Prejudice Takes Many Forms

How do we stop this? We have to begin by being tolerant, understanding and compassionate in our own lives. How can we help to stop this bigotry against people who have the albino condition? Please direct your comments to:


Fueled by Superstition, People Are Violently Attacking Albinos in Tanzania

By Samuel Oakford originally posted at



August 27, 2014 | 6:15 pm

In the past month, a spate of violent attacks in Tanzania targeting people with albinism for their body parts has highlighted a morbid practice linked to witchcraft.

People with albinism, also known as albinos, are born with a deficiency of melanin pigmentation. Those with a complete lack of pigmentation have extremely pale skin and hair, and their eyes are typically a light shade of blue. The condition generally results from recessive genes carried by parents. Albinism in Africa brings with it an increased chance of developing fatal skin cancer, and the lack of pigment to protect eyes against the bright sun can cause sight problems.

Africans with the condition can suffer alienating social stigma in communities where their neighbors and relatives believe them to be ghosts, cursed, or…

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We Do Need Each Other


look to Brother Wind

and how he  delicately breathes life and dances with the grass

look to Sister Ocean

and the life tiptoeing across the crests of  her waves

look to Brother Sun

and how his light reflects the deeper image

look to Sister Moon

and how her light enhances the dark

look to Cousin Stars

and their majestic glow that gladdens our hearts

look to Distant Clouds

and how they fill our imagination with wonder

look to  Busy Bee

and how it carries the pollen to flower our world

look to Each Other

and how your simple gesture…

a nod…

your smile…

a graceful touch…

your listening ear…

gives HOPE to another


Depression is an illness that affects so many, many people.  YES–YOU do matter! YES–each of us can do something.  We are interconnected.  Each of us weaves a thread of our lives into the other’s tapestry, with a simple gesture, a word, a nod…a thought! No matter where we live on Mother Earth, we influence one another. Blessings to all of us, that we may live more mindfully and be present in the NOW to one another.



Spring Lake, Alberta, Canada Photo Credit:  Jane H. Johann, Fall, 2013

Spring Lake, Alberta, Canada
Photo Credit:
Jane H. Johann, Fall, 2013

I am Mad as Hell and I’m Not Going to Take it Anymore!

This is an alert for all of us in many ways. Plagiarism is wrong and it stealing. I am going to sift through my blog, to be certain that I have given credit to the person when credit is due. I think “sharing” has taken on a new meaning in cyber world. Mary has suffered from stolen art theft. Please direct any comments or likes to her site: Thank You! And may we all be more prudent and honest in what we claim as ours on our blogs, beginning with me.

Oil Pastels by Mary

Mad?  Oh yes I am and beyond any words that I can express here.  Discouraged?  Totally of people’s lack of moral judgement, inner-compass of values and code of conduct.  Disappointed?  Yes – I’m totally disappointed, that there are people out there who think they can take what is not theirs and what?  Make money?  Or draw traffic to their website?   Why all in the name of getting known?  No it’s more than that . . .

I’m calling you out right here and now:

Last week completely by chance I discovered that these two sites/companies confiscated images of several of my paintings and have placed their identity as the authors of my work.  Are you serious?!  Doing a search on Google, Dogpile, Yahoo, etc. of “oil pastel seascapes” I found several of my paintings with these two companies as the owner – OH NO YOU DON’T! 

I found…

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…and, here I am…

IMAG3639 the cool wind is blowing the young birch tree’s leaves

flowers are preparing to leave their seed for next year’s blossoms

birds are flocking, singing incessantly as they are planning their journey south


and, here am I…





life is in transition all around me


and I am




grandchildren are growing…words blossoming forth

trying to figure out who is the tallest and how much they have grown since yesterday

loving their Mom, beautiful in being themselves

and, here am I




in gratitude


Ayden's Finished Painting that he entitled, "The Red Bow<" July, 2014

Ayden’s Finished Painting that he entitled, “The Red Bow<“
July, 2014

Nadia's Finished Painting that she named: "The Colorful Rainbow." July, 2014

Nadia’s Finished Painting that she named: “The Colorful Rainbow.” July, 2014

Two Stickers


the last image I held of them

were their sad and sleepy eyes

away they sped in the car

while within, my heart did cry

within our children’s hearts

lies the deepest truth and honesty

they are still very intimate with the God- LOVE

that brought them into our absurdity

despite all of the chaos around them

they are able to keep their grins

they still love and let you know

despite your disturbing whims

for in my absence from the house

on top of the stack of papers blue

lied two little stickers from them

saying, I LOVE YOU!IMAG3625


this is so beautiful…from beginning to end…all that goes into the gift of life…and how we must leave it one day…hopefully, a hint of our love remains…
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Poesy plus Polemics

&quot;Old Boat&quot; Painting by Tracy Effinger Upton From “Old Boat”
Painting by Tracy Effinger Upton

the rowboat
bumps gently
in moorage
asleep in her
dreams of
voyages cross
silver ponds
along banks of
svelte streams
iron oarlocks
intoning the
stout chants
of hardwood
in swivel and
swim through
deep pools of
cool fisheries
halting above
rower’s secret
most spot for
new mornings
of lazy delight
where the low
rising sun skims
and glances off
sparkling surfaces

all of a unit
the wood and
the rower
the water and
all of their
sprung from
the dreamstuff
of one grieving
widow boat
left to her
paint crumbled
reverie missing
her untethered
days pulled with
pride and an
effortless glide
through the life
of the two arms
and hands that so
lovingly built her

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