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Tuesdays Artful Response to Psalm 46

Tuesdays Artful Response to Psalm 46

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mountains explodedestroying the landscapelife begins again Drawing of Mt. St. Helens in response to Psalm 46 along with haiku, by Terri Stewartall rights reserved Psalm 46 is dire with the earth collapsing: mountains crumble, mountains shake, surging waves, the earth melts. However, the interesting thing is that God "brings wars to an end, breaking the bow and shattering the spear, burning chariots with fire." Declaring: "That's enough!" Well, haven't we all felt that way? That the calamity of hurricanes and volcanoes and the climate crisis in addition to the wars and violence and children locked in cages. Do we not want to declare, "That's enough!" I know I do. But I remember Mt. St. Helen's eruption. I lived in North Carolina at the time but we heard about it. T...

Advent Week 1: Hope – December 8

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This is Bodhi Day in Buddhism. This is the day in 596 BCE that the Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree. It is a day of celebration and meditation. Often colored lights are strung around the home and are turned on each evening for 30 days. A candle is also lit during this time.  Since we come from many traditions, what does enlightenment speak of to your community? Quotes from Buddhism on Hope Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.~Dalai Lama The future is completely open, and we are writing it moment to moment. ~Pema Chodron He who has health has hope, and he who has hope has everything. ~Proverb http://www.brighthubeducation.com/teaching-elementary-school/57301-teach-multiculturalism-and-diversity-during-the-holidays/ What is

Advent Week 1: Hope – December 6

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This is a poem by Pavel Friedman who was a Jewish Czechoslovak poet. He wrote this poem possibly while in Theresienstadt Concentration Camp. The poem was discovered after Theresienstadt was liberated. It has inspired the Butterfly Project, a project that commemorates the children who perished during the Holocaust and reminds us to always hope. The Butterfly The last, the very last, So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow. Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone. . . . Such, such a yellow Is carried lightly 'way up high. It went away I'm sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye. For seven weeks I've lived in here, Penned up inside this ghetto. But I have found what I love here. The dandelions call to me And the white chestnut branches in the court. ...