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Inspiring Company

HOPE is an acronym…
Help
Other
People
Evolve…

We are truly inspired by the good company we keep.

The giving of ourselves to others can inspire them to become inspiration for others.

That is exactly why teachers hold the torch for the future of men and women who will eventually design the path taken by their children…

Be not ensnared in despair by keeping company with those who mislead anyone into an undesirable reality…  To get out of there is to take one step forward and then another, and another and on and on..

The mind that welcomes God in a prayer of thanks giving for the new day, the fresh air, the clear dew drops, and even hot tears that speak of a silent, wounded heart, can find the way to survive because He hears the plea.  His peace arrives as a light to show a path of wholeness, fulfillment, and certainly joy.

On Easter Day the praise for Jesus’ resurrection is proclaimed in Alleluias…  Witnesses of His return to life were the candles burning that have lit ours on the table or the altar, all in awe, still looking up to say, “Oh, my God, dear Lord, How Great Thou Art.” 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

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 !
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Annabeth the Preacher’s Daughter

Defining moments in our lives are carved in the air to stand as tall as statues.  They are the pillars in our gardens.  They remind us of who we became because of them.  They call to us in spirit when we have nowhere else to go, and their friendship never ends.  Each conversation is a beginning.  Each farewell reassures a reunion.  It is an ever flowing stream.

Friends have a voice that when heard it’s a song.  We can dance to its beat because we know it.  We are at ease.  Annabeth Miguel Sayles sat at the school’s office on the first day of her new job, answering the phone, looking through papers, and wearing a smile with an uncertain confidence.  She was the lone warrior at Horizon’s Academy in Haiku, and many were glad she could muster what it took to do the job so sorely needed to be fulfilled.  She looked like a Precious Moments Angel figurine.

She took to the helm ever so grateful to make do as a widow, a Mom of two adult children, and a grandma of three.  As I recall, there had been a shift in administration.  She amazingly orchestrated all that was needed even in delivering successful fundraisers held on a golf course on the West Maui Mountains in a building designed by Frank Lloyd Wright for Marilyn Monroe.  Getting along with everybody that came along required composure, tenacity, and a sense of humor.  Parents, teachers, administrators, aids, and students all passed by her and needed her for this or that, and she answered and took care to see that all was done and completed.  She stayed long hours.  Her elegance was prime.

In the midst of school functions, we discovered in conversation a mutual torch: being preachers’ daughters.  I think we both said simultaneously now that is funny !  Something about her natural beauty, her stately humility, her steadfast faith, her sincere devotion to family, her admirable strength of spirit, her common sense, and her discreet attention to the needs of others, set her apart. Her character qualities are imprinted on a solid marble like presence in attendance in my life.  The details of cruelties she endured are locked in a room of confessions in the heart of hearts.  We got it from our fathers who prayed to Our Father.  We were cemented. Keep Reading

Heartfelt Words

Heartfelt Words

Words in every language are interconnected with spirit.  They are after all the means of communication.  Like a parcel mailed to be delivered, they must be willingly accepted and open for recognition.  Understanding is desired.  The connection is to embrace the message and be delightfully moved, deeply comforted, and/or informed.  I take them to heart.

In the midst of one of life’s painful nightmares as a parent, I was en route back home from seeing one of my four sons staying at a rehab, and the wait at the airport was prolonged by numerous problematic glitches beyond my control.  The irony pulled me and pushed me and I suddenly gave in.  I wept.  I pulled myself together as the announcement was made to be boarded. I remember the weight of each step in the isle and wished to be seated fast to look out the window.  However, soon I was nudged to see a tall, slender, young black man holding a small pizza box.  Yes, he sat in the middle seat holding the treasured pepperoni pie drenched in sauce and mozzarella.  If it hadn’t been my favorite, the story would not have unfolded.

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