Ballad of a Hopeless Optimist – Twenty-Ten

Though the storms of doom will rage against our bright windows opened to the day

And the perils of Main street and Wall street bid us foreboding while we linger under feather coverlets

While the headlines glorify mayhem and madness, we shall leap forward with red shoes made for dancing

We, a people of an unreasonable dream, will not be undone. Our very bones are made for this bright longing.

This faith which against the odds of empty houses, white houses, houses of financial ill repute and houselessness.

This faith will see us through and cause us to throw open our doors to our futures and shout

DAY! We cometh forth from the depths of yester-year! We will wear orange dresses and feathered hats,

READY OR NOT! HERE WE COME!

And while we claim the wreckage still piling up in the junkyard of ‘soul work’ still to be done

We shall not be put under the tires of commerce or commercial or cynicism

We cannot be talked out of our joy!

Practicing Peace – A 30 Day Plan for Thriving During Challenging Times

I send you greetings this bright December 1st! I woke up thinking about you again…

and about what so many of us are going through! What a time we are having right now! Whether our challenges are being too busy, being financially stressed or moving through the kind of blues that seem like it will never end, there is always something we can do to lift the dark clouds. I believe!

One of the hardest parts of going through challenging times is that when in the very midst of it, it has this impermeable quality that seems to echo lies like: “this it is how it is now”,which continues to create the sinking feeling we already have. Or we have been skidding downhill for a while now, and it appears there is still very much more skidding ahead, so, despair comes and pounds on the door of our heart and says things like: ”you have been in denial, you are too optimistic, face it, you are going down.”

We have tried red wine and chocolate and festive gathering with friends. We have even tried making a decision to “shop anyway”. But somehow the old quick fixes aren’t fixing. That is because it is not just us – we know of many who are also challenged right now – and it is not that misery loves company because misery is so morbid, it is because we do not want to feel alone in our dark night depth diving.

Red Thread Nation

Years ago when I first thought of the red thread, and I googled it, there was nothing there but a small reference from the Chinese tradition which states that those who are supposed to meet are connected by an invisible red thread since before birth.

It was given to me in prayer, on the way to a Native American women’s circle being held up a Lake Isabella, as well as at the Delores Huerta Foundation. I was working with Native American Elder Tonantzin Guerra Rennick, who found me through my coloring book and journal, Color of Woman.

After filling hers to the brim, Tonantzin asked the Tribal Taniff for the Bakersfield area to work with me to so that I could come and bring creative journaling to the women. On the way there, I prayed to Our Lady to show me how to identity myself as ‘being of love’, right away, so as the create trust among the women, so we could get to work. The circles were to last but a few short hours, and to make headway into creative journaling and the practice of it I would need to move swiftly into deep territory. Plus I was nervous.