There is a feeling that washes over me like a dry wind through the foothills bringing a hint of a distant fire. Independence is a worn ideal based on might and threat, bombs, bursting in air to bring fear. That once distant fire is now ubiquitous, burning in the hearts of the many yet never consuming the desire. Freedom is a tattered belief, held before multinational corporations dealt in the dependence of all for one. There is a feeling that washes over me, that only with change can freedom come like a summer rain that carries no threats. Cooperation is a missing component of many foreign affairs in disarray with the foolish notion of control. The rockets red glare is frightening, making the dog run under the bed and the cat wisely hide in the shadows. Peace is deemed a futile hope unless the thought of war remains in the consciousness of the poor. There is a feeling that washes over me, perhaps bringing the winds of change if we choose to declare Interdependence.
Category: Religion
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declaration
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the journey
"Are we there yet?" "No, for the 500th time!" "We'll be there when we get there!" We'll be there when equality is a given. We'll be there when everyone has enough. We'll be there when genocide is never the answer. We'll be there when war is a historical reference. We'll be there when faith is not a reason to hate. We'll be there when the mentally ill are not shoved under bridges. We'll be there when no one believes in a grim fairy tale ending. We'll be there when everyone loves and is loved. "Are we there yet?" "No for the 501st time, but we're closer than we were 500 miles ago." "Do something useful, we'll be there before you know it!" We're closer than we were 500 years ago. Do something useful, we'll be there before you know it.
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sinking
the inability to feel the beauty of a sunset or feel calm when evening peacefulness is laid before you lets you know that the sinking feeling of depression has a foot hold pulling you under and making even the smallest hope of a better day so far away that nothing will let you escape from the tyranny of despair There's no middle ground you understand or you don't that without hope there is no tomorrow and without help you'll find with the sunrise just another today
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making waves
Concentric rings, ever expanding finally reaching distant shorelines, making small changes. Of this one thing I am utterly certain: in this sea of humanity, my single drop of life and yours matter.
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greeting the day
I can see my breath in the cool stillness of the morning. As my best four-legged friend and I head from tree to bush to patch of drying grass, I revel in the quiet sounds of a morning walk. A dog that barks forlornly as we walk by. The whisper of hummingbird wings going from flower to flower. A cry of a early rising hawk as it seeks the warmth of first light. The rustling of leaves in the brisk yet gentle breeze. I can feel my muscles loosen as I climb the gentle slope leading to the park. I can feel my mind open as I take in the breathtaking panorama before me. A tree full of red ornament-like pomegranates. The newborn colors of a sunrise as they stroll across the sky. A splash of autumn foliage rarely seen in California. The bright clothes of children waiting for a yellow bus. I know that without the distractions of the coming day,the universe will match me stride for stride and teach me things I can only learn when I listen closely. A sense of belonging with knowing my place in the world. The contentment of a quiet moment alone. A true conversation with the person I want to be. The wisdom of nature guiding my thoughts. These and so much more I seek and most often find on my quiet morning walk.
