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Saturday, September 12, 2015

Man's Best Friend

A big black dog
brown eyes alert and watchful 
walking steadily and slowly.

His companion tall and straight
grey eyes shifting and blank
walking steadily and slowly.

All around them on city streets
this beautiful day, any day, holds security
only because of the bonds of trust between man and dog.



“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.”
~ Roger Caras

Friday, September 11, 2015

Thanks to Volunteers

When the pay cheque is not in dollars ~ just keeping busy is really not enough
So what’s a person to do!

At Beacon Hill Children’s Farm ~ Volunteering is the solution. Mucking out stalls, picking up after goats, feeding the animals, chickens and ducks, grooming the miniature horse, Peanut Butter, and her corral-mates the donkeys.
Many the tasks that keep the Farm running and humming for families and children, large and small, that come to the yard.
Sounds like a lot of hard work ~ and it is ~
Work done willingly by many volunteers of all ages
with great hearts and steady hands, smiles and cheer 
trusted to come for a short time or long and some are back year after year.

“Volunteers do not necessarily have the time; 
they just have the heart.
~ Elizabeth Andrew

Thursday, September 10, 2015

When Blossoms Return

Revolving doors spin and turn
Revolving lives grasping and gasping
In and out
Up and down
Come and go

Relationships tangled and drowned
in chemical mixes of drugs and alcohol
until slowly, slowly
mixes and tangles separate and float apart
some to never return

Belief and trust in others builds by ones and twos
as belief and trust are offered in health’s direction.
And so, health and smiles return with gratitude ~
revolving doors open,
revolving lives blossom.

“The return is one of the hardest shots to make 
when you come back from an injury.”
Lindsay Davenport

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Organizational Detour

Organization sets a path
Creates a map
Designs a daily journey

Organizational change
Re-routes the map
Detours into a different land

But……
Trust in the original design
Develops a design for a new daily journey



“I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. 
My organization lacked something ~ like, say, organization…..”
~ Richelle Mead, Succubus Dreams

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Book Review: The Jaguar's Children by John Vaillant

Initially, The Jaguar’s Children seemed only to be about the horrendous migrant experience of two young Mexican men, Héctor and César along with many others, smuggled into the United States in a truck carrying a water tank. Once everyone was inside the water tank, the entry was sealed with promises that they would be released upon reaching their destination. The truck breaks down after driving far enough to be over the Mexican/U.S. Border.  The smugglers leave the truck and leave this human cargo with promises to return with help.

César and Héctor are trapped with strangers. César is mortally injured. Over the next five days, the dying of the members of the cargo is described in graphic detail. Delusions are mixed with memory, physical deterioration, desperate belief about water sources that never come. Hector, the narrator of this story, tells César’s story on a dying cell phone with hopes that he will be able to reach AnniMac, a contact on César’s cell phone.

An interesting twist to this story is that César was a young scientist learning about GMO’s ~ specifically the genetic changes to corn. Corn, one of the three sisters (corn, squash and beans), has historically been part of the Mexican diet. As well, it has been the staple crop of the Mexican farmer. The genetic changes will change all of that and César knows and is willing to tell.

Trust was inherent in this whole story. Trust in family, ancestors, science, and money. Betrayal was also inherent in this story ~ rooted in money, belief in science over cultural history and, unfortunately, humanity.

The Jaguar’s Children is an easy read about dark and disturbing subjects. John Vaillant, a known non-fiction author of The Golden Spruce and Tiger, has mastered, beautifully, The Jaguar’s Children.

“These are the times we live in, where the Spanish god of Jesus 
and the ancient gods of Mexico and the modern gods of business 
are harder and harder to tell from one another.”
~ John Vaillant, The Jaguar’s Children

Monday, September 7, 2015

Believing In Myself

Trusting myself has been difficult
Difficult to envision and to practice
No map or manual to show the way
Teachers all around showing the way in action and deed.

Life begins by trusting others.
In the earliness of growth in age and experience,
grasping for wordy trust in others,
emotional survival fails ending in tatters

Transferring trust in others
to trust in myself ~ belief in myself
where the soil of spirit is dry and barren
needing nourishment from laughter, joy and tears.

Stepping one tiny step forward
into a world unknown, breath held tightly
feels like stepping into an abyss
unaware of supporting unseen Universal Source

Breathing in the air of trust
Letting go of the air of any fear or anger
Believing in the ability to move forward, back or to the side
Knowing that decisions made in trust are true.

“Don’t allow pride, ego and insecurities of others stunt your growth.”
~Yvonne Pierre,  The Day My Soul Cried:  A Memoir

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Growing into Trust

A child trusts
No thought
No decision
Automatic and real

Clinging to parents
Hiding behind grandma’s skirt
Trusting that there is protection 
In a parent’s embrace, in grandma’s love

Stepping out into the world
Trust does not blossom so easily
Betrayal breaks any bonds 
Learning to be your own protector comes at great expense.

Expense of the heart and soul
Learning what trust means
Finding out that trust will always be easy
And just as easily broken

Trust is to be tempered ~ 
Tempered with discernment and kindness
Humanity has many ways and many needs
To trust that all will be in agreement is a dream…

“Trusting is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder.”
~ Maria V. Snyder Poison Study