If you get a chance… a very simple way to honor Earth Day might be to take a walk! Feel the uniqueness of our planet, our home! Enjoy a poem inspiring gratitude for the connection…
Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.
The best part of blogging is the exposure to other blogs. When ennui steals my enthusiasm or muddles my motivation, all I have to do is type in a search term and I am transported away to the wonder of other places. Exploring the blog-o-sphere can be an instantaneous zip to anywhere – from Hokkaido, Japan to the North of England. People walk and talk all about the globe.
Unencumbered by a fear of heights, sure of my ability to slow down and brake, I take chances and look over the stuff that is fresh and green. As I move along through the internet, passing by posts and landing on pages to see what others are writing, (or where they are writing from) I gain a new perspective – vast and invigorating. Astounded by the stunning vistas of photography merging in and out of my view, many of the blogs evoke feelings of wonder and amazement. I am humbled and slightly intimidated by the gravity of it all, yet mesmerized, until I feel the tug to keep moving.
It’s no secret some of my favorite hobbies are walking, writing, hiking, photography and travel. I try to do these things as much as possible in my current life, but I realize daily – I am very new, and very young at this.
There are amazing sites out there, and their creative guides live in, travel to, photograph and write oh, so peacefully, about the exquisite and unique places on Earth. Some of these are blogs I follow and highly recommend for their particular perspective, others I visit once in awhile.
I am still very unsure of my place in all of this, but I am committed to the exploration and urged on by the incredible work of others. There is much beauty, peace and gratitude in the serene and natural world of the blog forest and I am grateful for all of it. My soul flies along a line of happiness.
For now, I will continue to aspire and soar above my fears. My goal – to keep finding new platforms to scale, because…
This week, the news has been interrupting the tranquility of my walks. Too many notifications, disturbances, rhetoric, protests – before, during and after. How do I find balance? At one end – the comfort of “living under a rock”, at the other end “anxiety over each and every reminder of awful or mean spirited action”.
I tell myself…peace is a circular path, like a loop in a walk. Good days and bad days. Keep trying, believing, stay on course and never, ever give up…
Bloggers for peace challenge – Write a post in the voice of your favorite peacemaker. What if you embodied MLK or Gandhi on your blog? Imagine writing a post in the voice of Bob Marley. What would Mother Teresa blog about? Here goes…
Today, I learned a good lesson. The poverty of the poor must be hard for them. While looking for a home I walked and walked until my arms and legs ached. I thought how much they must ache in body and soul, looking for a home, food and health. Then the comfort of Loreto (former home) came to tempt me ‘You have only to say the word and all that will be yours again,’ the Tempter kept on saying… Of free choice my God, and out of love for you I desire to remain and do whatever be your Holy will in my regard. I did not let a single tear come. Mother Teresa
Dear blog, as I think about the words I wrote in yesterday’s diary, I pray to God and meditate in the silence of my walk. It is in the silence of the heart that God speaks. I don’t pray for strength to get through this journey, I pray for acceptance of God’s will.
To know the suffering of others, we must walk with them. It is a simple path. A path of doing simple things with great love. My calling is to share the suffering of others. To walk in poverty is to know the suffering of others, it is also to know the gifts of giving and receiving.
I will act with love and kindness to those who have lost all hope and faith in life. I will lose myself to understand others. I will walk as the homeless walk.
Earlier today, I met a homeless woman on the street. Exhausted, I took a rest with her. As I sat down next to her, she told me her story…
She was struggling with drug addiction. Recently divorced from someone who beat her up daily, she ran away. With no money and no job, she left her life with only the clothes on her back. She refused to be a burden to her family, determined to sort through her misfortune and shame alone, and on the street. She wouldn’t cause the people she loved most to suffer or worry because of her. In her mind, it was in this act of kindness for her family that she found her joy.
She chose this spot, on this street in Andersonville, because people were kind. As they dropped change into her cup many would actually talk to her, ask her how she was doing. In this bustling neighborhood of young families, she was always impressed by the parents with children who stopped to visit. In other neighborhoods – she was ignored and feared, like a lump of smelly trash on the sidewalk, but not here. Here, they respected her as a member of the block and offered compassion along with what little they had to give. Even if the gift was as small as a conversation.
As she told me her story, she rummaged through the tattered pile of black bags she was sitting on. She pulled out a rumpled box of cookies. Explaining how they were a gift from another homeless person down the street, she said she couldn’t help but notice how pale I looked, she felt I should eat something. Gladly, I took the handful of cookies she offered.
As we ate in silence, I couldn’t help but feel the presence of God in this person. She had renewed my faith. As I stood up to get back to my journey, I thanked her for the food – nourishment for my soul and my body. I couldn’t believe it when she grabbed my arm – and she thanked me. I was the one who rested with her, I let go of my troubles listening to her story, I ravenously ate her food, but yet, she thanked me. She said it was for the look in my eyes as I sat with her. She noticed it was a look of love, a look she hadn’t seen or felt in a long time.
It is at this time that I came to know this truth…To know the suffering of others, we must walk with them. It is a simple path. A path of doing simple things with great love. MTeresa
In order for the world to become peaceful, people must become more peaceful. Among mature people war would not be a problem – it would be impossible. In their immaturity people want, at the same time, peace and the things which make war. However, people can mature just as children grow up. Yes, our institutions and our leaders reflect our immaturity, but as we mature we will elect better leaders and set up better institutions. It always comes back to the thing so many of us wish to avoid: working to improve ourselves.
–Peace Pilgrim (Mildred Lisette Norman July 18, 1908 – July 7, 1981)
Please… take 11:00 minutes out of your life to learn about an amazing and inspiring woman…a walker for peace.
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