Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 186 – 6/20/2018

Named Journeying June 20 World Fefugee Day

“Refugees are mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, children, with the same hopes and ambitions as us—except that a twist of fate has bound their lives to a global refugee crisis on an unprecedented scale.”
~ Khaled Hosseini ~

Today is the 18th annual World Refugee Day. The United Nations Refugee Agency sponsors this day recognizing and raising awareness about the world’s obligation to welcome and shelter refugees—those forced to flee violence or disaster in their home land.

On 4 December 2000, the United Nations General Assembly in Resolution 55/76 decided that, from 2001, 20 June would be celebrated as World Refugee Day. In this resolution, the General Assembly noted that 2001 marked the 50th anniversary of the 1951 Convention relating to the Status of Refugees.

World Refugee Day reminds us that all human beings are valuable, we all deserve protections, and we are all personally obligated to care for one another.

Now More Than Ever, We Need to Stand with Refugees…

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”

~ MLK ~

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 185 – 6/19/2018

Named Journeying June 19 Juneteenth jth2

On June 19, 1964, the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was approved after surviving an 83-day filibuster in the United States Senate. Ninety-nine years earlier, on June 19, 1865, we celebrated the first African-American Emancipation Day, the oldest nationally celebrated commemoration of the ending of slavery in the United States… Let us celebrate today with the words of President Obama on June 19. 2016…

Just outside the Oval Office hangs a painting depicting the night of December 31, 1862. In it, African-American men, women, and children crowd around a single pocket watch, waiting for the clock to strike midnight and the Emancipation Proclamation to take effect. As the slaves huddle anxiously in the dimly lit room, we can sense how even two more minutes seems like an eternity to wait for one’s freedom. But the slaves of Galveston, Texas, had to wait more than two years after Lincoln’s decree and two months after Appomattox to receive word that they were free at last.

Today we commemorate the anniversary of that delayed but welcome news. Decades of collective action would follow as equality and justice for African-Americans advanced slowly, frustratingly, gradually, on our nation’s journey toward a more perfect union. On this Juneteenth, we remember that struggle as we reflect on how far we’ve come as a country. The slaves of Galveston knew their freedom was only a first step, just as the bloodied foot soldiers who crossed the Edmund Pettus Bridge 100 years later knew they had to keep marching.

Juneteenth is a time to recommit ourselves to the work that remains undone. We remember that even in the darkest hours, there is cause to hope for tomorrow’s light. Today, no matter our race, religion, gender, or sexual orientation, we recommit ourselves to working to free modern-day slaves around the world and to honoring in our own time the efforts of those who fought so hard to steer our country truer to our highest ideals.

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may we be… free at last… free at last…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 184 – 6/18/2018

Named Journeying June 18 Keep Families together

The true character of society is revealed in how it treats its children.

~ Nelson Mandela ~

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“The practice of separating families amounts to arbitrary and unlawful interference in family life, and is a serious violation of the rights of the child,” spokesperson for the U.N. human-rights office.

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Basta! Enough!

outrage continues to grow with the US’s inhumane zero tolerance policy of separating families at the border…

we  are required to act… please shout out your concern for children, children are not political pawns… we must safeguard their lives and earn the honor of being their protectors…

our hearts are all braking as we witness families trying to start a new life only to have their families torn apart… we can do better than this, we must do better than this… our actions matter – let us support those yearning to be and breathe free…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 183 – 6/17/2018

Named Journeying June 17 Flight Jo

on this day ninety years ago, another first flight took place when Amelia Earhart embarked on the first trans-Atlantic flight by a woman… flying from Newfoundland to Wales in 21 hours, she captured our imagination forever… her legendary feats are the very emblem of courage — and of a being who refused to let fears and adversity ground her dreams…  let’s take this moment on astonishing lightness of being day to revel in her flight and soar…

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The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward.

Everyone has oceans to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?

No borders, just horizons – only freedom.

Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace.

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freedom forever…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 182 – 6/16/2018

Named Journeying June 16 Whale Watching 2014 006 Hug Point Gateway..

there are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors…

~Jim Morrison~

i thought i was going to travel down a familiar path today and then life’s heartsong pulled me onto another path through a gateway into unitive consciousness… one of those journeys deeper into the heart cave, a journey of emerge and see, where you watch the tides and wait until they are going out so as not to be flooded and in the waiting trust is building… in the journey, in life, in flow…

yes, to breaking out of the shell, free from fixed prison walls…

and, to re-member in this moment, this beautiful moment…

You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.

– Buddha –

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in this moment, this beautiful moment,

greet yourself with elation

as you arrive at the threshhold, the doorway home…

smile and breathe in this wondrous stranger…

embrace yourself, reverence yourself, open your heart as wide as you can to yourself, to the whole youniverse…

sit, feast, luxuriate, dance your radiance

diving ever deeper into the ocean of love…

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this contemplation is a gift of love given to source in appreciation for the gift of life… may this gift bless all our relations and expand and return a thousand thousandfold blessings…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 181 – 6/15/2018

Named Journeying June 15 Blessing the Space Between Us Nags Head 2014 2 019

feeling in rhythm with the sun today

slowing down, standing still, listening in a deeper way

floating under a cloud into the heart cave

breathing at the frequency of the cosmic compassion wave….

blessing the space of grace where we interbe

transmitting lovingkindness without words,  communing silently

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and for this moment, let’s be the space of grace…. smiling to start our internal love engine, let’s reach out our hands to one another to pass the love around the world and as we breathe in deeply through our one one heart feel our belly, our core, our heart cave expanding as we chant together…

may we be filled with lovingkindness

may we be well

may we be peaceful and at ease

may we be happy…

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may we be at peace

may our one heart remain open

may we realize the beauty of our true nature

may we know the astonishing light of our being

may we be a source of healing for all…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 180 – 6/14/2018

Named Journeying June 14

Let difficulty transform you. And it will. In my experience, we just need help in learning how not to run away.

~ Pema Chodron ~

What is Freedom?

But it’s not impermanence per se, or even knowing we’re going to die, that is the cause of our suffering, the Buddha taught. Rather, it’s our resistance to the fundamental uncertainty of our situation. Our discomfort arises from all of our efforts to put ground under our feet, to realize our dream of constant okayness. When we resist change, it’s called suffering. But when we can completely let go and not struggle against it, when we can embrace the groundlessness of our situation and relax into its dynamic quality, that’s called enlightenment, or awakening to our true nature, to our fundamental goodness. Another word for this is freedom—freedom from struggling against the fundamental ambiguity of being human.

Excerpted from:

 Living Beautifully
with Uncertainty and Change
by Pema Chödrön
pages 6–7
trusting the journey of divine mystery…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 179 – 6/13/2018

Named Journeying June 13 Lady Liberty Comforting

drawing down the energy of today’s new moon of truth, a familiar soul question lives me… what is breaking your heart, breaking your heart so completely that the heart breaks wide open… a rush of images floods the banks of consciousness…

for nearly 150 years, Lady Liberty has welcomed to our shores the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free… now, this poem is being rewritten to say that when those fleeing oppression come to our shores we will treat them as criminals and snatch away their children and replaceingLady Liberty’s torch with a pair of handcuffs…

we are called to be a wold of peace built on justice guided by love… it begins inside of me and thee… and there is so much support activating outer action… families belong together is holding a day of action tomorrow, will you join me in living our mission?

let us revisit the truth of Lady Liberty…

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “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-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

 ~ Emma Lazarus ~

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Our world and our lives have become increasingly interdependent, so when our neighbour is harmed, it affects us too. Therefore we have to abandon outdated notions of ‘them’ and ‘us’ and think of our world much more in terms of a great ‘US’, a greater human family.

~ His Holiness, the Dalai Lama ~

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Love Your Neighbor… #Keep Families Together…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 178 – 6/12/2018

Named Journeying June 12 Mt Adams 6-10-14-004-Im-Possible-Dream

peace is in the air – are you feeling it? this moment, this historic moment is one of celebrating peace… today, two world leaders met for the first time ever, shook hands and agreed to a pledge of no more war that will come in the form of a peace treaty ending a conflict of seventy years… following the meeting, Trump and Kim also pledged to recover the remains of American prisoners of war and those missing in action from the Korean War… this commitment was one of four plans outlined by the leaders after their historic summit, where they promised to work toward complete denuclearization of the Korean Peninsula…

on the eve of the new moon, a new day dawns, peace seeds are already sprouting filling the air with the fragrance and frequency of peace…

peace is in the air…

in the eternal chorus of the ocean singing to the cliff,
in the silent whisper of the stones,
in the coyote howling to the moon,
in the twinkling eyes of children,
in your beloved’s hand holding yours,
in the smile of a stranger,
in the good, the true the beautiful that one can witness all over the planet

peace is in the air…

may we all celebrate our collective dream of peace coming alive this moment…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 177 – 6/11/2018

Named Journeying June 11 Bird Love Eaglet Aria Re-Joy-Sing

drawing down the energy of the darkening almost new supermoon in gemini, the moon of trailblazing, of listening to the soul song, of leaping in faith, fledgling aria reminds me of an old story from africa…

When a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come.

And when the mother is pregnant, she teaches that child’s song to the women of the village, so that when the child is born, they will welcome her with that song.

And when the child goes through the rites of puberty, they come together to sing that song.

And when the child falls, or hurts its knee, they will pick it up and remind her of the song.

And when the child crowns a noble achievement, they will celebrate with that song.

And if ever … along the way … the child gets swept up in the world and loses her way, the villagers will come together and remind her of her song.

And finally, when the child passes away, they will honor her life by singing the song.

as we pause on the precipice of a new moon journeying into the unknown, may  we sing courageously…