Each time I hear, see, or speak the words SOUL LIFE I revisit, for the moment, my childhood. How easy it was then to visualize every possibility as I had yet to place parameters on my own dreams. Still time has a way of shifting who we are and I now consider my dreams—past and present—an element of my Soul Life.

Why you may ask? Well it began at my birth. I was surrounded by family on all sides and wherever I wandered. Each voice conveyed innuendo as to the caretaking of a spiritual life. Of course I was typewriter_legswtypewriter_sample_img_2unaware of this until years later and my encounter with a high priestess; my Great Grandmother. She arrived in America from Italy long before I was even a thought. And until I was a grown woman I did not spend much private time with her. Until that one day…  Her blueprint was to rock slowly back and forth on her front porch; a grey shawl wrapped tight about her shoulders. On this morning she shared with me saying: “It’s my time!” She continued rocking and added: “The angels carry my soul back to God.”

She continued her rocking cadence but remained silent; even though I asked her to explain …my time. Whether or not she lived beyond “…my time” I shall never know. Yet that moment with her I shall never forget.  

These days there are social media sites across the spectrum as to the Soul and its purpose before life during life and afterlife. Our guides in this open dialogue are names like Deepak Chopra, Gary Zukav, Eckhart Tolle, Oprah, Wayne Dyer, and so many more. I do not pretend to speak on their behalf or on behalf of my great grandmother.

As to the word soul I see it as an intention given by God with a return date required.


Whether or not William Shakespeare of Stratford-upon-Avon wrote or did not write the works attributed to him—as some claim—does not in my mind cast a shadow of a doubt that “The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark or HAMLET for short, dates between 1599 & 1602 and is a masterpiece of betrayal—a  blog for another day.

Today is about the phrase from Hamlet “…to be or not to be” that we the people persist saying to this day. Yet how or when the words is the question” were added to the phrase I cannot say. Perhaps the answer is in the play itself or in our need to find answers for questions that are unanswerable.

As in Shakespeare’s Hamlet, life and death is still in the balance of how we humankind are to be or not to be. Our energy is intensifying and we look to Mother Earth who looks back and asks us: to be or not to be? Generations of those who built a solid steadiness we counted on weep at our breakdown. Malevolent and Noble continually cross swords to assure a win and the people cry out: to be or not to be. Children, being children, sense the MIGHT of the swords and reach for a sanctuary. The Statue of Liberty—a gift to America from the people of France—stands in bewilderment at her role to be or not to be.

The older word Musing means thought or reflection or deliberation and broadcasts to the world…TO BE OR NOT TO BE IS THE QUESTION!



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The humankind mothers of the before times and the mothers in this moment heard their child’s first cry. How each mother answered that wail is still ringing in their ears. On Mother Earth it is expected that each newborn comes with tears to shed for all that each of us will encounter throughout our life. Yet the total tears destined to be shed are equally in the hands of those who are the baby’s caretakers.

Since I am not qualified to speak for the varied mothers in the Animal Kingdom, I will not. But I will add that in my international travels the babies in each pride we encountered are sheltered and violently protected; even at the cost of their parent’s life. And yes, even some spiders who give their own body as food to allow their many babies to survive.

Yes, worldwide health issues silence many a newborn’s first cry. Yes, there are those who try to help yet cannot due to a lack of knowledge, religion, fear of immunizations, corruption, and the silenced voice of women. I am certain you have your own list so I won’t continue.

But in America, so far, we have national and state and county programs and courts of law, and law firms, family counseling, etc. to protect that first cry of a newborn. Yet, the criteria within these well-intentioned agencies cannot and do not hear nor see the babies cry.

“Have You Heard The Babies Cry?” If so, how many total tears are we willing to tolerate on their behalf? First we will hear their whimper and then their scream.

“The Voices…”

liberty_000Year 2014: Can’t you hear our wailing? Do you not sense the rise as we lift from the ashes of war? Have you not yielded to the whimpers of the children? Has not power been revealed as an Achilles’ heel? Humankind’s voice is shouting: even when silenced by tyranny or partition. For it is within the privacy of every  thought that each voice cannot be denied its intention.


Year 1903: Perhaps American poet Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), born in New York City, said it best in “The New Colossus” {a sonnet written in 1883 and on a bronze plaque in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty; placed in 1903.}  

Give me your tired, your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

THE VOICES: Those yearning to breathe free then and now—one-hundred and eleven years later—shall not be silenced. For once a lamp is lit its glimmer is cast for all time. 


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Providence is a word that means outside influence, destiny, divine intervention, fate… You get the idea. I NEED such definitions to offset the perplexed America I hear on the news and view on social media. I ask myself: “Are we truly in the days of anarchy?” If so, I’m looking for answers as to why.

But there is always that noted double-edged sword in play in the game of life; ours and that of our country. We can stay undercover or we can uncover or do both to find our truth. For it is there that our destinies dwell. 



This picture is how I remember President John F. Kennedy: Assassinated November 22, 1963 in Dallas, Texas.

That day I’d just returned from lunch to the FBI Offices in downtown Denver. I was a stenographer there. Inside it was disbelief and we kept saying: NO. NO. NO and then I cried and then we got to work. The FBI Agents scrambled to talk with informants and to make sense of something so out of character for America. It was a deep loss for Kennedy’s family but a lifetime loss of the sense of a secure America. We dialed home to be certain our families were not in harm’s way and I wept!

No one truly knows what Kennedy’s legacy would have been; nor that of his brother Robert Kennedy; also assassinated. Looking back in the Mirror of Time I see a reflection of what might have been and what is. This is why I wept…even to this day.


KingMartin Luther King, Jr. was an American clergyman and activist best known for his role in the advancement of civil rights using nonviolent civil disobedience. (1/15/1929—4/4/1968)

King said many things, but I find this quote (pictured) to be as relevant today as it was forty-five years ago; maybe even more so. It is one of those absolute truths life forces on us until we notice.

On this tribute day it came to mind to wonder what America might look like had King lived to teach us more about integration and not segregation; and here, I’m not speaking of shades of color. Instead, I’m speaking of humankind’s silence at a time when each voice is required to safeguard our hard-fought freedoms. It is, after all, our civil right!


typewriter_legswtypewriter_sample_img_2We, all of us, just entered 2013 with Mayan foreboding. But, the end did not appear to happen so like the magician pulls a rabbit from a hat, we all applauded the hoax. But, my sisters and brothers, the Maya Peoples are correct; just look and see into every corner of your understanding of what America, and Earth for that matter, used to be.

Oh there’s greed and political infighting where NO American wins because it isn’t about us any longer. I used to watch the “news” where each media paints a different picture based solely on spin. So, I’ve learned to distrust all but what I, the individual, actually experience moment-by-moment in MY life.

I’d love to bore you with the details of MY life, but really that would only be my spin. So maybe it is enough to ask you to consider that the Maya had it soul-right… 2013 begins the uncovering of what it is to be humankind in the Milky Way that has no solid ground beneath it.

“JULY FOURTH – HOPE AND FAITH…” July 4, 1776-July 4, 2012

Hope represents all human emotion whether we wish for it, have it, anticipate it, or dream about it. Faith, well that is altogether a different word because it requires us to trust, believe and commit to faithfulness. Words are never just words! They quantify the depth of belief that exists in the souls of all humanity. I believe hope and faith are the decisive factors that will determine human survival.

Today is INDEPENDENCE DAY (not the movie, which I loved) but the one commonly known in America as Fourth of July: commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776 {236 years ago}.

“When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them…

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter…”

I could forever search Webster’s Dictionary and never craft the freedom words the 1776 Committee of Five gifted to a new America. I remember their words whenever even the least of my freedoms disappear. It’s cumulative you know; the loss of freedom. Ask your sisters and brothers around the world. They’ll tell you.