" I know that my death will not signify the end of my work. Wherever I am, I shall try to influence those who are destroying the planet to give nature a chance to suvive."

Margaret Mee.

Beautiful

The tide recedes but leaves behind

Bright seashells on the sand.

The sun goes down, but gentle warmth

still lingers on the land.

The music stops, and yet it

Echoes on in sweet refrains...

For every joy that passes,

Something beautiful remains.           

I don't know who wrote this. I found it in a little book filled with poems, prayers, quotes, psalms, stories and personal memories that belonged to my mother. I thought it was beautiful and wanted to share it with you...                                         

Protest!

This week I'd like to voice my total indignation towards the scientists in their race/quest at attempting to prove that God does not exist! Why do this? Why is this so important?...I am not a political being, far from it, but I passionately feel that every human should have a right to chose their particular line of faith or indeed, no faith at all, free choice. However, faith is still what the larger percentage of humanity chose and I wonder if the scientist truly realise the damage they can evoke on all the believers, by proving the non-existence of God?... After all, God means many different things, to many different people but when you get down to the "nitty-gritty" the core of it all, God, in general terms, is their center and stands for love and light...So what then happens, if you take away the best there is about humanity, all the good that is done through faith ????.....Is this the world, the future that the scientist want???? To plunge everybody into darkness!! What for???....Then there is the money being poured into this project....huge amounts, which could be used in a far more beneficial way. So many in need...

I am deeply saddened and actually think that what the scientists are doing is incredible dangerous....messing with what, to many humans is all they have left....

Loss.

Cry me all the rain clouds dry.

Cry me all the moisture in the sky.

Cry me the oceans, rivers and lakes.

Cry me this pain out, for God's sakes.

Cry me till no tears are left to cry.

Cry me death as I watch her die.

Cry me this image, imprisoned within.

Cry me, for I am next, yes next of kin.

Mum....

To live in hearts we leave,

Is not to die.

Thomas Campbell.

The lasting gift that any loved one gives us is their presence in our hearts. The memories and the very spirit of the person live on in us, and in the things we cherish and do, long after the person is no longer physically here. That is something no one can ever take away from us.

This presence can be a source of comfort or sustenance, of strength or beauty. It is up to us to dedicate ourselves to intergrating that loving spirit into our ongoing lives.

Taken from A Time to Grieve by Carol Staudacher.

Beaky...The Great Kiskadee.

                                       
 The Meeting.
It was a beautiful morning when he appeared.
A baby bird who could not yet fly.
His beak was so big, his chirp so strong,
That I imagined him to be a baby hawk.
Still surprised by this unexpected meeting,
I watched as he jumped from side to side,
And slowly I approached him.
Suddenly he stopped moving and froze,
Just eyeing me.....
With the intention of catching him, I got even closer. He did n’t try to escape as I thought he would. No, he let me pick him up and hold him in my hands.
I recognised him as a baby “ Bem-te-vi”,*and there and then christened him Beaky.
Intrigued by there being yet another bird in the story of my life, I also named him Messenger and waited for the message to be revealed.
A few days passed and accidently Haleluia! I discovered the message...
Because of it’s song the “Bem-te-vi”, in some countries in Latin America, is also referred to as “Christ- was”.
Hopefully the next time you hear the “Bem-te-vi’s” song you will remember this story and, like me, feel His presence in your life.
Today, I call Beaky “The Messenger of Light”.
And you?
How would you call him?  

*"Bem-te-vi"-  The Great Kiskadee is a large bird member of the fly catcher family. He can be found from extreme southern Texas all the way south to Argentina. He is named for his exuberant “Bee – tee – wee” call.

   This Story was written by Jorge Studart.

* The Christ referred to is Jesus Christ..."Christ was"...who was he?...He was Christ!