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The Vivacious Word and World Peace

I can remember lively moments.  Those times linger like fluttering butterflies; they show up in spring like fireflies.  There is absolutely nothing that can compare to a child’s vivacity in the face of delightfulness.  If we could fill our hearts with their joy, I think we would literally float…

Like gathered shells and hearts of coral, our stories have a place to nurture.

Today was an enormously weighty day for me and the word vivacious took me to boxes of photos to find and share the best of smiles.  I cannot get my phone to send the pictures to my computer as I have been doing.  Suspicion has raised my eyebrows to consider the state of our reality in America.  Maybe since I stepped forth being a total Christian Conservative, as a dear friend suggested, my postings will be shuffled, and somehow made to go to the back of the line.

I’m not sure and at this point it doesn’t matter.

I know that all who are meant to read these thoughts will, and none other,  So, I rest  “vivaciously” to recommend a great book for anyone having that secret dream waiting to be made into a reality.

There’s Always Time for Greatness Who did what from ages 1-100 by Andrew Postman appeared as a sole bloom in spring.  The great news about it is that we have the thumbprint of our greatness stamped in our hearts, and to get the confidence up, we must be on fertile ground somewhere and certainly surrounded by encouragement.

” All the forces in the world are not as powerful as an idea whose time has come.” _Victor Hugo

I think the time has come.  The idea came to me in the best prayer we can say: “Thy will be done.” Keep Reading

Our Angels

“Oh sovereign angel, wide winged stranger

above a forgetful earth,

care for me,

care for me.  Keep me unaware of danger

and not regretful and not forgetful

of my innocent birth. ” _Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

When we least expect the unexpected joy, it arrives, and we are surprised.

The thing lifts the very spirit to pump our hearts in dismay. Keep Reading

The Consequences of Abortion

Women’s Day was celebrated a few days ago.

I meant to do a tribute to all the women who made a significant difference in my life; the ones that molded me knowingly or unknowingly by modeling a life I admired for so many reasons.

Some are still on this side of the green grass, God bless them all.I could not find all the photos to stage them properly.

A call came that led me to decide that all women deserve a voice of admiration, counsel, and acknowledgement for being who we are, humans like men though designed to carry a child or more, and also beings with qualities attracting a sense of community.

Women gather people together as if by a nesting instinct.

We have been strong and we have been weak.  We have carried the lives of our own children and those of others.  We have “born” discoveries, inventions, hymns, poems, novels as well as more.  We have taken to living a life in chastity or the opposite.  We are beings who can rise to lift the hearts of the wounded, and we can do the opposite.  Like all humans, males alike, we take our first breadth to live.

Our interests may be vastly different yet we recognize something personal about one another.  Males and females have spiritual and physical yearnings.  It is an understanding seldom addressed and unfortunately seriously abused.  We are more than just bodies.  We have souls.

The subjects of discretion and indiscretion need to be addressed.  The value of intimacy seems not to be treasured.   Again, unfortunately, the carnal desires have taken precedence over the need to respect and honor the purity of souls.  Yes, I am suggesting that the physical desire to be intimately involved with another MUST first filter through the emotional need to feel safe, to feel right, and free just for being totally united in caring for one another’s emotions.  Sex for sex sake destroys a real relationship where peace and joy ought to abide in both hearts.  Intimacy outside of a relationship is troublesome. Keep Reading

Marijuana?

“What lies behind us and what lies before us, are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” _Ralph Waldo Emerson

What difference would this quote have made had we read it and discussed early on in our lives?  Maybe this is an example of something that requires us to have a past.  Maybe this quote inflates the present to encourage being better in the future.

I think the present moment is the gift for being aware, for recognizing, for absorbing all that can enhance our physical, emotional, and spiritual survival.  There is no prison greater than losing control of one’s own mind.

Marijuana generates an initial sense of fear in many at the onset of using it.  That red flag is the warning.  Marijuana activates the sense of sight to see colors brighter.  That certainly must affect the nerves of the eyes.  The brain’s receptors relax.  That sense of ease causes laughter and a high that stimulates a sense of being more in touch with self.  There is more than I can say because I cannot relate to giving up my power of thinking.  In other words, I refused to smoke joints.

Marijuana triggers dangerous side effects, including the dopiness preserved to describe the users.  Why would anyone choose to join such a group?  I find it offensive to be in the company of people talking gibberish.  How could anyone choose to spend money like that even before knowing how to take care of themselves and other humans?  It is our responsibility to learn how to survive. Keep Reading

Taylor’s B-day Surprise

Reminiscing jabs my heart because it splits the distance farther from ones we cannot visit on their birthday…  However, I am instantly filled and inspired by a life so dear to have known.

No presents, no cake, no visit, just the knowing that today while the thunder bounces as the lightening dances, far away a sparkling person has a birthday.

Once in a lifetime, one meets a young lady as poised as Taylor.  She is my dearest friend’s daughter.   At a time when the clock stood still, we watched the laughter of her daughter and our sons roll like prairie grass combed by the wind in Scottsbluff, Nebraska.

Taylor held her own with a brother and all of his friends; she could jump higher than anyone on the trampoline, and no matter what the play, she stood there confidently and smiled.

She was simply capable of mingling with adults alike; she sipped tea and smiled only to blossom even more purely by having a kind disposition.

I wish her a garden of love from her beloved husband and Family.  She has made them all proud…an accomplished woman and a devoted wife, daughter, sister and sister-in-law…and aunt…

It is heavenly to have known all of you.

” If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.” __ Rumi

Somewhere in a box there are photos I could share to show the light she gave each of us.  Even after being gone, she would call as if I were her friend, and I recall her mannerly ways of caring, and of joyfully sharing her life.  I have treasured her notes, and most of all, her love.

God bless you, Taylor O’Holleran Robinson, with love… joy always… and faith…

The Bit I Know…and GREAT LENT

“Great Lent is intended to be a’workshop ‘ where the character of the believer is spiritually uplifted and strengthened; where his life is rededicated to the principles and ideals of the Gospel; where fasting and prayer culminate in deep conviction of life; where apathy and disinterest turn into vigorous activities of faith and good works. ”  __WIKIPEDIA

Even though my father was an Orthodox priest, life distanced me from the life I lived before leaving home.  The tapestry is intricately woven with stories created by choices.  We can all take responsibility for some, maybe most.  The colorful and the shadowed defining moments of our lives,  stand to deliver outcomes we revisit.  In the ancient Orthodox Church, the believers aim to obey the Sacraments, and it is daunting to explain without appearing to be on a mission to convert people to the first Christian Church.

My intent is to invite you to meet my understanding about the misunderstandings of Christianity even among Christians.  Since I am not a theologian, please excuse my seemingly shallow though heartfelt observation.  It all begins with the realization that all humans are flawed.  We love one another despite our hurtful ways that cause the chaos we certainly witness in our present society.  Despite the phenomenal technological and scientific progress, humanity is in the process of revisiting the history being denied to be taught as it truly happened even at the fall of the Roman Empire.  Humans have souls in progress and yet due to unknown forces, be they evil or good, we join together in disagreements as well as in agreements with others.  We surrender to survive.  Our minds hold the tools for our survival, and our hearts align with whatever we consciously and unconsciously choose to believe.  The concessions we make along the way through the years have all to do with our upbringing.  Therefore, parents and guardians bare a huge responsibility. Keep Reading

OUR WORDS

Our Words…

They are indeed good

For they feed us

Mentally…

Emotionally… Spiritually…

They make all the difference…

In how we perceive…

How we relate…

They express us…

I can’t get enough of the words that

Heal… Inspire… Engage…

Inspire…

Engage…Heal…

I recognize the difference they make.

I search for words that cleanse

My mind, my heart, my soul, and yours…

Words attract or dispel.

They connect and disconnect…us…

Hurtful phrases flung leave a mark.

Loving ones do too.

I know the marks.

I wish to give you only

The ones that spark a joy

In you, and yours…

Words bear their ware.

We freely gather, compare, and share.

We are the carriers of the serving trays…

The celebrants arrive to a feast that beckons response.

Will you respond ?  I too must choose the ones

with you in mind,from my heart,

in God’s Holy Spirit, always first, and

name them our words.

 

(The photographed labyrinth was constructed by a father and son just passed Lahaina on Maui…

It is designed to be walked on serenely as an exercise of becoming centered in prayer.)

Sometimes poems …emerge…  Have you written poems ?  Please let me read your comment…Thank you…

Farewell Marley

Marley was rescued from under a shed miles away.  He was starved, weak, and showed to have had a broken hip.  My two youngest adult sons spent two days trying to lure him to rescue him.  Our gentle giant son literally dragged him out from under the structure.

No one wanted a wounded animal and his hip had been hit before.  Despite his disability, he spent another two wonder filled years in our home.  He limped and after a good run, he would come in and rest his head on the hurt thigh.  Today it showed to be broken once again.   He must have been stunned.  His amber eyes closed.

Words fail me.

He spoke in a way to let us know what he wanted.  He was a gentle fellow, and a lover boy to our Anatolian Shepard, Daisy.  She is listless tonight.  She must have been near when Marley departed.  We know All Good Dogs Go to Heaven, and I spoke to her about it.

However, our youngest gentle giant dug a grave by our old shed, and he stopped and leaned on the shovel.  I asked if I could help a little.  Both of us fighting a ferocious cold, felt twice as miserable in the first warmer day.  On the lake we saw a white fog, so dense, unlike any other before.  I think Marley may have had a woof about it. Keep Reading