“I LOST…..”

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The word LOST has any number of meanings: adrift; mislaid; bewildered; gone astray; confused… Add your own to this list because that is what this blog is all about.  

To reflect on I Lost—in all its manifestations—is unlikely since we most often attach the experience of loss to a missing bracelet or cell phone or car keys and the fact we are certain we bought milk at the grocery store or lost our temper or yelled at the driver who cut us off or… And, believe it or not, being late for work or an event or to misplace time is also a loss because there are no take backs on Mother Earth.

So I question: What is LOST and can it be FOUND? When first I thought of this blog I made a list of the happenings across our planet and as I did my tears gathered then overflowed. I would have loved to share my list with you and come off as some superpower voice telling you what already exists within each of us. It is an identical, yet unspoken energy for we who live at the grace of our Milky Way Galaxy. This energy is always conserved; meaning it cannot be created nor destroyed.

From our first cry or wail at our birth to the unknowing at our death, not one of us will escape I LOST because we are, after all, humankind. So I offer this respite: Use the forever energy we are given as a way to find your way when LOST.

“HAVE YOU HEARD THE BABIES CRY?”

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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.

Tears for Humanity

November 18, 2010 – Typically I know exactly what I’ll write when I begin my blog. But today; well I just don’t know what will reach my fingertips as they hit the letters on the keyboard. I guess mostly I’m down—not down-and-out, just down. I see our world, as I know it, crumble like a cookie that I begin to eat at its outside edges until I reach its core; that I consume without thought. The outside edges are what enticed me but it was the core that consumed me. And, I didn’t care how bad the cookie was for me; well until it was too late.

Having been fortunate enough to travel our country and countries around the world, I know at my core level that some things are innately wrong when it comes to the treatment of humanity by despots and one mankind to another. I didn’t learn this lesson in a book.  I learned it when I looked in the humanness that lay in the eye of my fellow man.

I ask myself, ‘So Janet, are you down-and-out or just down?’ I really can’t answer that question because as I write my blog I realize I am deeply hurt by what I see and my tears blur the screen.