Author: lana1967

Benediction from a Troubadour

Lyrics to Strange Waters by Bruce Cockburn:  I've seen a high cairn kissed by holy wind Seen a mirror pool cut by golden fins Seen alleys where they hide the truth of cities The mad whose blessing you must accept without pity I've stood in airports guarded glass and chrome Walked rifled roads and landmined loam Seen a forest in flames right down to the road Burned in love till I've seen my heart explode You've been leading me Beside strange waters Across the concrete fields of man Sun ray like a camera pans Some will run and some will stand Everything is bullshit but the open hand You've been leading me Beside strange waters Streams of beautiful lights in the night But where is my pastureland in these dark valleys? If I loose my grip, will I take flight? You've been leading me Bes

1000 Voices for Compassion

It feels like I've been all over the Internet this week, reading other people's blogs, getting to know people I may never meet face to face, and hearing their stories. One of the new movements I've learned about is 1000 Voices for Compassion. I found out about it through their Facebook group, which has grown at this moment to 1,021 members in less than two weeks. This is the group description: Let's get 1000 bloggers to write posts about compassion, kindness, support, caring for others, non-judgment, care for the environment, etc., and ALL PUBLISH ON THE SAME DAY (Feb 20th) to flood the Blogosphere with GOOD! Use the hashtag #1000Speak to promote this event. Why February 20? This date was chosen because it is the UN World Day of Social Justice. I will be blogging at my own space that d
Dancing Through Depression

Dancing Through Depression

Art, mindfulness, spirit, Spirituality
I've had some highs this week and some really low lows. I'd like to blame it on the mid-January blahs, and maybe that's part of it. I've never appreciated this time of year. I grew up in the South. It's just after Christmas, and the little bit of snow we might get to brighten up what is typically a cold, dreary, and rainy winter didn't usually come until sometime in February (this is before the polar vortex and global warming, of course). So January had nothing much to recommend it. And quite honestly, it still doesn't, even though today the skies in western North Carolina were a brilliant, cloudless blue. My body and mind just wants to curl up and hibernate. When I feel this way, my state of mind doesn't lend itself easily to inspiring myself, much less you all. So I went to Google Ima