This is a blending of differing thoughts, at a time when we are forced to look at the “natural” and “unnatural” forces which surround us.
Summer breezes tickles my toes, as I snuggle into my favorite reading chair of plaid, thoughtfully placed under a double hung widow in the summer sun. Light white gauze curtains dance as shadows now, upon my ceiling. The rhythmic dance of a breeze long awaited, wisps tender golden leaves from my Birch.
I peek above twice read pages, the leaves flickering, waving, enjoying my attentive eye, and saying good-bye til next…we meet. You see, we’ve become accustomed to our time together…I can’t help but believe that my Birch has been reading over my shoulder, and also, becomes spiritually filled to the brim ~ we both gracefully bow to each other and bid farewell, as a new season, new books to discuss, new colors to adorn our dreams awaits its birth.
An old friend will enjoy Holiday music and flames in the fireplace as it says hello, not replacing my Birch, just scattering leaves to my front porch, colors and hues befitting the gods.
My Birch, is now barren, dormant, sleeping, dreaming of a new season which brings a new stage to our lives.
Thank you dear summer, for all you’ve shared – toes in the swimming pool, mourning doves in flight, flittering and fluttering to find room at the table I’ve laid before them; small twigs you’ve provided – nature’s building blocks being eyed for new nests as trees are trimmed; kitty cats preparing new fur, no longer losing it within the corners of my hardwood floor walls; the full moon of late which has stopped me in my tracks and shared a tranquility, one I cannot locate within. You so have provided. And, least but never last – another year I’ve been blessed to share with you and for that, I am forever grateful. I hear the far away drum summoning a new season.
Once again, we face the inevitable: Man’s Inhumanity to Man – As a Society, we are deeply effected by our surroundings, beit Mother Nature, humbling us, all powerful and in one sweep of her hand, devastation commands us, once again, to pray for our world and we are brought together into one consciousness to heal. Warfare, man-made, suffering at another’s hands, lives devastated by those with no remorse……I must remind myself never, ever to lose faith in the Almighty, keep a guiding light in my heart, and feel a responsibility always for my brother, as I am his keeper and must remain vigiligent as I may, by one simple glance, be warned that our peace is threatened. I pray that I keep awareness keen, and always remember to help those in need.
“Are We Our Brother’s Keeper?”
“I ask you, why is this a question? Do we not ‘feel’ the answer, knowing deep within our hearts the responsibility assigned our conscience? A question answers a question. Rhetorical…..a circle, all unending attempts to avoid the grief that surrounds us, albeit a natural disaster for which we claim no control…attempts to save a part of the world by annihilating human life…living a pretense that ‘survival’ of humanity depends upon saving only yourself, our physical possessions all contributing to the puzzle creating a false image of who we are…
Hurricane Katrina has humbled ….but not those untouchables with their hearts of gold, the commodity on the stock exchange; that gold is held tightly unless a
write off for donations to the “needy” applies April 15; the rest of us sit in limbo, humbled, shedding tears for those of such a horrific torrent from the gods, humbled as perhaps we need be in order to become more humane, look outside and hurt for those in exile.
We follow their untoward journey from the TV sets, yet a path awaits us, as well. One which twists and turns into territory we’re afraid of…the unknown. Let us not be observers. Let us mow an elder’s lawn, pick up groceries for those home-bound, for God’s sake, do something. Let us not take the opportunity to be grateful we have the means to help someone, somewhere and not squander our lives, looking into our mirrors.
God Bless all in their suffering and displacement from their families, their dignity, their independence, and God forbid they lose faith. Yet, we, too, can help restore faith in mankind ~ one step in the right direction…..” Written by Lisa O’Hara