portions of Mirriam-Webster's definition
I consider "wholeness" a value worthy of contemplation and cultivation in my life, a virtue worthy of pursuit. Observing wildlife outside my window in the morning helps me contemplate "wholeness". There is a range of textures, colors and movement, mini-dramas of inter-species conflict, a gust of wind moves a flowering branch and petals cascade onto the grass. The scene is relentlessly dynamic, and at the same time wonderfully harmonious. "Wholeness" means the richest of complexities in fluid and joyfully organic co-operation.
I don't equate "wholeness" with the absence of tension or stress. I don't necessarily agree with the common expression, "it's all good". I certainly believe, at the macro-cosmic, micro-cosmic, and planetary level, there is a kind of grand "wholeness". It's at the level of my own experience - the human dimension - where the cracks and hiccups in the flow appear. The stars and planets and galaxies swirl effortlessly around in the sky. The wild critters don't seem to wrestle much with managing relationships. We of the highly evolved brain and a modicum of self-reflection ... well, we find our existence laborious, and we suffer. We yearn for that which hangs just beyond our grasp. We strive to achieve successes that are measured by the number of hits on our website. We are sadistic and masochistic, narcissistic and paranoid. We are starving for community and yet continue to spend our fleeting hours riding our vehicles of perpetual isolation (cars, computers, tvs, hypno-video toys). We relish our discontent, and wouldn't know what to do with ourselves if the Market didn't give us our daily marching orders.
I want my life to mirror the wholeness that I observe in nature, the wholeness I believe is preeminently natural. I guess a life of wholeness, for me, above all, calls for uncommon courage. More on that to follow.
I consider "wholeness" a value worthy of contemplation and cultivation in my life, a virtue worthy of pursuit. Observing wildlife outside my window in the morning helps me contemplate "wholeness". There is a range of textures, colors and movement, mini-dramas of inter-species conflict, a gust of wind moves a flowering branch and petals cascade onto the grass. The scene is relentlessly dynamic, and at the same time wonderfully harmonious. "Wholeness" means the richest of complexities in fluid and joyfully organic co-operation.
I don't equate "wholeness" with the absence of tension or stress. I don't necessarily agree with the common expression, "it's all good". I certainly believe, at the macro-cosmic, micro-cosmic, and planetary level, there is a kind of grand "wholeness". It's at the level of my own experience - the human dimension - where the cracks and hiccups in the flow appear. The stars and planets and galaxies swirl effortlessly around in the sky. The wild critters don't seem to wrestle much with managing relationships. We of the highly evolved brain and a modicum of self-reflection ... well, we find our existence laborious, and we suffer. We yearn for that which hangs just beyond our grasp. We strive to achieve successes that are measured by the number of hits on our website. We are sadistic and masochistic, narcissistic and paranoid. We are starving for community and yet continue to spend our fleeting hours riding our vehicles of perpetual isolation (cars, computers, tvs, hypno-video toys). We relish our discontent, and wouldn't know what to do with ourselves if the Market didn't give us our daily marching orders.
I want my life to mirror the wholeness that I observe in nature, the wholeness I believe is preeminently natural. I guess a life of wholeness, for me, above all, calls for uncommon courage. More on that to follow.
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