Unique Times

While I realize there is no good time to share sad news, nor do I do this often, I felt compelled to share this with you today. I know it’s not cheery and joyful in the way I aim most of my work to be, and it’s the holidays no less. However, must we remember those that aren’t feeling so jolly or are down right terrified and down and out, as we celebrate our many blessings.

When I was in New York recently with my daughter, we were in George Washington Park and stumbled upon this beautiful young woman. I went up and asked if we could chat and how I might help. She was grateful and asked if I would please help her get the word out but to please protect her name, for her families safety. I extrapolated the essence of our talk and wrote my poem below. Her words and body language were palpable as we spoke and I hugged her.

David from Skeptic’s Kaddish shared one of my pieces Rooted in Love, on his blog yesterday for which I was extremely grateful for his generosity. I’m also most appreciative of the kind accolades many of our followers gave me. Thank you truly. I’m beyond grateful.

Hearing the poem I wrote after some time, compelled me to share this at this time as well as the below video and pictures my daughter sent me yesterday, out of the blue. There was a demonstration that was taking place 40 minutes south of our house about this very issue.

I argued with myself for a good while before hitting send but felt it necessary to share today. If we learn one thing from the year, might it be to honor and trust our choices. Please feel free to skip it and come back to it at a later time.

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I bow my head and pray,
walking through the fields gray.
Unearthed by a blood bath of flesh and tears;
Each one telling a thousand tales, 
befuddled in red, 
black and blue in  
puddles of pain.

Hands so frail, 
body so weak, 
life so uncertain,
I hold her in my arms,
as shivers 
run through our spines.

Eaten alive, 
sparing families 
pride and life,
fear coursing 
through her veins.

Everything must be written 
in invisible ink, 
no traces left behind.

My heart mourns,
wishing I could wrap her
in satin.
I do not want to tarnish her name,
in a world that has gone insane.

We are her voice 
as she runs, 
her ears,
as she cries.
We weep with her,
as she screams for justice.
We hold her 
In all her sorrow,
Infuse strength,
into her marrow.

The running, 
hiding, 
screaming, 
crying,
has got to stop,
as we draw a line in the
sand,
and take a stand.

The ones who claim protection,
instead they beat and rape,
she barely makes it out alive. 
She carries her sisters blood,
marching on, carrying the torch 
attempting to save her sisters souls.

We bow our heads and pray,
walking through the fields gray.
Broken and forlorn, 
we never give up hope. 
We pray, our voices will be heard.

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Photos and video by my daughter, “Narnia” ( her blog name)

Sending you love and blessings as you start your week and move into the holidays. Happy Hanukkah to all of my Jewish friends. We will be eating latkes and lighting candles on Christmas Eve in your honor which is our annual tradition. It used to be on the first day of Hanukkah but now we’re all in different places so we wait until we’re all together.

And If you are reading this today my friend, who will remain nameless, we bless you, your family, friends and country. May you be safe, may you be happy, may you have peace and know the love of protection from all of our hearts to yours. Thank you for inspiring this post❣️

💗

Cindy