There is a Malayalam (an Indian language) idiom that says: ‘Even the earth falls prostrate before the one who forgives’ While the whole world recoils in horror over what has been happening in the Middle East, for many of us, our hearts and souls are reeling with anguish, helplessness and despair. What can we do? […]
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I grew up in a violent home where my father hit my mother almost everyday, and not because he was drunk either. In fact, he hardly drank. He smoked but he didn’t seem to care for a drink. And he was a morbid Catholic attending every service every day, rolling his rosary beads and known to
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From The Violence of Organized Forgetting: Thinking beyond America’s Disimagination Machine by Henry A. Giroux Tea party politics are about more than bad policy and policies that favor the rich over the poor, or for that matter about modes of governance and ideology that represent a blend of civic and moral turpitude. In this instance,
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I am a holy book I am an unending story A verse still being written A note ringing far into eternity I am a touch A gaze A feather free falling through timelessness I am magic Crafted by wisdom Breathed by intuition Performed by love I am softness The sigh of a sleeping babe The
Image by Usman Yousaf We get mighty upset when the world doesn’t comply with our demands, don’t we? When it seems to mock our wishes and slight our earnest advances. We feel deeply hurt when someone rejects us or abandons us. We explode when, despite all our remonstrations, the people in our lives refuse
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Mum What was it like When you finally left this world? Was it thrilling or was it frightening? Did you give up or give in? If you did give up, what did you give up? Was it this burdensome life? Or was it your resistance to the life beyond, unknown as it is? And if
So I sing and rejoice in the handiwork of my fellow human beings Each journeying their necessary unique journey As I am mine And I return to the songs in my heart And proceed to write some semblance of them So others may also sing and rejoice in this handiwork And then return to the
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Spend at least some time each day doing what you absolutely love doing. Pour your heart and soul, your mind and body completely, inexhaustibly into it. Don’t be concerned about what you will get in return or how others will react. Just pour yourself without restraint into what you love. Can you see how this
I cannot begin to imagine the anguish, the torment, the brutal hemorrhaging of the hearts and souls of people in the Middle East. And although the hostility in that region goes mostly unnoticed or ignored by most of the world most of the time, over the last few weeks it has been hard to turn
What thoughts are you thinking right now? And more importantly, what are the FEELINGS that underlie those thoughts? Most of us believe that our thoughts are things we have little or no control over. We assume that we are subject to their constant stream whether we like it or not and that there’s little that
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