"I tried to walk correctly but a thin pain/ Reminded me that I was foolish to try to imitate people." – Czeslaw Milosz
Each element in this photograph holds its truth.Every color and form compliments the majesty of the complete image. But, the clouds (unlike the cars and their drivers) are not seeking to imitate.
I think of the rectangular cardboard boxes that arrived with clockwork characteristic of the Book of the Month Club in the 1950s. Those Landmark biographies were the most exciting gifts of my childhood – and they held the message of imitation.
I used to slide the books from their sheathing as if withdrawing a new sword from its scabbard. Slowly, the titles would unfold: Kit Carson. Thomas Edison. Thomas Jefferson.
My nine-year-old enthusiasm was boundless. Don't be like yourself, I was learning, be like those heroes. My ambition surged through me like the Pacific waves charging the nearby Santa Monica Beach.
Our childhood selves live so vulnerable and shapeless that we hunger for models. We mold ourselves to match what we admire.
The church (not to mention an army of school teachers) told me I was bad and needed redemption. I would need to copy someone who was good, I reasoned.
It has taken me a lifetime to realize how much energy I devoted to imitating someone I wasn't. Thinking myself not good enough, I sometimes yielded my persona.
Why did I not heed the "thin pain" that taunted me for being a copycat?
The earth's whisperings are unerring. We can hear them if we lean close.
Honesty lies in the clay from which we are made. In my effort to sculpt myself into someone heroic, I often lost touch with Earth's wisdom.
As I gradually developed my private religion, I began to reject hero after hero. Have you not done the same? We graft superhuman traits onto movie stars and political leaders when they are as flawed as the rest of us.
The earth makes no pretensions. It tells us to align with our nature.
As caregivers, it is essential that we hear our patients. We need to know that our medicines are created to heal illnesses sometimes brought about because our bodies lost truth.
Tranquilizers are not always best for stress. A workaholic is not healed with sleeping pills.
Incline your ear to the whisperings of the forest. The breath of morning takes no steps to steal noon's aroma or paint evening's hues. The oak does not copy the maple. The brown sparrow does not envy the cardinal's red.
Feel your heartbeat. Listen to the rhythm of your breath. Strip before the mirror and know that each part of you is sculpted to live a full and vital life.
Health is balance. Amid society's confusing pressures, return to the earth and listen to her whisperings.
-Reverend Erie Chapman

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