• #BeReal,  1000 Voices Speak For Compassion

    Even If My Hands Shake-A #1000Speak Post

    I am normally not the type of person to make others uncomfortable. It feels wrong to me to make others feel bad about themselves. So, I try to make small changes in my own quiet ways. Usually by writing, and yes, I totally realize the irony in that statement. But for me, writing is a small way to have my voice heard. Right now, however, I’m feeling helpless and worthless because there are terrible things going on the world over. And so, I feel it necessary to speak up now despite whatever backlash happens because I can’t take the negative impact anymore. It’s more than time we sort out the…

  • 1000 Voices Speak For Compassion,  Compassion,  Love,  poem,  poetry

    Choose Love

    The color of skin does not matter. Gender does not matter. Sexuality does not matter. Religion, politics, whatever flavor of ice cream one likes…does not matter. There is always someone who is going to say you are wrong because you are not like me. How sad that is. I’ve thought about things for the last 24 hours. I’ve thought that maybe if we had more control over the media and forced them to report only those things that are true-no embellishments for publicity or to control certain perspectives-then we might have more tolerance for things. But, no. We would still be dealing with ignorance and gullibility and fear, and those…

  • #BeReal,  1000 Voices Speak For Compassion,  Compassion,  Love,  Thoughts

    I Have a Dream…

    I have not written in a long while. My little grey cloud of depression still sits over me, though there are bits and moments of Happyness that break through. I am doing my best to stay positive and smile and laugh despite the longing to find a place to just curl up and be left utterly alone till the rain has run its course. The reason for my writing today is that I tend to do a lot of thinking during these moments. I don’t always write my thoughts down for few want to hear the raw feelings and the stark questions that I ask myself when I get this…

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    You Never Know What Voice Is Going To Speak To You

    I’m sitting here in my kitchen having my second cup of tea and being fairly lazy. Most of the housework is done but there are so many things I could/should be doing and I’m debating whether or not to continue being lazy and just taking it easy today. The sun is shining and it’s 93 degrees at noon here in the mid-cities area of Dallas/Fort Worth. Really, if you look at it mathmatically, I have less days to be lazy at my age so I should accept the arduous responsibility of enjoying these last summer days of what could actually be the last days of my life, right? Hmmm….housework, writing,…

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    So Done With The Hate

    Human Ribbons By Jesi Scott   Colors everywhere- Pick one, pick two, pick a rainbow… Why not? Show your colors for the world to see That you’re in unison, that you agree, That your voice is one of thousands Who uphold the same views, The same perceptions, The same realities… Then mock those who choose a different color than you, “unfriend” those who choose to walk a different path Or have different opinions Because they don’t have the right to their own thoughts, Their own morals, their own decisions, their own voices- They are wrong. We must all be the same, all agree with the “right” ideas, never disagree or…

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    Hypocrisy and Why Love Doesn’t Win

    Hypocrisy: the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one’s own behavior does not conform; pretense. Hypocrisy is something I am all too familiar with. I first became aware of it when I turned 13 and began realizing that there were people in my life who said they loved me yet acted in a manner inconsistent with their words. At the same time, I became increasingly aware of this same practice in the church we attended. As I grew, I watched the hypocrisy grow around me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was intensely sensitive when I was younger, I wore my heart on my sleeve…

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    #JeSuisCharlie, Ahmed, & the World

    No pictures today. Just words. The last week has been rough, especially since the Paris shootings which took place this past Wednesday (also my son Jack’s tenth birthday). If you are not aware, the satirical newspaper office of Charlie Hebdo was attacked by gunmen who shot 12 specific unarmed people as well as an officer. The very next day there was another attack at a grocery store in east Paris. I’ve seen and read the reactions from people around the world, and it makes me feel a little bit of comfort that people are acknowledging the senselessness of this act of terrorism. However, and in all honesty, I have been…