Today in the Crowsnest Pass does it really boil down to a choice of colours?
On the one hand we have a spendthrift, tax grabbing, egocentric Mayor and Council that are off on their own agenda alienating most residents with each passing day. On the other, we are seeing the recent reactivation of the Ratepayers Association being revived in part by the likes of Dean Ward, a former disgruntled councillor, who at last night's meeting prepared and distributed what Bud at the Herald would call 'propaganda' material. (btw/ Bud was there last night snapping pictures like crazy that I'm sure will never see the light of day in his paper, but I'm certain will be seen by the 'chosen few', as to who was there at this meeting.)
Are these the only two choices the people in the Pass have? I think not.
Being somewhat a follower of Buddhist philosophy I believe there is a better way. Of the two choices above where one wants to change everything, while the other wants nothing to change, I believe in the middle way. How about you?
Suppose My Hand Were Always Like That?
Mokusen Hiki was living in a temple in the province of Tamba. One of his adherents complained of the stinginess of his wife. Mokusen visited the adherent's wife and held his clenched fist before her face.
'What do you mean by that?' asked the surprised woman. 'Suppose my hand were always like that, what would you call it?' 'Deformed,' replied the woman.
Then he opened his hand flat in her face and asked: suppose it were always like that -- what then? 'Another kind of deformity,' said the wife.
'If you understand that much,' finished Mokusen, 'you are a good wife.' Then he left. After his visit this wife helped her husband to distribute as well as to save.
"The greatest art is to attain a balance, a balance between all opposites, a balance between all polarities. Imbalance is the disease and balance is health. Imbalance is neurosis, and balance is well-being."
Knowing how to think empowers you far beyond those who know only what to think.