Oprah… A poem and a thank you.


Well written and enjoyable. Hugs, Barbara

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She used have a show

My former wife watched faithfully

A show I never watched

Silly as it may seem

A woman that I never met

Only seen on TV

 That has changed my life

So profoundly

It was through her sharing

Of the books she chose to read

The books on her list

One my mother bought for me

It was book called

“The New Earth

Finding your life’s purpose”

By Eckhart Tolle

That changed my life

Forever in a very special way

Since then I have read many

Of the books on her list

Some of them I know that I have missed

Yet the first one I read

Was for my soul a kiss

I wanted to thank her

As her story I read

I observed her deeds in wonder

Grateful for the words she said

Many she has helped

Some even…

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Croatia, The Siege of Dubrovnik


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“And as long as human beings can sit and watch with hands folded while their fellow-men are tortured and butchered so long will civilisation be a hollow mockery, a wordy phantom suspended like a mirage above a swelling sea of murdered carcasses.”                                                                                                             Henry Miller

There was an excellent breakfast on the sunny terrace with local specialties, fresh bread and home made marmalade and jam and Doris sold us tickets for the water taxi to Dubrovnik, which I think was probably another part of the family business.

We had about an hour to wait between breakfast and the…

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A Dream


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I dreamt last night
Of a fire raging
In the depths of my soul

It melted my heart
Purifying the dirt
I was burned in the fires of Love

When time was ripe
The waters poured forth
Birthing life to a sacred growth

Surrendered I received
The I of Unity
Drenched in the waters of Love

I dreamt of a glowing face
Emanating a sacred light
The power of a loving Heart

Enmity dissolved
Serenity remained
The quality of a loving Heart

I awoke this morning
In blissful peace
The world made beautiful

I am Love and Love is me

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Lady Death


Vaughan is one of the great masters and a favorite of mine.

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Painting by Paul Gauguin

Hello Lady Death,
Are you a jealous lover?
You take all I love.

Take me in your arms, you know
That I am your faithful lover.

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Flowers, nuthatch, treecreeper at the cemetery


Spring is in the air.

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Crocus, 2 March 2014

This is a photo of a crocus flower from today, when we went to the cemetery.

Crocus, cemetery, 2 March 2014

Crocus and fly, 2 March 2014

The crocus flowers attracted small insects, like flies (the one on the photo was not much bigger than a fruit fly).

Many birds singing. A short-toed treecreeper climbing up a small tree, just outside the cemetery grounds.

Nuthatch, 2 March  2014

Just inside the cemetery grounds, a nuthatch on a branch.

Greenfinch, great spotted woodpecker, great tit, robin sounds.

Wood pigeons. A magpie. Blue tits. Jays.

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Where it all went wrong


 

 

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You’ve got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You’ve got to be taught
From year to year,
It’s got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You’ve got to be carefully taught.

You’ve got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff’rent shade,
You’ve got to be carefully taught.

You’ve got to be taught before it’s too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You’ve got to be carefully taught!
–Oscar Hammerstein II (from South Pacific)

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It’s time to stop teaching hatred.

Hatred leads to bigotry and violence and prejudice and racism and misogyny and bullying….

Where it never leads is to Peace.

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Babies are not born thinking others are different.

Children learn racism

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Babies are not born thinking others are different.

Praying hands that mean so much to God. The praying matters, not the color of the hands

Praying hands that mean so much to God. The praying matters, not the color of the hands

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What we Need Now


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This is the first of March, but if this were a leap year it would be February 29.  I found a new poet today that I am excited to share with all my readers. I realize some of you may all ready know him. But he may be new to others as he was to me. The date is important because this should have been part of Black History Month. I was just a little late with my discovery.

Paul Laurence Dunbar was born in 1872 to freed Kentucky slaves. This man became a published poet at fourteen years of age. After he grew up, he became an elevator operator. His first published book was called, Oak and Ivy. It was published in 1893. He would sell it to people who rode his elevator. He moved to Chicago and became good friends with Fredrick Douglass. Mr. Dunbar became an internationally known poet and toured around the world. He is most noted for his dialect poems.  This poem in particular caught my eye because it contains a very famous line that I never where it came from.

 

 

Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing,

I look far out into the pregnant night,

Where I can hear a solemn booming gun

And catch the gleaming of a random light,

That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.

My tearful eyes my soul’s deep hurt are glassing;

For I would hail and check that ship of ships.

I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud,

My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips,

And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, passing.

O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpassing,

O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark!

Is there no hope for me? Is there no way

That I may sight and check that speeding bark

Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?

Excerpted from Ships That Pass in the Night by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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Is the ego the source of our thoughts or are our thoughts generated elsewhere and passed through the ego?


This is important for all of us to read.

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Mind is expression of Energy originating from beyond the limits of space-time. 

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Most of this post is from work
by Eckhart Tolle.

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Eckhart Tolle is asked, “Is the ego the source of our thoughts or are our thoughts generated elsewhere and pass through the ego?”

Tolle begins, “There is no ego apart from thoughts. The identification with thoughts is ego. But the thoughts that go through your mind, of course, are linked to the collective mind of the culture you live in, humanity as a whole, so they are not your thoughts as such, but you pick most of them up from the collective (most of them). And so, you identify with thinking and the identification with thinking becomes ego, which means simply that you believe in every thought that arises and you derive your sense of who you are from what your mind is telling you…

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