The fall of a dew drop; the song of the bird

The rustle of a leaf; the sparkle of a star

The whisper of a mother; the beat of a heart

Sh… sh… can you hear the wind singing to the moon?

Sh… listen to the butterfly flutter in mid afternoon

The ripple of a stream; the budding of a flower

The ticking of a clock in life’s final hour

The dance of a fetus; the pulse of a lover

The soul’s peaceful journey when crossing over

The strength of a man; the drop of a tear

The courage to overcome deafening fear

Sh… can you hear the ants working peacefully together

Sh, sh…listen to the echoes of allness and forever

The popping of bubbles; the pea in the pod

The breath of love; the voices of God

~Written by CordieB

Venom by !DagoDesign on Deviant Art

Vicious words spit from
the venomous tongue
are far more deadly
than the bite of a
poisonous snake…
for at least
 the snake’s
bite
can be mutated
with
anti-venom
…yet…
the bite of the
poisonous tongue quickly,
and deliberately
kills
the spirit-
the venomous tongue
often leaves
 permanent damage
to the hearts of the multitude

~CordieB.

Submitted for the G-Man’s, AKA, Mr. Knowitall, Fabulous Friday Flash 55.

Quote for the Day:  Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones, but Words Hurt Long After the Initial Blow.  ~CordieB.

In reality, words can and often do hurt.  However, the spiritual individual is able to counter hurtful or false words with self knowledge and truth.  The spiritual individual will not allow the ego to manefest the hurtful words in his or her heart; for she or he knows the beauty in their being and the truth in their hearts.   Also, those who live by the spirit, will not spit hateful words to others or himself.  For it is the ego that constantly battles with the spirit to speak hurt, hatred or falsehood, in order to make the ego feel good about itself.   Remember when mom told you that kids teased you in order to make them feel big – well she was correct in her wisdom.  Some adults have not grown beyond their childhood and continue to tell lies or  say hurtful things simply to make themself look big by making others look small.  It is sad actually – the insecurities and fears of some people.   The next time you are tempted to say or speak a hurtful word, remind yourself that it is your ego and insecurities which tempt you to do so.  Beckon the love, truth and wisdom of your spirit to manifest itself.  When we practice walking and talking in the way of our core self (spirit),  and what we know to be true in our hearts, we will neither utter nor absorb hurtful and/or false words. 

~Peace, Light and Love…..CordieB.

Silent secrets of the heart
Break your spirit into parts
parts of love and parts of pain
searching for one’s self again . . .

Silent secrets speak no peace
Only vague uncertainties
Leaving traces in disguise
Of dormant truths that will arise

Silent secrets tell no lies
And it comes as no surprise
When the silence breaks the core
Heart and spirit fight no more

Silent secrets have no bearing
on what we call love or caring
for they only weigh the spirit
Weighted hearts hold no merit

Silent secrets can’t tell lies
They are revealed in the eyes
Of the soul who bears evidence
Of the secret’s consequence.

Silent secrets speak so loud
Though they leave a question cloud
As to whether they are really heard
Heart and Soul speak a foreign word

Silent secrets do tell lies
to the self in haunting cries
to release their awful woe
let them loose! freely flow!

Silent secrets released alas!
from the hidden looking glass;
spirit free; heart released a ton
heart and spirit now dance as one!

I can spread like wild fires

From one to another

I’m highly contagious

Among family, sisters and brothers

I spread oblivious, at times paralyzing dread

Among unwitting lovers

Many fall so easily for me

Instead of falling for love

Leaving their souls in disharmony

minds and bodies devoid of

natural defenses; protection thereof

If one soul is infected

I can spread to the mass

I have no preference or penchant

to any race, creed or class

I multiply and mutate

With a mere, whispered suggestion

I frequently blow up to pandemonium..

becoming wide-spread infection

I can began as a simple idea

Quickly manifesting into reality

a mere negative thought passed on

is how I’m always first conceived

Deceptive; I am never what I appear

I am the root of all evil,

I am the spirit of fear…

Written by CordieB.

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Fellow blogger, phaelosopher, so clearly reminds us in his recent artlce, “A Matter of Choice, The Power of Fear or Love on Swine Flu .. that…

Love lifts the spirits, and with the lifting of the spirit comes an increase in life force energy within our entire being. These are not simply flowery woo woo proclamations.

Placing ourselves in a loving attitude has a calming, harmonizing effect on our cell physiology. It also increases circulation and has a structuring effect on the water that flows within the body, and the organizing effect on the energy field that flows around, and extends beyond it. This produces and enhances a field around us that ultimately influences what happens to us — what we actually experience — from one moment to the next.  More…

 ©2008 *DarkHunterWolf

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my mother. My mother passed away in 1980 and I never really got the chance to tell her how much I loved her.     She suffered a massive heart attack soon after we had an argument and I had left the house.  I hope you find these words as comforting as I found them when I first read them.

Forgive your mother!  Forgive her not for the things she has done or not done or for the things she said or has not said.  Forgive her because it is the only way to open your heart to self-forgiveness.  Forgive her not because you don’t have a right to be upset about the way she has handled some things in her life and in your life.  Forgive her not because she was right in making you feel wrong, or because she was wrong when she failed to acknowledge that you were right.  Forgive your mother because until you do, there will always be a void in your heart. 

Forgive your mother for the many, many times she was not the mother you wanted her to be.  Forgive her for the times she did not do things the way you needed them done.  Forgive your mother for not protecting you or speaking out in your behalf.  Forgive her for not guiding you in the right direction and for the times she totally lost her direction, dragging you along with her.  Forgive your mother for demanding things from you that she could not provide for you or for herself.  Forgive your mother whether or not she did anything wrong or bad to you.  Forgive her not because you are excusing whatever she did or however it affected you.  Forgive your mother because holding judgments against her has a devastating impact on your soul.  The judgments you hold will eventually break your heart.  Forgive your mother because the truth is, she did the best she could whether you would like to believe it or not. You may have been harboring judgments or negative opinions about your mother and the way she did or did not mother you.  

Just for today, forgive yourself for judging your mother.  Once you do, there will be nothing left to forgive her for.

 ~Iyanla~

The Eye of God - Courtesy of CordieB

There is a comfort about me

Allowing the soul to rest

Leaving no room for feelings of uncertainty or emptiness

There is a peace of mind I bring . . .

Whenever my essense surrounds

which is more valuable than all riches

I am where home can be found . . .

You will feel God must have placed you here

And left you in comfort . . . knowing you are where

 you are loved; you are free . . .

You are just where you are suppose to be . . .

You you are welcomed; you are true

You are incredibly, honestly, gloriously You. . . .

I bring. . .. warm blankets of security covering

the body, mind, and spirit

without feelings of  smothering

or fears of dreaded unknowing

I give a simple easiness

leaving no unexplained longing

Who am I. . . Click below for riddle answer . . .

I am the gentle Spirit of Belonging . . .

Have you ever been a place for which…you simply did not feel you belonged. . . It can be a home, a street, a place, a job, a relationship, or even how you are living your life.  When you experience the gentle spirit of Belonging, you will experience a joy and comfort of knowing you are on the right path . . . you are just where you should be.  Take a deep breath and when you feel the spirit of Belonging upon you . . . take heed to what, who and why you are feeling this beautiful comfort.  Thank God for placing you in this place and joyously love all and everything that is contributing to keeping the spirit of Belonging alive, well and present.

If you have ever felt the spirit of belonging. . . you will instantly know the difference when you are in a situation in which she is not there.  When you are not where you belong, you will feel a discomfort–an uneasiness.  Sometimes, you will try to blind yourself to this uneasiness. . . but it will not work.  In the end, life will not allow you to remain in this state, for it is not where you belong.

If you are not in the presense of the gentle Spirit of Belonging. . . you need to search for her in your heart and soul; summon the Spirit of Belonging to guide you the way to her presense.  Once you arrive, bless and love Belonging and all that contribute to her well being, for if you don’t,  she might disappear!

Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.

Stay protected, get tested, know your partner.  

A young woman who is a member of the church that I attend off and on, one whom I’ve always admired and who speaks and carries herself so well, disclosed on Saturday that she is HIV positive.  Although this bright young lady had testified on several occasions that she was diagnosed with a chronic illness; because she also spoke and made soaps for breast cancer awarenes, I assumed she was a breast cancer survivor or was in treatment for breast cancer.  This beautiful, bright young lady, who is glowing with  outwardly good health and youthfullness, had such a bright outlook and positive demeanor. . . She is truly an inspiration.  Although she contracted the disease from a boy friend, who knowingly withheld his condition from her, she acknowledges total responsibility.  She is often approached by young men for dates, phone numbers, etc.  She tells each of these prospects that she is indeed HIV positive.   There reaction is often a real wake up call.

Great German advertisement explaining the anonymity of AIDS.    Courtesy of Jayo http://www.flickr.com/photos/thejayblog/319707946/

Remind your friends, your children, and your love ones to never take chances with their lives – you can not determine a person’s condition from their appearance or actions:  Wrap it Up!     Also, get tested!  It’s easy and painless.  It only involves a simple saliva swab.  You will want to know in order to start proper treatment and to ensure that you do not unknowingly pass on this potentially deadly disease.
Life is beautiful and it is to be cherished by all. Pause, think about life and spread a little awareness around on AIDS Awareness Month. Encourage everyone to talk about the menace of HIV.

I’m lighting a candle for those who I know are HIV or AIDs victims.  If you would like to place a candle for victims of HIV, feel free to add that person in the comments. I will place a candle to each name added.

Carlisa Ross (Departed November 2004)

Maurice Bell (Departed)

Lenny D’Amico

Joe D’Amico

Joe Masiell

Jeff David White

"He’s My Brother"

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.

So on we go
His welfare is my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother. 

If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another.

It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on our way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.

by Sidney Russell and Robert Scott, (C)1977 Harrison Music Corp., Jenny Music (ASCAP)

I am what’s felt when we see a field of wild flowers on a crisp spring day;

I am how we feel when the doctor says everything will be ok;

I am the thought that is often felt when we wake up to a brand new day;

I am what is felt when we see "10 fingers and 10 toes"

I am that feeling of awe that comes from the beauty of spring’s first rose;

I am what is felt when we see the beauty of winter’s first snow;

I am what we feel when our child finally walks in after being out all night;

I am the emotion that one feels when the dark days have finally gave way to light;

I am what we feel when the Christmas hectic is finally over;

I’m that feeling of wonderment in finding a four leaf clover.

You may feel me when you look at the bright blue skies;

You may even feel me when you smell the aroma of grandma’s homemade apple pies;

I can be felt when the lights come on, and everyone in the room shouts "SURPRISE"

I’m that feeling of gratitude when the youngest child graduates from school;

I’m that sentiment some have when the kids know that drugs are really uncool;

You’ll probably feel me when the baby takes his first step;

And you certainly will feel me, if you still have good health and pep;

I am what’s felt when we sat down to the table to eat;

I am how we feel when our significant other rubs our aching feet;

I am the thought that is felt when we appreciate all the Joy in Living;

Who am I,

I am simply, Thanksgiving.

Written by:  CordieB especially for You.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Sunday Afternoons After Church

Sunday afternoons after church in the 60′s were so full of neighborhood and family values: Families and friends gathering together for Soul Food, good conversation–everyone wearing their Sunday best – so full of love and tradition. Boy do I ever miss those days. I myself often carry out the Sunday tradition; but unlike the days of old, it’s always me doing all the cooking and most of us did not come from church! Wow do I miss the days when many of the women gathered in the steamy kitchen talking trash, laughing – whilst the men, admiring their families, talked “business” in the dining room. Now I know that we’ve progressed so much from the 60′s; but some things, in my opinion, did not promote progress, but a sense of individuality bringing forth separation that saddens me. No longer do I see the community and family unity – everyone’s for self now. This, in my opinion, has caused depression, poverty, violence and a malady of social problems. So today, let’s strive to live that life of the 60′s, and bring family and community together.

Sunday Afternoons After Church ~By CordieB

Oh how I miss the days of old . . .

When family unity was the goal

Of every bright or weary soul

Oh how I miss the lost tradition

When helping hands was the mission

When we knew all our neighbor’s names

When we’d speak to all who peacefully came

walking down the clean sidewalks

stopping for friendly gossip and small talk

When neighbors would watch over the young

and everyone knew every one

when neighbors could spank that ass

for talking smart or acting fast

and then I’d get another one

after the neighbor told my dad or mom

When children still played hide and seek

When strong families always helped the weak

When unity meant what it should

and not simply another cliche’ buzz word

When fathers could not abandon theirs

without humilitation, points and stares

and of course lots and lots of old folk’s prayers

When the corner store owner lived in the neighborhood

and there was no such thing as “living in the hood”

And people usually acted like they knew they should

The Sunday afternoons after church dismissed

When family and neigbors gathered to reminice

And laugh and cry and love each other

and every one was treated like a sister or brother

I miss it all, but alas life goes on

So at least I’ll carry the tradition on

So if you miss those days, come visit soon

My home on Sunday Afternoons

~Written By CordieB

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