write about and present programs
to help humanity and systems evolve.
For environmentalists, educators,
Doughnut Economic enthusiasts, and all who
love and care for nature, and care about
humanity and future generations.
Join us to care for ourselves compassionately,
with kindness, day-by-day, to sustain
our lifelong care for Earth.
This group meets
the first Sunday of the month,
12 noon EST, and is free.
Learn about the many experiences of feeling
kindness, compassion, appreciation, wellbeing,
creativity, happiness and joy through love.
Here is a free Guidebook to help you work for
peace and justice and keep a sense of wellbeing
and wonder throughout your life.
This image helps
remind me to see the big picture in life,
to not overly complicate things, and keep it
simple, peaceful, loving and harmonious.
I've been working to help Earth and humanity for 50 years, but now see us heading for extinction unless we turn Earthship around quickly. You can see what seems to be keeping us stuck here. I hope you will join me to help save the Earth and create a more consciously evolved and wiser civilization. You can read my blog articles here and see the video interviews with others here. The writing and videos cover insights and breakthroughs needed to create a sustainable, thriving planet of wellness where:
PEOPLE actualize their potential and feel connected.
COMMUNITIES are sustainable and creative.
EARTH is cared for properly.
~ Sandy Hinden
It is important to treat ourselves
with gentleness, compassion, kindness and love...
May we have
compassion for all the sick and suffering,
for ourselves and Earth...
WITH ACCEPTANCE, THE DOOR OPENS...
David Darling and Coleman Barks
perform "Bach Vocalese"
By Coleman Barks
Based on a poem by Rumi
Learn the alchemy true human beings know.
The moment you accept what troubles
you've been given, the door will open.
Welcome difficulty, as a familiar comrade.
Joke with torment, brought by the Friend.
Sorrows are the
rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover,
and then are taken off.
and the naked body underneath,
is the sweetness that comes after grief.
The hurt you embrace, becomes joy.
Call it to your arms, where it can change.
The silkworm eating leaves, makes a cocoon.
Each of us weaves a chamber of leaves and sticks.
Silkworms begin to truly exist,
as they disappear inside that room.
Without legs, we fly.
When I stop speaking, this poem will close.
And open its silent wings.