WHO created us:
You, me, us…
Who are we?
We are you, and me…
Quite frankly, I don’t know that any of us is equipped to deal with all that befalls us when mean spirited people aim to devour with a “splash for attention”. I am talking about the storm that has no mercy, that is bent on destroying, that rips trees, breaks windows, and inundates the streets causing accidents, and the perfect opportunity for some to sit at home cozy with families while others break into places to create even more havoc. The hail dents. The wind bends and once the snow freezes, the scene leaves us stunned, observant, and yearning for spring.
Evil is destructive and none of us can ever imagine how bad it can be. I am not really talking about a freezing snow storm expected in Northern climates. I am talking about people who disregard the seriousness and importance of being decent, of being discreet, of being better rather than worse.
I hope the letter I wrote our First Lady Melania is delivered and received. I hope she has honest people around her who will look out for her well being without hidden microphones to poke fun at her accent, or to report something no one outside of her inner circle ought to hear.
May her love be greater than the hatefulness in flame in the mainstream media.
Have you invited someone for a visit? When we prepare for company, we yield to all that can be set as pleasantly as possible. It takes planning and doing.
To yield or not yield to proceeding need at least a mental preparation for going ahead. It is an open invitation of sorts to go ahead.
Our driving laws protect us from accidents and we observe YIELD signs with caution. I think it serves to know that caution is a mindful choice that serves us well.
“All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.” _Sophocles, Antigone
I am serving this quote with an invitation to all video game producers. How about reading the play and introducing its drake to be used a learning tool?
The saddest drama of unfolding events has to do with a ruler who abides by the laws of his country despite warnings of his wrongdoing. He cannot forgive a citizen even though his own son, and refuses to allow a proper burial. Two sisters are n the play, and Antigone is the one who fulfills the rightful rite for her brother’s death in order that his soul be safe. I am more or less telling the story from the little I know.
In the end, the king, Creon, who defies all pleas, loses his family, including his wife who commits suicide in learning of her son’s death. The grim story has nuggets of wisdom.
It is only through punishment the unyielding will acquire wisdom. The dramas of life are seen in a tapestry of tightly woven threads. All of these stories serve a banquet of subjects to be discussed as a means of exercising the mind to be attuned in resolving real problems in daily lives.
Today is Orthodox Easter. The greeting in Romanian is “Hristos A Inviat!” Christ is Risen!
The response : “Advevarat A Inviat!” Indeed He is Risen!
My cousin Adriana Muntean from Constanta, Romania, sent me a text…and I’ll try to translate it: The whiskered bunny is a lucky omen on Easter… He does not leave presents in your boots… He has other secrets… “pasca” a soft braided bread filled with cheese… red eggs, and “cozonac” similar to the Italian “panettone” sweet bread with raisins or nuts… roasted lamb… and a Happy Easter… It all rhymes and sounds like a jingle.
What matters most is that Adriana thought to send me the message… Unburdened by the weight of the reality the family experienced due to my mother and father leaving Romania, my cousin’s husband called and I spoke with all of them, including my Tanti Lila. They did not hold a grudge. They forgave my parents. My grandfather was imprisoned for years.
To be just means to live with integrity. That is doing the right thing when no one is watching, for your own conscience’s benefit.
We don’t talk like that enough. Yes, if we could have books for every grade from first to twelfth grade addressing the benefits of a clear conscience, surely trust would drown the cruel bullying. Maybe adults would be bound to being more honest, less deceptive, and expect and hold politicians to a higher standard.
“I am not bound to win,
But I am bound to be true.
” I am not bound to succeed,
but I am bound to live up to what LIGHT I have.” _Abraham Lincoln
Be Star Shine Daily became a dream in order to bring to light problems that can be resolved in the right frame of mind. It is always easier to stretch out a scroll with pointers than it is to actually integrate them into action. However, every seed well planted will yield a better harvest. We can be nourished by the thoughts written by others. The masters of the ages bring us calm.
“Only the just man enjoys peace of mind.” _ Epicurus
To make an effort to live justly for one entire day may well be the foundation of something marvelous in one’s life. To begin the day with a prayer brings the miracles nearby. My life changed from the day I began writing a prayer to God; in the letter, I ask for His mercy in the name of His Son Jesus Christ.
“To see a world in a grain of Sand
And Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.” _ William Blake,
a fragment from Auguries of Innocence.
William Blake’s quote refreshes my soul like the pool of water refreshed my feet long ago. What can we extract from Blake’s choice of the word “augury” and “innocence”? How does a grain of sand coupled with a flower become an omen to behold, a prophecy in disguise, and thereafter even favorable or unfavorable?
I think we are invited to consider the moment at hand.
A few days ago I wrote a blog entitled COME, BECOME ALPHABETICALLY SAVVY, and offered a challenge for you to write something beginning with the letter A through all the way to the letter Z . The exercise would say a lot about one’s interests in just twenty-six days. Life is a classroom. I sought to figure out how I would take to task the suggested word AWARENESS for the letter A.
My hope emerged once I stepped out of the box because I felt God in my heart.
Because we hope, we dream more, we envision the greatest good for all the people in the world. That is such a marvelous wish I wish we could each take it upon ourselves to wish it. Should you wish to wish it, let me tell you how it can come about. It emerges as if in a dance that you set the rhythm for the music felt deep in your heart. There is a certain excitement to think the improbable could be possible.
I found the wish for the greatest good inside the red box. When I curiously opened it, I thought of Pandora’s box filled with the evils that fled to flood the world though at a different time blessings were scattered. Both stories gave me pause. I wondered if I should open it, if I should take a chance. One quality said to be immersed in love and faith remained: hope. The face mirrors my heart; its mustard seed components glisten.
Hope brings the wishes to the forefront in our lives. The will aligned with God’s stands to prosper as the stars that shine above a midnight sky. To light the wish born of hope, seeded in faith, can embrace the whole. However, we are a measure of the immeasurable good awaiting to be given, to be shared as talent by talent no beam unimportant, each one a glorious spark of joy in service at the core.
God is at the heart of all our wishes for the ultimate good of humanity. I trust people who labor to do what is best for every American, and still respect the differences of nations independent culturally and philosophically of one another. Where is the INTEGRITY of the broadcasters who air the stupidly that our President Trump was wrong to congratulate Russia’s President Putin for winning the election in his country their way? No civilized leader would have ignored the win. The majority of Americans expect better and want the truth to be revealed rather than manipulated into mean spirited stories. This is no secret. Fox News is awake to deliver the information based on the facts and they discuss the issues intelligently. The hateful attacks on every progress made by the present President of United States of America hurt the paid pawns. The followers of the inept will drop.
So many Families and Friends mourn for loved ones today. Valentine’s Day of 2018, a birth date for many, a love giving day for most, was tragically marked with grief by our entire nation. Yes, there are those who shamefully shirk the incident as an American problem or a gun control issue, or God knows how they are thinking by adding their venom towards our President Trump. It is no wonder we are so confused in our sorrow. It is no wonder a lost and lonely misguided soul can go so awry in culture imbued in violence, using foul language, and lack of respect and compassion.
The sadness is too deep to address without asking God for mercy. The souls departed while their bodies listless and bloodshed show the senselessness of misplaced anger and hatred flung upon them. However, the truth is when things don’t make sense, everyone who notices, must seek help. It is only in helping the hurt that we can stop the hurt from hurting.
Communication is paramount. We must learn to speak to another and do so in the spirit of kindness. We must have a place where the desperate can go to find compassion. With the bashing of religion, the taking away of prayer at the beginning of the day in schools, the ridiculing of our President and Vice President for being men of faith, and the acceptance of the hideous, disrespectful ways broadcasted by the uneducated, inept, and radical liberals, no wonder the misdirected can cause us to have bleeding hearts all across the nation.