This is sad. In a world that's falling down, where we ordinary peacemakers struggle to keep some semblance of humanity in daily life, even if just common courtesy, a large so called Christian group has nothing better to do than call for a boycott of the American TV show "Dancing With the Stars."
Because of the show's inclusion of Chaz Bono, Cher's daughter turned endearing son, and Carson Kressely, a fabulously sweet gay man, onemillionmomsdotcom is reported as saying, "Christians should not watch the show, no excuses." (if you do, they'll smack you in the crotch with a ruler, i imagine...)
(and anyway, these kinds of persnickety "Christians" should already SO NOT be watching that skimpily costumed, lust inducing show...)
Chaz Bono and Carson Kressely have the same heart, soul, mind, humanity, intelligence, as any of us, and probably MORE compassion, considering the hate they face, and the arduous struggle endured to become who they are.
Our teacher said, Do not judge. Our teacher went about doing good. Our teacher brought life, light and hope. The only ones he judged were the religious types, NEVER the common person. Remember Mary Magdalene?
Stop showing us what you are against, and start showing us your LOVE. Perhaps then, more will believe.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Trouble Comes When...
Trouble comes when the mind runs ahead of the soul. The soul is patient, gentle, orderly, methodical. The mind is a whirlwind. Yes, at times the soul flits and flies, grasping bits of beauty in the air, but mostly the soul is a quietly flowing stream.
To wait for the soul makes the mind impatient. Yet if we can train the mind to accompany the rhythm of the soul there will be harmony, and together we will create greatness.
Dear readers, what say you? How do we slow our minds?
To wait for the soul makes the mind impatient. Yet if we can train the mind to accompany the rhythm of the soul there will be harmony, and together we will create greatness.
Dear readers, what say you? How do we slow our minds?
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Life is Not a Problem!
Lately, with the state of the world, construction noise on our apartment house (and perhaps Uranus retrograde!?), I have been having a harder time keeping my mind from fear and stress.
In answer to my pain my Wise Self says:
LIFE IS NOT A PROBLEM TO BE SOLVED, BUT AN ADVENTURE TO BE LIVED.
What, dear readers, makes you feel more alive, more adventurous?
In answer to my pain my Wise Self says:
LIFE IS NOT A PROBLEM TO BE SOLVED, BUT AN ADVENTURE TO BE LIVED.
What, dear readers, makes you feel more alive, more adventurous?
Thursday, July 7, 2011
What Would You Have This Child You Love To Know?
A woman walks down the street carrying a jug of water.
Her mind is troubled by things occurring to her
and by things happening on earth.
An angel says to God,
What would you have this child you love to know?
And God says,
I would wish this child I love to be thankful for the good, clean water in her hands.
I would wish her to feel the cool breeze, and know it is my breath.
That each person she passes has a sun, moon, and star inside,
just as the sun, moon, and star within herself.
I would wish this child I love not to think about problems,
but to fill her mind with beauty, hope, and peace.
To see the flowers and butterflies, the shadows of trees, the flight of birds.
I would wish her to hear the song of birds,
and know it is my voice.
To smell the jasmine in the air,
and know it's my perfume.
To see the sky
and know that all is well.
To breathe,
and know that breath is grace.
Star Saint Claire 7/7/11, San Diego, CA
Her mind is troubled by things occurring to her
and by things happening on earth.
An angel says to God,
What would you have this child you love to know?
And God says,
I would wish this child I love to be thankful for the good, clean water in her hands.
I would wish her to feel the cool breeze, and know it is my breath.
That each person she passes has a sun, moon, and star inside,
just as the sun, moon, and star within herself.
I would wish this child I love not to think about problems,
but to fill her mind with beauty, hope, and peace.
To see the flowers and butterflies, the shadows of trees, the flight of birds.
I would wish her to hear the song of birds,
and know it is my voice.
To smell the jasmine in the air,
and know it's my perfume.
To see the sky
and know that all is well.
To breathe,
and know that breath is grace.
Star Saint Claire 7/7/11, San Diego, CA
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Balancing Act
A bird flies from the ground to a small branch, and lands.
The branch wobbles. Whoa, thinks the bird, maybe I made a mistake.
Then he finds his balance. The bird looks around, content.
He begins to sing.
The twig shakes again. So he stops.
The bird sees something in the grass, and dives down.
The grass is as tall as trees. He can't see past it.
But he can eat.
Everything, the flying, the eating, even the balancing, seems like hard work.
Only in brief moments is he perfectly balanced.
We may not always be balanced.
But we are always who we are - a person, or a bird.
Star Saint Claire, May, 2011, San Diego
The branch wobbles. Whoa, thinks the bird, maybe I made a mistake.
Then he finds his balance. The bird looks around, content.
He begins to sing.
The twig shakes again. So he stops.
The bird sees something in the grass, and dives down.
The grass is as tall as trees. He can't see past it.
But he can eat.
Everything, the flying, the eating, even the balancing, seems like hard work.
Only in brief moments is he perfectly balanced.
We may not always be balanced.
But we are always who we are - a person, or a bird.
Star Saint Claire, May, 2011, San Diego
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The Sky is Blue?
The sky is blue. it seems incontrovertible. yet. one could say with equal authority the sky is gray. white. orange. depending on the weather and the time of day, right? shall we disagree about this and kill one another over it? i think not.
maybe we can agree on this: the sky is the sky. the sky is.
and what of God? so many pretending to know, convinced they know, who he likes and who he hates and what he is and how and where. if we disagree, shall we kill one another over the color of God? the name of God?
maybe we can agree. God is God. God is good. God is.
as a peacemaker i am so weary of the fighting, the wars, the arguments, the opinions, the ideology some are willing to kill for. i feel like giving up. what will happen if all the peacemakers give up?
just now i feel qite zen about this. even if i give up, the sky will still be the sky. and God will still be God.
maybe we can agree on this: the sky is the sky. the sky is.
and what of God? so many pretending to know, convinced they know, who he likes and who he hates and what he is and how and where. if we disagree, shall we kill one another over the color of God? the name of God?
maybe we can agree. God is God. God is good. God is.
as a peacemaker i am so weary of the fighting, the wars, the arguments, the opinions, the ideology some are willing to kill for. i feel like giving up. what will happen if all the peacemakers give up?
just now i feel qite zen about this. even if i give up, the sky will still be the sky. and God will still be God.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Please Pray For A Young Girl
The Why Of Where We Are
Our apartment is sweet, but tiny. We have tried (and prayed) to move elsewhere without success. I finally accepted that if God has us here, it must be for a good reason...
Earlier today I suddenly remembered that if I didn't send my mum-in-law's Easter card, it would be late. So I walked to the neighborhood mailbox, smelling yellow flowers along the way, such a delicate scent as to be almost indiscernible. And I thought about delicate things, and how each is powerful in its own way.
The mail had already gone. If I had known that, I thought, I would have taken it to a different box.
On a whim, I took a different route home. A ways down the street a little dog, a young man, and a young woman stood in a doorway. Another young woman sat weeping on the stairs. I passed by. But then I stopped. Should I go back, or not? I went back. The man and dog were gone. But the young woman was crying even harder and louder. She had left the steps, and was now standing with her face pressed up against the door. Her friend was trying to comfort her.
I said I was sorry to impose, but just could not pass by when someone was crying so hard. She couldn't take it, she said. Her boyfriend had left. She had tried, or maybe wanted to try, to kill herself. I said that every single person with any kind of heart has felt that pain at some time. I told her it is okay to feel deep pain, but it is not okay to punish ourselves for what someone else did. I told her she must promise to tell her friends whenever she feels suicidal. She promised.
Her friend assured me they would be all right. Maybe I didn't do enough. I never saw her face, or asked her name. All I know is she is thin, young and has long shiny brown hair. Please pray for her.
Our apartment is sweet, but tiny. We have tried (and prayed) to move elsewhere without success. I finally accepted that if God has us here, it must be for a good reason...
Earlier today I suddenly remembered that if I didn't send my mum-in-law's Easter card, it would be late. So I walked to the neighborhood mailbox, smelling yellow flowers along the way, such a delicate scent as to be almost indiscernible. And I thought about delicate things, and how each is powerful in its own way.
The mail had already gone. If I had known that, I thought, I would have taken it to a different box.
On a whim, I took a different route home. A ways down the street a little dog, a young man, and a young woman stood in a doorway. Another young woman sat weeping on the stairs. I passed by. But then I stopped. Should I go back, or not? I went back. The man and dog were gone. But the young woman was crying even harder and louder. She had left the steps, and was now standing with her face pressed up against the door. Her friend was trying to comfort her.
I said I was sorry to impose, but just could not pass by when someone was crying so hard. She couldn't take it, she said. Her boyfriend had left. She had tried, or maybe wanted to try, to kill herself. I said that every single person with any kind of heart has felt that pain at some time. I told her it is okay to feel deep pain, but it is not okay to punish ourselves for what someone else did. I told her she must promise to tell her friends whenever she feels suicidal. She promised.
Her friend assured me they would be all right. Maybe I didn't do enough. I never saw her face, or asked her name. All I know is she is thin, young and has long shiny brown hair. Please pray for her.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Know Thyself - The Cube Game
My dear friend Shell, in Taos, taught me this game in the spring sunlight on the flowered patio at the Adobe Inn (hi, Adobe Inmates!) where we lived and breathed, briefly and beautifully, side by side in tiny heart-shaped spaces...(the best/blessed neighbors, ever.) The Cube Game: In a flat desert space... Imagine a cube. Imagine a storm. Imagine a ladder. Imagine a horse. Imagine flowers. Now that you have a picture, and the placement of the objects, here is the interpretation: The cube is your self. The storm is your future. The ladder represents friends. The horse is your lover. The flowers are children. My cube was a floating, transparent box with an open top and one black side. It was surrounded by a feeling of timelessness. What was yours? P. S. Self awareness inspires love of self, which inspires love of others, and love of Good. We all need awareness desperately just now with the world in such chaos. And that is why I shared the cube game...We are all works of art.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Tsunami on the Blue Planet
The waves even reached us here in San Diego. Under a Tsunami watch all day. The Blue Planet, shining like a tear in God's eye.
Such a powerful earthquake that the earth's axis actually shifted ten centimeters... ironically, the measure of space opening in a woman before a baby is born. What is the Earth birthing?
The ocean, and the oceans of tears, connect us all...
Such a powerful earthquake that the earth's axis actually shifted ten centimeters... ironically, the measure of space opening in a woman before a baby is born. What is the Earth birthing?
The ocean, and the oceans of tears, connect us all...
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Invasion of Love (conclusion)
(continued from previous three posts)
How can you be so sure they'll be human? I asked.
Because we're all human, Kel insisted. All made in the image of God! No frog-people, no aliens. Just beautiful, tangible daughters of Eve. Plump and ripe as fruit, man!
He leaned back, hands behind head, dreaming. A nightbird called from the edge of the forest, lonely. I shivered. We hadn't laid eyes on a living breathing girl our own ages since the fifth grade.
So when do we leave? I joked.
Just as soon as we believe it, man. Think positive! We'll ride the milky way like cowboys ride horses, he said. Slide down that path of light like its a river or an avalanche - ride in like heroes, man, like heroes! Just think!
We gazed at the Blue Planet, solitary, shining like a tear in God's eye. And it did seem ripe for invasion. An invasion of love.
THE END
How can you be so sure they'll be human? I asked.
Because we're all human, Kel insisted. All made in the image of God! No frog-people, no aliens. Just beautiful, tangible daughters of Eve. Plump and ripe as fruit, man!
He leaned back, hands behind head, dreaming. A nightbird called from the edge of the forest, lonely. I shivered. We hadn't laid eyes on a living breathing girl our own ages since the fifth grade.
So when do we leave? I joked.
Just as soon as we believe it, man. Think positive! We'll ride the milky way like cowboys ride horses, he said. Slide down that path of light like its a river or an avalanche - ride in like heroes, man, like heroes! Just think!
We gazed at the Blue Planet, solitary, shining like a tear in God's eye. And it did seem ripe for invasion. An invasion of love.
THE END
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