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Weeping for America in the Blue


In the Blue
The ink hue powders
the melancholic sense
fueled by aching hearts
who have silently refused
to embrace a fundamental
change in our beloved country…
We gave room for all to be whoever
they wished ’till our wishes vanished…
The beauty we once knew to be right…
became thwarted, ridiculed, and denied…
Politicians in power disempowered our rights.
We, the people in America have been duped.
One of our very own separated, and divided us from
our core– designed to create chaos–by a Book of Rules.
I am in the blue about community organizers in sink to sink our nation.
I am in the blue for the Saul Alinsky followers among us set to enslave.
I am in the blue for the mass of uneducated children, men, and women.
I am in the blue for the police force disrespected for keeping law and order.
I am in the blue for the shameless lies ignorantly overlooked and accepted.
I am in the blue for the mass of pawns bated, bribed into lawless corruption.
I am in the blue for the lack of understanding about earning and financing…
I am in the blue for the unmotivated, the uninspired, and void of a work ethic…
I am in the blue for all who delve in pornography, recreational drugs, and sin…
I am in the blue for trust, love, joy, hope, peace, and truth…the nobility we need.
I am in the blue for our Lord who gave us the Prayer to God now denied to be recited.
I am in the blue for the fundamental differences we’ll face when citizens and illegals vote…
I am in the blue for our national anthem, our flag, our soldiers and veterans…
I am in the blue for humans who question whose lives matter and destroy…
I am in the blue for us who live from pay check to pay check and still volunteer…

We, the people, as humans, fall short of God’s grace, and this is my blue bouquet
Delivered from the lectern of my heart in gratitude for all that really matters…
The difference in knowing the truth from the untruth is vast; one will set us free…

Nicoleta I. Neagoy © 10-10-2016

Go With God

Upon college graduation in Cambridge Springs, Pennsylvania. It is nice to discover through adult eyes my parents’ pride.

I was born in Brazil in 1949 to immigrant parents from Europe who sought refuge to escape the Iron Curtain.  Portuguese was my second language  and as I recall looking up at the marvelous bluest of skies from the whitest of sand covered beaches, ” Vai com Deus” filters through my bones still.

It means, go with God.  That phrase remains in my heart like a prayer.

The beauty of languages in different nations is yet another God given gift to all mankind.  It is in communicating with one another that we grow in this spectacular planet.  Oh, how I wish oppression did not exist.  How did it ever get started and how many more years before humans unite for God in peace, atone for personal wrongs, and agree to live in peace by obedience to  the Ten Commandments?  Our time is a blink’s time to God.  In our time, the holiness  is elusive because we are limited.  Limits are personal.  They are the barriers we scale to overcome the block. Keep Reading

To Be Worthy of His Kingdom

” The fruit of our placing all things in His hands is the presence of His abiding peace in our hearts.”
_ Hannah Whitall Smith

I think I have always thought all of us all over the world were and are worthy of God’s kingdom through our free will to choose good over evil.  We don’t always know but once seeking to be aware we find ourselves at a new entrance.

There is no question about right and wrong, good or evil.

When we choose to analyze thoughts we have, we know  the truth.  We can be tripped by the devil to sin, to make mistakes certainly by taking risky chances.  We falter and we understand how others do because we have too.  We forgive and overlook for a whole lot of reasons.  Sometimes we don’t.  Human nature is like that.

Yet, our hearts’ arms spread up toward the sun’s rays, and we begin to bloom from inside.  That blossom is the one receiving the blessings ready to pass them on to others.

I have heard questions regarding people’s worth and understand the jewel in being worthy, being noble, having the merit.  Outstanding humans all over the world without a line to acclaim their worthiness, model noble lives as if already in God’s Holy Kingdom. Keep Reading

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

To Be Patient Is to Be at Peace

The calm before the storm is said to be ominous yet I always long for the calm I associate with patience and peace.  Things turn out better when done calmly.

Today…in about forty-five minutes, I will ring a bell at home in memory of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I am holding down the little girl ready to leave the scene…I remember that day…My mother is standing on the left.

I am always saddened by the conversations fueling a battle no one ought to be fighting.  God has created us differently.  Our physical characteristics don’t determine our characters.  The development of who we become as persons stands to be best understood by our Maker.  I wish we could appreciate our differences, even as men and women.

I was born and raised in Brazil, and my father worked in Mato Grosso measuring the land along with a team of men accustomed to the terrain.  My mother and I also lived in the compound as I can best describe it.  We were side by side with men, women, and children of Portuguese origin and mostly black folks.  I wrote a piece years ago that I will publish another time.  The truth is I did not hear of racism until I came to the United States of America at the age of fourteen.  It seemed so strange to hear people talk about the Civil War, Yankees, and racism.  It is as my parents explained it back then an attack on skin color as antisemitism is against the Jewish folk.   I listened and learned as much as I could along with speaking English, my fourth new language. Keep Reading

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At Ho’okipa Beach, the mecca for surfers’ delight where tide pools like this one caress the less brave. Monk Seals are known to sun themselves and turtles abide aside the black lava rocks. I love the heart.

“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.

As Palm Sunday is celebrated, I look from the Hemphill, Texas, woodsy area to the sky for inspiration, and the garden welcomed my visit. Keep Reading

One’s Endurance: a Grateful Immigrant’s Story

Sometimes the “A HA!” moment comes in a quote:

”  Let yourself silently be drawn by the strange pull of what you really love.  It will not lead you astray.” _Rumi

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have been the sun!” _Emily Dickenson

One’s endurance is measured by the breadths taken day and night to survive rejection.  It is inexplicable to the unbeliever because the life of faith delivers an ever restoring, flowing Holy Spirit.  Without it, I could not have arrived at this moment in time.

I can count my encouragers.  Who are yours?

In this abundantly planted orchard of life, the fruits ripen to be chosen rather than discarded.  In today’s bowl, endurance is at the center; it has an old flavor recognizable for its ancient characteristics.  Its value is as long as the beginning of each day is observed.  It is delightful to the soul, gentle in texture and borders  on honey for sweetness.

I remember the aches clinging to my joints as I gathered a handful of acrylic paints, three preferred brushes, and a trusty folded stool to take along to the gate waiting as a blank canvas on a palette ready to receive the very Spirit in me.  It is in this laboriously searching to create a vessel to renew the luster of words written to welcome each soul that I found respite, consolation, and determination to honor a church whose people chose to invite my father to be their priest.painted in the far away right side…I wish I had taken a close up.  There is a squirrel with a bushy tail in the lower left and two bobolinks in the tree, North American migratory blackbirds.

I used my father’s magnifying glass to see “the onion” church so dubbed because of the shape of its steeple.  It is barely visible.  It is painted in the far away right side…I wish I had taken a close up shot.  There is a squirrel with a bushy tail in the lower left and two bobolinks in the tree, North American migratory blackbirds.  Go figure. Keep Reading

You Are a Star

How would I know?  Have you looked at the sky at night to see the miracle of sparkling  stars?  Near and far and some like dots still giving a light.  The sky can be seen all around the world; the stars shine just as bright.  They mesmerize the eyes to deliver the heart a silent note of comfort sparkling like diamonds.  In our immediate world, we can look up and recognize the shapes if we were to connect them as dot to dots.  I wish we could travel around the globe to capture the stars from as many points as possible.

“The sky can never have too many stars; there is room for everyone to shine, including you.”_ NIN

The truth is the sky can never have too many stars.  The world can never have too many sparkling souls.  They are the ones whose dignity rises to shine.  You are a star.  The light within you yearns to light the way.  Circumstances differ for each unique soul to fulfill a best possible purpose.  Along the way many good deeds are done and none is ever too small.  No good deed is ever overlooked as that is when the beam of light shines brightest.  Humbly accept your lot of being star shine daily.  There is an immense need that only you can fulfill.

To recognize it in ourselves, we often look and see the light in others.  It means we see more clearly.  Lights merge.  It is the light within that seeks to merge with the light of others.  It is when we recognize the sparkle of each soul that our spiritual energy beams a welcoming strength of calm.  Anyone in that state of being sees the light’s potential.  Even though these words may challenge the reality we live in, they are the words I have to offer as a means of inviting all to give each star a chance to shine, including yours.  It should be of no discomfort to discover its yearning to be bright, brighter, and even brightest. Keep Reading

Forgiveness Hand in Hand with Love

“Forgiveness is the fragrance

the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ” _Mark Twain

How did this quote become an old friend’s favorite?  Sometimes a quote

speaks to a wound.  The salve borders on the divine because to for-give

is what we need to yield  in order to avoid collision in our hearts.

The Course in Miracles states “Forgiveness is the key to happiness.”

With these two quotes in mind, one may actually step into those comfortable shoes to avoid blisters and the discomfort thereafter.  This reminds me of the benefit of using Vaseline on the feet before sliding them into socks and sneakers.  It is a way of avoiding blisters.

The heart too can be worn down.  The Vaseline prevention of blisters to the feet can be equated to the thoughts that empower to appease irresponsible blows that literally cause damage. Keep Reading

In My Heart

In my heart (and yours too) abides a longing for the ultimate good.  It was in the quiet afternoons when I could get away from the ever present mundane tasks, that I dared to retreat with a quote in honor of the day, for the sake of marking it as important, and mostly because its outpour could not last in my pocket.  My heart needed to live in acrylics, had to express in paint the gratitude for the time, place, and peace born within the compounds of the words.  That’s how the gates sobered the peace beyond my understanding.

Somehow the signs continued miraculously appear…  A visit inspired activity blossomed in the heart of a pineapple for me to share…

 

“i carry your heart with me ( carry it in my heart)….

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

( here is the rotor the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of a tree called life:which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart ( i carry it in my heart)

__e.e. cummings

 

It was a time to come home for healing and Daniel, the oldest of four, came to harvest a pineapple from our garden.  Sometimes words fail us to have a salve to a problem, and that’s when doing the right possible thing leaves us refreshed…

To grow a pineapple, all one needs to do is slice the crown and place it in water for a few days to see the roots evolving.  Then it’s about putting it in ground and watering it to give it hope to thrive, just like humans…  The length of time may surprise you…  So much depends upon the weather…  and the sun does make a difference…  Maybe that’s where the warmth sweetens the juice.  They say the smaller ones are sweeter.  I seldom had one that wasn’t and some were even bigger.  Go figure.

 

 Daniel had called to say he was coming and I remembered him saying he was standing by the edge of a river near Hailley, Idaho.  In Sun Valley is where he first set his heart to learn the practice of being an adult.  What ?  I’m still working at it !
We unfold chapter by chapter…

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