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Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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A Gentle Spirit – Spiritual Riddle – By CordieB

The Eye of God - Courtesy of CordieB

The Eye of God - Courtesy of CordieB

There is a comfort about me

Allowing the soul to rest

Leaving no room for feelings of uncertainty or emptiness

There is a peace of mind I bring . . .

Whenever my essense surrounds

which is more valuable than all riches

I am where home can be found . . .

You will feel God must have placed you here

And left you in comfort . . . knowing you are where

 you are loved; you are free . . .

You are just where you are suppose to be . . .

You you are welcomed; you are true

You are incredibly, honestly, gloriously You. . . .

I bring. . .. warm blankets of security covering

the body, mind, and spirit

without feelings of  smothering

or fears of dreaded unknowing

I give a simple easiness

leaving no unexplained longing

Who am I. . . Click below for riddle answer . . .

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December is AIDS Awareness Month (Re-Posting)


HIV test result in hand. At an HIV and AIDS clinic in Lilongwe, Malawi.   Photo Courtesy of Shawn Hawkeye http://www.flickr.com/photos/hawkey/116429136/

Stay protected, get tested, know your partner.  

A young woman who is a member of the church that I attend off and on, one whom I’ve always admired and who speaks and carries herself so well, disclosed on Saturday that she is HIV positive.  Although this bright young lady had testified on several occasions that she was diagnosed with a chronic illness; because she also spoke and made soaps for breast cancer awarenes, I assumed she was a breast cancer survivor or was in treatment for breast cancer.  This beautiful, bright young lady, who is glowing with  outwardly good health and youthfullness, had such a bright outlook and positive demeanor. . . She is truly an inspiration.  Although she contracted the disease from a boy friend, who knowingly withheld his condition from her, she acknowledges total responsibility.  She is often approached by young men for dates, phone numbers, etc.  She tells each of these prospects that she is indeed HIV positive.   There reaction is often a real wake up call.


Great German advertisement explaining the anonymity of AIDS.    Courtesy of Jayo http://www.flickr.com/photos/thejayblog/319707946/

Remind your friends, your children, and your love ones to never take chances with their lives – you can not determine a person’s condition from their appearance or actions:  Wrap it Up!     Also, get tested!  It’s easy and painless.  It only involves a simple saliva swab.  You will want to know in order to start proper treatment and to ensure that you do not unknowingly pass on this potentially deadly disease.
Life is beautiful and it is to be cherished by all. Pause, think about life and spread a little awareness around on AIDS Awareness Month. Encourage everyone to talk about the menace of HIV.

I’m lighting a candle for those who I know are HIV or AIDs victims.  If you would like to place a candle for victims of HIV, feel free to add that person in the comments. I will place a candle to each name added.

candle41.gif Carlisa Ross (Departed November 2004)

candle41.gif Maurice Bell (Departed)

candle41.gif Lenny D’Amico

candle41.gif Joe D’Amico

candle41.gif Joe Masiell

candle41.gif Jeff David White

 

"He’s My Brother"

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.

So on we go
His welfare is my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother. 

If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another.

It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on our way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.

by Sidney Russell and Robert Scott, (C)1977 Harrison Music Corp., Jenny Music (ASCAP)

A Spiritual Riddle – Happy Thanksgiving from CordieB

 

I am what’s felt when we see a field of wild flowers on a crisp spring day;

I am how we feel when the doctor says everything will be ok;

I am the thought that is often felt when we wake up to a brand new day;

I am what is felt when we see "10 fingers and 10 toes"

I am that feeling of awe that comes from the beauty of spring’s first rose;

I am what is felt when we see the beauty of winter’s first snow;

I am what we feel when our child finally walks in after being out all night;

I am the emotion that one feels when the dark days have finally gave way to light;

I am what we feel when the Christmas hectic is finally over;

I’m that feeling of wonderment in finding a four leaf clover.

You may feel me when you look at the bright blue skies;

You may even feel me when you smell the aroma of grandma’s homemade apple pies;

I can be felt when the lights come on, and everyone in the room shouts "SURPRISE"

I’m that feeling of gratitude when the youngest child graduates from school;

I’m that sentiment some have when the kids know that drugs are really uncool;

You’ll probably feel me when the baby takes his first step;

And you certainly will feel me, if you still have good health and pep;

I am what’s felt when we sat down to the table to eat;

I am how we feel when our significant other rubs our aching feet;

I am the thought that is felt when we appreciate all the Joy in Living;

Who am I,

I am simply, Thanksgiving.

Written by:  CordieB especially for You.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Photo Friday – Old Cars (Sunday Afternoons After Church) ~By CordieB.

Initially, I had not planned to submit for this week’s Photo Friday because time did not permit me to take a picture of an old vehicle. Additionally, I did not have any photos that I had previously taken. But the rules were adjusted somewhat this week, whereas we can submit pics that we did not take. So I thought I’d share a picture taken in the early 60’s of my mother and aunt Anna. Both have gone on to another realm; bless their souls.  To see this pic in a larger view; please visit my photo blog or click on the pic .

Sunday Afternoons After Church

Sunday Afternoons After Church

Sunday afternoons after church in the 60’s were so full of neighborhood and family values: Families and friends gathering together for Soul Food, good conversation–everyone wearing their Sunday best – so full of love and tradition. Boy do I ever miss those days. I myself often carry out the Sunday tradition; but unlike the days of old, it’s always me doing all the cooking and most of us did not come from church! Wow do I miss the days when many of the women gathered in the steamy kitchen talking trash, laughing – whilst the men, admiring their families, talked “business” in the dining room. Now I know that we’ve progressed so much from the 60’s; but some things, in my opinion, did not promote progress, but a sense of individuality bringing forth separation that saddens me. No longer do I see the community and family unity – everyone’s for self now. This, in my opinion, has caused depression, poverty, violence and a malady of social problems. So today, let’s strive to live that life of the 60’s, and bring family and community together.

Sunday Afternoons After Church ~By CordieB

Oh how I miss the days of old . . .

When family unity was the goal

Of every bright or weary soul

Oh how I miss the lost tradition

When helping hands was the mission

When we knew all our neighbor’s names

When we’d speak to all who peacefully came

walking down the clean sidewalks

stopping for friendly gossip and small talk

When neighbors would watch over the young

and everyone knew every one

when neighbors could spank that ass

for talking smart or acting fast

and then I’d get another one

after the neighbor told my dad or mom

When children still played hide and seek

When strong families always helped the weak

When unity meant what it should

and not simply another cliche’ buzz word

When fathers could not abandon theirs

without humilitation, points and stares

and of course lots and lots of old folk’s prayers

When the corner store owner lived in the neighborhood

and there was no such thing as “living in the hood”

And people usually acted like they knew they should

The Sunday afternoons after church dismissed

When family and neigbors gathered to reminice

And laugh and cry and love each other

and every one was treated like a sister or brother

I miss it all, but alas life goes on

So at least I’ll carry the tradition on

So if you miss those days, come visit soon

My home on Sunday Afternoons

~Written By CordieB

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