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Song Lyric Sunday: “Gaia”

Song Lyric Sunday

Helen chose “Earth” as the theme for today’s “Song Lyric Sunday,” and I just had to share this song, “Gaia,” by my favorite singing/songwriter, James Taylor from the 1997 Hourglass album. The name. Gaia, belongs to the living spirit of Mother Earth. She is the gift of Creation. This song moves me with its dynamic beauty and words we need to heed. I hope you feel it, too.

You can find more earthy songs at:

https://helenswordsoflife.com/2018/02/17/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-2-18-18/

Gaia Lyrics:

The sky was light and the land all dark, the sun rose up over Central Park.
I was walking home from work, Gaia.

The petal sky and the rosy dawn, the world turning on the burning sun.
Sacred wet green one we live on, Gaia.

Run, run, run, run said the automobile and it ran, run for your life, take to your heels.
Foolish school of fish on wheels, Gaia, Gaia

Turn away from your animal kind, try to leave your body just to live in your mind.
Leave your cold cruel mother earth behind, Gaia.

As if you were your own creation, as if you were the chosen nation.
The world around you, just a rude and dangerous invasion, Gaia, Gaia, Gaia.

Someone’s got to stop us now, save us from us Gaia, no one’s gonna stop us now.

We thought we ought to walk awhile, so we left that town in a single file.
Up and up and up, mile after mile after mile.
We reached the tree line and I dropped my pack,
sat down on my haunches and I looked back down over the mountain,
helpless and speechless and breathless, Gaia.

Pray for the forest pray for the tree, pray for the fish in the deep blue sea.
Pray for yourself and for God’s sake, say one for me, poor wretched unbeliever.

Someone’s got to stop us now, save us from us Gaia, no one’s gonna stop us now.


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Love Beyond Time

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As I paint the energy circles

Floating down, down, down

From the point of re-connection

To the point of separation

It hits me

Like an angel wing

Upside the head.

I’m going back, back, back

In time

With each brush stroke

To plant a seed of hope,

To tell myself at 16,

It’s going to be okay.

You’ll see.

And if I go down (and back)

Just beyond a decade,

And travel sideways,

To the me who was floored

By unfathomable divorce,

I can send the message again,

It’s going to be okay.

Better than okay.

You’ll see!

Trust the Timing.

I started this painting about four years ago. It was supposed to be for the cover of my book. But I didn’t like it. Imagine the painting without the angels and without the energy circles. That’s when I put it aside.

It wasn’t until this month of February that I came back to it and added the angels and the energy circles. As I was painting the circles descending from the top of the heart (the point where my high school sweetheart found me again in 2011) down to the V where the two trees separate (where my high school sweetheart moved away in 1972) that’s when it hit me that I could send this message of hope back in time. Maybe not so much in words, but in whatever way these things happen. Maybe even as I was painting the circles.

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As I write this now, I know it sounds weird. But when I was in the painting zone, it was crystal clear.

You can enter my Goodreads Giveaway for a chance to win a Kindle version of Trust the Timing by clicking here.


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Love and the Airport Meltdown

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A toddler has a meltdown in an airport. His pregnant mom, otherwise alone, is totally overwhelmed. Click on the link below to read how the women present, all strangers, reached out and surrounded them with love.

 

http://www.scarymommy.com/women-help-mom-in-airport/

 

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Got good news? Feel free to share!

 

(The picture with the hands reaching out is from Pixabay.)


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Bots and Pingbacks – Beware

Thanks to Linda Hill for the heads up!

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Here we go again. The bots and spammers have found a new trick. I had a spammer ping back to one of my older prompts this morning. Fortunately I get a little preview in my notifications of what’s in the body of the post where the link to my blog is situated. UNfortunately, you can’t see the preview in the link in my comments.

The one I caught this morning was trying to advertise steroids. All this to say if you see a pingback that’s suspect on one of my prompts, don’t click on it. I’ll do my best to zap them before they cause any trouble. And if you get one of these bots pinging back on your own blog, be sure to hit the spam button rather than delete, so maybe Akismet’s algorithms will catch them. Sorry for the inconvenience!

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Finding, Loving, Trusting Me First

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Before you found me

I had to find me

Deep in the forest,

Singing to the earth.

Healing my heart

One beat at a time.

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Before you loved me,

I had to love me.

Knowing my worth

Feeling God’s love

Lifting my spirit

On wings of an eagle.

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Before I trusted you

I had to trust me

Having the courage

To take one more chance

Walking by faith

Into love’s adventure.

 

Five days til my Goodreads ebook giveaway of Trust the Timing !

 

 


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One Letter Made a Difference

Avas Letter to Pizza Express about straws

Five year old Ava wrote this letter to a pizza chain asking them to stop using plastic straws, because plastic straws can hurt animals. As a result, Pizza Express, has decided to switch to bio-degradable paper straws.

Here’s the story:

https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/heartfelt-letter-5-year-old-causes-restaurant-chain-swap-plastic-straws-paper/

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