intoxicating splendor


My place, my existence is with you. We are bound together and yet we are separated by seconds.

Himani B's avatar∙ tenderheartmusings ∙

where do I exist, dear Beloved?
one minute I am here
another, with you
what place do I call mine
this or that?

what is this space
separating yet binding us
where I stay
enchanted and scattered
like a million stars
reaching out to the Sun

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Leaked Doc: Military Industrial Complex ‘TARGETING THE UNITED STATES’ with Silent Weapons System


This deserves a little dialogue

The Secrets of Mary Magdalene


Mary, perhaps the wife of Christ

D.E. Cantor's avatarD.E. Cantor

Perhaps, the greatest story ever of sin and redemption.

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Picture of the Day: The Gorge at Watkins Glen


I have been here hiking and climbing back in the day.

twistedsifter's avatarTwistedSifter

 

THE GORGE AT WATKINS GLEN

 

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Photograph by Peter Rivera

 

Watkins Glen State Park is located outside the village of Watkins Glen, New York, south of Seneca Lake in Schuyler County in the Finger Lakes region.

The centerpiece of the park is a 400-foot-deep (120 m) narrow gorge cut through rock by a stream – Glen Creek – that was left hanging when glaciers of the Ice age deepened the Seneca valley, increasing the tributary stream gradient to create rapids and waterfalls wherever there were layers of hard rock. [Source]

The park features three trails – open mid-May to early November – by which one can climb or descend the gorge. The Southern Rim and Indian Trails run along the wooded rim of the gorge, while the Gorge Trail is closest to the stream and runs over, under and along the park’s 19 waterfalls by way…

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Sunday is For Music


 

I chose Trombone Shorty because he plays jazz and I could find him performing as a child and then later on as a man. He is from my favorite city, New Orleans. I think he is really good. Ok, perhaps not Louis Amrstrong but perhaps with some more years he will be just as fantastic. I hope you enjoy my offering today. Put a little spark in your day.

An Open Letter to Detective Ben Mitchell


YOU CAN’T BEAT A WOMAN!!

Melanie's avatarDeliberate Donkey

Dear Detective Ben Mitchell,
a member of the Family Victims Unit in Greensboro, North Carolina:

You contributed to an article written by Joe Gamm and published 7 September in the News & Record on the uptick of homicides related to Domestic Violence: “Domestic violence-related deaths on rise in Greensboro“. I reacted with disbelief to many of the quotes attributed to you. I’ve outlined them below with my response, speaking as a survivor of Domestic Violence.

Comments on the article you contributed to are disabled. This world is full of people who believe victims deserve abuse, and perpetuating that by opening comments doesn’t help the matter, and so I am glad the comments are closed. I wouldn’t have wasted my breath leaving a comment. I would have more than likely been attacked for defending victims. Instead, I am addressing this letter directly to you, Detective Mitchell. I hope to shed…

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Truth Team: A Message From Stephanie Cutter


Take a minute and read this please and see if it doesn’t make things clearer.

The Path of the Heart


The meaning of Namaste

The meaning of Namaste

Of all the paths to God, there is one called the path of the heart. The thing of primary importance is to seek God in the heart of mankind. There are three ways of seeking God in the heart of mankind.

The first way of seeking is to recognize the divine in everyone; then to be considerate towards every person with whom we come in contact in our thought, speech and action. The second way is to think of the feelings of someone who is not with one at the moment. Humans often think of those who are present but often neglect to feel for someone who is out of sight. The third way of seeking the Divine is to recognize in one’s own feeling the feeling of God, to realize every impulse of love that rises in one’s heart as a direction from God, to realize that love is a divine spark in one’s heart, and to blow on that spark until a flame may rise to illuminate the path of one’s life.

Rumi

And Rumi said

“All that comes from God is for all souls. If they are worthy, they deserve it; it is their reward; if they are unworthy, they are the more entitled to it. Verily, blessing is for every soul; for every soul, whatever be his faith, or belief , belongs to God.”   —excerpted from Hazarat Inayat Khan

“The heart is a receptacle on earth of the divine spirit, and when it holds the divine Spirit, it soars heavenward; the wings picture its rising.  The crescent in the heart symbolizes responsiveness. The crescent is a symbol of responsiveness because it grows fuller as the moon grows fuller by responding more and more to the sun as it progresses. The light one sees in the crescent is the light of the sun. As it gets more light with its increasing response, so it becomes fuller of the light of the sun. The star in the heart of the crescent represents the divine spark which is reflected in the human heart as love, and which helps the crescent towards its fullness.”—-excerpted from The Unity of Religious Ideals.

The Heart and Wings

The Heart and Wings

The living thing in the heart is love. It may come forth as kindness, as friendship, as sympathy, as tolerance, as forgiveness, but in whatever form this living water rises from the heart, it proves the heart to be a divine spring. True religion  lies in the opening of the heart, in widening the outlook, and in living that religion which is the one religion.

God and the god ideal may be explained as the sun and the light. As there are times when the sun becomes covered by materialism. But if for a moment the cloud covers the sun, that does not mean that the sun is lost; and so the God-ideal may seem to have disappeared in the reign of materialism, yet God is there just the same. The condition of the world is like the ever rising and falling of waves. Sometimes it seems to rise and sometimes to fall, but as with every rising and falling wave the sea is the same, so, with all its changes, life is the same.  Thus we can’t give up on this world because the God-ideal is ever present and ever changing.

The Carribean Ocean at sunset

The Carribean Ocean  Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio

 

Waves in ocean Photo and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2013

Waves in ocean Photo and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2013

The Visiting Place…


annjohnsonmurphree's avatarann johnson-murphree

An image of the heavens,

the wind of angel wings blow

across golden pavement on

an endless road, no place to

go when the lost search for

God.

The road runs through a crowded

place filled with souls, none had

a face; a loving mercy on angelic

winds went swiftly by; somewhere

in the distance a compassionate

cry.

In this place lives loneliness and

shame, far from the gates of Heaven,

a place where even the angels look

away, a visiting place; no one who

passes through wants to stay.

 

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Racism and Equality


What one determined woman can accomplish

What one determined woman can accomplish

There must come a day when we see each other as brothers and sisters. We are all created the same way. If you take away the differences in culture, gender, and possibly religion, we are all, each and every one of us, the same. The color of our skin is the difference. I think perhaps it could be said that we make a beautiful bouquet of human beings. As I look at people I can see how beautiful we are.  If you take a rose garden and wait till all the blooms are flowers, It is so beautiful that it hurts the heart. People are like that. We are beautiful as individuals and in a wonderful group. The beauty comes from being different colors. The reaction comes from fear of what is different.

maps slaverry and racism

Maps of slaverry and racism

The differences between White people, Asian people, Brown people, Black people and Native peoples is so minute. We have different colored skins. Who made this decision. Why are we all different colors? Why don’t we all look the same? Whatever is Divine in your life is the energy that created us all. No differences but our skin color. There are scientific reasons for some of our color differences. Melalin in the skin in different amounts makes for different colors.

Deep down there are no differences

Deep down there are no differences

This hatred we have developed for people different than us is a great sorrow. I think Divinity would be very sad, if it feels and thinks as humans do, that the creativity with which we were made must suffer because of all of our choices to hate different people. We were not created to be toy solders to make war on each other and to think we are better than some. All of this inequality and suffering is man made. It is not something we should be proud of. No one group of human beings are better or superior to others. Where did human beings got the concept of superiority?  The Universe has not started that idea, the vicious rumor that one kind of human being is better than another.

All religious paths teach love, kindness, compassion and acceptance. It is one of the common threads that hold us together as a species. We cannot go to our churches, temples, mosques and temples and expect that Divinity will bless us when it knows who we really are, what we really think and what we really do. It is time for change and only we, the combined human family can change this. It starts with each and every one of us. A single light can cause a wildfire. It is time for us all to light our lights and to walk away from racism and inequality.

Color can't hurt anyone.  People can hurt others.

Color can’t hurt anyone.
People can hurt others.

Let's work for equality for all human beings.

Let’s work for equality for all human beings.