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Peace

  • THE SPIRIT OF LABAN MIGRATED TO IRAN

    August 3, 2009

    • Somewhere, there’s a photo of me with Corazon Aquino, the former president of the Philippines who will be buried on Wednesday.  I thought of her today as her flag-draped coffin was carried along EDSA in Manila.  This is the very street where the People Power Revolution was born.  Today, this street turned into a sea of yellow with ribbons, flags and balloons--as it had back in the days ...
  • Seeking Woodstock

    August 2, 2009

    • The plan is to do a 6 hour radio show called Virtual Woodstock on Radio 1190 (radio1190.org) from 12-6pm on Monday Aug 17, the 40th anniversary of the last day of the official show.  Jimi Hendrix played the next day, Monday morning, so it went a little over, and this may also. The first thing you notice when you go hunting for this material is how little has been officially produced.  At ...
  • Homage to Geneva

    July 10, 2009

    • Prologue "Man is born free; and everywhere he is in chains."~ Jean Jacques Rousseau"The desire to be as civil as possible is a deep motive for the contemplative life."~M. Scott PeckIn Geneva today, the human creative spirit is not in chains. One is invited to let one's creative essence run calmly wild for the peaceful good of all humanity.In contemplation therefore, Geneva ...
  • Peace at Last

    June 16, 2009

    • About two months ago, an Irish woman was telling me about what it meant to be catholic in Ireland.  I was interested in the subject, and it led her to tell me what her sister in Ireland told her.  The sister’s neighbor was building a brick divider or fence in his yard and asked his other neighbor to watch for his bricks while he was gone to work because the other neighbor in back was building ...
  • Winds of Change

    June 10, 2009

    • True to form, these last couple of weeks of vast change in our personal lives, I have been finding refuge in small spurts in the backyard. I’ve always been a backyard girl, excited about plants and animals that live there. Considering that the clematis and climbing roses have created a breathtaking paradise just outside our back door, recently I’ve spent a larger quantity of time outside than ...
  • Awakening to Possibilities on the Journey of Life

    June 9, 2009

    • I AM grateful and full of Love now. We Are One Love! We Are connected! As we awaken and remember Who We Really Are, we realize the Truth and are lifted to a Higher Way of thinking, BEing, experiencing and serving. We Are still as created to BE, Perfect, Whole and Free! Through grace, gratitude, Love, our Wholeness and connection to all Life/Love, All IS possible!In the Power of the moment, ...
  • Everything I see, Is Me

    June 7, 2009

    •    Whatever form your idea of peace might take, may you now find it.      Everything I see, is me.  There are no "others".  Each of us is really the same.  Each one looks at others, and each one sees himself. ("him" herein has nothing to do with gender.)  I see a person on the corner across the street, and I am seeing myself from a different perspective.   ...
  • Two halves of a whole

    June 5, 2009

    • I was misty-eyed at President Barack Obama's courageous attempt to create an atmosphere where peace can begin, to get the Muslim world at large to understand that we can have different views -- both commonalities and differences -- and still get along. It seems so simple yet it appears to be so difficult to put into practice.While I appreciated his understanding of the centuries of persecution ...
  • The Spa

    May 30, 2009

    • Re-entry into the real world after a visit to The Spa has been surreal.  The song refrain "Take Me Away" has been playing in my head all day.  It was so nice to get away for a few days; the benefits are immeasurable. Obligations and responsibilities weigh heavily on my shoulders everyday.  There are so many things to do.  There are goals to meet, tasks to complete, and there's the ...
  • Memorial Day

    May 27, 2009

    • May 27  MEMORIAL DAY   Veteran of the addiction wars, I have scars but few medals.  I don’t need a purple heart, mine is black and blue.  I don’t keep trophies either, no empty bottles or old syringes.  Hostages, I have released them, too.  I found often they held me from what my life could be.  I wear my defects and wave my flag.  I am slowly learning to live in peacetime.  The big ...