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To Pray or Not ToPray

Within us all a small voice makes giant strides in every decision of our lives.  That inner voice seems to be a guiding light which appears with our unknowing until the knowing of it takes a stand.  We  call it many names.  We acknowledge it as our gut feeling or a precise rational opinion that even if marred, we hold to be our own and rightful pace.  As humans, we mess up, and I think mostly unknowingly.

We are plagued with concerns weaved in desires, needs, and cultural leanings.  To be comfortable seems to be natural.  To have a wishful desire fulfilled seems delightful.  To be surrounded by the security of like mindedness seems like a no brainer for peace of mind.  Yet, despite the leveling of the three, a missing continues and we are pressed with fears.

I think about these matters and have sought to read the writings of others for the comfort of understanding to be free of the plague of concerns. Keep Reading

Dear First Lady Melania Trump: How Flexible Do We Need To Be?

” Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love never fails.”
_1 Corinthians 13:7-8

 

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.

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To Be Unburdened

A collage of my cousin Adriana, her daughter, Monica, and her husband, Dan.  I love them.

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.

“When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and AH! let the soul emerge.” _Rumi  Keep Reading

Be Organized and Clutter Free !

No matter what needs to be done, it must begin at the start or one has to retrace to get it done right.  That is precisely why being orderly helps and before I get going, let me introduce you to Monika Kristofferson who kindly says, ” You don’t have to be perfect to be organized.”…  HA! ( as my oldest son Daniel often responds), that is encouraging.

I certainly prefer orderliness and remember cleaning up drawers and closets for friends of long ago, and now, every once in a while, I think about doing my own.

I tend to lean on making excuses to slowly reach the fork junction that stops me on my tracks, oh, where, where did I put that ?  I bet you know what I’m talking about!  Well, here is another hands up with a solution:

“A place for everything and everything in its place.” _Samuel Smiles, Thrift

That seems reasonable yet scattered brain activities hinder the process, and I have been told once, twice and more than I would like to remember ” it’s a guy thing to be disorderly.”…  Somewhere I read and have passed it on though I’m not sure my voice was loud enough to be heard and maybe I lost my clout for having let it slide for too long…

Whatever…   Like things with like things seems to be the start of making order.  Books with books, papers with papers, change with change in a jar or a tin, t-shirts with t-shirts, cups with cups, etc…  I think it proper to give a teenager a good looking trash can for the things that need to be discarded. Keep Reading

To Be Just for a Day and Thereafter

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.

” May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face shine upon us.”
_Psalm 67:1

“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. Keep Reading

Come, BECOME Alphabetically Savvy

Have you persistently sought to seek  understanding, self-improvement, and a way to serve purposely day by day?  It’s been my blustery bug for decades.  Not long ago, I came upon a prayer I wrote to God.  Maybe I’ll share it someday, not now.  There is beauty, truth, and love to be harvested for you.  To desire to be better is a personal endeavor.  To be tempted to err calls for immediate discernment, and I believe every human can step up to lead a noble life.

When and how does one learn the alphabet?  Can it be any more valuable than to gift a Webster’s Dictionary?  I think not.  In full disclosure, I must admit a deep love of learning.  Years and years ago, and I purchased a book about Mr. Webster.  Today there is one entitled Noah Webster: The Life and Times of an American Patriot, by Harlow Giles Unger.  Who would have known what I am about to tell you next?  Life is full of wonderful surprises.  When we yearn for the good, the better, or even the best, God’s Universe conspires to bring things about.  I have been blessed.  Read on.

I must tell you once again about my friend Pauline Garron.  I smile to  think of how her beloved, departed husband said, “I don’t know how you gave up your maiden name ‘Webster’ for Garron.”  Oh, it was love and it still is love, that’s how; are you smiling?  I think it splendorous to have been born with such a name.

The Webster’s dictionary’s friendship has doubled its value.  The alphabet challenge is ahead. Keep Reading

The Green In Us

Are we not seeds?  “Me thinks we are”…

Then why do we battle?  Are we harvested to quarrel?  “No, me thinks not.”

Can we agree there is a green in us?  “Me thinks that is brilliantly so.”

The green in us needs to be taught, and when better than on St. Patrick’s Day ?  He was born in England and taken by the invading Irish as a slave.  He was just sixteen.  Could we have survived it?  For six years he lived mostly outdoors as a shepherd; he was sorely underfed, ill-clothed, mistreated to despair yet the gold in him sparked.  He turned to the God he had previously scoffed.  The story is filled with nuances too dear to ignore.  Even though it was known to the Romans that Ireland had no snakes centuries before, St. Patrick is said to have been the one to run them off the island.  His prayers were answered as he escaped, and returned to Britain.  He then studied in France for the priesthood, and later had a dream that led him back to Ireland.  How many of us take heed of our dreams?  He converted the Irish to Christianity.  Thus, metaphorically, he is said to have rid Ireland of snakes…. 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

Knot Doll: My Story

This is my story of how I set out to give birth to the knot doll.

(K)not all wounds are so obvious….Walk gently in the lives of others…

My Symptoms were my normal–the ankle twists,rare loss of balance followed by falls, the awareness of the effort needed to get all that was explained in a conversation,the dizziness unveiling upcoming weather changes, the ache behind my eyes, the waking tired, the sadness, and the one time complete paralysis for a few minutes.  I was single and alone and don’t know for certain how long it lasted.  I made my way to the telephone to call in sick.  I could not join the car pool.  My classrooms would never know.  I kept the incident a super secret.

I walked into a door and gave myself a black eye.  I wore sunglasses to class and they conjured up a plan to wear theirs the next day.  We were in Hollywood back in the woods of Maplewood High School in Guys Mills, Pennsylvania.  I had run into a pole when I was in High School a few years before and managed to break my nose.  Such klutzy incidents may have been clues.

An only child learns how to manage certain crisis unattended.  I thank God my parents modeled praying before and after meals, crossing themselves upon leaving and arriving anywhere, and when passing a place of worship.  Though I would try to dismiss their habits, I noticed years later, I asked out loud sometimes “God help me”.   He did and has, and I still ask.

That is my story.  My Symptoms were there all along for decades.  Five years ago, after a strange fall caused by a twist of an ankle and loss of balance, the egg sized lump on my head grew large and was painful.   From the CT scan to the MRI, a lot was supposed to have been wrong with me–from mini strokes to multiple brain tumors.  I observed the conversations unattached.  I absorbed the unfolding of opinions as if shopping for necessary items to line a cupboard of life going forward.  At last the diagnosis was MS.  I didn’t understand much about it, and decided I could learn more on my own time and speed.

I realized immediately I did not need the two bladder surgeries that were atrocious.  It is amazing how one can survive unnecessary glitches.  Again, I was thankful to my long departed parents for reassuring me and others to lean on prayer.  I did and do.  Being centered quietly in prayer kept me calm through times of stress and disillusionment. 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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