the quiet of an August evening

Sitting here in the quiet of the August evening with only the song of the cicadas surrounding me, I wonder WHO are we?

The cicada  nymphs who have lived underground for seventeen years are maturing and sending out their love call–their tymbal muscles specifically honed to bring home their mate.  Early this morning, the birds were flocking and whistling their message to one another, announcing that there would be an early Fall.  The birds flock together for safety and protection. The ocean tide responds to the gravitational pull of the moon.  All of nature is present to their surroundings, while signaling to us to do the same.

We humans are calling out to each other for justice and dignity. We humans need each other, just like the flock of birds need one another for safety and protection.  Just like the ocean responds to the pulls of the moon, so are we pulled from the conflicts, injustice and battles around us.

“to BE…for this Yahweh created all…” Wisdom 1:14…

When I read these words, I think of the message James Foley  was trying to send to us. He died trying to expose the barbaric results of war and to elicit compassion from the human race…from all of us…that war must stop. Everywhere people are dying and suffering. We each have a right to BE.  I am also thinking of the racial tension in Ferguson, and the fact that it is 2014 and we are still so racist as a nation.  I think of the many horrible racist statements made against President Obama. I read them on Facebook and I think how can we, as a nation, survive when we have so little respect for the person chosen to lead our country?

When are we going to realize that we all have the same color of blood? We are all human beings who want to belong, to be productive, to offer life and receive life to and from each other.


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This photo is dedicated to James Foley, the American Journalist who died to alleviate the suffering of others. "The Beauty of an Iris." Photo credit; Jane H. Johann, c. June 2014

This photo is dedicated to James Foley, the American Journalist who died to alleviate the suffering of others.
“The Beauty of an Iris.”
Photo credit; Jane H. Johann, c. June 2014

 My heart goes out to the parents and family of James Foley.


* I realize it is now September, and the cicadas have stopped singing. However, I hope we continue to sing and live in hope and not give up!  The need for LOVE in this world is needed even more today!


this gentle soul, Nadia, my granddaughter

Two days ago my little four year old granddaughter, Nadia, brought me a dandelion that was past the stage of being yellow…it had gone to seed. The seeds were perfectly attached, as in the photo above.   She was so proud of the “flower” she gave to me. I graciously accepted it and placed it in a tiny glass of water. Today, I ran across the above image…it reminded me of  Nadia’s kind gesture…she is such a sweetheart!

While she was visiting with me, she became very quiet. I said to her, Nadia, you are so quiet?”  She responded in a matter-of-fact voice, “Well, Nanny, it is the Quiet of Silence!”  WOW!  A poet already…


tree climbing

Person (user:merzperson0 climbing a tree.

Person (user:merzperson0 climbing a tree. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

when a child climbs a tree so high

lost in the branches touching the sky

the wind blowing through her hair

swaying back and forth without a care

….ahh…what freedom!

English: Tree climbing in the New Forest

English: Tree climbing in the New Forest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

soul keeping

January Morning Sunrise, 2012 Palmyra, WIPhoto credit: Jane H. Johann

January Morning Sunrise, 2012 Palmyra, WI
Photo credit: Jane H. Johann

morning offers its quiet

pink subtle sun rays peeking into the day

as the darkness within lifts away

equanimity…balance the center

heart turning will

what will feed the fill

breathe…breathe in the  air

breathe in the beautiful

sing the peaceful minstrel

letting go of all that is not you

letting go of the negative force

letting go amid the discourse

breathe…breathe in the air

breathe in burgundy love

breathe in peaceful dove


Crimson burning red

Gently the sky lifts the dawn

To lighten our day

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