“SOUL LIFE…”

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.

“THE MORAL ARC ~ IS HUMANKIND TEETERING?”

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Perhaps I ask the question in this title because the local and international news venues of every ilk tend to deliver humankind’s worse traits to our homes, cell phones, social media, churches, schools etc. And if that were not enough, they interweave the wording toward one ideology or another. Recognizing this ploy is what drew me to ask this question: “What is The Moral Arc of truth these days?” Okay, for those who would remind me that there are warm moments included in the news to counterbalance the unthinkable I would ask: which news story actually remains in your awareness?

Moral is a word with many implications. My 1966 Dictionary A-Z has a three-inch column devoted to this one very important utterance. Here are a few: character; genuine; concerned; teaching; virtuous; duty; goodness, and moral fiber. And Arc is a word that is part of any curve; especially of a circle.

We Humankind are the writers—whether we believe it or not—of our life story. There are also elements we have in common like wondering of a Big Bang or a Cosmos Energy or God or Mother Earth—Our Home.

And second-by-second Mother Time Inquires: “The Moral Arc ~ Is Humankind Teetering?”

~ THE WEB ~

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~ THE WEB & A SPIDER’S WEB ~  

The  Web and a Spider’s Web are beautiful and deadly all at the same time. Coined by J. L. Montera

Yes I too stepped into the void that is The Web and doing so I learned new terminology and uncovered a world out in the Cloud that is The Web. I learned that each step one takes to build a platform is a crucial step not to be taken lightly. To understand that not knowing is okay at first but this luxury is not permanent and can be fatal. I took advice from the clued-up yet wondered how technology would ultimately impact me as a person. Would I find value added to my hard work or become stunted as to who I was and the products I create?

For example, to trust something called an eBook that actually does not exist until downloaded. Or copyrights with ISBN numbers that float by on the back cover of every river of creativity.

The Web is like a Stage where each name of every actor is present to prove their competence and guarantee their resources are enough for the World’s Stage. The governments of the world are present as well to capture the accolades that are collected in every monetary value.

Social Media on The Web are second-by-second scenes that soar past leaving a void where story telling used to be. There are harsh scripts by bullies of all sorts with the intention to do harm. Those attending the play have no recourse but to believe what the script intended so accept the unacceptable. Or worse, writes a different play that wounds and the plays go on.

The Web that is a Cloud and The Spider Web that sustains a spider are, I imagine, here to stay. So the last line of my play warns: What is beautiful can also be deadly!

“MIGRATION & HUMANKIND & ELEPHANTS…”

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In the Serengeti, every year between the wet and dry season, the elephants migrate hundreds of miles at great peril to their younglings and themselves. Yet to not migrate is a death sentence to this Keystone specie. As I write this, the words death sentence catches my thoughts as we watch humankind do the same all across Mother Earth.

My family migrated too, from Brazil and Italy and England and by Wagon Train. Their intention was a better life in America for themselves and those of us yet to be born. In so many ways THEY built the America we were to be raised in and taught us the value of a place called HOME.

Today I’m conflicted about humankind migration because the media of every flavor spins THE STORY in so many ways. So I go back to the voice of those who came before me. Their intention was a better life and education for their children and FREEDOM. Freedom is a word that means free expression so I ask: If one who is not allowed a voice arrives in a place that does, what are the consequences to them and the country they now live in?

How I wished I’d have asked that question of those who came before me. I’ve never known anything else but liberty—Migrate…Integrate…Assimilate…Build!

Like the elephants, humankind will forever migrate. The Serengeti Elephants eat 350 pounds of food a day. If their droppings were not left behind there would be no fertilization for the grasslands to grow and that would change and ultimately destroy the Serengeti and all its inhabitants as we know it today.

Yet again Mother Earth speaks on our behalf…But are we listening?

“WHAT IS TRUTH?…”

TRUTH – the word means fact, reality, honesty and loyalty… Words that live inside me as part Janet's logo textof who I was, where I came from, who I loved, why I loved and who I am. Those who came before me set the stage I was to step out on in what is known as LIFE.

But these days I wonder whom to trust with my understanding of Humankind on Mother Earth. The Power Brokers: Governments, Media, Movies, Social Media, Prejudice, Education, Killing Fields etc. all vie for My Voice.  

So, I don’t know if I’m right about this for you, but for me, like when the swollen rivers rise, I head for higher ground; a place where I remember the sound of My Own Voice.   

 

“Education…The Tree of Life”

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Education is a word that includes teaching, learning, tutoring, edification and culture. There are so many ways to instruct: Fear; Dialect; Cruelty; Respect; Intolerance; Lenience; Schooling; Life, and Self-Taught.

Why should we Humankind care more for who and how we educate than for sports or killing or social media or dominance or hatred? It seems obvious, but is it? Obvious is a word that means observable; so are we observing the demise of the import for an educated society?

The Teaching I speak of ranges from the family elders to the formal educators and the Students I speak of seem unmindful of the need to absorb knowledge in all its forms. Yet some, like last evening, graduated with General Educational Diplomas (GED). Their individual stories were compelling and each shared a singular trait: A declared worth for their pursuit of knowledge.    

To be Watchful of Education is Humankind’s Contribution to One Another.

“PROVIDENCE: UNDERCOVER OR UNCOVER…”

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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. 

“POWER AND MOTHER NATURE…”

shadows treesSo, because of the devastation and beauty of Mother Nature—revealed on television and throughout social media—I trust that HER power to bring us peace or heartache is without question. We The People experience HER wearing our masks of prejudice or our ability to feel the sorrow of others.

Mother Nature is a great teacher imparting that WE  HUMANKIND are in this together whether we know it or like it.

 And—despite those who believe their power encircles the masses—Mother Nature reminds us that EARTH is her domain and WE are but travelers learning how POWER corrupts or beautifies our world.     

“THAT HOMETOWN PUBLIC LIBRARY…”

book coverLibrary means a collection in the truest sense of that word: the printed and the people kind you’ll find in your hometown public library. Regrettably, some people know nothing of libraries, public or otherwise, because they are denied access to such splendor.

Public libraries smell of ink and dust covers and titles and tomes and antiquity. There is connectivity when a small boy asks a librarian: “Where are the dinosaur books?” Young girls, well they mostly pick a title printed in a light lavender color.

Some readers may remember The Music Man when a group of busy-body town ladies share with Professor Harold Hill that Marian the Librarian advocates dirty books. All important, and in turn, they spit out… “Chaucer!” “Rabelais!” “Balzac!” (Song: “Pick-a-Little, Talk-a-Little”). In a different scene that takes place in the Library, Professor Hill sings to Marian: “…it’s a long-lost cause I could never win, for the civilized world that accepts as an unforgivable sin, any talking out loud with any librarian…” But, that was then and this is now.

I have a question: Do computers and iPads/Kindles and social media and a fast-moving society hinder the illumination of the local public library in your hometown?  Pause… What if we climb aboard that bandwagon too quickly? Because, in all actuality, public libraries may be the last bastion to access, freely, our confidential choice of whatever we choose to read.

“WERE THERE EVER “GOOD OLD DAYS”…?

YES… Actually, “I Am The Good Old Days!” Life then was political; but appeared to work on behalf of the American People. It was women’s voices across clotheslines. Life was onerous work intended to help future generations. Family life included a belief in God that we each venerated without scrutiny. Our teachers knew our parents and endorsed an education for each child in their care. Bullies existed, but were reigned-in by parent-to-parent solutions. We worked (for pay) at any age and did so, not for us, but for the family. No one locked their doors; we had so little to steal (I guess)? We stood and honored the Flag of the United States of America everywhere because we thought it honored the soldiers and our fathers who never returned from war. And, yes, we knew that life would change.

But, I never imagined a social media that opened a window onto the world of all that is human; at least to those of us still free to utilize it. This media requires us to see/hear everyone’s slant and thus we are left to find our own truth between the chatter. Neighbor-to-neighbor we are still United; for survival sake. If this were only true of our elected politicians who want to win; even at the expense of continued existence of the United States of America.

Yet, I never expected that my AMERICAN FREEDOMS would begin to crumble; in lesser, unreported, underground eruptions. My only solace: I did, once, live in the Good Old Days and so I know a freedom when I see one!