Dancing With Some Very Different Stars

When you stepped outside this morning you saw and heard a different symphony. The string section of sun-rays dappling the lawns.The brass section of crows cawing their way to breakfast. And the soft but steady percussions that are the heartbeats to each new spring. Maybe you thought to yourself: Wow, it's suddenly here. But if you thought that, you would have been wrong...!

Nothing in nature is sudden. Neither spring nor winter, not even volcanoes or earthquakes. We simply experience them suddenly. Actually they've been building up to this moment in a thousand unseen ways. All part of the eternal cosmic rhythms of life. Birth and death, love and murder, peace and war, yesterday's economic bubble and today's bust

When we're young, we don't know this. Every day and every thing is new. Which is what helps makes youth so wonderful, and age sometimes so weary. But young or old, it is these rhythms to which we either dance or defy. We either go with their flow, or try to re-channel them into ours. To be the first is to be a player; the second, a reformer.

Most of us love reformers, but prefer to be players. Much easier. Among the great reformers were Noah, Abraham, Socrates, Jesus, Constantine, Charlemagne, Joan of Arc, Francis of Assisi, Columbus, Martin Luther, Robespierre, Lincoln, Susan B. Anthony, FDR, Orson Wells, Martin Luther King. Each in different walks of life, most with untimely deaths. None with easy lives, for how easy can it be to re-compose life's cosmic symphony when most people around you just want to play the tune as written.

Probably 90% of life is perception, and perceptions are our reality. So we players are likely to call these reformers by some annoyed names. Trouble-makers...boat-rockers...out-of-step....just plain foolish and crazy. With ratings like that, no surprise most of us aren't willing to be reformers.

And yet, without their discontent with the-way-things-are, the way they are could easily become they way they'll stay. This then is one of those issues that divides us. Those of us who are satisfied dancing with the stars, and those who see entirely new and different stars. A choice people have been making since the cosmic rhythms of the stars first began. A choice to which there are of course no real right-or-wrong answers.

So stepping out this new morning, you hear a symphony of billions of players along with a few million soloists. Exactly who can be called a true soloist, and exactly how harmoniously you hear their kind of music is what will help make your day....