I am grateful how exciting my life has been!
All the joys of visiting different places
different cities,
different landscapes…
different scenes…
and gratefully delighted how when we return home…
How we find joy and comfort in our routines.
I am grateful how exciting my life has been!
All the joys of visiting different places
different cities,
different landscapes…
different scenes…
and gratefully delighted how when we return home…
How we find joy and comfort in our routines.
May we be blessed to hold onto this thought
Each morning as we step out our front door:
that whatever we choose to do today
is something
our future self will thank us for.
As we rise each morning to welcome a new day
a day that’s never before been seen…
we wonder how much of this day will be extraordinary
and how much will be routine.
And though I love when extraordinary things happen…
whether anticipated…or unforeseen
I find just as much wonder in our everyday routine.
That is the charm of our routines….if we look closely we become aware
of the awesome beauty in the everyday….and of the comfort we find there.
I’ve loved watching our family through the years…the changes have seen….
sometimes profound but most of the time mere subtle changes in our routine.
Because over the years we have found
since family is where most of our routines stem…
as our children grew from babies into adults
our routines changed along with them.
I’ve loved the routines we follow today…
as well as all the ones that have come before
because imbedded in these daily routines are traditions I adore.
We have found as we live our life
routines are where living and life coincide
And here at their intersection
tis where our love and happiness reside…
How lucky we have been
as we greet each new day…never before seen
in a lifetime spent together….
To find the extraordinary…in each routine.
I am grateful for a lesson taught to me by my parents…
that have helped to make my life happy and meaningful:
How it is our differences that make us unique…
and also what make us beautiful….
May we all one day SOON, be enlightened enough to see
the strength and energy of any society
It’s beauty, it’s health…it’s vitality
Lies embedded in it’s diversity.
May we all one day SOON, be enlightened enough to see
the strength and energy of any society
It’s beauty, it’s health…it’s vitality
Lies embedded in it’s diversity.
When it comes all the different aspects of my life…
Those things I hear, smell, touch, taste and see
like most people, I imagine…I love a wide variety…
I love a wide variety of food and drink
some good…some not so good for my heart.
I love a wide variety of sports…
A wide variety of music…a wide variety of art.
I love a wide variety of colors…
in the clothing that I choose
from the multicolored hats and shirts I wear…
to the rainbow laces in my shoes.
I love the wide variety nature offers…
from the diversity of her birds that fly
to the different shapes and color of her clouds
and the way she paints the sky.
I love the wide variety of her animals on the ground…
Her insects…from her butterflies to her bees.
I love the wide variety of her landscapes…
her flowers and her trees.
I love the wide variety of her seasons…
the way her spring and summer winds and zephyrs blow
from the silent whispers of her falling rain
to the gentle dancing of her snow…
I believe there are a wide variety of people
in this world…people just like me
Who when they look at every aspect of their life…
delight in its vast and wide variety.
Who wish that love of nature, of art and music
our clothing and the different foods we eat
Would spread out across the world
to the wide variety of people whom we meet.
A simple message to begin Pride Month (and every day)
It works for families, strangers and friends…
Good people do good things for other people
It’s where this message begins.
and where this message ends.
I consider myself woke….to me…woke means love…
I wear the woke badge proudly…I slip love on like a glove.
To be woke is to believe that love can find its way
into the life of everyone on Earth…
whether straight, bi, transgender, lesbian…or gay.
To be woke is to believe love does not discriminate
whether one is male or female…young or old…overweight or thin…
Woke does not care what religion one believes or the color of their skin.
To be woke is to believe everyone is equal…
It understands everyone is our sister or our brother.
Woke means never putting any person higher or above another.
Woke teaches acceptance, hope and generosity
principles on which to live…
Woke believes it is not how much we can take from life…
but how much we give.
To be woke is to accept and welcome everyone with open arms…
To help everyone get ahead…
To ensure every person in the world is clothed and housed and fed.
Woke means understanding how most people in the world abhor war
and wold love for wars to cease…
It understands most mothers and fathers want their children
to live in a world of joy and peace.
To be woke is a wonderful feeling…as valuable as the most precious jewel
But lately some politicians and their followers use this word
to disparage, defame and ridicule.
And so I hope and pray…everybody who misconstrues woke this way
this feeling you will quell…
that you will wake up from the dark cloud that engulfs you…
and become woke as well.
And once you enter the cloud of wokeness…
from inside here you’ll see
woke is not only a beautiful thing
but a wonderful place to be.
I am grateful throughout my life…
as my life moves by so swift…
To have viewed any time with family and friends
not only a bonus…but as a gift.
If we ever want to fix our divided world
may we all be blessed…
To understand…
We heal,
not inisolation
but in togetherness
In a world where humanity is something many lack…
Here’s another reminder…it’s not too late to bring it back…
UBUNTU
It was an anthropological study…that I shall now describe:
A basket of fruit was placed near a tree…in front of the children of an African tribe
Who were told they needed not only to be fast but resolute
because the one who gets to the basket first…gets to eat all the fruit.
When they were told to run…they didn’t at first…instead like birds of a feather
they each took the hand of the child next to them…and then they ran…together.
Together they ran to the basket…fast and resolute
Together they reached the basket… and together…they ate the fruit.
When asked why they chose to run that way…”UBUNTU” cried each lad…
adding, “How can one of us be happy…if all the other ones are sad?”
In South Africa the word UBUNTU…means ‘I am because we are’
It’s a belief we are defined by our compassion and kindness towards others…
and it’s a word that travels far
For every culture, every civilization…across the land, the sky, the seas
has a word with similar meaning…In America…it’s humanity.
Arabic, French, German and Hindi have similar words like these:
(Al Insaniyya, Humanite, Menschlichkeit, Manavata)
So do the Spanish, the Italians, the Finnish as well as the Chinese
(Humanidad, Umanita, Ihmiskunta (Renlei)
It’s a simple word…humanity…that has an allure…a wonderful attraction
but it remains only a word…until we put it into action.
I’m glad to see so many cultures have this word as part of their folklore…
I think, however, the entire world…need sto practice UBUNTU a little more.
We need to spread humanity and let our actions travel far….
We need to teach the world UBUNTU…'I am because we are’.
We need to follow the example of the children…we need to be fast and resolute…
We need to join hands as one…together…and together enjoy our fruit.