Prayer

Tears of surrender, heads bowed in prayer, the sunlight making jewels from each delicate droplet. We are all connected, flora, fauna and human beings. But there are challenges, once an intellect is involved.

Suffering? Inevitable. Insight? There for the asking. Gratitude? Oh yes, indeed! Break open my heart and let divine love prevail!

God bless us, every one, as we navigate our hours, days and years on this earth, in this wondrous universe.

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Football, the religion

One photo led me to this amazing photo essay. What a beautiful way to start my day! I’ll let Tony Burn and his camera tell the story. Enjoy!

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Most Buddhist people in Myanmar spend at least a part of their life in a monastery and adopt a disciplined lifestyle, learning the teachings of Buddhism as part of their faith and for spiritual credit. Practicing monks are expected to get by with the the minimum of possessions, but it’s fair to say that most monasteries have a football lying around. Once classes are over for the day, the ball comes out and it’s time to dream about being the next Messi or Ronaldo. I spent some time traveling around the country in 2013 and decided to shoot this as a photo essay.

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Let Me See

When I find myself in times of sadness,
The quiet mind brings tears to me.
I’m waiting for the lesson,
Let me see…

And though we may be parted,
In so many ways, you’re here with me.
Help my through my sorrow,
Set me free…

Let me see,
Set me free.
Let me see,
Set me free.

There’s wholeness deep within me.
Let me see.

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(Thanks, PM.)

For Myself

I can’t take care of

You

Anymore.

My wounds are bleeding and

I need to care for

Myself.

Somebody

All I need is to love

somebody

who’s not busy loving somebody else.

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It Bears Repeating

I’ve got nasty habits. And The Zombies know it.

Maggie Wilson Author

Take 3In my late twenties, my infatuation with Buster Keaton was full-blown. Several TV channels ran his movies and biographies. I taped them all. I read everything I could find in print. Of all the material that I read, what I call his “rule of three” stuck out the most.

Basically, as best as I can recall, he approached his movie making thus:

  • First take, to rehearse the scene.
  • Second take, to refine and tweak.
  • Third take, to nail it!

It worked for him, and it made sense to me.

So much so, that ten years later I referred to it while studying Behaviour Modification. The prof asked the class, “Any guesses how many trials are required before a new task is learned?”

My hand shot up, “Oh! I know, I know! Pick me, ask me!” [eye roll:this is me almost 40 years old]

“Three!” I beamed.

She just smiled. Apparently, I missed the mark…

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Love Interruption

The State of Our Union

As a citizen of  the United States, I’m surrounded by so much ideological bullying that I no longer watch the news, nor tune into cable stations that focus on modern politics or the state of our union. I carefully source my news from the internet and my local newspapers. I’ve chosen to do so in order to be informed of the events and issues that concern and affect me, while avoiding the rants and ravings of the tea party conservatives and members of the religious right whose rhetoric makes my blood boil and my feminist heart break.

Hope for a positive change in our national consciousness accompanied the inauguration of President Obama. This optimistic expectation has evaporated into thin air. Tragically, Obama’s election has brought every bigot, racist and narrow-minded man and women out into the open, be it through social media, reality TV or local “man-on-the-street” interviews, where they proudly proclaim the truth, as they see it. I’m especially infuriated by those who latch on to a catchy, politically charged phrase they’ve heard and gleefully repeat it ad nauseam, without a moment’s worth of fact-checking.

Besides our president, women are fair game.  When I say they’ re repeatedly hit below the belt, it’s not only a figure of speech, it’s where women are targeted most frequently. The words hateful men spit in our direction are obscene. The rules self-righteous religious leaders concoct are demeaning. The women who stand by these men, who are their husbands, in some cases, cause me particular distress. Do they worship a god who would debase them? Is self-loathing their excuse? And, while we’re on the subject, do they refrain from using contraceptives?

The call to arms is at fever’s pitch, now. Ban our abortions, murder our doctors, insist on ultrasounds, take away our contraceptives, limit our healthcare, all in the name of God. Strip us of our dignity and our rights, rights won with the real blood, sweat and tears of those who fought for what should have been ours, from the day the first male child emerged from his mother’s womb.

It’s a tragic era in America’s history, to be sure. And what makes it worse is that so many people don’t even know what’s happening, nor do they seem to care.

Carry On

God bless the sensitive people,
The artists, the writers, the creators
And anyone who feels, too often,
That it’s impossible to carry on.

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Pro Voice

How many days and years,
centuries and eras
will ultimately pass,
before it’s safe to use our voice?

How many battles and insults,
warnings and judgments
will we need to endure,
before we realize we have a choice?

How many preachers and players,
misogynists and mama’s boys
will brazenly insult us,
before we drown out their noise?

How many mothers and daughters,
sisters and lovers
will continue to fight,
until there’s a reason to rejoice?

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