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Motivational Monday – A Midsummer…. Note.

Dear Readers,

First, a warm thanks for all your support and positivity exuded to me here and in general. Deeply indebted. I usually refrain from talking politics on my blog but in the current climate, there’s some things in regards to bullying and harassment that I’d like to address candidly.

I know all of us can relate to the turbulent times our world is going through. How sad that issues from long ago regarding racism and the like are still alive and unfortunately well today. Instead of posting numerous, bloviating posts about my disdain for our current Presidential administration, I figured one note would be as effective. Embarrassment sums it up for me. I never thought in a million years that people unqualified to represent the USA would ever have a chance to do so. Wealthy men are currently trying to take away equal rights and empathize with the plights of the poor and working class people. Revolting.

But, to every wrongdoing there is a right one. Think back in history. Dire events like this creates pioneers, protesters, and advocates to “right the wrongs” of injustice. Dignity, grit, ethics, grace, knowledge, and humanity are just some of the words to associate with leaders. I hope my country will have this again—a fair and strong democracy. Currently we have a bloated miscreant smeared all over the “real news” who thrives on avarice, misogyny, and callousness—thanks to unlawfully buying his election from you know who. No worries people. Groups like the ACLU and Change.org (with our help of course) will aid in Trump’s comeuppance. Mark my words. The biggest gripe I have are the lies and bullying that has been in his backdrop from the get-go. It doesn’t just end in politics. It’s everywhere really. Whether you’re in school, at work, traveling, etc. Bullies thinking they can get away with this crass behavior. They’re wrong. No one has the right to harass or defame anyone and if they do, punishment is in order.

My blog is and always will be open to all, no matter what religion, race, or sexual preference. Diversity and kindness have always been (some of) my favorite words. This is a time for us to keep striving farther than ever. Endurance and respect are key. Hard work pays off. It starts with care. Caring about your life, loved ones, people with illness, children, environment, people with disabilities, neighborhood, people you pass by on the street, etc. Banding together, protecting each other goes on for infinite miles. No one, no matter what rank they hold, can ever take away your integrity, reputation, and conviction.

I leave you with words of wisdom from a couple of great men:

Our goal is to create a beloved community and
this will require a qualitative change in our souls
as well as a quantitative change in our lives.” 
~ Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

“Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself.” ~ Harvey Fierstein

Ciao for now,
Lisa

 
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Posted by on July 24, 2017 in Unedited Quill Spills

 

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Did everyone luck out with a great Dad like me?

Happy Fathers Day! A dedication poem to all the amazing Papa’s out there.

My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love
E. E. Cummings

My father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir and squirm

newly as from unburied which
floats the first who,his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots

and should some why completely weep
my father’s fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.

Lifting the valleys of the sea
my father moved through griefs of joy;
praising a forehead called the moon
singing desire into begin

joy was his song and joy so pure
a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice

keen as midsummer’s keen beyond
conceiving mind of sun will stand,
so strictly(over utmost him
so hugely) stood my father’s dream

his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn’t creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile.

Scorning the Pomp of must and shall
my father moved through dooms of feel;
his anger was as right as rain
his pity was as green as grain

septembering arms of year extend
less humbly wealth to foe and friend
than he to foolish and to wise
offered immeasurable is

proudly and(by octobering flame
beckoned)as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark

his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he’d laugh and build a world with snow.

My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)

then let men kill which cannot share,
let blood and flesh be mud and mire,
scheming imagine,passion willed,
freedom a drug that’s bought and sold

giving to steal and cruel kind,
a heart to fear,to doubt a mind,
to differ a disease of same,
conform the pinnacle of am

though dull were all we taste as bright,
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit,all bequeath

and nothing quite so least as truth
—i say though hate were why men breathe—
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all

 
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Posted by on June 15, 2014 in Unedited Quill Spills

 

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Thank You Note

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Thank You Note

 
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Posted by on July 10, 2013 in Unedited Quill Spills

 

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