Our most precious gift.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009

My Grandfather was a very wise and joyful man. Dire experiences early in his life had opened a portal to a deeper way of seeing the world.
At the tender age of seventeen, he had joined many of his friends in volunteering for service in the First World War. He was too young to be accepted, with the minimum age being eighteen. However, so desperate were they for men to fight that the recruiting officer looked him knowingly in the eye and signed him up.
He was sent directly to fight in the Battle of the Somme, one of the most horrendous and bloody battles in history.
He was left for dead.
During his time in the trenches, he was shot, burnt and poisoned with mustard gas. He witnessed every single member of his regiment slaughtered as they went over the edge of the trench. In desperate hand-to hand fighting he was forced to take another man's life. And at one time he was left for dead, waking up in a bomb crater behind enemy lines. Miraculously he managed to survive.
Upon returning home he began to tell people about the pointless waste of life and became a passionate advocate of peaceful resolution.
From the other side of seeing the unspeakable.
The reason I'm telling you this is because from his perspective - from the other side of seeing the unspeakable - he understood that beneath the surface of all suffering and all misery there is love. Before he died he told me how in the midst of such suffering he had somehow peered through into the beauty of life. He told me how that simple seeing had shaped everything he did from then on.
We are manipulated to be afraid.
He then lived through another World War and many harsh times. He saw recessions come and go. He saw the cycle of boom n' bust play itself out many times. He saw how we are manipulated to be afraid. He saw how we are taught to focus on the negative. And yet he never lost sight of the miracle of life and the fact that we can choose a different path from the one we are all prescribed.
He always told me that our ability to choose where we place our attention is our most precious gift.

