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I Have a Dream
Fifth-three years ago today Martin Luther King, Jr. gave one of the most inspiring and telling speeches ever given by a person from this country. Today I listened to a young man, Patrick Miller, a middle school teacher here in Amarillo, give this same speech totally from memory with no notes. I feel saddened at the extent to which King’s speech still rings true, that although we have progressed tremendously, people of African descent and others of color still experience prejudice at so many levels in their lives, frequently on a daily basis.
Here I offer other quotes from Martin Luther King, Jr.:
Life’s most persistent and urgent questions is, “What are you doing for others?”
We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies.
The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.
“All Children Are Our Children” by Carol P. Christ
This is a rather long read the gist of which is this: what if “we were taught to love and nurture and be generous to others” and these were the primary values in the world rather than the current values. “What if we were taught to open our hearts to the world? Would domination, violence, and war be possible?”
“All children are our children.” As I was posting my recent blog about the shooting of black men by the police, these words came into my mind with the force of revelation. At the time I was looking at a photograph of Philando Castile, taken at his place of work. Yes, I thought, my heart opening: “he is my child too.” This widening of the heart is at the center of the maternal values of ancient and contemporary matriarchal cultures around the world. It is a feeling some of us who were mothered well enough or who mothered children—including children not our own—carry within us. Is this the healing balm our world needs today?
Maternal values? So many of us turn up our noses at such a “gendered” term. Perhaps we were not mothered enough in our families of origin. Perhaps we still feel un-mothered. Perhaps we don’t want…
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Water Messages
In the process of conducting research for another poetry book, I came across this information. Dr. Masaru Emoto authored “The Hidden Messages in Water”. This is a quote of his from a book by Doreen Virtue: “Both love and gratitude together are very powerful, and the union of both vibrations creates the best and most beautiful crystals. I believe that H2O stands for two parts gratitude and one part love. This is the most powerful formula of all.”
When water was shown a photo of a dolphin, the crystals changed. In the middle of the crystals was a shape. It looks like a photo of the pineal gland. For some this is the shape behind the third eye.
Marriage
ONE
Afraid of revealing me the Essence of Me
Mother told me Boys won’t like it
Too smart Too aggressive
Too full of Myself
Too serious Too intense
Too adventuresome
Too nasty a temper
Too in love with Possibility
Too Too Too Too Too Too
I took her advice
Married a Genius Scientist
Safe Timid Disadventurous
He liked me because I could Shoot a
Bird off a Wire
a hundred feet away.
In time We All Died
Him Me the Bird
TWO
Last night I dreamed of him
Black velvet, young, strong, sexy, arrogant.
I had to have him!
This morning
I almost told our daughter.
Then I Remembered
It took nearly 31 years for me
to Learn
She has a sister only 3 months younger.
She told me.
He has never said a word.
THREE
I remember the time he touched my face, melting me.
I married him;
My face slowly, inexorably froze.
FOUR
I was a very good investment.
He consistently insulted my daughter.
We are ALIVE and HAPPY.
He’s DEAD.
Christmas Thoughts
Snow falls in a
driving wind.
If the roads become
too awful, I will
celebrate Christmas
alone.
An awful experience?
No.
Beauty lies outside the windows and
in my heart.
Heat radiates from the fire.
Food fills my refrigerator.
Music bursts from CDs’.
Joy!!
Christmas always brings delight and
reflection.
You do not have to be a Christian to
feel the meaning:
Kindness
Tolerance
Empathy
Giving
Receiving
Accepting
Families
Friends
Love
Joy!!
Meeting on the Internet
Who are you?
Are you
who you
say you are?
Is your profile
a lie to
attract the gullible
or your heart’s
outpourings,
your soul
open
for all
to see?
Will you tell me
truths or
lies copied
off a website
designed for predators
cleverly disguised?
Will we dream of
touching,
mouth to mouth
passion,
bodies hungry
or perhaps
a relapse
into despair,
malaise?
Will we grow
to love
happiness
or to cynicism,
disillusionment,
a lie?
True Love
“True Love. Is it normal…?”
Wislawa Szymborska
Who gets it?
Does it descend
like lightning
striking
only the lucky?
Is it a curse,
a blessing,
a gift?
Me, I’m clueless.
I think perhaps my parents had it.
I don’t.
Never had
or did I miss it,
the strike
the blinding?
Lust I understand.
True Love??
I Have Lived
Depression, sad days, melancholy.
Gone!!
At 26, I said, “To hell with this!
You control your life; live it!!
I tried forbidden liaisons, trained horses,
Went around the world, a cobra wrapped around my neck,
Walked the Shalimar Gardens in Kashmir,
Watched the Taj Mahal reflected in still waters,
Stood before the Jama Masjid in Old Delhi,
Strolled the streets of Katmandu,
Talked with monks at the Shwedagon Pagoda,
Bargained with sticks in dirt, math our only common language,
Downed raw turtle eggs in Costa Rica,
Danced on table tops, sang “Adonai”,
Roamed empty roads across the Navaho Nation,
Raised two charming children,
Married, divorced four times.
I have lived, running on the rim of wonder.
This poem is a response to another Mary Oliver assignment for the SCN poetry class. The prompt was to write about how we might have lived differently or made different choices. On the whole I possess few to no regrets, have been to places never dreamed of, met astonishing people all over the world, and live exactly as I want to live. I feel blessed.
July 27 – Summer
July 27 – Summer.This was published yesterday by the Story Circle Network on One Woman’s Day.
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