Good Morning, God!
How large the rocks . . . how small the people. And how utterly serene this scene. Being outside — out in Nature — does have a therapeutic effect on us humans. And BOY do we need it.
Space and Time. Both seem to want to act as stretchers . . . stretching us . . . enlarging us.
But, alas, God, it seems to me that we often use our sense of Time — as in History — to shrink us; to make us aware of past wounds. Key moments in our history stand out like these huge rocks. A bit of a smile, God. It hit me just then that we very seldom use history to dwell on how we have wounded others.
Actually, history might well be stories of how we have wounded each other — for “noble causes.” Specifically, I thought about the battle of Culloden. In my mind it was linked to how heavily the English repressed the Scots afterward. The Scots that left Scotland mostly left for economic reasons . . . I’m thinking of the way the Clan Lords evicted their people via mass burnings of the crofters’ homes. That brings up thoughts of genocide. Sheep meant money . . . so evict or burn out the tenants … who used to be fellow clansmen. Sigh.
So, God, it comes to me that the decedents of those folk might well distrust the central government . . . might well think it wise and prudent to own guns . . . might have a totally different view of politics and economics.
We think folks do not remember? I heard an anthropologist talking of interviewing folks in the Middle East. She said, “They talked about Abraham as if he was their grandfather.”
So we remember . . . we tell stories . . . we pass on attitudes and feelings and distrust. If we do not understand THAT then we do not understand each other.