On the precipice…

What is happening in my home country, the United States of America, rips my heart apart.

The depravity sickens me to my core.

I have not written on my blog much in the last five years due to the struggles life sometimes throws to us. Time was taken from me and now I am returning to a balance— and I feel obligated to write and say that the racism and mistreatment of human beings…the savage death of more than 200 innocent people by ICE…the sexual exploitation, savagery and death of so many young girls and boys… tears me to the core of my being!

Thank God this has all been exposed. Only if we confront these atrocities can we begin to walk on the moral path.

I am 76 now…. We are living such grave injustice….I think we are paying for the sins of our country’s history. The genocide of the Native Americans lies at our feet…the racism against Black Americans has never stopped…every ethnic groups of people from any other country has ALWAYS been subjected to bigotry. Women in every country of the world, including the USA, have treated women like cattle to be bought, sold, used..,

Children! Children! Children! Our future! Murdered! Destroyed!

How do we as a nation sit idly by and allow the brutal killing of fellow human beings?

All of these horrible atrocities—- and yet… we are called upon not to give in to despair. We must continue to HOPE! We cannot stop believing in each other. We have to continue to believe in Life! We must RESIST and do what we can to help one another. Any act of kindness is important— no matter how small or insignificant we think it is. Each act of goodness if propelled by each of us, will bring us closer to love and freedom. Even if it is opening a door for someone… help each other and we will get through this!

Humankind

My heart is yellow and blue most days now…The war wages on… dear Ukrainians suffering beyond what my heart can take …

I sit here in rural Wisconsin far from Europe…the great body of ocean water separating us…Yet I feel their hearts exploding in mine…

I sit here in my little house…while theirs has been blown apart…

I sit here with another noodle dish, thinking I am tired of these boxed meals…then I read about how a family hid in a basement, slept on potatoes for warmth and had only these vegetables to eat for the last four gruesome weeks…

I sit here mulling about my limited travel out one or two days a month… but I am not restricted for fear of being shot …I can safely travel to a bus or train station…I don’t need to worry about a missile striking me dead…

I sit here and see my grandchildren…joyfully playing…happy and free…and read 4 million… yes, FOUR MILLION Ukrainian children are now without parents…

I sit here with rage…questioning how can we sit here in comfort when part of our humankind is being wiped out?

I sit here and ask can anyone escape the brutality of this war?

I sit here and ask how our moral conscience allows yet another genocide?

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The Land of Hope: Enough

The Milky Way Solar System existed in the great universe, somewhere out there in starland. Within this sphere, a tiny caring country existed. This country was green and beautiful with trees, lakes, rivers, majestic plains and mountains that touched the sky! Within this country were people of all different beliefs, colors and physical stature. However, they held one common element tight in their heart: they each cared about the other! When someone was in need of bread or needed something to drink, another would share what they had. If someone needed shoes, and another had two pair, she would give her second pair to that person. No one thought about creating endless rows of storage units to place their stuff…there was no need…everyone shared…so everyone had ENOUGH.

This country had many libraries–and unique libraries! Of course, one was a library of tradition, with thousands of books on every subject. Then there was a library of toys so children could check them out like books, entertaining themselves with something new whenever their interest developed into something more. There was a library of tools –providing what was needed for every home project: always ENOUGH!

Knowledge was honored and freely shared with one another so that each person could be lifted up as high as she or he wanted to rise! Always ENOUGH!

There were many places to live in this world…in the mountains… by the seaside… in the forests…in little towns… in the countryside… people could move wherever they wanted… wherever a person chose to live, their talents and gifts would be given freely to the development of the community. No one need sleep on hard concrete during the winter months or sit in sidewalks in the sweltering heat…each person had a place called home…No one was arrested for being in sight…no one was arrested for being in the posh section of town for those areas didn’t exist in this world where each person was valued as a human being! Always room ENOUGH!

Each person had her or his giftedness and was respected for who she or he was. If someone was ill or differently-abled, understanding was the code employed and compassion and caring was the guide. Love was always ENOUGH!

Gardens and fields were tended by those who loved to grow plants. The cities had fruit trees planted along the sidewalks so that if someone was hungry and the season was right, they could just reach up for an apple and bite! Grocery stores never threw good food away for at the end of a day anything remaining would be set out in a free display. No one went hungry! There was never the thought of giving a police ticket to someone who gave another free soup or sandwich. There was ENOUGH for all.

Together balance was the goal each day… kind to oneself and to each other… kind to nature and to all the creatures great and small that lived…kind to Mother Earth and all that she had given…and it was ENOUGH!