Sister Wind Brushed through the Leaves


c. "Children Leaving" Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, September 30, 2014, Palmyra, WI, USA.

c. “Children Leaving” Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, September 30, 2014, Palmyra, WI, USA.

Sister Wind brushed through the golden leaves

spilling them on the Autumn grass…

Her hurried song could be heard in the silence of the day

as though it was her duty to glean the branches of its beauty.

Birch tree hung on to its children

not wanting to let them go…

But, alas, the forward passage of the promise

could not hold sway and off they traveled

shedding their birthright, transforming themselves

into their new way of being…

With each birth, comes the letting-go…

the song of yesterday builds the beauty of tomorrow…





Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock

A very insightful article on Autism and touches upon Asperger’s Syndrome. Please direct your likes and comments to:


1asp16I think it’s tragic that people have so many prejudices, especially about things they don’t understand. They don’t know what they’re missing.

Have you even known someone with: ALS,MS, Parkinson’s Disease, CP, Alzheimer’s, Tetanus, Pinched nerve, meningitis, Huntington’s Disease, Migraines, Epilepsy, Polio, stroke, or any of the other neurological disorder?

Would you tell someone who’d suffered a stroke to just talk properly? Unlikely.

Would you tell someone with ALS to stop being so lazy? No way.

Tell someone with Alzheimer’s they could remember if they just tried harder? Doubtful.

Someone with Parkinson’s to stop shaking, that they were just trying to get attention? Improbable.

Yet people with Autism are constantly told to grow up, smarten up, man up, stop being so lazy. People scoff, blame, bully, abuse, mock, make jokes, call names, etc.
Autism is a neurological condition just like any other. They have as much control over how…

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‘Daily Show’ Confronts Redskins Fans With Native American Activists & It Gets Awkward Fast

The Native Americans in this country deserve respect. To suggest that “Redskin” is not offensive is a blatant lie. I live in Wisconsin, home to many Native Americans. Racism is alive and well–unfortunately. It is 2014 and still the Native American is ridiculed in this state. I can only imagine what these people must feel to have this type of reference used over and over in our country. Please direct your likes and comments to:

The Fifth Column

H/t: LTL

The Huffington Post

“If we find out that someone in a piece was intentionally misled or if their comments were intentionally misrepresented, we do not air that piece. We would not air that piece. So, that being said, I hope you enjoy the following piece.”

That’s how Jon Stewart introduced Jason Jones’ Thursday segment on the Washington Redskins, a package that had attracted some controversy before it even aired.

In a Sept. 19 Washington Post article, the Redskins fans who appear in the segment with Jones reported feeling ambushed, endangered and defamed. Jones and his “Daily Show” producers interviewed the group of die hard fans, then brought them face-to-face with a group of Native Americans activists who fiercely oppose the team’s name and logo.

The segment also featured an interview with team owner Daniel Snyder, who reiterated his stance that the name Redskins isn’t offensive. “The name…

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Travelling West

AN amazing poem…brilliant! Please direct your likes and comments to:

The Boy Poet

Travelling West

Fairy lights sparkle on tinsel
and snow drifts from a can
wishes come true inside parcels
placed beneath the tree
with secret smiles.

Laughter echoes with racing cars
whirring round a circle track
men being boys as turkey
roast and trimmings
arrive at the table.

Smiles of gratitude
and motherly nature for
dolls with long blonde curls
and eyes that cry femininity.

Plastic role models of what should be
buxom and sensual with waists too small
and fake painted smiles
that hid the tears for the missing
crossbar on a pink bike.

High fashion dictates
skimpy red dresses followed by white silk
with pink satin roses
but scissors left blonde curls
floating in oblivion
as dresses drank the rain
and the doll wore stolen khaki,

He doesn’t breathe in silence
as he takes the early train
travelling west to new discoveries
leaving the tears of the past
on the empty…

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Lara in Togo…this summer of 2014

Lara and her little friends in Togo...2014

Lara and her little friends in Togo…2014

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This past week I had an awesome opportunity to participate in Camp Unite. Each year the camp invites 100 girls & boys from across Togo to participate in a week filled with sessions ranging from HIV Prevention, Leadership, & Self Confidence …- plus a bunch of fun activities for them to just be kids. 2 girl students, 2 boy apprentices, & my counterpart joined me for the camp. It was so exciting to see them return from the camp so confident and energized to share what they learned with our community. Can’t wait to see what this next year brings

Mother’s Tears

there is no way to describe the tears

like a mother missing her child

there is no way to describe the love

it is intense and not mild

life is a constant “letting go”

tears come from the deep

and there they grow

as love transcends all that we seek

"Lady's Mantle"  Photo Credit: Bobbi; 2014

“Lady’s Mantle”
Photo Credit: Bobbi; 2014

Nature has that way to make us find ourselves in the quiet…

Nature has that way

to make us find ourselves in the quiet…

Forgetting ourselves

and being in its presence…

Brother Wind

breezes through our thoughts…

Father Night

blanketing us with serenity…

Sister Stars

illuminating our hope…

Sister Moon

softening the dark…

"Moonscape" Photo Credit:  Coyright: B. Bennett; August, 2014

Photo Credit:
Coyright: B. Bennett;
August, 2014


the night was leaving …

"Looking East" Photo Credit: c.  Jane H. Johann, Sept.24, 2014 Artwork: God

“Looking East” Photo Credit: c. Jane H. Johann, Sept.24, 2014
Artwork: God


COPYRIGHT. "Looking East II" Photo Credit: c. Jane H. Johann, September 24, 2014.  Artwork: God

COPYRIGHT. “Looking East II”
Photo Credit: c. Jane H. Johann, September 24, 2014.
Artwork: God

the night was leaving…

morning sun streaks struggled through the mist

to peek out their warmth and rays

the wind spoke gently to my heart

urging me on to hope

urging me on to trust

urging me on to believe

as the leaves reveal their true color

and become themselves

letting go

to renew themselves in splendor

in their unique radiance

as they color our world


"Looking East III" Photo Credit: c.Jane H. Johann, September 24, 2014. Artwork: God

“Looking East III”
Photo Credit: c.Jane H. Johann, September 24, 2014.
Artwork: God

Battling an extreme sensitive little monster

A very informative posting about HIGHLY SENSITIVE PEOPLE. Please direct your likes and comments to:



There is a weird monster out there. Being sensitive is great, but this particular little monster can drive you crazy if you don’t know how to handle it. It’s called ‘Highly Sensitive’.


Explanation from the experts:

‘A highly sensitive person (HSP) is a person having the innate trait of high sensory processing sensitivity (or innate sensitiveness as Carl Jung originally coined it. According to researchers, highly sensitive people, who compose of about a fifth of the population (equal numbers in men and women), may process sensory data much more deeply and thoroughly due to a biological difference in their nervous systems.’

I have to battle this little monster and I can tell you that it’s not easy to feel everything so very deeply.

The strange thing about this monster is that it can be both a blessing as a curse.


Being a HSP does NOT mean that you are weird…

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