How do you celebrate the Fourth of July? (Even if you don't live in America?)
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White Feather |
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How do you celebrate the Fourth of July? (Even if you don't live in America?) |
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White Feather |
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I also want to ask, How do you feel about fireworks? |
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Lovestar Weaver |
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I must say I didn't celebrate Canada day much either (July 1) but I'm a huge fireworks %%@#% so I did make it to the Canada day festivities for those.
I'd love to be kissed under fireworks one day.
Happy Independence day to my american friends! Patriotism is much bigger south of our border.
"Go to God, any which way, but go!!!
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White Feather |
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"I'd love to be kissed under fireworks one day." -ClaudieTry being kissed BY fireworks! Ouch! But that's another story.... Claudie, I want you to look at your statement in a mirror. You said that you'd love to be kissed (under fireworks one day). If you look deeply in the mirror that statement turns into, "I'd love to kiss someone under fireworks one day." Can you see the difference between being kissed and kissing someone? It's the old yin/yang duality. Can you see how if you're on either side of that duality you're not in the middle null point of it? It's in the actual middle null point of that duality that the actual kissing takes place. So by proclaiming that you want to be on one of the opposite poles of the duality then you're proclaiming that you don't want to be in the center null point where the kissing is actually taking place. You are assigning yourself a role and thereby limiting yourself to only one half of a duality. By putting out the intention of BEING kissed you are asking for only half the experience and therefore you won't get more than half the experience. Don't you want the WHOLE experience? So instead of putting out to the universe that you want to be kissed under fireworks, or that you want to kiss someone under fireworks, instead gently move the affirmation to the universe to that of requesting to experience a kiss under fireworks. Can you see the very subtle difference? The universe notices all subtleties even if we don't. What kind of a kiss do you want anyway? Do you want two opposites complementing each other, with clear defined roles, or do you want to enter the sublime balance point between those opposites? Do you want the complementary energy or what the complementary energy leads to? Do we want an energy to complement ours or do we want a complementary energy to help open the door of balance which leads to an energy not defined by complementary opposites but rather by what includes All That Is and breaks all the illusions of separation? Kissing and being kissed is a separation. The kiss is what unites. And the fireworks.....well, that can happen on any day of the year. It happens when we move beyond duality and touch the ONE-ness from which we came. Just my blabberous take on things.
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Lovestar Weaver |
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WhiteFeather you've made a lovely, but powerful point. One that can be applied to many of the intentions we send out there...
Yes of course I want the whole experience! Kissing is good and I wholeheartledly agree about finding that null point, in other word not being the yin or the yang but the whole yin/yang altogether! Point taken. Obviously, it will be used to review any intention about romance and partnership I may harbor, the difference being subtle indeed but very meaningful. Now I'm getting even more excited about my next kiss, the whos and wheres and whens of it Much thanks!
"Go to God, any which way, but go!!!
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Seven411 |
Same as New Years | ||
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I don't celebrate it. I will take my wife to a fireworks show if she desires. Her family usually has a barbecue/birthday dinner because her birthday is
July 3. If it weren't for that, I would celebrate it at all.
Namaste' |
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Kindler8 |
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How do you celebrate the 4th WhiteFeather? As a child I was scared to death of firecrackers, tried to hide under the car seat when my Mom and Dad took us to
see them. I think I hear better then most people? They are way too loud. I still don't like the noise, nor the crowds, I am content to see whatever
firework lights I can see from my home yard. There are a lot of little fireworks set off in the neighborhood, I don't like the way it scares the birds
awake in the night. But hey if it makes others happy, I can stand it. I guess we don't celebrate the 4th, life goes on as normal, we had a good day at home
with the extra day off from the grind and all of us getting things done at home.
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White Feather |
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Hi Kindler, nice to see you. I don't really celebrate the Fourth of July--at least I haven't in about 15 years or so. As for fireworks, I just
don't get very excited about them. Our little town puts on a fairly nice display every Fourth. This year I watched it for about a minute and a half.
That's all it took to get my fill. What I don't care for are all the fireworks set off in the neighborhood. It sounds like we're in a war zone.
And my doggie Shawnee really doesn't like it. She gets scared and hides.
What I do like is the idea of celebrating independence. But we're stuck in celebrating a kind of independence gained a few hundred years ago. I think we need to take the idea of independence much further and consider gaining personal independence from the entrainments of mass consciousness. If we are all wrapping ourselves in the flag of nationalism then we're putting ourselves into an "us and them" mentality. We need independence from national borders and a realization that we are all independent global citizens. There is no separation (us and them) in one-ness yet there is the potential for individual independence within that one-ness. A planet full of independent people sounds cool to me. Hey, I thought about you on Saturday, Kindler, as I attended our local farmer's market. I went looking for some yummy local fruit but there was very little fruit to be had. But I did pick up some fantastic veggies. There was someone at the market selling honey, too. Anyway, just being there made me think of you and made me wonder if you are still doing farmer's markets. (A farmer's market is a great way to celebrate independence--independence from the big food corporations.) |
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Funny, seems those of us who are Americans here are none all too into celebrating the 4th. WhiteFeather I know just what you mean about the noise bothering
your dog, my dog too, he hates it.
Here is my latest trouble, there is something making noise in our area that is disturbing the peace, we think it is coming from a factory down the road, it is like someone is continually shooting off fireworks or shooting guns, it is terrible! I cannot even take my dog out without him barking at it and it had my nerves in a jumble yesterday, as we are fighting flees and I had to have my dog out. I LOVE my peace and quiet and that is why I live in the country! My worst problem is it doesn't seem to be bothering anybody but me! It doesn't faze my husband, the neighbors find it irritating but not so bad that they cannot live with it. I am the only one that it is making angry and the only one that wants to find out just what it is and file a petition! But yesterday I had my Grandson so I could not set that into action. But WHY am I the only one that this platant rude noise makes angry!? PEACE, is such a hard thing, I cannot even meditate with that jar of a noise constantly intruding. OH dear! What AM I going to do about myself! It starts up about 10;00 and ends at about five. OK enough. What a disappointment that your farm market didn't have fresh fruit! What DID it have? Perhaps they need to make it more attractive for people to bring stuff in? How sweet of you to think of me while you were there. No, my family and I are not doing the farm market anymore. I have to tell you though I was recommend it as a terrific place for raising a child, being a part of the farm market scene was terrific for our Rose. We got way too involved though towards the end. We were printing the paper, doing the web site, husband was treasurer then vice president and Rose and I were market managers. We got burned out. It is this way with almost any organization, only a handful of people will actually help out, perhaps it is because they have helped out in the past and have learned how you get overloaded real fast? Well, actually there were a number of reasons we didn't go back last year, Rose has grown, has another job now, I got tired, oh and we were carting the Amish mans extras to the market too. I used to do all the berries, the picking and I would make up jams and jellies, I got tired. It even went so far that I wrote a story about our bumbleberry jam that got in a national magazine and we had people from all over the nation coming to see us, and get some of our jam at the market, but I got tired. I knew I had to quit when I just wanted to give people the recipe and tell them to make their own god-darn jam. We still sell our honey but we go to a flee type market that is on the way to a tourist attraction which is great because you get new people coming through every week and people only need so much honey and I enjoy going around and finding Christmas presents at the other peoples booth. And we only go when we want to, and when it is not raining, nor too hot nor too cold, unlike the farm market where we were obligated to be there, rain or shine. "I think we need to take the idea of independence much further and consider gaining personal independence from the entrainments of mass consciousness." WF I agree, and one way of doing that is getting rid of the tv, which we had mostely accomplished even before we didn't go digital, people are shocked when they find this out, they say the cannot live without the tv and ask what does your teenager do as if teenagers cannot live without being brainwashed to want to be a top model. I think they actully think we are depriving her not letting her have a tv! But WhiteFeather did you have a grandchild? I never heard. I am sorry if something happened. I am hoping that all is well, I cannot remember when the little one was due. I got busy with other things after farm market, I taught field biology, environmental science to 4th and 5th graders at the home school learning resource center that Rose goes to for a few years. I write a column for a local newspaper and for a magazine online I do articles and I am doing more free-lance and I am being with that little wonder of a person my Grandson. Sometimes I get really depressed in this world, I know it is dumb but I go there anyhow, but then comes my Grandson, he is my joy, I think he came to recue me from the bitterness of my old age. The other day he gave me this great big hug, he just held on and on and he said, oh I wish you could hear the way he said it, "MYyyyy FRIEND" Did my heart melt? My heart is melted! No matter what I have lost or what I have failed in this world, right now, I am that little boys friend, he feels the love coming from my heart to his, and you know what, that is all that really matters. |
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White Feather |
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Kindler, my grandchild isn't due until right around Halloweeen so I'm not a grandpa yet. Reading your post and about your relationship with your
grandson, though, I am only more eager to become one.
I'm sorry to hear about your noise pollution problem. I would be angry right along with you. I am a lover of silence. You know, I once knew a fella who lived right next door to a shooting range. For some reason I found myself at his house one day and I was astounded by all the noise of gunfire."How do you stand that? I asked. "Stand what?" he replied. "The constant gunfire! It sounds like we're right in the middle of some war battle." "Oh that. I don't really even notice it anymore." He hesitated a moment, then added, "Except on Mondays. The shooting range is closed on Mondays and it's eerily quiet. Now that I notice." Yikes. I guess humans can get used to just about anything but I don't think I would ever want to get used to that. I was utterly on edge the whole half hour I was there. I kept wanting to duck or jump into a foxhole or something. Another time, also many years ago, I lived in an apartment building that was right across the street from the playground of an elementary school. Several times a day there would be recess periods when all the kids would be out on the playground playing and the air would be filled with the sound of their play. To me, the sound of children playing is one of the most wonderful, beautiful, and fantastic sounds in the entire universe. I would open my windows and be mesmerized by the sound--and it was a large elementary school so there were several hundred kids contributing to the glorious sound. The sound of all those hundreds of kids playing put me in a trance of joy. Seriously, it is one of the most delightful sounds of all. To me, it was a very sad day when school let out for the summer because I would no longer have that sound to invigorate me. One day I was leaving my apartment and ran into my neighbor who was carrying boxes out of her apartment. "Are you moving?" I asked. "You're damn right I'm moving," she said, "I can't take that awful schoolyard noise another minute." My jaw dropped and I was speechless. I guess everyone really does have their own perspectives. Kindler, I totally understand how you could get burned out with the farmer's market and how we can all get burned out with any kind of organization. Organizations can really drain one's energy. The lack of fruit is one of the main problems of our local farmer's market. While our high mountain valley is great for a wide variety of vegetables, it is not very conducive to fruit. Because of our extremely long winters, very short and unpredictable springs, and very short summer growing season, fruit trees just don't do very well here. I know a few people who have apricot trees and they all say the same thing; that they're extremely lucky to get any fruit more than once every 8 years or so. It's the same with plums. Peach trees won't even grow here. Apple trees are about the only fruit tree that will produce around here and even with them it's hit or miss every year. And, of course, it is still way too early to harvest any apples. I've been noticing the apple trees, though, and they have a lot of fruit on them right now--little marble-sized green apples. Depending on how the summer goes and if we don't get our first frost in the middle of August, as sometimes happens, we may very well have a nice apple harvest come September. In the meantime there just isn't much fruit to be had. I've always been surprised that no one around here grows berries but they don't. And our forests don't have wild berries growing in them like forests elsewhere do. The main thing our local forests produce is mushrooms. With all the rain we've had this may be an exceptional summer for mushrooms. Mushroom hunting season should be starting in just a couple of weeks. Our farmer's market has been growing significantly and is now about twice as big as it was just three years ago. It's better in August, though, when there are more things to harvest. I'm looking forward to that. One of the new vendors I noticed this year is someone selling llama wool and handmade llama wool clothing. Quite a few people around here raise llamas. |
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Akai |
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Fireworks don't excite me anymore. When younger, yes. Now, no.
This year I got all child-like on the 4th of July. The night prior my neighborhood was unusually active with fireworks all over the place. I couldn't really see anything, I could only hear the ruckus. More sound than visual. I live in a neighborhood full of trees and woods so not much can be seen beyond the few houses that surround me. They must be making firecrackers bigger than ever these days because it sounded like bombs going off. My dog was beside herself freaking out with every bang and every boom. Her hair was upright along her spine from head to tail. She wouldn't even respond to discipline trying to get her to calm down. I put her in her crate at one point, a discipline tool now and then, but to no avail as she clawed at the crate door to get out. Finally, I let her out and let her bark and bark and bark. Then came the next night. The ruckus, as would be expected on the actual fourth, was louder, and bangier, and boomier. My dog seemed to be near insanity. I put her in her crate, closed the bedroom door and then, here's where the child's play comes in. I fought back. I didn't want to call the cops because it was everywhere. Would I point the cops to the east, or to the west? I really didn't want to call the cops anyway because I'm not really into telling on people who are having fun at their own risk. Fireworks are illegal in my state so technically nobody is allowed to light 'em off. I could care less really, but my buttons had been pushed and off I was about to go. I fought back with music. I put some Chinese Democracy in my stereo system and I turned my system up nearly full blast. The walls shook, the house danced. This worked on many levels. First, my dog could not hear the fireworks over the music. With the bedroom door closed the level of the music did not bother her. I checked on her. She was calm, finally, sitting in her crate looking at me as if I had lost it. What a turn of events and just moments earlier she was the one who had lost it. On another level this worked because I felt as if I was releasing some steam. I probably felt the same joy that the fireworks igniters were feeling. Fireworks don't thrill me but jamming hard rock now and then sure does. I went outside and walked around my house feeling the intense effect the music was having on the world around my house. I loved every bit of the experience. I sat on my front step and enjoyed the light show and the accompanying concert. I thought about the irony if one of my neighbors called the cops to complain about the loud music. I was ready for the responding officer with a justifying response of, "Thank god you're here. This has been going on for 2 days now all these silly fireworks shenanigans." And just then, a police officer came driving down my street. I'm surprised he made it as far as my house because he had to drive by the mega fireworks display that had been occurring, for 2 straight nights, at the northwest corner of the neighborhood. He traveled slowly towards me, and what do you know, he stopped right in front of my house. I was tempted to stand up to go into the house to turn the music down, before his exit from his patrol car to approach me. I decided not to. I waited. I could see through the darkness as he picked up his clipboard, held it close to him, then put it back down. He drove off. I went in and turned my music down and the fireworks stopped. Wow, that was fun. |
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White Feather |
Music and Doggies | ||
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That was fantastically awesome, too, Akai. Thanks.
My little cheap jambox has been silent for weeks. I wish I had thought of using it during the explosive fireworks madness. As I look at it, I'm thinking, "It's not too late for a little jamming." It amazes me that I go weeks without listening to any music. It doesn't occur to me. Years ago this would never happen. Well, I'm going to post this and then turn on some music. The sound of music and the sound of fireworks is so very different. There may be a few similarities but the differences are acute. |
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Kindler8 |
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"I'm sorry to hear about your noise pollution problem. I would be angry right along with you." WF Thank you for that, sometimes the most
wonderful thing in the world is just knowing someone shares your feelings. If we are the only ones who feel a certain way we start to think that perhaps we are
nuts. Well I am overjoyed that I called the Sherriff and the next day the noise was drastically reduced! He must have had them turn it down, thank God for
small favors! I can handle it now! I would have hated visiting your friend at the shooting range, oh boy! So funny, your children on the playground story and
how it drive that one lady away while you loved it. Nature sounds, I can take. We get locusts in the summers around here, seven year locusts, 10 year locusts,
I don't know what all but one summer the locusts were really really loud down in the southern part of the state and I had a friend that they were driving
nuts, I don't think they would have bothered me cause they are nature. Human sounds drive me nuts which is funny when you think about it cause we are
nature too, sort of.
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White Feather |
Auditory Perceptions | ||
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Good point, Kindler! Many of us may not even realize it anymore but we are indeed part of nature. We sure can make some unnatural noise though, can't we? |
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