Human Beans
Jan 1st 2007michaelnorthDaily thoughts
My wife wanted coffee this morning (imagine?!). So I broke out a caf blend called Major Dicksons Blend from Peets (My son works at Peets but this is not their best blend, trust me).
I dropped a bean on the floor. It bounced and in 3 seconds I knew what we could talk about.
As I watched that bean hop across the floor, I knew I had no real idea where it came from. Sumatra, Indonesia, Brazil, Costa Rica. See, it was a blend bag of beans, so that bean could be from anywhere.
We are all like that. We are all blends. The general world looks at people as blends of heritage. Some of us can trace back out lineage as a physical being 200 years, or 2000 years or even more. Which is a so what to me. That you mother times 35 might have been royal, percolates very little to your current body.
But in a reincarnation world (hey my carnations grow back every year), it matters much more where you where. You certainly did not stay in the same family tree for every life you had. So get off the view that your great whomever to the 12th power someone was anyone that mattered.
What matters is what blend of lives you bring here now. I have been from Russia to China to Japan to Africa to Hawaii and Peru and France and many other places. We all are spiritual mutts, some more blended than others.
And yet, we are all beings, bringing our own taste to everything we do. Each unique, each one no more important than the other, no matter what the history, past or heritage.
I am not a Major Dickson Blend, I am a Mike North. What blend of bean are you?