By Patricia Cori
My back pressed into the old chair
My mother nursed me there
So long ago
A little threadbare for the wear
But still there…
A breeze from the window comes
warmed by the sun.
The scent of jasmine, is it?
Or lilacs, from the hill above?
There again, just a subtle trace …
That fleeting blush across my face.
How sweet … the smell of fresh cut lawn,
that too has its place
in my landscape.
There are no greater moments than these
just to breathe.
To need nothing more than this
Is truly bliss.
There is nothing more
No other wish.
We want a candidate who has no illicit wealth, no connection to corporate funding, no interest in war, no appetite for power.
We want someone who cannot be manipulated, overrated, intimidated or exfoliated.
It should be someone who has never uttered a bad thought, a word, and idea, an opinion. One who can nonetheless stand up to every opinion of every world leader, corporate mandate, individual person, hell – even alien – that exists.
With all respect to everyone creating and sharing information on our information highways: it’s time for a reality check! I am hearing some wild, fantasmagorical even delusional constructs being delivered to the human race and particularly our spirit communities and there is a certain gullibility factor we need to address.
So many people, desperate for something to believe in and cling to, are being steered off course completely.
Lets get grounded in discernment.
If you are not totally IN LOVE with this earth, you’re missing something immense, inestimable, eternal. You’ve stopped loving being here because you’ve stopped loving humanity and all we are capable of. You’ve been groomed to do that – to fear everything and everybody, to trust nothing, to cower in the face of all adversity, to sit at home, afraid to go to restaurants, cafe’s, the malls, theater, trains, airplanes…. and to believe it’s unsalvageable. That the earth is DONE.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
by Patricia Cori
There is a colossal storm out there.
The greatest you’ve ever seen.
And it’s frightening.
Are you prepared for an emergency? Power outages, flood damage, panic community behaviors at the stores? Truth is even a few days without heat and electricity, food and water, can be life-threatening.
Here is a list of essentials I’ve compiled from my own experience last winter, and from friends in the FB clan. Do what you can to stock up and not be caught OUT IN THE COLD if something comes down in your region of the world.
From long-time friend, Kurt Rampley, these two provocative drawings. The first, to the left, he entitled “space face,” which he says just “came to him.” The second he describes as a “human descending to a dual starred planet,” a vision of how our race could be “spread through space in never ending forms.”
There is a wonderful small book with a big message written by Thich Nhat Hanh called “Love Letter to the Earth”, which has inspired me to write this blog.
Most of us live our daily lives without much thought to Mother Earth – we get up, have a shower (those of us fortunate enough to have a shower and hot running water), brush our teeth, grab some breakfast, rush off to work or get the kids to school… and so the day continues – we fill our minutes and hours with frenetic activity until its time for bed – even then many of us have trouble sleeping! OK maybe some of us do think of the environment and so forth but how many of us truly give much thought to the Earth and what it means to us.
By Patricia Cori
What if someone told you that every living creature on the planet plays a part in some unheard but incredible symphony of the very Earth itself, and that the music of Homo sapiens is just a drop in the orchestral ocean?
For over a decade I have been singing this message to my readers. The world is alive in an infinite opus that has the rhythm of the waves, the song of whales and dolphins – even the minute whispers of the insect world – playing the song of the earth in one exquisite symphony.