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To judge or not to judge? Is that even an appropriate question?
To judge connotes disregarding the flaws, the weakness, the humanity in others.
To not judge, may suggest, to those struggling to survive, allowing others to take advantage.
Is there a bright line rule?
Is it possible to live in the spirit of pure love, whose necessary components are a lack of judgment and forgiveness?
I reflected today on that simple phrase: Do No Harm.
I realized it would be a lottery ticket for the human race.
If we were to all adopt that mantra, breath and live it, we could re-balance the world.
I had been driving home from a meeting and was thinking of the state of the world. Thinking about the fact that ‘griping’ does little more than add more negativity (believe me, I can ‘gripe’) and I thought of the pure wisdom in the phrase ‘Do No Harm’. Instant winnings.
I of course digressed, suppose we strove to do the right thing only it turned out to be the wrong thing? Where would we go to find a point of reference? Again my mind turned to the phrase: ‘Do No Harm’.
I’m not trying to be redundant, it is occurring naturally. It is so very, very simple. We don’t have to worry about right or wrong if we follow those three little words.
I sometimes am dragged down, beyond my own bent for believing in the positive, and become saddened at the horrendous things that occur against humans, against animals, against the planet. How naive we can be to think we know much of anything. This whole limitless; yet, maybe self-repeating universe beyond us, what is it that we think we know? Can we truly believe we know anything as we sit and breath and live and laugh and love as even one human being, let alone, one child, goes harmed in the same moment?
I’m not much about division. I think that as I lift the fork to my mouth in celebration of a good meal, there is someone, somewhere, that cannot do the same, and to me, it makes no sense.
I find my comfort today in the words: Do No Harm.
If we all believed and lived this, I think, a lot of the ‘bad’ would take care of itself.
Now there are so many ways we could distort this, I don’t think you have the time or the patience for me to go through the variations, so I leave us with the simple import.
In the news, at least for some of us that still troll negative publicity, is the story of a Florida priest, sharing love with a woman.
Not a problem right?
Except that he made a ‘promise’ to not engage in certain types of love.
I wish I could condemn him, or his partner, but I can’t. I can say, it is easier that if you can’t uphold a promise you previously made that you graciously excuse yourself from same and explain accordingly. But life as we know it is not conducive to forgiveness.
Let’s pretend for a moment that this young priest came out, went public and said I’m struggling here, I took a vow of celibacy but I have found myself grappling with a whole different dimension of God’s love that I never knew I would need to grapple with, despite same, I’m grappling with it and ask your forgiveness, your understanding, your assistance to learn in which way to progress.
Not possible, because social media really doesn’t allow for this does it?
I could go on and on, but I won’t, I would rather hear from you and ask that you pray for the priest and his loved one to find their way.
How many times do we wish to reinvent ourselves?
To start again?
To be the master, or would it be, the mistress, of the past?
How many times, do we long to stand atop the tallest point, and scream, from our hearts, I meant well?
The snow allows us to begin again,
in unexpected ways.
It blankets our paths,
daring us to set foot again,
and to watch also,
where we step.
Today, the snow has blessed us.
Well hello NJ.
Looks like we aren’t sitting quiet with the peace offering of civil unions.
Check it out, there may be movement afoot, allowing others to love as others love.
(yes, I meant to say it that way. why are only alleged heterosexuals “us” and a-hem, “gays”, “homosexuals” or “those that love others of the same ‘sex'”, others?)
Can we just evolve?
Check it out: Reuters………………
“Full marriage is the only way to meet a state constitutional requirement for equality, said the 13-member panel of public officials, clergy, lawyers and same-sex marriage advocates.”
Are we ever just this one thing?
I think not.
Unless we only evaluate in the space of frozen time.
My girl, my prior header on my previous design blog, she shines; yet, I changed her time and time again. I have photos of her change, all of which I have not posted. it was an expose of moments and I dared to paint and repaint the canvas.
The point is, none of us are ever just one thing, and when we judge others, we freeze them in time. We see an encapsulated moment, while still, perhaps, allowing ourselves evolution.
Ah, so now what, my friends, now what? Shall we move on?
the Earth fell from beneath my feet
but it was not
an unusual occurrence
the same occurred.
I put my feet upon the ground,
I lifted my arms,
and looked to the windows,
i hung scraps of cloth,
to obscure the view.
It does not matter.
I know there are times,
we belong to no one
but ourselves and God in our heart,
and those moments are
they are the moments,
when the rest of the world
not come through our door uninvited
and we have moments
just for thanks and gratitude
that we are
in those moments ok.
It will be the harrowing moments after
of self realization
CNN or Fox News
where we may doubt our own
So long as we hold
in the moments in between
we can gather courage
in a pocket
promising a different now.
Peace to you. We send such loving thoughts your way.
Why must people be cruel?
but it begs an answer.
All of you who spend time here,
you grant us miracles,
by your existence and your courage in stopping in,
to say hello,
and give strength.
Welcome CNN Hereos………….I cannot begin to give words to what you do……………for now, I start with this John Legend video.……..spectacular.
CNN reports on the attacks on innocents in India. What would Ghandi say now? I am not making light, I am serious, very, very serious, how can this be true?
It starts, I believe, with the ability to see others as less than ourselves and it morphs to such grand proportions that it becomes something that hits the news and strikes us again and again, in headlines.
None of this should be true, but I have always been one to not spend a lot of time on should, or at least try not to, because should connotes lost time in the past.
I ask tonight for the only thing I can think of: prayer. Ask everyone you know to pray and pray and pray………at least until we can figure out something more swift.
I am probably not unlike you, I see this and say, where is God? where is love?
I could struggle with an intellectual debate on the issues, but that is not helping all of those hurting, shocked, damaged people.
Recently, many issues have come to light with the rights of our fellow human beings.
Rights, I want to say, trampled, but how can they be trampled when such rights have not yet arisen?
There is a lot of coverage as to “equal” marriage or “gay” marriage. I’m not sure the word matters, I know as a lover of words it should, but I find the essence of the issue is one more pure, it is the right to love, so I don’t know what to call the right to love and marry, regardless of sexual orientation.
On a related note, from Vannessa’s corner of the world, she brought up the issue of the right to adopt and how it is curtailed due to sexual orientation.
When you live on the edge of the rainbow,
hanging on to the hue,
may not matter.
When you live on the edge of the rainbow,
it is moments,
When you live on the edge of the rainbow,
you hold on,
by a thread,
by a handful,
if you like the color,
you have grasped.
When you live on the edge of the rainbow,
hang with you.
There are times,
between the spaces,
when we have,
moments of gratitude,
in the open spaces
designed and built
both long before and after our time.
There are times,
within the moments,
yes, not in the spaces in between,
when our hearts swell,
and we know,
if we could only bag up and box,
the love before us,
there would not be one more thing we need to accomplish.
Have I shared with you,
on a child’s face,
when they turn at you,
Have I shared with you,
the millions of times,
within my home,
I love you?
not to get something back,
but because it is.
Have I shared with you,
my mortal fears?
that our rights to love,
not by our decree, but by,
egos of others.
I do not blame them.
Because to do so,
is to blame them,
for not having been loved,
the way that is beyond denial,
for those within its circle of warmth.
I wish for you today,
a better moment,
a better today, to build,
an even better tomorrow.
I wish that we,
would not let,
our brothers and sisters fail,
but lift them up,
within our arms of collective consciousness.
Every child gone wrong,
with a finger pointed at him or her,
is still the child,
no I don’t mean,
we excuse behavior that hurts one another,
we raise a village,
we stop it before it begins,
Peace to you today.
let us know what we can do,
if you don’t,
we will wish you had.
How to begin?
Perhaps the only fair way to begin is to show you, our introduction to the word Ubuntu did not begin that long ago. In June of 2007, Surface Earth posted a piece on Ubuntu. It was an introduction, a recognition, that this word was new to us.
Back to the present, we were asked to share our vision, our experience of Ubuntu:
We would like to extend our congratulations to Surface Earth. Thank you for your beautiful words and spirit. You will be a fine addition to our Ubuntu team. With this nomination you can choose or not to post our Ubuntu badge on your blog, but we do ask that you post a blog post article about what Ubuntu means to you in return.
First, Ubuntu to us means an all encompassing love. It means love which has no division, no boundaries, it is the recognition that as the water feeds through the channels of the land, it is not divided, but of the same whole.
Ubuntu means exactly what what was given and shared today, an expression of humanity, a lack of being afraid to stand on Humanity’s Team, to recognize ourselves in another or others. And that is what occurred today. I stand now, in the distant light, rays, of pure love that have come from people I don’t know, people that have no agenda other than to raise up their fellow man or woman or human or whatever we want to call ourselves. This purity of spirit reached into my day, humbling me, asking, what more, what more, what more can be done? Done, I mean, to keep this up, to keep up this compassionate web of caring, for all of you to feel as I do right now, full of belief in the love and goodness of my fellow people.
This is first draft gang, i’m sure I’ll be back to write some more, but I can only write from the heart, the editing skills come from my very loud ego, and I’m ok with silencing that loud partner.
Namaste. May you be good to others.
my night ended, looking at flowers still opened,
just one above,
it looks of the day.
My day started,
and in one point
of that early transition,
i had a moment of grace,
i saw for some reason,
a small fleck of color,
i would have thought a weed,
in another given moment,
but i stopped,
crouched down and looked
at the color curled into itself,
i asked my child,
at the time,
see this color,
and the flower opened,
seen as I did,
perhaps the camera quality cannot give you the sensation,
in the early hours.
Seems like she made a stop in Springfield. M.A.
****Hey CordieB’s comment just made me update this, almost included it to begin with but didn’t, Mother Mary Come to Me………………..
In a nutshell,
what truly would fit?
Is there something I can share,
that you yourself,
have not thought of?
grammar is but a tool
to help bridge the gap
and I will flout
those rules here.
did it matter,
how your hair looked?
what car you drove?
who said what about you?
what I would call,
a protected, lovely bubble,
that is no different,
than an oxygen tank.
There is a limit.
I don’t mean to bring you down,
and in fact,
I believe the great deal of you that visit
more than once
know that automatically.
What I am trying to impart,
is but a knock away.
For some of us,
it can be a knock that resounds as a winning lottery ticket,
or the sense of doom,
before the knuckles fall,
but it is fallible
and ever present
If I am rooted in faith,
they can try,
isn’t it up to me,
as to how,
**May you be blessed and protected today. Namaste.
We are not in a point of life where we can give money to those in need. What we can do is invite you here, place your needs or petitions, if you want by location, in case of local help, but that is your choice entirely.
We will try to turn your email or comment requests into posts and some day a workable map-type web where people within localities can help each other and we can truly live a human community.
Pass this around. All are welcome. Evidently, we cannot vouch for the requests we will receive, we just ask you be guided by your heart.
Sometime ago, Enreal tagged me here for a “tag”, “link”, I am never quite sure of the “nomenclature”, for a series of shared favorite quotes.
I thought, and I thought and I thought. And I realized, the quotes I like best are the ones that happen spontanouesly in the day, the ones, most often born of innocence, out of the mouths of babes they say. I continued to think. Then, the other night, I received an email from a group I read and there they were, three beautiful, pristine quotes and I knew those are the ones I wanted to share.
Enreal, thank you for keeping me thinking. Without further ado………..
“When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinitie.”
“We count our miseries carefully, and accept our blessings without much thought.”
“When we settle into the present moment, we can see beauties and wonders right before our eyes…”.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
I feel like writing tonight. Not sure what will land here, but I felt like sharing, or would it be, unburdening?
I have had some really interesting dreams lately, the angels teaching me about pieces of rainbows and how to turn them to heal.
A repetitive dream about escaping from one world to the next, sneaking out through a porthole, that forgive me, was I believe a toilet bowel, the deal was, I had to have faith, dive in and let myself be flushed away. The thing is, my consciousness, and my self, however you define it, came out from the other side. And then it happened again and again and again until I awoke near 5 and say ok, enough of that, bring me back to the rainbows.
The rainbows are fast and furious in my mind. If you go back to the beginning of many of my posts, there was a desperate, desperate search…I needed, wanted, demanded the answers. Could that be the lawyer in me? And then, it stopped, and it stopped, without my doing, by the immersion in silence and in nature. Now, I’m not telling you I had to be in the middle of the woods, I could have been on a busy street, on a stoop, lucky enough to have a pot of geraniums at my side, but I needed to be. And I found I could not “be” in the continuous cycle of putting on a face. Whoever that other is, that seeks to say, hey, hey – aren’t I cool, aren’t I loveable? Let me show you, you will see. Well, she went somewhere else, age, you ask? Perhaps. And if so, blessings.
The point being, there is a quiet solitutude that has nothing to do with loneliness. That may be because I am fortunate enough to be withn reservoirs of love, or is that because, becoming aware, I stepped within reservoirs of love and decided to stay put?
That’s it. Sin-e.
Best of blessings, peace, wholeness, and undoubtedly, self-healing to you. Faith can move a mountain. I have always had a problem with it, until I got out of my own way, and realized it was true.
Live from the heart.
Live honest to you.
You’ll be ok.
I draft a contract to myself,
one you may find amusing,
resourceful or contemplative.
I honor myself
as I did
before I knew either
I honor myself
as a child
with the face
I honor myself
lack of realization
I honor myself
I honor myself
I honor myself
that if I cannot think with love
I will neutralize
Peace to you today. You are beautiful.
How quickly do we fall from grace?
What does it take for us to push another from the seat of grace?
There are times in life I have fallen from grace, either in my own opinion or in the opinion of someone else.
There are times in life I have pushed someone from the seat or cradle of grace.
The why to me is no longer important. The why is because, because it happened, because it was a proscribed or learned mind-set, because, because, because.
There are triggers that go off before we attempt to let someone fall from grace or to push them from that natural state. There may be an addictive surge of heightened emotion, a marshalling of the ego, a quick pain in the stomach, a headache, something that is other than pleasure and truly a natural state of being from the heart.
If you know your own triggers, when you are about to set the trap, create the lair to draw another in, to bring them down…chances are you can stop in the very moment and cause a non-occurrence. You can choose how to treat another human being. Conversely, you can choose whether you allow yourself or another to cause the illusion of your fall from grace. When you begin to hear the self-critical voice, when your body and its energy begin to delete, almost slouch, when there is simply too much noise in your head…recognize that which is not natural is occcurring.
The quickest way to return to the natural state of love is to breath. When we are in the natural state of love, we do not allow anyone’s fall from grace, including ourself, it is not even a recognizable concept or desired action.
Even if it is only for a moment. Take a breath in through your nose, feel your stomach move and then slowly, slowly exhale, focusing on your stomach breathing out again. This moment creates a barrier while at the same time allowing a flow of loving energy to return within and around you.
This wonderful woman, blogger, tarot girl….DoveLove.…has hit me with my ultimate enjoyment….books….
I copy here, somewhat inartfully, her post regarding tagging and books and life and love.
Let’s see what I can do…..
01. One book that changed your life
OK, IT’S ME HERE, S.E., ONE BOOK THAT CHANGED MY LIFE? ONE…………….OW, THAT HURTS, THERE HAVE BEEN SEVERAL HUNDRED, BUT LET ME GO WITH THE GUT…SIDDHARTHA…………..
02. One book that you’ve read more than once
MORE THAN ONCE? I REALLY HATE THAT. I HAVE AN EMBARGO GOING IN THAT DIRECTION, BUT MY FIRST WOULD BE THE SAME AS NUMBER ONE: SIDDHARTHA….AND SILK AND MANY MANY BOOKS BY ELLEN GILGRIST. I’M GOING FROM THE GUT HERE, TYPOS BE DARNED.
03. One book you’d want on a desert island
ONE BOOK I WOULD WANT ON A DESERT ISLAND? THIS IS TOUGH. I TROLL THROUGH BARNES AND NOBLE AND INDEPENDENT BOOK STORES LOOKING FOR THAT TITLE AND I DON’T HAVE IT YET, I DON’T….I WOULD BE WRITING WORDS IN THE SAND, ROCKING ON MY HEELS AND PROBABLY TALKING TO THE CLOUDS CREATING MY OWN.
04. Two books that made you laugh
EASY….SOPHIA KINSELLA….SHE IS A GEM AND ALWAYS MAKES ME LAUGH AND DARN IT, SHE PUBLISHED MORE THAN TWO BOOKS.
05. One book that made you cry
ONE BOOK THAT MADE ME CRY? HALLMARK MAKES ME CRY. A PLAINTIVE BIRD ALONE ON A BRANCH MAKES ME CRY. ONE BOOK THAT MADE ME CRY…PERHAPS THE ONE I HAVEN’T PUBLISHED.
06. One book that you wish had been written
EASY: HOW LOVE CURES ALL.
07. One book that you wish had never been written
ANYTHING FOCUSING ON HATE.
08. Two books you’re currently reading
HAHA: THE REINCARNATION OF EDGAR CAYCE AND THE PHARMACY OF THE SOUL.
09. One book you’ve been meaning to read
UM, THE BIBLE?
10. Okay, I’m gonna try this taggin thing, but since I’ve been getting the number 3, I’ll do 3 🙂
ANYONE WHO WANTS TO JOIN IN. MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS. PEACE TO YOU DOVE LOVE.
I am not the water.
I am not the rocks.
I am not the silt on the bottom of the bed of the creek.
I am not the edge of the creek, the moss meeting the edge of the water.
I am not the floor of the sky.
I am not the ceiling of the earth.
I am not limited
I am not defined.
I am no more not of the water and the earth and the rocks and the sky then I am of them.
I am all or I am nothing.
And so is love.
A day of jubilation turned to trauma: BBC reports.
I call this evening to pray for those in Pakistan.
There is no need to do this to each other as fellow human beings, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, friends, in-laws…………
there is no need.
Join me, take a moment, ask whatever divinity you believe in to remind us of love.
If I had to bottle up my love,
could I find the pieces to fit within dimensions?
Lock into the one huge smile,
the laughter from the belly,
the sheer joy stretched across
of this otherwise
Could I take the time,
I saw you as a child,
holding onto you,
when you were scared and unable to ask?
Would that be the moment I choose,
to put within the glass,
to hold it,
take it out,
savor it, remind me of love?
Would I take the time, another, her hair falling across her forehead,
looked at me,
the giver of birth,
with love undefined?
Would I take that and shove it
Would I know,
that it was and has always been,
love without limits,
crystalized in moments,
Have you ever been there?
As far as you think you will land, in the ugly, smelly armpit of your own life?
Have you looked around and all you could see was what your heart never wished for?
Have you been there?
The only solution I have found is to not beat yourself up for arriving.
To breath, and breath again, and breath and breath and breath.
Set no agenda.
Have no immediate expectation.
Just meet yourself there, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the moment.
Wrap your arms around yourself.
If you can’t muster the courage, the strength to tell yourself I love you, then just breath.
There are those of us out here, unknown, saying we love you anyway.
We hear you.
I wonder if time is measured differently during moments of beauty.
If it spins out, webbing itself against the dimensions.
Does it hold, grab, freeze, otherwise reverse what we know as time?
Does it still the giant within us, in this day and age, that lunges toward negativity?
I do know moments of beauty are crystal clear and indescribable to the greatest extent. They hover, almost outside of our vision even when within, pulling at the reaches of our heart.
I have been thinking about blogging against abuse since this goal was brought up by RubyShooz.
I was thinking of the importance of not participating in self-abuse. In honoring ourselves despite or because of everything and thereby making us less susceptible to the abuse of others.
I was also thinking that when we don’t participate in self-abuse against ourselves, we are less likely to emotionally abuse and manipulate others. Sometimes our internal negative thoughts become our blueprint and then we manifest or create a perception of what others do to us that is wrong, then we justify our response, and so on and so on. It becomes circular and we erode not only the love within us, but the love within others.
So simply, don’t abuse yourself. Look upon yourself as the gift you are, unique, one of a kind, and smile that you are you.
Come along the RubyShooz train.
RubyShooz has enlightened me, and now you, as to our opportunity to join together and blog on September 27, 2007 to STOP ABUSE.
We all know abuse is insidious and comes in so many forms, I dare anyone to put it in a box, except to say:
if it looks like…
chances are it is.
So come along, join together, how can we use our minds, our hearts and our words to STOP ABUSE?
This morning, my brain was wandering and I realized that the energy of my search, my frenzied search to not only have all the answers at once, but to have the most simple of all answers at once, in regard to faith and spirituality, has slowed down.
I have a faith in God and always have for some reason. I no longer even know why except it is a part of me.
I do not believe in any one religion being the only right religion. I believe in the path of the human heart.
For some reason, the last few weeks, I feel less resistance, less need to struggle. Now that doesn’t mean I’m not still searching, remaining open and pausing when I see what I consider to be signs of other things that I don’t know, maybe can’t know, until I evolve in some other way, some other time.
In the meantime, I’m going to let my heart be the guide and not try to be right or know it all, and not be so hard on myself for not moving ahead in this evolution faster.
I’m going to go day by day and see the small miracles and welcome new revelations and love with an open heart doing the things I must and the things I enjoy.
I find it timely that this morning, Ronnie over at OutofmyHead sent a link to a news story she knew I would enjoy on Mother Teresa and I felt compelled to share it with the rest of you.
Posted: 2007-08-24 10:40:51
Filed Under: World News
(Aug. 24) In life, she was an icon for believers of God’s work on Earth. Her ministry to the poor of Calcutta was a world-renowned symbol of religious compassion. She was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.
Photo Gallery: ‘Please Forgive Me’
The nun, right, ministers to the poor in Calcultta, India, in 1979. “Where is my faith?” she wrote after starting work there. “Even deep down … there is nothing but emptiness and darkness. … If there be God — please forgive me.”
Serendipity lead me down a garden path.
Sunday evening I wrote about books and the unwillingness or the inability to part with favorites. I composed a list. I added a link to the BBC news regarding mules carrying books to remote regions of Venezuela, a four-legged mobile library they called it. I was spurred to write about the books I could not do without by the mere thought of what it would be like, to be someone else, to have to have mules bring me my books.
You see, I am a spoiled reader. I have the unfortunate habit of forgetting titles and yes, authors, but remembering the feel of the words within stories so it makes it difficult to read many books again; however, I need to be able to touch those books, to have the feeling come through their spines to mine.
So I was humbled to see the mules carrying the books, the gratitude, the inspiration, offered and received, how many times would they read the same books again, but do so with gratitude.
“Venezuela’s four-legged mobile libraries
A university in Venezuela is using a novel method to take books into remote communities and encourage people to read. As James Ingham reports, the scheme is proving a great success.
The village children love reading the books that the mules bring
“Chiquito and Cenizo greet me with a bit of a snort and a flick of the tail.
Mules are too tough to bother being sweet. They do a hard job which no other animal or human invention can do as well.
But these mules are rather special.”
As a result of this, I went to where I keep some of my books, I looked through and began a list as to what books I could not do without. I have a busy household and mistyped in my list. Instead of writing “The Sunflower”, I wrote, “The Sunflower Houses”, and received a response from someone on behalf of the author, Sharon Lovejoy, as to the difference between the titles. Me, a lover of words, should certainly appreciate that…and because of that, I have found a vast and rich new resource for parents and children, teaching the respect and love needed between all of us.
Without further ado, I introduce…. the webpage for: Sharon Lovejoy, author of The Sunflower Houses…
This is what I saw today, in a Catholic message, it’s ok to ask and ask again.
You don’t have to say, no, it’s not my time, millions have it worse than me, you don’t have to say, oh, hi God, I’m just stopping in to see how you are, because really, You and I know I really shouldn’t be asking for anything.
Rather, I saw what I wanted to see today, and perhaps that’s the only way I’ll ever be able to see, my way.
Taken from: Medjugorje.org
“The Catholic Calendar for Sunday, July 29, 2007
Seventeenth Sunday in Ordinary Time
Scripture from today’s Liturgy of the Word:
Psalm 138:1-2, 2-3, 6-7, 7-8
A reflection on today’s Sacred Scripture:
I remember a student from Italy who attended Wadhams Hall Seminary in Ogdensburg, NY, many years ago. He was quite unaccustomed to the ways of Americans. When he tried to bargain over the price of a comb at the local pharmacy, the manager almost threw him out! Americans aren’t as used to bargaining over small purchases as Europeans are.
God seems to encourage bargaining in today’s First Reading. Abraham is disturbed when he learns that the Lord plans to destroy the evil city of Sodom. After all, he knows that his nephew Lot and his wife have not given in to the sinful deeds of their neighbors. He succeeds in getting God to spare the city “for the sake of ten just men!”
Jesus not only allows us to bargain with God, He actively encourages us to do so. After teaching His apostles how to pray in the beautiful words we know as the Lord’s Prayer, He urges His followers not to give up if at first the Father doesn’t seem to be listening. To paraphrase, He says, “Don’t give up, keep knocking! Do you think my Father would refuse anything to His children?“
It’s an important lesson that we often forget!
– Msgr. Paul Whitmore — email: pwhitmore29(at)yahoo(dot)com”
I added the emphasis, the underline above, to share with you where my thought came from…I look forward to hearing where it leads you to…………
My children are delighted as to how I am enthralled with Run’s House.
They watch Rev. Run sign off at the end of each show and say, “Mom, mom, look! That’s you!”
By that they mean, imparting words of learning via the Blackberry to whoever wants to hear.
Tonight, in between many things, but most importantly, while scouting around the refrigerator, I found an offending tupperware piece filled with leftover Chinese take out rice, and it hit me, “Love is like leftover rice.”
You know, if you like Chinese food delivered, especially if you have a great Chinese food delivery nearby, the expectation of that warm, simmering, made to order, other than what you can achieve at home food. I’m talking spicy Shrimp, slivered vegetables, soup, soup, soup, a vegetarian base and Wow, I swear, it’s the Elixer in life. And then there is the rice, the rice in the box, the steaming white rice, the only thing at least one of your children will eat.
You sit together, you eat, you enjoy, and you push away from the table looking for the big garbage bag to get rid of the reminders of how you’ve blown the diet, as to how greasy and bloated you feel…but you pack away the rice, you put it in tupperware, convinced tomorrow you will make a soup, or your own stir fry or something.
A week passes.
A second week passes.
The third…you find it in the back of the refrigerator, you remember the temptation, you remember the taste, you remember refusing to throw it out because there is always an inherent value.
That is love. Maybe not as shiny, but just as surprising and ever useful. If I was so inclined, I could have even made glue of that rice.
How do I meet you, where you want to be met?
How do I speak to you as you want to be spoken to?
How do I hear you as you want to be heard?
Do I need to anticipate your words and thoughts, before I put my own on the page?
I am struck, today as many days, by who will be our next statistics.
Reading the news, I realize, you are removed from me. Are you the heart, the soul, the courage I call to with these words?
Are you who I write to without knowing as I read stories or hear stories in and on the news, more “numbers”, more “statistics”, God forgive me, you are removed from me.
Because today I am ok.
Today I am here, in a country I love, in a place where I am adored, in a world where the best of all dreams have manifested. To me the best of all dreams is what I inhabit, the love of a select few, so pure; yet, not without its moments of impatience. Within and around this world, I have food, a roof, electricity, I have the ability to pay bills. I have feet, legs that carry me to my car to start my day, I have a career, esteemed some would say, but that is not the pivotal signifigance, the pivotal signifigance is that I have and embody, at least to this day, the wherewithal to carry on.
Who would I be without it?
Where would I be?
And despite this awareness of fortune and luck, I read the news, devour the news, surf for different versions of the same story, wanting, panting over the search, the journey for the truth to figure out how it is any of us could treat each other as if we were not part of the “us”.
Can I see a mother in the news grieving, struggling despite the news to carry on, because really, what else is there to do?
I wonder at the ones we mark as misfits as this global world closes into itself, where will they go? Trapped where they are not wanted and don’t belong; yet, marked from exit? And suppose, just suppose, we are wrong in our adjustment of perception, so much so, that we brand the innocent guilty? Can we live with that?
I know, statistics can meter out that the price of a few innocent lives are worth it to capture the maybe guilty ones…but something deep within my heart cries out, screams and says, suppose, just suppose, it was you or I? or a beloved child that we knew, as well as we can know anything, who was and is good, what then?
I have never spent much time on the depth of literature or biblical studies, not that I don’t have degrees, learning or education, it is simply that my mind seemed to discard that which did not ring true with the collective human heart.
I don’t care. I simply don’t care what the Bible has to say, I think the truth for humanity lives within us and resonates so true and so pure from the most beautiful part of our hearts and souls, that truth of that nature is hard to disavow.
I think our society has succumbed, has bowed itself to the inevitability to evolution on an industrial and technological level. Really, I have no better choice, no better solution, I know not what a better world would be for us, I do know this, we are culpable, day after day, in the moment exiting sleep and upon awakening, that is the breath within which we embrace the best version of who we are and we shrug it off, most of us, and don a suit of clothes, to play charades for the better part of our days.
I do not have the one answer, the one path, the signs or the miracles that point the way.
Sometimes though, what doesn’t work, can point the way.
We spend so much time afraid of each other, who has what, who will do what, that we cannot live.
What would happen if 98 percent of the world chose differently? Chose to have a voice and use that voice and live in whatever best version of the Divine we could embody?
Is it really so far fetched?
Isn’t that truly part of what we search for, this life cycle of questions and answers?
Can’t we just accept there are many things we do not know, but despite that, acknowledge there are things we can agree upon to honor each other?
Tonight, I read slowly, something that those who know me well, know happens too infrequently.
I read the voice of a young woman, and am struck by something she felt worthy to be placed among the pages. I have not referenced and cross-referenced, I simply put this here for a note of familiarity, The Girls of Riyadh, by Rajaa Alsanea, pp. 73-74):
Rid yourself of woe and tears
Instead of crying years and years
Oh You who’ve wept the traitor man
Weep on today, if you well can.
But watch that no one sees tears fall
For such will please the traitors all.
We are almost all certainly aware, paraphrased, that faith can move mountains.
It occurs to me that perhaps the greatest mountain is the one within ourselves. If we can live and embody faith, and no, I don’t care what you call that faith, let it flood us, it could change everything. First, it could change our own internal topography and then, what lies beyond us.
I walked by our garden, I saw a long stemmed original daisy. You know the kind, long, straight, proud, daring, stark white petals against the sky, you love me, you love me not.
I stopped. Momentarily amazed that any flowers grew in the fluctuating temperatures, but that this one stood alone.
I looked closer. It stood tall and proud, yet slightly withered against the sky. I understood, it had been left to stand alone. The stems surrounding it had been chewed. Was it the mother, the deer, I whispered to, telling her, it’s ok, you are safe here? Your babies are safe here? We’ll even go back inside when we see you so they don’t become too afraid too soon.
The deer left this moment for me.
A few moments ago, well, more than a few now, I posted a piece wondering about miracles.
I am still brewing over that and hope some others out there have some different perspectives to lend to my thoughts, but my mind has continued to wander, not unlike the clouds against an azure sky, I just keep spinning by.
Right now, I am wondering, why must we trash celebrities?
Here are a few devil advocate guesses:
1. Because they “made it”
2. Because we think they have it better than us
3. Because we pay to increase their fame, through products or movie tickets or DVD rentals, we feel they owe it to us to project a certain image
Now, I have posted about this before, but will do so again, why the attack on Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt and their growing brood of loved children?
See, in my mind, I choose. I choose to see people with money and status and fame, whether they want it or not, who step outside the box to help others, as inspired human beings. I recognize the arguments out there, blah, blah, they do it to receive even further recognition and fame and money.
But, is there a point in time that a “celebrity” – no matter what they do – can be accused of taking any action simply to obtain more attention and more money?
I think so.
I think it becomes a feeding frenzy, we blame them for our interest and attention.
After all, once in the limelight, isn’t much of what you do exposed, willingly or otherwise? True or not true?
I surfed the net for humanitarian news and receive many hits on Ms. Jolie. Here are a few:
“Fri, 06/08/2007 – 7:00am by PopSugar
Angelina is everywhere! Making the Pop 100, supporting her man at Ocean’s premieres, promoting A Mighty Heart, and yesterday she was “honored for her philanthropic work by joining the Council on Foreign Relations.” Does it ever stop for Angelina? With all this work it’s no wonder she wants to take off to enjoy time with her kids. The actress talked pretty candidly about life with Brad and the kids in this month’s issue of Marie Claire. She even gives us a little glimpse into all of her little ones’ big personalities. Here are some adorable and funny quotes about the Jolie-Pitt kids:
- On Pax:
“[Pax] Is probably the wildest person in the house right now.””I’m still having trouble convincing Pax that underwear and pants go together – underwear is not pants!
- On Zahara:
“Z – you do her hair; she takes it out. It’s like everybody starts to undress once you’ve gotten them dressed!””Zahara is the smart ass personality. The other day Z said to me, ‘I need a cookie.’ I said, ‘You need a cookie? You don’t need a cookie.’ She said, ‘Daddy gonna cry.’ Why is Daddy gonna cry? ‘Daddy wants me to have a cookie. She’s just that smart.”
- On Shiloh:
“Shiloh is starting to walk, so she’s falling and eating everything in the place.”
- On Maddox:
I’m so happy for my children – especially Mad. I didn’t know if he was ever going to have a dad. So when I watch them having real strong father-son time, or even when Mad tells me, “This is a boy thing, Mom’ – it’s just beautiful to see.”
We can only imagine what it’s like trying to keep up with their little clan. She and Brad are obviously having a great time doing it. Although it sounds like they’re really going to have their hands full when the kids are teenagers! Check out the rest of the article on newsstands now in Marie Claire.”
You can’t make this stuff up. Well maybe you can, but come on guys, is it too much to believe there could be a super succesful woman, with an adoring partner and lovely gorgeous children, who still finds time to launch herself into situations that I would not send my worst enemy into?
See also: Team-Jolie. I could have pasted and copied separate resources, but since they comprehensively came up with the most news hits, I bow my head, and cite their site.
I am not a sophisticated listener of music, I only know what calls to me, and it is such a wide variety.
I sat this early evening outside, surrounded by trees which must be hundreds of years old, and I watched them watching me.
Did you know the movement of the trees, if watched with an open mind and without hurry, do not follow the patterns of proscribed wind?
The leaves move in different patterns, fluttering even within the stronger gusts, they are dancing and shaping themselves against the sky for us to read, if we could only but remember.
There are things calling me to go inside, the day to day events, chores, what you might call, existence, but I am enraptured by what I am witnessing, the leaves and the branches, the very limbs are acting against the wind and dancing.
The first symphony I ever have understood.