“If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.”
From an African proverb. Seen on an Ajiri tea bag: Kenyan Black Tea with Ginger.
“Ajiri means “to employ” in Swahili. Women in western Kenya design and handcraft each and every label using dried banana bark. <www.ajiritea.com> & <www.ajirifoundation.org>.
Beautiful messages. Wonderful tea. Excellent source. Enjoy.
“The skies were clearing, the remaining clouds scudding fast across the blue as Watergate Bay stretched endlessly ahead. We followed the beach, too fragile to face the up and down of the clifftop. The wide expanse of sand lay pristine and empty beyond the restaurants and cafés. The only person ahead came into focus as an old man with two spaniels. He stopped to speak as we passed.
‘Are you walking the coastal path?’
‘Some of it. To Land’s End a least.’
‘I’ve always wanted to do that . .. just walk for days and days.’
‘Then do it. Just pack a rucksack and do it now. You never know how long your fetch will be–depends on the wind'” (p. 129).
From: The Salt Path by Raynor Winn
“The uplifting true story of the couple who lost everything and embarked on a journey of salvation across the windswept South West coastline. …” Google Books
What do you want to do? Start now. Aloha, Renée
“On an individual level, the human condition changed day by day, even hour by hour, and while you were soaking in self-pity over a misfortune, you might miss an opportunity for a redeeming triumph.
And for every act of inhumanity, the species managed to commit a hundred acts of kindness; so if you were the type to brood, you would be more sensible if you dwelt on the remarkable goodwill with which most people treated others”
— Dean Koontz By the Light of the Moon quoted in The Sun, August 2018, p. 48.
“Someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem. Elsewhere in the universe, a star manyfold the mass of our third-rate sun is living out its final moments in a wild spin before collapsing into a black hole, its exhale bending spacetime itself into a well of nothingness that can swallow every atom that ever touched us and every datum we ever produced, every poem and statue and symphony we’ve ever known–an entropic spectacle insentient to questions of blame and mercy, devoid of why.
In four billion years, our own star will follow its fate, collapsing into a white dwarf. . . .
But until that day comes, nothing once created ever fully leaves us. Seeds are planted and come abloom generations, centuries, civilizations later, migrating across coteries [communities] and countries and continents. Meanwhile, people live and people die–in peace as war rages on, in poverty and disrepute as latent fame awaits, with much that never meets its more, in shipwrecked love.
I will die.
You will die.
The atoms that huddled for a cosmic blink around the shadow of a self will return to the seas that made us.
What will survive of us are shoreless seeds and stardust.”
From: Figuring by Maria Popova, p. 545.
From Froma Harrop in The Maui News:
“Last winter, I found myself in a hospital intensive care unit for three days. I was hooked onto all kinds of boxes, bags and bleeping machines. Stuck in the bed, I watched a lot of bad TV. The people who came into my room became my only contact with the human world. At least half were immigrants in jobs ranging from menial to super-duper specialist. Nearly all the hospital staff was caring, but somehow the foreign-born workers tended to form a more intimate connection.
What was it? The answer, perhaps, is that most came from less prosperous parts of the world where physically helping one another — as opposed to clicking an app for a service — is an expected part of life. They didn’t just drop the lunch tray for the woman in room 402 but rather interacted on a personal level. Enjoy your lunch. Is there anything else you need? Is the tray where you want it? I know they kept it up even though many of the patients they dealt with were selfish and dismissive of foreigners as important.
Before going on, let me make clear that I support an orderly immigration system and respect for our laws. And I generally support reforms that give heavier weight to skilled immigrants.
However, we must not undervalue qualities not necessarily associated with “skills.” I refer to poor people brimming with energy and kindness.
Americans will increasingly depend on such immigrants as an aging population requires more medical attention. The Institute of Medicine projects we will need 3.5 million additional health care workers by 2030.
Demand will rise for 650,000 additional workers to do “direct care,” according to the Health Resources and Services Administration. These are the home health and personal care aides and nurses who will enable more older Americans to live at home, where most of them say they prefer to be.
A visit to any sizable hospital shows how reliant today’s health care system is on a mixture of native and foreign-born. I recall two female nurses, really nice natives of Indiana and North Carolina, and a male nurse from Brooklyn. Another was an American-born Latina whose parents had immigrated to Florida. Those were the native-born Americans.
The head doctor at the ICU was from Russia. He would come by to explain my interesting case, critically low sodium, to residents hailing from all over. (By the way, sodium deficiency becomes a serious and common problem during heat waves. Be sure to hydrate.)
The doctor never treated me with detachment. I was more than a body with bad numbers that needed fixing. He would squeeze my hands as reassurance.
Other workers cleaning rooms or wheeling oxygen tanks out of elevators had voices from the Caribbean. The woman from food services came from Ecuador. She took my meal orders with four-fork professionalism. As we got to know each other, she became especially attentive. It took her a while to warm up, perhaps because — as I’ve noted — many patients treat workers, especially foreign ones, as unimportant servants.
I’ll never forget the man with one of the least glamorous jobs in the place — collecting plastic bags of garbage at night. It was 10 p.m. on a Saturday, and I was feeling a bit lonely reading on my lighted Kindle. The man silently emptied my trash can and, upon seeking me sitting in the dark, said in an African accent, “I hope you feel better very soon.” I almost cried.
America needs people with technical skills, that’s true. But some virtues cannot be measured by standardized tests. In reforming our immigration program, let’s recognize that humanity is another quality that often seems in short supply.”
* Froma Harrop is a syndicated columnist. She can be reached at fharrop@gmail .com or follow her on Twitter @FromaHarrop. https://www.mauinews.com/uncategorized/2019/07/build-a-wall-to-keep-them-in/
We need good people. Let’s work toward including – not excluding – in legal, clear ways.
“When [my father] was old, I tried to introduce him to the Buddhist doctrine of emptiness; I thought it would ease any anxiety he might be having about the imminence of death. ‘Ultimately,’ I began, ‘you never were.’
‘Maybe not,’ he said, . . . ‘but I made a hell of a splash where I should have been.'”
– Stephen Butterfield
Hope you are doing some splashing today.
“Spread the light; be the lighthouse.”
Saying from: a Yogi tea bag
P.S. My friend Beckee M. writes, “I used to love getting off the bus in front of the Yogi Tea facility in Oregon. It always smelled so good. And they were very supportive of the Food Bank and the Interfaith Service.” – good quotation, good work! Thanks, Beckee
It is easy to compute the number of seeds in an apple, but who can count the number of apples in a seed?
“This we know: the earth does not belong to man [or woman]; man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all, Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.”
– Chief Seattle
Photo: Matthew Smith https://unsplash.com/photos/Rfflri94rs8