when you hate
someone else
because they are
different than you
you are unknowingly hating on
the very Architect of Creation itself
Tag: <span>believes</span>
Go, soul, the body’s guest,
….Upon a thankless arrant;
Fear not to touch the best;
….The truth shall be thy warrant:
….….Go, since I needs must die,
….….And give the world the lie.
Since the beginning of time, people have been asking themselves about the meaning of the universe and other existential questions.
Where do I come from? What am I here for? How does life work? Where do I go when it’s over?
The other day my neighbor told me God made me like THIS -not sure what exactly she meant by THIS, but I suppose there must be some THIS in me, to be worth talking about. It made me wonder. The day when God(s) decided to ‘make’ me, how exactly did that go? And my imagination went wild…
I felt surprised by my own excitement. After all, it’s just politics. A game played by the rich to manipulate the poor. It has always been like this and while we all know it, we still fall into the same traps over and over.
Best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender and race neutral, celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious faith of your choice, or worldly practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or earthly traditions at all.
I have Jewish friends who are pro-Israel and they don’t approve of Trump’s decision to recognize Jerusalem as the capital city of Israel either. This decision means support for the right-wing Israeli government agenda -nothing more and nothing less.
When I was a just a little girl I had a best friend named “Dusie.” She knew the dark secrets of my early childhood, back then when I was just a little girl and I still lived with my birth-givers. She was there when I cried and she was there when I laughed and played. She stayed with me when I left my parents house, to live with my Grandmother.
A man stumbles into a deep well and plummets a hundred feet before grasping a spindly root, stopping his fall. His grip grows weaker and weaker, and in his desperation he cries out, “Is there anybody up there!”