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Joy … in ancestral memory

"The past could be jettisoned ... but the seeds got carried." Joan Dideon, Where I Was From out of the womb of Time they slidepeasants and kings, artisans and queensmurders, warriors, healers, peacemakersthe mothers and grandmotherson whose shoulders we stand they are with us, their spirits sensedthough unseentheir hearts are in our mouthsas they guard and guide feet rooted in the mud of Earthwe drink the wine, eat the rootsand sing the songs we inheritedtheir sayings are our sayingstheir voices are our voicescarried on breezeslike the music of cathedral bellslike the call of the muezzinthey chime and summonthey sum what came before from their gnosiswhispered in the ear of silencewe learn: we are nameless but not lostwe too shall echoshall be the shouldersshal...

JOY … in our own separate peace

"I think this to myself even though I love my daughter. She and I have shared the same body. There is a part of her mind that is a part of mine. But when she was born she sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since. All her life, I have watched her as though from another shore.” Amy Tan, The Joy Luck Club Note: Sunday was Mothers' Day in the U.S..  ♥ Belated but sincere Happy Mothers’ Day to all the mothers and to all the dads, aunts, uncles, grandparents and older siblings who are covering for moms who are gone.♥ sometimes ...near impossible to see past the manic crowdsor to lift our eyes to look at the wholesometrees inscribing their calm upon the sky sometimes ...we record our fears with writing utensils,call them weapons, c
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...