A Question of Gladness: a Writer Wednesday Post

November 15th, 2012 | Posted by Irene in Essays | News | Publication News

“Glad To Be Human” update: Thanks for your patience! My book cover is due any day now, and I’m getting my few last cyber-ducks in a row, so that I can soon link you to my new G2BH site.  In anticipation thereof, I found myself asking “Why is it even important to be Glad To Be Human? Here’s what resulted:

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Pal-stroemeria, photo & all text
© Irene O’Garden 2012

Human are the only species that questions gladness. This fuschia Alstroemeria at my side is not having any second thoughts about gladly and extravagantly expressing herself.

If cells weren’t glad to be cells could they even metabolize? Could they have the little cellular barnraisings that lead to the creation of petals or peanuts or pineal glands?

If atoms were ashamed of being atoms, could they do-si-do into a cell? Heck, no.  They’d skip the dance and stay home.  No whirling around tonight, honey. I’m just not up to making a cell. Why bother anyway? I’m not that great at doing it, and after all cells only die, so why even make one?

We humans cannot comprehend the larger body we compose, though we can feel its organs in a symphony orchestra, a sports team, a school, a hospital, a movie set. There is great joy when these larger bodies function well, because functioning well is the nature of Nature. These larger selves need us to function, just as we need the beings who compose our bodies. Of course, any cell will tell you the purpose of life is not function, but joy. Just ask my pal Alstroemeira.

This coursing sense of connected well-being, or gladness, is the default setting of each living creature, and doubtless the inanimates as well. (If it’s all spinning particles,  is anything really inanimate?) The holographic fractal beauty of physical reality is that gladness is important to each, and each is important to all.

 

Who or what expresses gladness near you now?

 

 

 

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  • Jenna

    Hey, Irene, you remind me of my early days as a mom. Watching my infant son smile for no reason as he looked at his mobile or his toes… as he got older just smiling to see the grass or snow falling on his tongue. Your words are prescient, beautifully expressed and true. And I hope I did’t misspell prescient.

  • IreneOGarden

    Dear Lass- thanks for your sweet comment–Have to admit I did a double-take, though, on Baby Josh looking at his mobile. I was thinking,”Did they even have smartphones when he was an infant?” Only then did I picture beautifully floating shapes and colors above him. Such are the quirks of uninflected text!

  • Ro

    It is especially good to bring this to mind as we go into the dark of the year. Some how you always find the light! Thank you.

    • IreneOGarden

      Thank you, light bringer!

  • The cat because he got a small piece of cookie. Goofy animals. 🙂

    • IreneOGarden

      One of our best sources of gladness, Rainy! Thanks for checking in here!

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