Daily Suggestion For The Soul ~ Perspektif Magazine

2014 Perspektif

The good folks at Perspektif Magazine in Germany recently asked me an important question.   For all my Turkish speaking friends, here is my response, with an attached English translation.

Perspektif magazine: “A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.” says Goethe. What are your suggestions that one should do every day, in order to keep the sense for beauty Allah has placed in our souls, alive?

Dawud Wharnsby: People should spend time outdoors each day in natural environments ~ observing as many signs of God’s creation as possible.  Hear the songs of birds and voices of people…study the sights of dawn or sunset…inhale the fragrant scents of fruits, foliage or flowers…taste the joy of smiling at others…feel the sun, the rain, the snow or the wind.   Losing touch with our earth we risk being scattered like dry leaves ~ divided from each other, uprooted in faith and withered in divine balance.

Read the full magazine here.

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Tomorrow There’s Going To Be An Explosion

Tomorrow, there’s going to be an explosion and I’m going to be there.
The planting was done long ago.
It has been waiting and I have been waiting.

Tomorrow there’s going to be an explosion and the people will be unprepared.
They will not expect to see the colours.
The pinks, the reds, the whites ~ the sweet smells.

Tomorrow there’s going to be an explosion and it will be brief.
The colours will fade and fall, leaving only dark remains
for months to follow.

Tomorrow there’s going to be an explosion and I will be there to enjoy it,
with the people running about in their little worlds ~ too fast to care or to be aware.
Too fast to smile.

Tomorrow there’s going to be an explosion and I want all to pass and see the glorious hues against the sky.
I want it to slow them down ~ make them appreciate.
Make them fall on their faces and cry.

Tomorrow there’s going to be an explosion and there will be some who feel the impact.
Some who feel it tremble through them, waking the sleeping dreams inside.
Some will stare in awe ~ speechless at the site.

Tomorrow there’s going to be an explosion.

Some may never slow down as they pass.
They may never stop to see or even notice the passive, silent explosion of spring ~
with the crab apple tree in my yard
reaching full bloom.

~ d.wharnsby, May 1995, Kitchener, Ontario

Crab Apple Tree

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Spring Clean Up (Home School Lessons in Trash Collecting)

Spring clean up

At long last, our exceptionally cold and lingering Canadian winter seems to have fallen asleep deep underground, allowing the grass to green above it in preparation for a summer of picnics and play.

During the first day of warmer temperatures a week or so ago, my daughters came running back to the house after only a few minutes outdoors, demanding that I retrieve their little red wagon from the garage, along with gloves for them to wear.

“Is it still cold outside on the playground?” I asked.

“No! We have to go clean the park!” My eldest informed me. Melted snow had revealed five months worth of trash that, according to the girls, “needed” to be urgently cleaned up.

You simply cannot imagine how pleased I was with them when they returned home over an hour later having filled their wagon with paper cups, plastic bottles and pieces of litter ranging in size from that of a cigarette filter to that of a large take-away food container.

The sad reality of my poor wisdom hit me as I realized I had not sent them out with a few important guidelines for park and playground clean-up. Celebrating their initiative and achievement, I also cautioned, “Girls, if you ever see anything that looks like a plastic syringe ~ the kind you play with in your medical kit ~ never touch it, ok? Not even with gloves.” Knowing all about the worry of diseases from their aunt (a scientist renowned for her HIV/AIDS and Malaria research), they easily promised they would immediately call me to retrieve any syringes they may one day find.

Then, in my mind, I danced around how I would delicately caution them about another filthy reality of trash in our 21st Century. A disgustingly discarded item that sometimes sickens shaded public places and even remote hiking trails.

“…and Beyti,” I continued, “if you ever see anything that is plastic and looks like a deflated balloon or rubber glove, never ever touch it. Call me right away to scoop it up with a spade. OK?”

“But what are they?” she asked ~ as I hoped she would not.

“They are from the pharmacy ~ are very dangerous and very dirty.” I retorted with ambiguity, disguised behind emphatic fatherly confidence.

The next day, after heading out to the park, my daughters were surprisingly back home again within minutes.

“Davie! You have to come quickly!” (Yes, my daughters call me “Davie”. We’re a very eccentric family, in case you hadn’t noticed.) “Someone threw a pile of garbage in the park today and there is one of those things you told us about…like a plastic balloon with no air!”

Yuck. The hairs on my neck rose as I shut my eyes and shuttered with nausea. Getting up from my desk, I put on my cardigan, slipped on my shoes and ventured with my excited, pony-tailed park rangers to the playground.

“Where did you see it Bayti?” I asked as I winced, worried of what we’d find. In my mind I grumbled about the nature of people who get their kinky-kicks in a parking lot late at night, then simply toss away their vending machine insurance policies to an area where children play. The back seat of a borrowed car is a lot cheaper than a hotel room for the limited budgets of some libido driven individuals ~ I get that… and far be it from me to judge the life-style choices of consenting adults ~ even if I disagree with some of those choices! But for the love of Pete! Toss your rubber rubbish in a bin ~ not out the car window into a place where kids might find it or worse, pick it up to inspect it inquisitively!

“It’s over there see? That pile in the tennis court?” My daughter directed me.

“That big pink thing!” I asked with confusion.

“Yes! See, it is just like you said ~ plastic and like a balloon without air.”

And indeed it was ~ but this was no average drug-store dollar contraceptive. It was a large, fuchsia deflated kiddie pool.

Laughing to myself and sighing with relief I commended my daughters on doing as I had asked them to do and was happy to be the father of such tremendously socially responsible children ~ still in possession of their beautiful innocence.

But I still couldn’t help watching my step as we walked home through puddles of spring thaw.

Categories: Community, Family, Homechooling, Personal Philosophy, Struggles & Setbacks, To Hike and The Like | 4 Comments

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