"I believe a leaf a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars." These thought-provoking words were written by Walt Whitman, an American poet, essayist, and journalist. Mr. Whitman's writing was considered controversial for its time, thankfully, not so much these days. We've come to see the beauty and importance of his writings. He is thought to be a humanist, a thoughtful blend of transcendentalism and realism. So, you might be asking yourself, "Why is Irwin writing about a long-dead poet?" The answer is, honestly, I don't really know. I recently reread Mr. Whitman's extraordinary book collection of poetry, "Leave of Grass," and it gave me pause to think about my tiny self in relation to the universe.
We all like to think of ourselves as important, myself included but, in reality, are any of us more important than the person (or frog) sitting next to us? I don't think we are. And if that's true, and everyone/everything is equally important, than doesn't the basic meaning of the word "important" get lost? That's my point exactly...and, I believe,is the point Mr. Whitman was trying to make in his stirring poem, "Song of Myself." Everything/everyone is important and serves a purpose, all the way from the single blade of grass and tiniest bug, to the great and infinite cosmos. Take me, for example. I eat bugs to survive. That's how I was designed. But even though I eat bugs (and I do enjoy eating them) that doesn't preclude me from seeing that those bugs are important and are serving their purpose. I am grateful for them. And I try to remember to give thanks for them before snapping out my tongue and snatching them mid-flight.
No matter how big, or small we are, we are all here for a purpose. That's just the way it is. The faster we learn this, and truly embrace it, the kinder, gentler, more compassionate we wecome. We soon see that the little boy in deepest Africa, the rice farmer in China, and the techno-guru living next door are all one-and-the-same and are all equally important.
Today in the first full-day of summer...traditionally a time of fun and recreation. But I challenge you, over the next couple of months, to think about everyone you come in contact with...just briefly...and try to see them as someone beautiful and important. Even the road-rage guy who may flip you off in traffic this afternoon. And when you sit down for meals, think about the food you're eating. Give thanks to the farmer who raised it, the soil that lovingly cradled the seed, and for the rain that quenched its thirst. And if you eat meat, thank the animal for its life. We truly are inter-dependent on one another.
It's easy to get caught up in the "me, myself, and I" school of thougt and that's why it's so important to take time each and every day to fully appreciate the universe, and to ralize that we are no more important than that simple "leaf of grass" that Walt Whitman wrote about over 160 years ago.
We all like to think of ourselves as important, myself included but, in reality, are any of us more important than the person (or frog) sitting next to us? I don't think we are. And if that's true, and everyone/everything is equally important, than doesn't the basic meaning of the word "important" get lost? That's my point exactly...and, I believe,is the point Mr. Whitman was trying to make in his stirring poem, "Song of Myself." Everything/everyone is important and serves a purpose, all the way from the single blade of grass and tiniest bug, to the great and infinite cosmos. Take me, for example. I eat bugs to survive. That's how I was designed. But even though I eat bugs (and I do enjoy eating them) that doesn't preclude me from seeing that those bugs are important and are serving their purpose. I am grateful for them. And I try to remember to give thanks for them before snapping out my tongue and snatching them mid-flight.
No matter how big, or small we are, we are all here for a purpose. That's just the way it is. The faster we learn this, and truly embrace it, the kinder, gentler, more compassionate we wecome. We soon see that the little boy in deepest Africa, the rice farmer in China, and the techno-guru living next door are all one-and-the-same and are all equally important.
Today in the first full-day of summer...traditionally a time of fun and recreation. But I challenge you, over the next couple of months, to think about everyone you come in contact with...just briefly...and try to see them as someone beautiful and important. Even the road-rage guy who may flip you off in traffic this afternoon. And when you sit down for meals, think about the food you're eating. Give thanks to the farmer who raised it, the soil that lovingly cradled the seed, and for the rain that quenched its thirst. And if you eat meat, thank the animal for its life. We truly are inter-dependent on one another.
It's easy to get caught up in the "me, myself, and I" school of thougt and that's why it's so important to take time each and every day to fully appreciate the universe, and to ralize that we are no more important than that simple "leaf of grass" that Walt Whitman wrote about over 160 years ago.
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