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Kahlil Gibran On Teaching

teacher who is wise leads you to your threshold Gibran

Then said a teacher, ‘Speak to us of Teaching.’
And he said:
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.
If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.
The astronomer may speak to you of his understanding of space, but he cannot give you his understanding.
The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it.
And he who is versed in the science of numbers can tell of the regions of weight and measure, but he cannot conduct you thither.
For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man.
And even as each one of you stands alone in God’s knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth.

 

Khalil Gibran self portrait c.1911Lebanese artist, writer and poet Kahlil Gibran‘s novel from 1923 “The Prophet” has been translated to over forty languages, has sold over 100 million copies, and has never been out of print. Click here to view it on Amazon. According to Wikipedia, Kahlil Gibran is the third best-selling poet of all time, only behind William Shakespeare and Lao-Tzu. [This paragraph to this point was previously shared in my post On Children]

On the right is a self-portrait he painted in 1911. Click image to visit source on Wikipedia.

My own copy of ‘The Prophet’ was given to me as a cherished gift from my brother-in-law nearly thirty years ago. It has since been read repeatedly and is wonderfully worn. I recommend it for every library so that all may read and enjoy its poetic wisdom. Namaste. Gina

[I cannot recall where I found this bright poster-image and give loving thanks to the maker of it. I will immediately add the source if/when I locate it. As always, I welcome any info in my comments.]

Tears of Gratitude

good people bring out goodThe community of writers and artists that compose the loving online family I am grateful to be surrounded by here continues to make me feel blessed.

Today I have felt my heart melt and grow at the same time, and all of it is healing and wonderful. Amongst other delightful forays catching up with my WP community, I read a few significant posts that touched me so deeply I shed tears, for various reasons.

First stop in my heart-touching travels was DhammaFootsteps writing with such tenderness and skill on the topic of the passing of his friend, a Buddhist Chaplain. His writing talent and the depth of his lovingkindness continue to humble me and fill me with gratitude that I can read about his observations. My tears began flowing as I read of her clock radio going off and filling the area with classical music. Maya Angelou’s passing and my grief process has been a part of my recent absence from blogging, and Tiramit’s eloquence felt as soothing to my aching heart as refreshingly cool water on an intensely hot day. I needed to read this and plan several rereads of this powerful piece.
http://dhammafootsteps.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/arrivals-departures/

circle of friends colourfulNext was Ivon reminding me of how young I was when I began my spiritual journey. At the time I thought I was just tracking the travels of snails and lovingly climbing (and communicating with) old trees. Before I was 10 years old I began feeling the power of God’s love for all of us… for me. I saw it in the beauty of nature and was able to understand, in my youthful openness, that it is His love for us that allows us to see beauty in the changing of the seasons or the brilliant colours on an insect’s wings, the melodious thrill of hearing a bird’s song and the glory of the full moon as it illuminates the night. So much beauty, everywhere we look, and this post reminded me of how deep my love for nature is, and therefore God, and how early it began for me. This is a part of my comment on his post: “Yes when we were little, following the antics of beetles and marveling at clouds, we were wise. This post helps me to remember that wisdom.”
http://ivonprefontaine.com/2014/07/26/when-i-am-wise/

choose people wiselyDreamPrayAct was next, where I go to read wisdom shared from Reverend Mark. He posted an important sermon, again moving me to tears. His writing always touches my heart and this time especially I could easily imagine myself sitting in the pews of his congregation, feeling his love. This is part of what I wrote in my comment on his post: “Thank you for filling me with hope and speaking in such positive terms as “You will continue to be a witness to the love of Christ through your ministry presence in this community. You will continue to give spiritual nurture to children and people of all ages.” I adore the phrase ‘ministry presence’ and I deeply appreciate the positive form of your statements throughout this incredible sermon.”
http://dreamprayact.com/2014/06/21/what-grows-in-gods-garden/

friends sisters byheartAnd finally such kindness I discovered from a friend who offered me a tremendous gift: the dedication of her post today. And even beyond that great honor, was the image and poem itself that speaks to me deeply. Sweet Amy at Petals Unfolding (herladypinkrose) offered me the gift of friendship and love in her generous heart with the image of a rose reminding me of the unfolding of blossoms that only happen in their perfect time. This gift, her powerful poem with her incredible photograph of a new precious rosebud slowly opening, is one of the most beautiful gifts I’ve ever been given. Her popular blog sharing a shout-out to me, knowing I am blooming in my own way, doing the best that I can which appears to include some troubles with writing all that I want to share about. Sweet soul-sister Amy, your loving shout-out has been gratefully received, welcomed and embraced as the loving hug it is, and please accept in return my loving celebration of the gift that bloggers such as yourself offer from your endlessly generous hearts. You mean so much and your gift has brought me great love and comfort today, and for always. Thank you kindly.
http://herladypinkrose.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/perfect-time/

keep people in your life whoAlong with Tiramit, Ivon, Mark and Amy, there are so many of you who deeply touch my heart as I enjoy reading your kind heartfelt words on the screen. I hope you know who you are (and I do intend to make a Blogroll/Links page to share all your blog’s links) but here’s my shout-out in no order to some who quickly come to mind: Jamie, Joe, Cher, Cathy, Jonathan, Lorrie, Trini-Line, Wendell, Jeanne, Kenneth, Sue, Ihsan, Lillian, Paul, Val, Sriram, Diana, Jack, Eliza, Antonio, Kendra, Sheri, Russ, Ute, Sloan. And so many more who, along with these friends mentioned, I’ll share links to your sites shortly. Stay tuned and watch for the ProfessionsForPeace Links Page coming soon!

Bless your hearts, all you wonderful writers, for the generous lovingkindness you share. You are deeply appreciated and your kindness reaches further than you may know. And I am so proud and honored to be a part of this loving online family. With loving friendship and respect, Gina

[with gratitude to the creators of these unsourced images]

Out and About

above all be true to yourself - art by Kelly CummingsMy updated ABOUT page has me excitedly celebrating all the reasons why I blog! I consider myself to be an ‘Inspirational Blogger‘ with an ongoing intention to help uplift and inspire others.

Also through this process of blossoming with bliss I have discovered a book within me eagerly writing itself out. It is by focusing on and meditating with the question What do I love that I am relishing these new discoveries of my greatest passions.

Living joyfully is no accident. I did not just wake up out of a painful life one day, suddenly brimming with smiles and happiness. It is a habit to be developed like a spiritual muscle, and I am proud to ‘work out’ daily. And as with all things in life, it gets easier with practice.

I began this blog in April 2012 and wrote my first About page. Last month I posted about Martin Luther King Jr. on both my blogs, and I then decided to really pray for clarity about why I want to blog and why I have two locations. My hero MLK had clarity. He definitely knew who he was and what his purpose was. His life was my inspiration as I sought clarity for myself. I went within and asked Why do I blog? What do I want to say? What do I hope to accomplish? But when answers didn’t come I simply asked, What do I love?

find out who you are - calligraphy by Kelly CummingsClarity about our purpose, like happiness, doesn’t just happen out of the blue. We must seek after it, lay the groundwork, and open our hearts for its arrival. Just as thoughts of gratitude and sharing kindness helps foster happiness, so too does regular prayer practice and meditation to quietly listen help foster our inner clarity.

This is worthy work and it’s worth every minute we devote to it. I encourage us all to work this spiritual muscle. Let us go within to find out who we are, what we love, and how we may be of service. What you discover on this adventure of introspection will help you to heal, blossom, and shine with happiness. Go for it! You’re worth it. And the world needs your light.
Copyright © 2014 Gina ~ Professions for PEACE

My Singing Heart

find what brings joyWhat may appear to be a simple question can often be the most difficult to answer.

Who am I?

What do I love?

How may I serve?

These are questions I’ve been mulling over, contemplating, and growing with lately. As I examine what I most love, those things that add joy and make my heart sing, the other answers rise to the surface. In moving towards what makes my heart shine with happiness, I am uncovering who I really am and how I may be of service.

do what you canClarity regarding why I blog, what I want to post about, and why I have two blogs has shone through me at last, and I am feeling renewed. Summarizing my two blogs in one sentence, Professions for PEACE is like my ministry and P.E.A.C.E. is my daily life.

Professions for PEACE is where I share my highest and most enlightened observations. I am using the definition of the word professions as in declarations, testimonies or assertions. These professions are like my Sunday sermons, so to speak, no matter what day of the week they arrive. They are my celebrations of all that inspires me. Joyful declarations of people living together in harmonious acceptance, celebrating our differences while acknowledging our sameness. It’s a faith-based place where I share what sparks my spirit, lifts my heart, and speaks to me of God. Between my longer writings you’ll find posts with inspirational quotes, posters and poetry. May each discovery of these offerings add brightness to your day.

People Excited About Co~Existence is where I post about the rest of the week as I seek the miraculous in the mundane. While the name of this site is long I hope you’ll find each visit worth it: peopleexcitedaboutcoexistence.com without spaces, caps or dashes. Co-existence begins within, in the home and in the heart. Whether we live alone or with a multi-generational family, the essence of peacefully co-existing begins inside our own hearts. I bring peace with me on all my tasks and travels, and here’s where I share how I do it. You’ll find posts on easy organizing, simple recipes, gardening tips, green shopping, walking to the store, living with pets, and other familial topics. In the minutiae of daily life I discover the shining gem of inner peace. If I can do it, any one can do it. Let’s celebrate the creation of a calmer, sweeter existence. We help bring peace into the world through happy lives and peaceful hearts.

no one injured bright side of life 400This is what makes my heart sing: celebrating what’s working. Pointing out the positive is one of the things that sets my heart to singing.

Moments that make us feel happy deserve to be noticed. I believe we need to pause, observe, and feel grateful for whatever is happening right in the moment when our hearts feel bright.
Whether it’s making kids laugh or dogs’ tails wag. Serving up an incredible meal, laughing with friends, fixing a vehicle, being in our gardens, or writing an inspiring post.

Whatever makes our hearts happy and harms no one, let’s do more of that. That’s what I share about. I blog about things that make my heart sing. May you burst into song along with me.

Copyright © 2014 Gina ~ Professions for PEACE

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Spring Fever

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SPRING FEVER: For many, those two words conjure up the feeling of falling in love but I see these two words as a reignited passion for life! I feel the urge for longer walks, and more moments bird-watching to witness the returning or ‘passing through’ winged residents. I find myself cleaning out disorganized closets and emptying sheds. Leftover Easter ham is being cherished down to every last morsel into pasta casseroles and various soups. Curtains and blinds are fully opened and windows have been cleaned of their winter dust.

I am feeling fresh and sprite too as I’m drawn to wearing my brightest colours. My usual choices of blues, greens or browns have been replaced by tops and scarves in purple, pink, yellow and orange. Buying cut-flowers at the store feels like more of a necessity than an extravagance as my spirit longs for growing things. As if to oblige all three of my indoor Christmas Cactus are quickly becoming covered with their spectacular orchid-like blooms, and an African Violet in the front window has more purple than green as it keeps sending up more and more blooms.

Just this past weekend my heart soared with the temperatures when my hubby was able to at last remove the last of the ice-hardened snowpack heaped on a corner of our concrete patio that I’ve been looking at out the kitchen window since October! Five months of only being able to imagine exactly where the edge of the patio meets the garden area. Five months of being reminded of the long snowy winters and short, fast summers where I live. Well, that short fast summer is approaching at break-neck speed and I’m filled with energy to ‘hit the ground running’.

Colorful_spring_gardenGarden Floor Plans have been drawn and lists compiled. There are certain perennials that need to be moved, primarily away from the hot sun at the front of the yard facing south, and into the cooler, more shaded area at the back of the yard. Now mind you, the ground is still frozen and only the very toughest plants are starting to show hints of green, so pre-planning is all I can do. Well that and neatening the garden: pulling off the covering mulch and cutting back last year’s dead plant matter. The lovely ladybugs scramble as they are shaken awake. I say Hello and carefully work around them as they hurry away. I send them love and hope they won’t go too far.

When it’s time to take a break and come indoors, the delicious aroma of Lentil-Pea-Ham soup greets me from the crockpot. Yesterday’s hearty Ham & Corn Chowder is nearly already devoured by the family. Hopefully today’s soup will be as well received.

I wanted to share a glimpse into my bustling ‘spring fever’ days here in early April, when the mild winds are pushing small white clouds across a bright blue sky. The temperatures are warming through the day and even staying above freezing at night (barely but 2 Celsius is good for me!). So I say Thank You God for another spring day, and thank you to all of you cherished readers for encouraging me to pause a moment and share about my day. May your day be filled with energizing spring breezes and a deep sense of gratitude that wells up and fills your heart to overflowing. Life is Good! Namaste.

I wish these photos were from my garden! These are wallpaper images off Google.

April Whimsy, and learning from others

“Remind yourself what it’s like to have fun on All Fool’s Day. Surprise your loved ones and co-workers with whimsy ~ not practical jokes that embarrass. Instead, devise comical, absurd, and amazing surprises.
At home, turn everything topsy-turvy: serve bagel, pita, or English muffin pizzas for breakfast. And pancakes or waffles for supper.
After school tell them you’ve got to take them to a doctor or dentist appointment and then head for the ice cream parlor.”
~ Sarah Ban Breathnach ‘Simple Abundance’

Perhaps it’s because April is so full of dazzling sunlight. Perhaps it’s because the earth seems greener. Perhaps it’s because resurrection is this month’s signature. Is this why our spirits start to soar? Now the season of darkness diminishes as the season of Light increases in strength. In the garden, primroses, pansies, violets, tulips, and lilacs burst with color. Each flower, plant, and bough bears profound witness to the power of authenticity. This month we continue to grow gracefully, creatively, and joyously into our authentic selves, awakening to our own beauty.
~ Sarah Ban Breathnach ‘Simple Abundance’

Painting of Red Robin by Elizabeth Blaylock

Painting of Red Robin by Elizabeth Blaylock

Thank you to the beautifully wise and creative writer Sarah Ban Breathnach. Her writings shared in celebration of April help bring me to the computer with encouragement to copy them out here.

Copying. Plagiarizing. These are generally unpleasant and emotion-filled words.

However I am reminded of an important childhood memory, at the tender age of seven, when I spent two weeks camping in a trailer with my mom and creating some of the best memories her and I made together. I enjoyed swimming daily at the campground’s outdoor pool. One day, upon waking earlier than usual, I felt inspired to go hold my nose and jump in again… splashing around like a frog and pretending I was a dolphin. Away I ran barefoot through the early morning sunlight, clad in my little girl’s one-piece with towel in hand. It was exciting to be there earlier than usual… it was so quiet! The doors were unlocked and I walked through the showers to the pool area.

There were people at the other end that I paid no mind to as I dropped my towel, held my nose and bombed into the deep end of the pool to joyfully splash and scramble with terrifying excitement to clutch the side of the pool. I swam around a bit before noticing that I was being called over. The grown-up of the group at the other end of the pool was asking if I was part of the lesson? No? I had no idea what he was talking about? At last I understood what he was saying: Terribly sorry but the pool is closed and you’ll have to leave.

I remember feeling embarrassed and chagrined, but also curious. What were they learning? What else was there to know about swimming other than jumping in and dashing to the side to bravely survive not-drowning? I clutched my towel around me and walked around to the outside of the chain-link fence. I watched. I listened to what the instructor was telling everyone. And it made sense. No one had ever told me that before. I stood there, getting a lesson without ever signing up, by watching and soaking it up. I became a much stronger swimmer that day. Less clumsy frog-like movements and smoother dolphin-like movements. I began to understand the concept of holding my breath better, and practiced all I’d seen when the pool opened at 9am.

I feel a similar rush of surreptitiously spied and copied excitement this morning. Lately I’ve ‘fallen off the horse’ of writing regularly. Feeling inspired to copy out and share Ms. Breathnach’s writings is like a gentle ‘leg up’. I feel encouraged by copying out what she wisely wrote years ago, wisdom that has inspired me for years and does again this morning. It feels the same way that memorizing classic poetry twenty years ago did for my own writing: it tremendously inspired me and soon found me writing my own poems.

It feels like newness. And growth. And spring!

Copying others isn’t always a bad thing. Copying others and saying it was our own idea is terribly uncool and creates bad karma. But copying others and sharing who it’s from and being thankful for the inspiration is completely different. We all feel honored when we can inspire another. Imitation is the finest form of flattery, specifically when acknowledged and honored.

Thanks Sarah… for helping me to get back up on that horse!

Horse Painting by Alison Zapata

Horse Painting by Alison Zapata

References:
Author Sarah Ban Breathnach’s SIMPLE ABUNDANCE: A DAYBOOK OF COMFORT AND JOY
Elizabeth Blaylock – Oil Painting of Red Robin
Alison Zapata – Horse painting

“Love Poems You Wish You Had Written”

rose petal heartThis post title was introduced to me by a blogger I tremendously enjoy following: The Dad Poet. He is a talented poet as well as a poetry aficionado. If you enjoy poetry even a bit, I am certain you’ll enjoy visiting his blog. I have learned so much more about poetry from him! He also includes videos of himself doing readings as well as other poets doing recitals, both on his blog and on YouTube.

Thank you David for the inspiration for me to share this delightful poem today! My answer to the presented question of a love poem I wish I had written is easy: Arthur L. Gillom’s “I Want You”.

This rhyming poem with its strong visuals was rather effortless for me to memorize decades ago for a wedding I’d been invited to recite at. The presentation of this poem went wonderfully, and it was a special way to lead into the reception that followed the ceremony. It is a piece of poetry I deeply cherish and I hope you enjoy. Please note that I was single when I memorized this. I allowed the powerful love these words portray to permeate my being and raise my spirits, helping me know my true mate would arrive in the right time. And it came true! If you are single and wish not to be, never give up. If you have found your love, always cherish and value your relationship. We have the power to help create our own destiny. May yours be beautiful and loving. Namaste.

Arthur L. Gillom I WANT YOU

Additional Reading:

http://dadpoet.wordpress.com/2013/02/12/love-poems-you-wish-you-had-written-4-with-walt-whitman/
http://nowrigglingoutofwriting.wordpress.com/2013/02/05/love-poems-you-wish-you-had-written-2-elizabeth-barrett-browning/
http://professionsforpeace.com/2012/06/18/on-memorizing-poetry/

Langston Hughes

langston hughes poetry lineAs far back as I can remember, I have adored poetry. I’m especially drawn to the works of poets who courageously dive deeply into their stories… their journeys through life. These are my favorite kinds of poetry: raw and honest tales of joy and of woe. These are the poetic stories which can become eternal.

Writer-poet Langston Hughes (Feb. 1, 1902 – May 22, 1967) was born 111 years ago. Happy Birthday Langston Hughes! I am joined with millions of other readers who continue to be moved by your poetic stories to this day, for your works are eternal.

langston hughes poemJames Langston Hughes was born in Joplin, Missouri. His parents divorced when he was a small child and his father moved to Mexico. He was raised by his grandmother until he was thirteen, when he moved to Lincoln, Illinois to live with his mother and her husband before the family eventually settled in Cleveland, Ohio. It was in Lincoln, Illinois, that Hughes began writing poetry. Following graduation he spent a year in Mexico and a year at Columbia University. During these years he held odd jobs as an assistant cook, launderer, and a busboy, and travelled to Africa and Europe working as a seaman. In 1924 he moved to Washington, D.C.  Hughes’s first book of poetry, The Weary Blues, was published by Alfred A. Knopf in 1926. He finished his college education at Lincoln University in Pennsylvania three years later. In 1930 his first novel, Not Without Laughter, won the Harmon gold medal for literature.

Hughes, who claimed Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Carl Sandburg, and Walt Whitman as his primary influences, is particularly known for his insightful, colorful portrayals of black life in America from the twenties through the sixties. He wrote novels, short stories and plays, as well as poetry, and is also known for his engagement with the world of jazz and the influence it had on his writing, as in “Montage of a Dream Deferred.” His life and work were enormously important in shaping the artistic contributions of the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s. Unlike other notable black poets of the period—Claude McKay, Jean Toomer, and Countee Cullen—Hughes refused to differentiate between his personal experience and the common experience of black America. He wanted to tell the stories of his people in ways that reflected their actual culture, including both their suffering and their love of music, laughter, and language itself.  Source: Poets.org

Here are a couple of delightful books for readers of all ages to enjoy:

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Langston Hughes: American Poet” By Alice Walker ~ Illustrated by Catherine Deeter

When Langston Hughes was a boy, His grandmother told him true stories of how African people were captured in Africa and brought to America enslaved. She told him about their fight for freedom and justice. Langston loved his grandmother’s stories. To learn more stories and bear more beautiful language, he began to read books. He fell in love with books and decided that one day he would write stories too, true stories about Black people.

When he was only fourteen, Langston wrote his first poem, and for the rest of his life he was always writing — stories and essays and, most of all, poems. He wrote about Black people as he saw them: happy, sad, mad, and beautiful. Through his writing he fought for freedom from inequality and injustice; and his gift of words inspired and influenced many other writers.

Pulitzer Prize-winning author Alice Walker was one writer Langston influenced. In this moving and richly detailed portrait she celebrates the life of an extraordinary man. Accompanied by stunning paintings by artist Catherine Deeter, Langston Hughes: American Poet will introduce a whole new generation to the life and works of a great African American Poet of the twentieth century, and one of the most important poets of all time.

AUTHOR BIO: Alice Walker (b. 1944), one of the United States’ preeminent writers, is an award-winning author of novels, stories, essays, and poetry. In 1983, Walker became the first African-American woman to win a Pulitzer Prize for fiction with her novel The Color Purple, which also won the National Book Award. Her other books include The Third Life of Grange Copeland, Meridian, The Temple of My Familiar, and Possessing the Secret of Joy. In her public life, Walker has worked to address problems of injustice, inequality, and poverty as an activist, teacher, and public intellectual.

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My People Poem by Langston Hughes ~ Photography by Charles R. Smith Jr.

Langston Hughes’s spare yet eloquent tribute to his people has been cherished for generations. Now, acclaimed photographer Charles R. Smith Jr. interprets this beloved poem in vivid sepia photographs that capture the glory, the beauty, and the soul of being a black American today.

Editorial Review (Amazon.com): “Smith’s knack for pairing poetry and photography is well documented in books such as Hoop Queens (Candlewick, 2003) and Rudyard Kipling’s If (S & S, 2006). Here, his artful images engage in a lyrical and lively dance with Langston Hughes’s brief ode to black beauty. Dramatic sepia portraits of African Americans—ranging from a cherubic, chubby-cheeked toddler to a graying elder whose face is etched with lines-are bathed in shadows, which melt into black backgrounds. The 33 words are printed in an elegant font in varying sizes as emphasis dictates. In order to maximize the effect of the page turn and allow time for meaning to be absorbed, the short phrases and their respective visual narratives often spill over more than a spread. The conclusion offers a montage of faces created with varying exposures, a decision that provides a light-filled aura and the irregularities that suggest historical prints. A note from Smith describes his approach to the 1923 poem. This celebration of the particular and universal will draw a wide audience: storytime participants; students of poetry, photography, and cultural studies; seniors; families. A timely and timeless offering.” ~Wendy Lukehart, Washington DC Public Library

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By Langston Hughes ~ Calligraphy Image Source: blog.susangaylord.com

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Book: What Does Peace Feel Like?

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What Does Peace Feel Like?

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Through simple words and pictures, this thought-provoking book suggests some interesting answers to the question, “What does peace feel like?”.

The author opens with children, adults, and one dog saying “peace” in different languages and ends with a listing of nearly 200 of them from around the globe. In between, his signature style on double-paged spreads asks how peace smells, looks, sounds, tastes, and feels.

The vibrant paintings work well with the text, created by Radunsky and a group of eight- to ten-year-old children from The Ambrit International School in Rome. Peace looks “like a cat and a dog curled up together in a basket,” it sounds “like everyone’s heart beating, making one big sound together” and it tastes “like your favorite food times two.”

Perfect for sharing with children of all ages who will want to share their own visions of peace with each other, this is a soothing remedy to headlines of war and terrorism.

Review Source: Kirkusreviews.com

ISBN: 0-689-86676-3
ISBN-13: 978-0689866760
Page count: 24 pages
Publisher: Anne Schwartz/Atheneum Books for Young Readers (Oct 26 2004)

About the Author – Vladimir Radunsky has illustrated many wonderful books, including ‘The Maestro Plays’ by Bill Martin Jr and Woody Guthrie’s ‘Howdi Do’. The children whose quotes appear in this book all attend The Ambrit International School in Rome. This is their first book.

Please click on these links to view this heart-warming and important book on Amazon.ca or Amazon.com

I Dreamt About Doves

I dreamt about doves today

Swirling, nearly blown away

By winds that threaten peaceful ways

doveWinds that blow, but not always

 

In my dream I saw them strive

To dip, and swoop, and stay alive

I saw that though they might look frail

These small white birds could stand the gale

 

With strong hearts they rode the storm

They used the air to transform

This ever rising threat to peace

To help us humans to release

 

doveIn my dream I saw them land

At last they settled on the sand

With boughs of olive in their beaks

They sought out humans whom peace seeks

 

These beacons had ridden out the gales

Made it through for hope prevails

Brought to us the proof of peace

That warring factions may release

Their hold on hatred, false beliefs

doveAnd gazed at me, a snow-white dove

A beacon, messenger, bringing love

I woke amidst a fluttered sound

I felt I floated off the ground

I pondered how peace does exist

I knew it wasn’t just a wish

I felt deep love for humankind

I know peace now is rightly timed.

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Copyright © 2012 Professions For PEACE 

“In Flanders Fields” by John McCrae

 field of poppies

In Flanders Fields, signedIn Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

 

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

 

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

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Inscription of the complete poem in a bronze “book” at the John McCrae memorial at his birthplace in Guelph, Ontario, Canada (Source: Wikipedia)

John Alexander McCrae (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918) was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during World War I and a surgeon during the Second Battle of Ypres. He is best known for writing the famous war memorial poem “In Flanders Fields”.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae wrote it on May 3, 1915, the day after he witnessed the death of his friend, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, who was 22 years old. The poem was first published in December of that year in the London-based magazine Punch.

(Source: Wikipedia)

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a poppy is to remember coverReview by Marya Jansen-Gruber, of the children’s book “A Poppy Is To Remember” at Through The Looking Glass

Excerpt: “This beautifully and simply written book draws our attention to why we recognize this day, how the poppy became a symbol of remembrance, and it tells the story of one special young man who wrote a poem which has moved generations of people with its beauty and eloquence. Ron Lightburn’s unaffected and often luminous oil paintings compliment the text very well.”

Click here to visit the Amazon.ca page for this lovely children’s book about John McCrae and his powerful poem.

20 Quotes on Gratitude Through the Ages

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Let us rise up and be thankful; for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.

Buddha, 563 BC to 483 BC

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Buddha with protector
Source: Wikipedia

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Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth! Serve the Lord with gladness! Come into his presence with singing! Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name! For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations.

Psalm 100:1-5 ESV

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If the only prayer you ever say in your life is ‘thank you’ that would suffice.

Meister Eckhart, 1260 – 1327

Meister Eckhart

Meister Eckhart
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The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

William Blake, 1757 – 1827

William Blake

William Blake
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Live your life so that the fear of death can never enter your heart. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light. Give thanks for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. And if perchance you see no reason for giving thanks, rest assured the fault is in yourself.

Chief Tecumseh, of the Shawnee, 1768 – 1813

Chief Tecumseh

Shawnee Chief Tecumseh
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Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803 – 1882

Ralph Waldo Emerson in 1878

Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1878
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The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!

Henry Ward Beecher, 1813 – 1887

Henry Ward Beecher

Henry Ward Beecher
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I am grateful for what I am and have. 
My thanksgiving is perpetual… 
O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. 
No run on my bank can drain it 
for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.

Henry David Thoreau, 1817 – 1862

Henry David Thoreau 1861

Henry David Thoreau, 1861
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Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The one who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.

Robert Louis Stevenson, 1850 – 1894

Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson
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In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.

Albert Schweitzer, 1875 – 1965

Albert Schweitzer

Albert Schweitzer
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Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Kahlil Gibran, 1883 – 1931

Kahlil Gibran

Kahlil Gibran
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The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one’s appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.

Amelia Earhart, 1897 – 1937

Amelia Earhart

Amelia Earhart
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If you are really thankful, what do you do? You share.

W. Clement Stone, 1902 – 2002

W Clement Stone

W. Clement Stone
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Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home,  a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.

Melody Beattie, author including Gratitude: Affirming the Good Things in Life

Melody Beattie

Melody Beattie
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Appreciation is the highest form of prayer, for it acknowledges the presence of good wherever you shine the light of your thankful thoughts.

Alan Cohen, inspirational author

Alan Cohen

Alan Cohen
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Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.

Oprah Winfrey, media proprietor, talk show host, actress, producer, and philanthropist

Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey
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Here are the two best prayers I know: ‘Help me, help me, help me’ and ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you’.

Anne Lamott, author, including Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith

Anne Lamott

Anne Lamott
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I say grace. I’m a big believer in grace. I happen to believe in a God that made all the food and so I’m pretty grateful for that. But I’m also thankful for the people that put the food on the table.

Alton Brown, celebrity chef, author, and host of Iron Chef America

Alton Brown

Alton Brown
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The whole of the life — even the hard — is made up of the minute parts, and if I miss the infinitesimals, I miss the whole. These are new language lessons, and I live them out. There is a way to live the big of giving thanks in all things. It is this: to give thanks in this one small thing. The moments will add up.

Ann Voskamp, author of One Thousand Gifts

Ann Voskamp

Ann Voskamp
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I’ve started to look at life differently. When you’re thanking God for every little thing – every meal, every time you wake up, every time you take a sip of water – you can’t help but be more thankful for life itself, for the unlikely and miraculous fact that you exist at all.

A. J. Jacobs, author, including The Year of Living Biblically

AJ Jacobs

AJ Jacobs
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A poem for breezy autumn days

As I shared in an earlier post, memorizing poetry has been an important part of my life. Especially when I was a young mom discovering how reciting rhymes could be a helpful parenting tool. This poem was a favourite of my children. Especially my youngest who asked me to recite it often, no matter the season. It is a beautifully melodious poem and can easily be imagined as a song, as I believe the writer intended. George Cooper, who lived from 1838 to 1927 was an American poet remembered primarily for his song lyrics, many set to music by Stephen Foster (1826-1864). I hope you enjoy!

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The Wind and The Leaves ~ by George Cooper

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“Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day,


“Come o’er the meadows with me and play;


Put on your dresses of red and gold,


For summer is gone and the days grow cold.”

blowing autumn leaves

Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,


Down they came fluttering, one and all;


Over the brown fields they danced and flew,


singing the glad little songs they knew.

“Cricket, goodbye, we’ve been friends so long;


Little brook, sing us your farewell song;


Say you are sorry to see us go;


Ah, you will miss us, right well we know.

“Dear little lamb, in your fleecy fold,


Mother will keep you from harm and cold;


Fondly we watched you in vale and glade;


Say, will you dream of our loving shade?”

forest floor of snow

Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went;


Winter had called them, and they were content;


Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds,


The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.

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I hope you have enjoyed this favourite family poem, one that I have adored for decades. Although it is about a hundred years old and the writer is long gone, I like to imagine that it would please him to know we are sharing it and enjoying it still. Poetry helps build connections across time and space.

Wishing you a breezy and beautiful day filled with the joy of dancing, whirling leaves.

Namaste.

My Missing Muse

It has been a busy and beautiful beginning to the fall season in my neck of the woods. Unseasonably warm temperatures have been encouraging abundant walks for enjoying the changing colours. Domestic stirrings of late have found me reorganizing kitchen cupboards and drawers. Something about the shortening days always has me cooking hearty meals and finding ways to stretch the leftovers into new and creative dinners.

Chionodoxa Glory-of-the-Snow

Also, every autumn has me digging in the dirt, finding yet another corner to tuck in more spring blooming bulbs. Nothing gets me through our long, cold, snowy winters like the knowledge that underground are beautiful blooms waiting to come up and cheer us all with the first warming winds of March. So along with many varieties of daffodils, grape hyacinths, and alliums, are now newly planted Chionodoxa or Glory-of-the-Snow, waiting to offer their brilliantly blue blooms to my early spring landscape.

There have been a couple of projects needed in our home for improving functionality and better meeting our needs. After meeting three contracting companies for estimates, we happily settled on a wonderful team. Through the coordination of the head contractor, several trades have been working in our home, keeping me busy with locking the cats safely indoors and the dog out from under foot, as well as extra dusting and vacuuming.

I have happily resumed my daily guitar-playing and have proudly reestablished the calluses on the fingertips of my left hand. Hubby and I have been enjoying playing quite a bit lately and have spent many pleasant evenings singing and creating acoustic music together.

Amidst this busyness over the past couple of months, I apparently lost my muse. The enlightened moments I’ve enjoyed have not been accompanied by any urge to write it out and share it on my blog. The disappearance of my writing muse may have happened when I took a tally of the time I was spending online in my blogging pursuits, reading, commenting, replying, visiting, and of course creating and researching my own posts. I decided to spend more time with my husband and chose to turn off my computer. I had no idea it would be so long before I would want to turn it on again.

Peace sign by Anna QuachNow I return with balance in the forefront of my mind. I want to keep up my other pursuits, but I also want to share about things. I want to share about how powerfully moved I feel in the beauty of nature at this time of year. I want to share about how strongly I long for us all to get along and accept the “otherness” of those who are different than we are. Whether through differences in religion, nationality, race, gender, orientation, political affiliation, family size, or economic situation, I want to write about how we are all the same at our core. Our hearts beat the same way. Our lungs oxygenate our blood the same way. We all travel a path towards death because life is a death sentence for every one of us. There’s only one way out, because we are mortal. In these basic ways we are all the same. No matter who we choose to love, or how we find our path to God, or perhaps towards more humanist leanings and atheism, it is everyone’s right to find their own path. I feel this so strongly that I will step out on a limb to declare my feelings about it. These are the things that bring my muse back to life. 

I want to write about these things with hope that in shouting it out I can share my musings in a way that resonates with one other person. Maybe two. Or maybe even just to hear it ‘out loud’ myself.

I give thanks for this amazing opportunity. And for every one of you, my precious and most welcomed readers. May we all enjoy a healthy balance between enjoying life and writing about it. Namaste.

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Peace Sign artwork by Anna Quach ~ Chionodoxa photo from http://www.northernshade.ca

Starry Heavens

stars treesIn another installment about my joy of poetry, and the sharing of poems I’ve memorized for recital, here is an incredible piece that I put to memory over two decades ago and often enjoy reciting aloud under starry skies. The style may be old-fashioned, as it is over one hundred and eighty years old. I feel that it begs to be read aloud with a deep feeling of love for starry nights, and displaying a joy in the voice. If you are a sky-watcher as I am, and you find enjoyment in star-gazing, I encourage you to give it a try. Encourage your inner theatrical side, and surprise someone by reading it at your next campfire or fire-pit, especially on a brightly moonlit night. May you and yours enjoy the passionate quality of this wonderful piece of poetry.

 

The Starry Heavens

Written by Robert Montgomery (1807-1855)

 

Ye quenchless stars! So eloquently bright,

Untroubled sentries of the shadowy night,

 

While half the world is lapped in downy dreams,

And round the lattice creep your midnight beams,

 

How sweet to gaze upon your placid eyes,

In lambent beauty looking from the skies;

 

And when, oblivious of the world we stray,

At dead of night, along some noiseless way,

 

How the heart mingles with the moonlit hour,

As if the starry heavens suffused a power;

 

And full in her dreamy light the moon presides,

Shrined in a halo, mellowing as she rides,

 

And far around the forest and the stream,

Bathe in the beauty of her ivory beam.

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Robert Montgomery (born 1807 – died 1855) was an English poet and minister. He was educated in Bath, Somerset. In 1828 he published The Omni-presence of the Deity, which reached its 28th edition in 1858. In 1830 Montgomery entered Lincoln College, Oxford, graduating B.A. in 1833 and M.A. in 1838. Taking holy orders in 1835 he obtained a curacy at Whittington, Shropshire, which he exchanged in 1836 for the charge of the church of St. Jude, Glasgow. In 1843 he removed to the parish of St. Pancras, London, where he was minister of Percy Chapel. (Source: Wikipedia)