Testimony Tuesday: Candles

Testimony Tuesday: Candles

Poetry, spirit, spiritual growth, spiritual practice, spiritual practices, Spirituality
Sometimes things just land in your lap and you say, "Thank you" and go with it! This is just such a day. We have a guest posting from Joan Leotta. Joan is an author and story performer. She arrived on my email doorstep this week and I am delighted to share her gifts. As testimony Tuesday is dedicated to pointing towards the truth of things, I feel her gracious offering of Candles is in order. I am very grateful to her generosity! Thank you, Joan! Candlesby Joan Leotta que non se apaguentus ideas (amnesty international) On my shirt, asingle candlesurrounded by barbed wire,marks light's rolerelieving a world of darkness.In my heart,ideas flicker, grow strongas I live the admonitionof my shirtto make real the wordsof my ideals with my penand daily life performance.Freedom.Wis...
Mortality, Melatonin, And Mystery

Mortality, Melatonin, And Mystery

"Life" Issues, Abrahamic Traditions, Archetypes, autonomy, awareness, Buddhism, Challenge, Change, Character of God, Christianity, Church, Compassion, contemplation, Cosmology, Creation, critical judgment, culture, doubt, Enlightenment, Epiphany, faith, faithfulness, Four Quartets, God, Holy Mystery, Holy Week, Hope, Ideology, inner peace, Longing, Love, mindfulness, Numinous, Rationality, relationships, Religion, Secularity, Skeptic, The Divine, Uncategorized, Waiting, Wholeness
As someone who is moving into the outer fringes of what we may reasonably call “old age” – I will be 70 on 5 April 2019 – I have already learned some valuable lessons, all of which will apply to some and some of which will apply to all. For whatever it may be worth, the following is what I have learned so far. Pick and choose the lessons that are relevant to you. o Old age need not advance gradually With me, I began to move into the exurbs of old age in a single week, perhaps even a briefer time than that. In late August of 2012, I was returning from a 3-week trip to Wichita, KS, to see relatives, what few I have left in my family of origin.  I was jammed into the back seat, just forward of the tailcone, of a small Embraer jet on a flight to Denver to make connections

JOY … in honoring women and their children through poetry

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Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul … and you answer.” Terri Guillemets In solidarity with all women and their children I offer four of my “women poems” written and published on The Poet by Day and elsewhere between 2011 and 2017 HER POWER LEAPS she’s present returned to bite through the umbilical of tradition,to flick her tongueand cut loose the animus-god of our parents,like a panther she roams the earth, she is eve wild in the night,freeing minds from hard shellsand hearts from the confines of their cages,she’s entwined in the woodlands of our psychesand offers her silken locks to the sacred forests of our souls ~naked but for her righteousness,she stands in primal light,in the untrammeled river of dreamsthe yin to balance yangthe cup of peace to