Social/Spiritual

Hatred or Peace

Image of rose
Photo by Jason Williard (1981-2016); used by permission.
Taken at the Portland International Rose Test Garden

If we respond with hate
to their spewing of hatred
we only multiply hatred in the world

If we react in fear
when they rattle their sabers
we only perpetuate the battle

Poetry
Social/Spiritual

Visitations

Image of broken bluebird knick-knack
Photo by author

Message from beyond or coincidence

Visitations -
those moments
when loved ones
who have passed
make their presence known

A balloon landing in a tree says
"I Miss You Mom"

A timer goes crazy
spinning and beeping
in the middle
of a family dinner

Poetry
Family
Grief, Death and Dying
Social/Spiritual

What If It Isn't Real?

Photo of Milky Way at night from New Zealand

Photo by Hanson Lu on Unsplash

What if none of it is real. What if the world is a holographic projection of the collection of our minds. We are pretty attached to these bodies and our stuff. But what if none of it is real.

What if we are mighty and playful and can be, do and have anything we want. What if global warming isn't real. Not as in, "they" are making it up. But as in we created it by our beliefs. 

You Are Beautiful

Image of a puppy

Hey You!
Yes, You!
Has anyone told you lately
how beautiful you are
how the light shines
just so through your eyes
how your smile
lights up the room
how your presence
makes us feel safe
like everything 
is going to be okay
You are perfect
just the way you are
you don't need some
new beauty regimen
or a big exercise program
you just need to be you
love yourself
like you love others
put down the hammer
and pick up the feather
gently stroke your cheek

Poetry
Social/Spiritual
Wild Heart

The Path of Spirit

I have lived a varied spiritual life. Before I started grade school, I lived between my Mom and my maternal grandparents. Once I started grade school, I moved permanently with my mom but we visited my grandparents often. My mother had joined the Catholic church and my grandmother was a Methodist. It depended on where we were and maybe my mood which church I'd go to on a Sunday.

We are one

Remember me
The one as close as your breath
The one who can soothe and
bring those shoulders down from your ears
I will always love you
I will release the tension in your chest
I will help you sleep
when your eyes will not shut
I will heal your heart
if you will let me work my way through it
Sometimes my ways
may seem painful
challenging
unwarranted
but the journey
is always worth it in the end
Come, follow me
down the trail of life
down the trail of your beingness

Social/Spiritual
Poetry

Great Mother

Guide my feet to walk the path you lay down before me
Teach my hands to offer love and healing to whatever I touch
Teach my eyes to see you in all of creation
Guide my ears to hear the songs of nature and the words,
and what is behind the words, of my sisters and brothers
Teach my heart to feel love and not take offense to the words
or actions of others, but to feel the pain underlying such actions
Help my voice to sing my song
Thank you for all the beauty you have placed in my life
Thank you for this day

Social/Spiritual
Poetry

The Awakening of a Nation

We watched the movie, Talk to Me, last evening about radio and television personality, Petey Greene. I was taken back watching the scenes of what occurred when Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot. I would have been almost ten years old at the time and I don't remember anything about the shooting. I have very clear memories of President Kennedy's funeral five years earlier, so I know it wasn't a matter of not remembering something at that age. It made me wonder what the worst form of bigotry is - looking down on someone or simply pretending they don't exist.

Pages