each day is new

 I was joking with my niece the other day about the kids keeping their towel that they swim with and re-using it. She joked back and said and you get one towel for the shower all week too.  I am sure I might have said that at some point. Encouraging less waste and holding on to your towel and using it more than once.  Maybe it is unusual in this privileged life we lead.  Yes I said privileged life as we have so much here in America, we waste so much and it's okay that is what we do. But is it really? I recently got to travel and let me tell you we stayed at an AIR BNB which was someone's home and guess how many towels they gave us for a 3 day stay? 1 towel each. Not per day, but for the whole stay. I have stayed with others who also do that. So it isn't uncommon in other countries or in this country to use one towel for a few days.  So I started thinking what else... well in other countries  It isn't uncommon to ride public transportation all over everyday.  A majority

Break the curse they said,  Start a new  but before long  Addiction set in  Depression,  a new view Does Addiction come first  or depression start or is it self medication  of a broken heart? Natural, or man made  It's all the same-  up, down a cycle round  Everyday no choice  to make  It gets you in it's hold  LIFE STOLE but you need it and want it  each day it anchors you down a living decay. And the  Curse is still there  Wings broken, no care Apathy all around.... and you can't get off the ground. a fledgling still  the bottom of the hill. a clouded mind ties that bind Curse not broken  only.......you  cause you decided to self  medicate  decide your own fate.  No matter though  how far you go Hope still remains  to get up  clear up fall seven  eight,get up nine.  Break the curse while there's time.

 I admit I am a star lover, a sky lover, a moon lover. I love to look at the vast sky and see the beauty if provides. Throw in a meteor shower and I feel like I am the luckiest person alive.  As I was praying this morning, I began to cry - to cry for my family that struggles at Christmas, the lost family, the family crossed over, gone, moved on and just not here. I cried for what was and what is and what will be. Before long I was no longer shedding tears for prayers but now feeling sorry for myself. Funny how our emotions always land on self even in our best effort, with the best intentions of thinking of others.  I began to search for comforting scripture and I just have not been able to get the "star" out of my mind. I decided to look up the star and see how it guided and comforted the wise men.  I was in a play once and one of my lines was "oh the Star, if only he could find the star( the girl I played just wanted a non-believer to believe ) " I think of the son

 This time of year is so joyous and happy yet also hard for many. It is a time of parties and family and gatherings. In this time there are some that are missing from that equation. Loss, either through death or maybe just someone moved on, moved away, loss is loss and can create grief.  To live is to grieve. Grief is the price of Love....We are surrounded by it. It is part of the ebb and flow of life.  As I look around I see more than grief, I see busy. We busy ourselves and we often miss the little things of life that are so precious. Busy, busy, busy, life blows by. Here you sit in the dark living in the what if's and why's. I see apathy. We hide. We turn on Netflix and binge watch whatever we can in our few hours of being off of work or our 'downtime'. We shut out and turn off the world and revert into ourselves looking for that peace of comfort we find in nothingness in our dark bedroom searching for peace through the TV. Before long we are looking for light. We be

 That moment when you get THE news The kind of news that leaves you shaking on the inside  Then you realize your holding your breath and can't hide. The kind of news that makes you feel like you could cry, you want to leave Because, fight or flight kicks in but you remain, and feel the bleed. Responsibilities, distance, all that is required of you. But you just hold your breath and feel like you turn blue. And life is going on all around,  You are removed from the Chaos, yet bound Cannot do your work or concentrate on the now. Yet, you cannot teleport to family and be there somehow. So you sit and feel like a zombie, frozen like a bird in snow The empathy is heavy and the heart is low. Thinking of memories passed, thinking of the life Replaying words and phone calls and all the strife.  But each life is special and each person is too  We live, we die, it's how we are made to do.  So we all do our best to be the comfort and show the love We offer words, we offer hugs At the end

 The New Leprosy I often think of leprosy when I think of the mentally ill.  A true Health disparity still.  Sitting alone, while we sit on a hill  They sit in group homes  In jails, a tiny cell, an underpass, a tent.....a hell.  All because they are different  but they are sick all the same But as a society we treat them isolated, mame They beg, they plead We say set boundaries, they bleed. They bleed on the inside While we tell ourselves  There is a divide. They made their choice long ago But they don't choose much No one wants their brain to loose touch We sit on our soap box for so many Yelling inclusion, diversity, and acceptance  They don't get any. They stare off if medicated right Like a zombie with no might If not they speak to the air,  Some violent, lack care Some friendly, some mean. But they are people,  they should be seen.  They deserve dignity and  respect as we all do. Not like a leper not like a shrew Ignored, alone, isolated Cast down, cast aside. No solution