a prophetic voice-

With all that has been transpiring in the world this week- the death of Muammar Gaddafi in Libya, the on-going and growing demonstrations by the Occupy Wall Street movement in our country, the long-awaited announcement by President Obama that our troops will be out of Iraq by the end of this year- and so, so much more, I was still able to carve out a place of serenity and peace for some reflection and writing on Thursday. Being gifted by dear friends with the use of their "studio" for this endeavor, I spent several wonderfully quite hours at Healing Ground, with candles lighted and soft music playing as my invitation to the wind of the Spirit of Creation and Creativity to blow through that place, to blow through me. When I have this "alone-time", I usually look back over some of my journals, to reflect upon my reflections...and lest this sounds like so much naval-gazing, let me tell you that I am often amazed by what I find...at words I wrote a year ago or two or

I wrote the following words in my journal two years ago; they offer an explanation of why this blog exists. In my own words: Writing is not arrogance; it is simply sharing my opinion, my experience; laying it out there for others to accept & resonate with or reject, as they will. No matter how scholarly a work, how well researched or footnoted, at rock bottom it is the thought and opinion of the writer...admittedly reached through process and consideration but his/her opinion nonetheless. And so, I must set aside my fear of rejection, my fear of being misunderstood and disagreed with, and JUST DO IT! It is not arrogance to put forth what I think/believe; no arm-twisting is involved but rather, an invitation is being issued... to be accepted or not by the other, by the reader. The path lies ahead...one foot in front of the other...walking is lovely but also difficult at times...it requires determination...it requires DOING IT! Breathe into me courage, strength, and wisdom, Creat

From The Sacred Balance by David Suzuki: "War is a social, economic and ecological disaster. It is totally unsustainable and must be opposed by all who are concerned about meeting the real needs of all people and future generations. The effect of war is most immediate for those who are killed or maimed or made homeless, but the social and ecological consequences reverberate for generations. Among the children who survive, we still don't know the full extent of the psychic damage they have suffered or the degree to which their problems are transmitted to successive generations. War is the ultimate atrocity that dehumanizes victor and vanquished alike; divorcing children from parents, separating families, smashing communities, it deprives its victims of their basic need for love and security in the company of their fellow human beings." And to give you something else to "chew on", here are some facts and figures: We (the U.S.) are spending $2.3 billion per we

Ah! A cup of coffee  steaming hot fragrant with cinnamon warmth seeping through reaching out Open, my eyes peer into darkness,     the sun not yet risen     on this sabbath morn. Open, my heart dwells in darkness,     beating out my life's seconds,     even as it reaches out to     welcome the light of compassion. Open, my hands reach out     to take the hands of those     dwelling in my imagination,     at a far distance, yet as near     as my thoughts,my breath,     my beating heart. May your day be both blessed and beautiful, dear one, wherever you are. May it be filled with both strength and courage, both pathos and compassion. And, above all, may you know, truly know, that you are loved. love, linda    

There is no such thing as a meaningless moment. -Joan Chittister Time is nature's way of preventing everything from happening at once. -Anonymous graffiti It is not your obligatio to complete your work, but you are not at liberty to quit it. -The Talmud just wondering... Wit and wonder- are these the marks of being truly human? Do other creatures laugh? And do they question why and how they came to be? The light of the full moon shines through my window and I am filled with such a yearning to walk its lighted path to who knows where? O Brother Squirrel, Sister Wren, do you ever know such depth of yearning? As you cavort through branches high above me, do you laugh at this earth-bound creature? As you fly on your daily round of feeders and feeding , as you sing your preious song, so you now delight? Or are we two-legger earthings the only ones possessed of both the gift and the curse of such awareness? And is this what it means to be created         in

life & death... Steve Jobs has died of pancreatic cancer, and headlines scream and countless words of acclamation have been written, spoken, blogged, and tweeted... more will surely follow, as the world mourns the death of a technology pioneer who changed the face of daily life for countless numbers of us...                 AND a child has died of starvation- and another and another still...numbering in the thousands daily, as headlines stay silent and words of sorrow remain unwritten...as the families mourn alone, the death of one small child changing nothing in the daily lives of countless numbers of us...               or does it?                   should it?                   will it? life & death 2... Staticticians tell us that in two more decades, more than twenty-five percent of people in these United States will be over sixty-five... and though some of us will no longer be here, others of us will , our children and grandchildren and even g

That is sanctity: the wholeness of giving the gift of all your self. Not waiting till that self is fine and moral and healthy and balanced enough to expose. -Rowan Williams stripping down… Over the years, I have ejected lots of spiritual “baggage: which no longer served me well. I am trying to “travel light”…to shed the constraints of tenets, creeds, beliefs which only bind, which no longer fit.   Is there some blessedness, I wonder, in walking around           naked? ass/u/me Why do we so often assume that people of faith never experience      brokenness?      discouragement?      despair? Why do we so often assume, even in this modern age,      that illness & misfortune are      signs of lack of faith? Why do we so often assume that we know who has God's      favor and who does not? Why do we so often assume that there are simple, straightforward      answers to life' compl