Monthly Archives: January 2013
Keep on Trying for Higher Ground
Another shooting. Another school campus became a place of terror for our children. My daughter is a teacher and she is in a poor county in a Southern State. Lockdown is a frequent occurrence. My grandson is in college and they had a lockdown because a guy came on campus with a gun. There have been four school shootings since Newton.
We can pray, love, be compassionate, however, we need to do more. We need to teach our children how to live ethically. We need to be good positive role models for a non-violent life. We need to teach our children to forgive, love, and accept people as they are, blessed children of God. We need to put hatred and violence aside.
Will it take armed guards at schools to keep our children safe? I am of mixed feelings about this. My heart screams no but I realize what our teachers and school employees go through every day. It isn’t good. This daily danger may very well influence our best teachers to find other, safer, occupations. I believe we need to discuss the subject and leave the NRA out of our decisions. What is the best way to go?
I invite people to discuss how you feel about this subject. I am not talking about hunters or the person who keeps one gun for safety, but why do people need eighteen guns and 60 rounds of ammo? I don’t understand that. So please, let’s talk about this. It is a vital part of our American agenda.
Britain has strict gun laws and have had only 51 gun related deaths in 2010, compared to 11,078 in the U.S. This is amazing to me and I think it is something to add to the discussion. How did they do it and make it work? So I invite my British readers to give insight from your point of view also. May we be able to end this horrible violence and put our eyes on the Divinity in this life. I am grateful for everyone who responds.
It is Inauguration Day and Martin Luther King Jr. Day
Oath of Office
Equality for all
And nothing will stop the children
My first Presidential inauguration was JFK. I couldn’t help thinking about him today along with Martin Luther King Jr. So much history. Today, I can only quote President Barak H. Obama.
“God bless the United States of America.”
Words from our first lady.
Mama why aren’t you here ?
Why don’t you see my struggles ?
Why does pride control your actions ?
Why does life feel so bitter sweet ?
Once I left my sorry excuse for a home.
I found Confusion, Clearity, then Confusion.
I didn’t ask for all that I have on my plate.
Where ever it come from.
Just keep dishing the trails.
I have fast reactions.
I made it this far.
I just hate to move alone.
But, I have too.
I have heard of people talk about this before, mystics
For Our Mother Earth
“I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall be complete,
The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken.
I swear there is no greatness or power that does not emulate those of the earth,
There can be no theory of any account unless it corroborate the theory of the earth,
No politics, song, religion, behavior or what not,
Is of account, unless it compare with the amplitude of the earth,
Unless it face the exactness, vitality, impartiality, the rectitude of the earth.”
—–Walt Whitman
Another Page in the Photo Album
Photo by Barbara Mattio
I can personally attest to the fact that they are loving, beautiful beings. Whales are also mammals and feel like we do. We must stop murduring our wild animals and fellow mammals.
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TO KILL A WHALE
by Gerean Pflug
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Diesel powered ships
fueled by money, greed
and humans paid to crew
hunger to kill for pay
mega sized pointy spears
of monolith resistant steel
built-in hooks with jagged edges
spools of ropes and cording
explosive penthrite-tipped
cannon powered violent action
heartless slaughter intended
body piercing harpoon style
into ideal depth of the flesh
nylon cords extend
tight and quick is what it takes
to pull the pin of delivery
grenade ladened weaponry
detonation of their payload
obliteration of the body
agonizing screams of pain
desperate thrashing
a futile fight to survive
the slow death lasts
up to a half hour or more
while hanging on to threads of life
the shots and injuries continue
empathy non existent
compassion withheld
at last the lower jaw relaxes
flippers cease to paddle
active motion slows
flotation no longer possible
the sink begins
once innocent, sentient, living beings
majestic royalty of…
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