the orphanage in Pavlovsk…..

We have many injustices cropping up everywhere in this country…but we also still have it better than 70% of the world…I am hoping by sharing your blog that we will appreciate more what we do have….and then be pushed to help those who have less…and SHARE more with each other. IF each person did one sharing a day, what a world it would be!

lecomer's avatarLife in Russia.

When I first moved to Russia in 2011 during the depths of winter, it became incredibly apparent to me that life in Russia is not for the faint of heart. Perhaps it is because I arrived at the end of January when there were twelve foot snow piles and twelve inches of ice covering the sidewalks; killer icicles hung from the buildings, bitter cold temperatures pierced through every layer of clothing, and dark overcast days seemed in abundance. There were days when I would wake up ready for a warm shower only to find that the hot water was off, again, and it was -30°C outside. Over time, you begin to see how incredibly difficult life can be for many Russian people and it is not uncommon for one’s skin to thicken in response. Russian people are very tough and if you do not toughen up yourself while living there…

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A day in the life – when you are trapped in your body

A Woman of great courage! A Woman who has such deep strength…giving the best of herself everyday…Her determination to LIVE as fully as you and me…and then I dare to complain when I have a body that moves…Very Inspiring Woman!

for Shane…

Shane

the heavens dipped down and snatched you from us

no more drinking from the sorrows of life’s  chalice

Prometheus flown into the sky…

leaving us with tears in our eyes

the angels saw your light and took you home

peace and love are now your throne

we humans here below

were blessed with your angelic glow

you had passion deep within your heart

you gave your best right from the start

we will carry on your dream

the promise you left us in between

Shanes Book and Poetry Blog

Shane, a young poet and writer, immortalized forever in our hearts

http://shanesbookblog.com

My heartfelt sympathy for the hearts that miss you and love you! Especially your Mother, your special friend, Melissa, and for Patty, his soul sister.

Spread love not war

Almost every family

in this countryside has had a family member

who has either

died in a war,

fought in a war,

been lost in a war,

suffers a mental disorder because of being in a war.

So many human lives lost…

so many innocent people killed…

so much LIGHT snuffed out…

WHY?

No war has ever stopped another war…

Young men and women

in our country

are told to fight for democracy…

for freedom for others.

Meanwhile, we are losing our right to assembly here in this country,

we are losing our rights to unionize,

we are losing our right to question…

we are losing our homes…

we are losing our families…

we are losing our health…

the healthcare of our elderly is going to hell…

the education of our young  children is being destroyed…

the number of homeless people…has now developed into homeless families…in every state

something is NOT right…

We are told we fight wars for humanitarian reasons

Yet we are more dehumanized by war.

We go abroad to fight wars,

yet we have internal wars here.

Unless we are Native American, we are all immigrants to this country.

Yet, today, we fight against allowing others to live here.

WHO are WE?

Another war here on immigration.

WHY are we destroying ourselves and each other?

WHY are we not building one another up?

WHY are we not being tender and kind to each other?

WHY?

Sticks and Stones…

There are a number of issues in this story: (1)no one should be ridiculed; (2)no one should be called names of any sort; (3)Personally, I do not have an issue with anyone’s homosexuality–nevertheless, in this story, being labelled “gay” is said in an offensive way to this young boy–this should never happen! (4)WHO teaches children to “name-call”…to call someone “gay?” in a derogatory way? This is a sad reflection of the adult models in the lives of these children.

MusingMaven's avatarThe Musing Maven

We all grow up in a world where there are bullies. Most of us, if we are lucky, reach adulthood without too many scars. As a mom, I can now see that the physical scars aren’t really what caused the most damage. The real long-term harm came from the mean things people said and did along the way. Those mean words that planted themselves into our self-image. They play, like broken records, in our minds. The words that we adopt as our own, until we bully ourselves into submission.

My son has been bullied since he was in 2nd grade. The term bully congers up images of a big kid, with big-bad words, and even bigger fists.  My son’s bully doesn’t really fit that description. For him, it’s a group of sweet little boys and girls who somehow, at the age of 7, decided that they would use their big…

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Thoughts on SCOTUS and Gay Marriage

A very open-minded, constructive and sensible approach that would help us all travel to respect for one another.

Paul F. Lenzi's avatarPoesy plus Polemics

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The two court rulings this week relating to the whelming social issue of gay rights provoke fiery passions and deep conflicts. I wish it were not so, but it is, and I think I understand it. But I believe it’s best for everyone to take a few steps back and try to view the larger frame. Regardless the technical strengths and weaknesses of constitutional jurisprudence, and there are both, in the arguments made before the court as well as in the decisions and dissents of the justices, the core issue grinding these judicial proceedings is simply one of human decency and social equity.
 
My citizenship credentials are conservative; philosophically, politically, economically and ethically. I am Roman Catholic by birth and by informed adult choice. So I understand much of what motivates protest against gay rights. But the good Lord blessed me with a free will and a soul I…

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the silence of loneliness

Margin of Silence

Margin of Silence (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

the silence of the night

caused serenity’s flight

dipping  into your consciousness

you failed with your bluntness

awakening your questioning thoughts

of all that was lost while your loneliness fought

thinking of those who stepped into your life

for a brief time you had it until out came the knife

their faces pass before you, one by one

like the stars of the night, until you were shunned

glistening feelings deep within

where are they now…when did it wear thin

what are they doing…why did it end so soon

did you ask too much…did they fly to the moon

did you ask more than they could give

did you forget to forgive…allowing it to live

did you not understand…did you have to demand 

do you not have a right to be heard…your brain was banned

why did it become so absurd…did you really have to be heard

why do humans sift away…and you are left with an empty day

why does emptiness loom looking for a  home to stay

why can’t we be more open and receive

why do we run and deceive

why do we burn what we are given

do you enjoy the feeling of being beaten