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In the vast expanse of what we know as the entire universe…

May we all strive that our presence on this planet we call home

be a blessing…not a curse

Today I’m grateful for the words of Olivia Harrison

who was more than George’s wife….

She also knew the pathway to a satisfying life.

‘If you see someone falling behind…walk beside them

If you see someone being ignored…find a way to include them

Always remind people of their worth…

One small act could mean the world to them.’

May we be blessed to see…

Oh how I wish we could! 

How beautiful life would be 

If we understood what George Harrison understood

It’s a simple plan for living…

for keeping our life on track:

How the amount of love we generate…

determines the love we will get back

May we be blessed to always…

with the child within us stay attuned…

May we never stop chasing rainbows

or trying to catch the moon.

May we be blessed every day we are alive

to keep an open mind

keep an open heart 

and never to stop learning

To keep the light of love

acceptance

compassion

liberty

and the light of justice burning

 The first  lesson of a candle

is how it loses nothing when it shares it’s light

In fact…when used to light another candle

it then burns twice as bright. 

I knew she was a candle from the day I met her…

always willing to share her light…to help in any way.

She possessed the power of a candle

the ability to brighten up a day.

The second lesson of a candle 

be it day or be it night

within the beauty of its flame

is the resilience of its light.

I knew she was a candle because the more she burned down

the more light she seemed to gain…

and even when she stopped burning…

her candle light remained.

I do not know the exact day her flame burned out

by that time she had long ago moved away…

but I do know the flame she shared with me

still lights my heart today.

I knew she was a candle the day I met her…

I could see the light within her eyes…

What I didn’t know is once she shared her light with me

Her light would never die.

I was wearing my tie-dye rainbow colored hat 

in the bookstore the other night…I’ve worn it a lot this year…

when a lady came up to the counter and said,’ 

“When I saw your hat through the window…I knew I’d be safe in here.”

It’s fitting as I’m writing this…that I’m walking in the rain….

why is this important…let me take a moment to explain…

There’s a reign of terror falling from our skies

that, unfortunately, generations of people have felt before…

A human-made reign of terror that yesterday…

found it’s way into our store.

You see there is a blatant disregard for human life…

for what is fair, unbiased and just…

and it’s difficult, while it’s raining…

to know who we can…and cannot trust.

As with open arms we smiled and welcomed this women into our store

I couldn’t help thinking of the Native Nations, people of color

anyone who is feeling…or…who has felt this way before….

And I was glad my little hat…that’s been my lucky hat all year

played a part in letting this woman know there was nothing she need fear.

When terror is raining down…with so much out of our control…

when we see it hardening so many hearts…and infecting so many souls

It’s up to us to walk tall and bravely through the rain each day…

to do our best tot stop this reign of terror from washing our world away

Perhaps the best that we can do…until this reign of terror is through

and the light of truth, kindness and justice once again appear…

is to provide a place where people can say…

I know I’ll be safe in here.

We went to our Ava, our granddaughter’s, soccer game the other night

and once again I was shown

how everybody…every family…has a story of their own.

We saw some familiar faces (as at Ava’s soccer games we always do),

people who’s stories we’re familiar with…because we’re in a chapter or two.

Of course when it came to the other team and their families

I did not recognize a face…

In fact this night might be the only night our stories interlace.

And though we had our eyes on Ava while the game was on…

in those moments in between…

we had a chance to visit with some parents from the other team.

We talked to a couple all bundled up because the night was Florida cold

and another couple with a baby who just turned one month old.

Since Ava is the goalie we tend to do our cheering as we stroll

back-and-forth along the sideline closest to her goal.

As we were rooting for Ava to block every shot…

her goal posts to control….

next to us was a father from the other team

cheering his daughter, Ryan’s, shots would find their way into the goal.

I complimented his daughter Ryan…he complimented Ava…

and we reached this harmonious accord….

because Ava blocked a lot of shots…and his daughter Ryan scored.

It was a pleasant evening…as for one night our lives intertwined…

being a part of their story…as they were part of mine.

And I was once again reminded…as Ava’s soccer game began…

how we should try to walk into each other’s stories…

as gently and lovingly as we can.

May we be blessed to comprehend

to one day understand 

what was obvious..what was clear

to the first people who walked this land 

How when we look at time, the air we breathe, 

the rivers, the mountains, 

the trees, the animals…the flowers

there is no mine

there is no yours…

there is only ours.