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because it is what it is… LIFE!

Categories: Reflections.
With dedication to his mom who loved him unconditionally and appreciated his love and warm snuggles and willingness to pose when a photo op presented itself
…

“Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to new understanding
With the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky
More beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile,
Leave footprints on our hearts
And we are never, ever the same.”
Categories: Reflections.
FOR OUR WORLD
We need to stop.
Just stop.
Stop for a moment.
Before anybody
Says or does anything
That may hurt anyone else.
We need to be silent.
Just silent.
Silent for a moment.
Before we forever lose
The blessing of songs
That grow in our hearts.
We need to notice.
Just notice.
Notice for a moment.
Before the future slips away
Into ashes and dust of humility.
Stop, be silent, and notice.
In so many ways, we are the same.
Our differences are unique treasures.
We have, we are, a mosaic of gifts
To nurture, to offer, to accept.
We need to be.
Just be.
Be for a moment.
Kind and gentle, innocent and trusting,
Like children and lambs,
Never judging or vengeful
Like the judging and vengeful.
And now, let us pray,
Differently, yet together,
Before there is no earth, no life,
No chance for peace.
September 12, 2001
© Matthew Joseph Thaddeus Stepanek
Used with permission from Hope Through Heartsongs, Hyperion, 2002
Categories: Let there be Peace..., Reflections, Remembering....
30 June 2009
“Michael Jackson was an exceptional Human Being. He was gifted, deeply compassionate and brought joy to the lives of so many. He loved his family dearly, and above all, his beautiful children.
In addition to being my employer over the past 17 years and entrusting the care of his beloved children to me, he was my dear friend. While our friendship had challenges, as do all friendships, he was loyal to the end. I cherish and honor his memory.
I am shocked, hurt and deeply saddened by recent statements the press has attributed to me, in particular, the outrageous and patently false claim that I “routinely pumped his stomach after he had ingested a dangerous combination of drugs”. I don’t even know how to pump a stomach!! In addition, I have never spoken to the Times Online, the original source of the story that has now been picked up worldwide. The statements attributed to me confirm the worst in human tendencies to sensationalize tragedy and smear reputations for profit.
I convey my heartfelt and deepest condolences to Prince, Paris, Blanket and the entire Jackson family. The pain and sorrow I feel over the loss of Michael pales in comparison to what has been taken from them forever.”
- Grace Rwaramba
Categories: Reflections.
Trust yourself. Listen to your own voice. Pay attention to what you are attracted to. Always receive since you are equally worthy to do so.
Categories: Reflections.
~GRACIE’S POEM~
In the evening’s glow outside tonight
Under stars, the sky, a moon so bright
I walk with wind tossing my hair
“Hey God” I ask, “Are you still there?”
*
Stars twinkle back like eyes so clear
I hear a voice whisper “Child, I’m always here.”
So who are these people I’ve come to adore
God says with a smile, “Please tell me more”.
*
Night after night I stare at the screen
Laughing and typing on this dusty machine
Conveying emotions through smilies and letters
A chat with these peeps makes the day all that better
What’s this connection for how we relate?
*
Based on love and acceptance, so different from hate
A home of our own we’ve created this space
With secret identities-I hide behind Grace
Alone in my study with no one around
*
I chat with these strangers so blessed to have found
“So what are your questions” God asks with a grin
I’m a little confused but I’ll try to begin
I want to believe that all this is real
*
And truly acknowledge what my heart really feels
I laugh and I smile, I blush its all true
I thought you could do that with only people you knew
“Well” God whispers through stars and the moon“
*
There is more to learn than what you assume…
My love is endless for all to endure
So connecting with others goes beyond door-to-door
Take not what you know but what I provide
*
The joy that is felt is simply no lie
I send yellow to all in no one size
Some of which is not seen by the eye.
You see my child there is no easy way
*
To describe the interactions I create every day
If you embrace all my love with a warm open heart
You will find love in others, my definition of art.”
“So true” I ponder as I look to the sky
*
Our bonds are like artwork that money can’t buy
Rich colors on canvas-computer-like screens
Beauty is seen through these (hu)man-made machines
Well thank you God, it was no little mistake
*
That I came to this site where connections aren’t fake
I’ve been given so much and here’s one more blessing
A way to relieve all the work that is stressing
“Anytime my dear, and know I am here
*
If you ever need to talk or just know I am near
Share the yellow that is real with no doubt
That after all is what life is about
And now kiddo I say “Peace out!”
Categories: Reflections.
Have you seen my Childhood?
I’m searching for the world that I come from
‘Cause I’ve been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart…
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities…
‘Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me…
People say I’m not okay
‘Cause I love such elementary things…
It’s been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood
I’ve never known…
Have you seen my Childhood?
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates in adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne…
Before you judge me, try hard to love me,
Look within your heart then ask,
Have you seen my Childhood?
People say I’m strange that way
‘Cause I love such elementary things,
It’s been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood I’ve never known…
Have you seen my Childhood?
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like fantastical stories to share
The dreams I would dare, watch me fly…
Before you judge me, try hard to love me.
The painful youth I’ve had
Have you seen my Childhood…
Categories: Childhood Memories, Reflections.
Life is very fragile – yet you fought with the most amazing strength-and taught us to never give up. Vaya con dios – rest in peace-love and light…

Categories: Reflections.