Rules & Reg's

At what point does one disconnect? The light of the spirit shines brilliantly, flickers and fades with every step of life. Every moment determines the strength or weakness of the glow. The purveyors of peace pray the light never goes completely out. The heart thrives and shrivels as the rules change in the name of love, harmony, order, self preservation or in the name of hate, cold, reckless malevolence. What was once considered cruel, crazy, harmful behavior suddenly becomes acceptable for those whose mind has been emptied of reason and respect for life and the safety of others.

One does not always regulate owns own conscience be it by choice or other influences. The vulnerable fall prey and acquire a taste for hostility and aggression, detachment from a kinder, softer, peace-loving existence to a harsh, bitter, belligerent mentality. It is based on much exposure to malice, anger, frustration and unrest. Fear mongers attempt to choke the goodness out of life and seize the sweetness of the soul.

There is a strange and dark tolerance for disrespect. At times it feels like the whole world has gone mad. I don't remember it always being like this or are there simply more people which makes it more pronounce? Haters look for trouble, someone to disturb, instill worry, doubt and despair. As the sting and scars of disrespect become the order of the day this precious planet must feel every ache and pain. The collective pulse and heartbeat of mother earth longs for Love, Respect, Kindness and Compassion and in the end, must prevail.

Art

People are so creative, so gifted and capable of making awesome things. When inspiration calls something needs to happen, to evolve out of  a lump of clay, a blank canvas, a tree trunk, block of marble, slab of wood and a blank piece of paper. To craft, cut, bend, melt, mold, chisel, sand, fire, turn, tune, weave, spin, paint, carve, capture an image, dance to the melody, envision a concept, tell a story and sing a song is to express your heart and soul. From fear to faith in the divine, to love, dreams and hopes- idea's are conceived, design, form and sometimes function take shape. The meaning of life through art communicates much.

Music can be heard far into the future, the colors of the world are captured in glass, on a wall and in a building, the statue stands stoically oblivious to the years. The iron bridge suspended in mid-air is as much a work of art as it is a functional structure and engineering feat. Art, in all it's mediums evokes feelings and thoughts to ease your mind and to stir it up. Creation summons art allowing the juices to flow to the place within where there is a reservoir of flavor, rich and full of idea's. It is satisfying, a pleasing experience for both the artist and the one who encounters it.

The world is home to countless artistic genius of all ages from all walks of life, in every direction of the globe.  ☼  It is invaluable for it's therapeutic properties, immeasurable for it's capacity to heal, comfort and inspire. It is stimulating, stark, sad, joyful, exciting, explicit and engaging. The gift to create and recreate, to appreciate the natural and human made brilliance is quite special and feeds our insatiable appetite for more. Art is gracious, comforting, disturbing and a big  part of life.

Hallelujah!

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

There's a blaze of light In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though It all went wrong
I'll stand before the lord of song
With nothing on my tongue but hallelujah

~ Leoanard Cohen

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

“I arise today
Through the strength of heaven:
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth,
Firmness of rock.”

~from Saint Patrick’s ‘Breastplate’ Prayer

A Blessing

It hurts to know there is so much suffering going on in the world, when does it stop, when did people start treating each other so poorly? Children and animals seem to have to absorb much of humanities harshness, of course through no fault of their own. On the one hand you have people who understand the value of life and treat the innocent with respect and kindness. On the other hand you have individuals who themselves were mistreated or who are now enduring abuse, negligence, cruelty.  Consequently the hostility perpetuates. It must matter to send love, prayer, good thoughts to those who have no voice, whose cries go unheard with no one to advocate for them.

Dear God, if all we can do to help the lost and forgotten, is keep the suffering in mind with reverence, then let our spirits connect and comfort who we can. To stop our selfishness when we complain about inconveniences, let us be reminded to be grateful for our own place in the world, where we are comfortable, safe, enjoy freedom, countless resources and things many, only imagine.

To somehow be a blessing to the tiniest soul in the most remote corner of the world to the one's we live with and see regularly. Let us be some one's light in their darkness, comfort in their confusion, joy in their sadness... let us be a blessing with every speck of possibility in peace and with the power and presence of the Holy Spirit ascending upon those most in need of respite and relief.

 

Miracles Abound ♥

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Sunni Marie Jack Paz Guadalupita ~

The New Year begins with the heartbreaking decision to let beloved Boxer girl, Sunni Marie transition on into a perfect state where peace is the oxygen and love is worn like fur.

Sleep in heavenly peace precious pet, daughter dog, fantastic member of the family ~

Tumors growing quickly in her lungs caused her breathing to become increasingly labored. She was noble, strong, sweet, loving and beautiful through her last soft beath. She went peacefully and was surrounded by her people who are humbled, honored, blessed and better people because of her.

Everyone should die in such a calm, quiet manner. How to say goodbye and when? It never feels right, never easy, never a perfect moment, until it is upon you. The sad goodbye's in life leave you feeling bewildered, heartsick, lonely for the life that came into yours. The finality is razor sharp when reality takes it's ravenous bite out of you.

You start hearing familiar little sounds as you walk into an empty house devoid of that loving, simple, exuberance and kind presence. To say we miss Sunni Marie is to understate the importance of one who seemed to live for her people's sake. What a great spirit who will be remembered so endearingly. Yes, that little girl will be missed and mentioned often. Sunni Marie Jack Paz Guadalupita, you will remain alive and well in our hearts and souls you crazy wonderful Sundog!