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
but the journey
is always worth it in the end
Come, follow me
down the trail of life
down the trail of your beingness


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


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.

Beat of a Different Drum

Submitted by Tomplum

I wish that the beat of the war drum would fall on deaf ears
We can choose to live in isolation from other countries
Shut our borders
Build our goods
Teach our children
Care for our own

I wish that the beat of the war drum would fall on caring ears
Your portfolio and mine need both of us to prosper
Your portfolio and mine need most of us to prosper
Short sell we short ourselves
Teach the world's children
Care for our own

Nothing is ever lost in God

I was recently reminded of an event that happened a number of years ago...

I was a single mom at the time and both my washing machine and my car were broken down. One Sunday we had a guest speaker at church by the name of Barbara King. Reverend King was from Atlanta Georgia, stood well over six feet tall and had a powerful presence. She involved the congregation in her sermon and one of the phrases she had us repeat was, "Nothing is ever lost in God."

Balancing relationships and conservation

I am one of those who can become very passionate about saving our planet. It's not so much about being an "environmentalist" as it is about loving nature. I love the feel of a cool breeze on my face as I'm gardening or the site of a bird flitting about my yard. Nature seems to feed my soul and I truly miss it during the part of the year when things are wet and wild in our area of the world.