Blogblast for Peace: Dona nobis pacem

Every language has a word for peace as every heart has a longing for peace.  

"All we are saying is...give Peace a chance." John Lennon

 Salaamu alaikum (Peace be upon you) Shalom…Paz…لح (solh)….Jam….Paix….Síocháin….શાંતિ śānti).. ..Kedamaian… .Pace….ಶಾಂತಿ (shaamti)….Pax….शान्ति (shanti)   


“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called the children of God.”  Jesus

“Do you know what is better than charity and fasting and prayer? It is keeping peace and good relations between people, as quarrels and bad feelings destroy mankind.” The Prophet Mohammed

“There is no path to peace. Peace is the path.”  Mahatma Gandhi

“Imagine there’s no heaven, it’s easy if you try, no hell below us, above us only sky, Imagine all the people, living for today. Imagine there’s no countries, it isn’t hard to do, nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too, Imagine all the people, living life in peace. You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one, I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will be as one.” John Lennon

…..from the speech that Robert F. Kennedy gave on the night of Martin Luther King’s assassination, April 4th, 1968.

Ladies and Gentlemen: I’m only going to talk to you just for a minute or so this evening, because I have some very sad news for all of you — Could you lower those signs, please? — I have some very sad news for all of you, and, I think, sad news for all of our fellow citizens, and people who love peace all over the world; and that is that Martin Luther King was shot and was killed tonight in Memphis, Tennessee.

Martin Luther King dedicated his life to love and to justice between fellow human beings. He died in the cause of that effort. In this difficult day, in this difficult time for the United States, it’s perhaps well to ask what kind of a nation we are and what direction we want to move in. For those of you who are black — considering the evidence evidently is that there were white people who were responsible — you can be filled with bitterness, and with hatred, and a desire for revenge.

We can move in that direction as a country, in greater polarization — black people amongst blacks, and white amongst whites, filled with hatred toward one another. Or we can make an effort, as Martin Luther King did, to understand, and to comprehend, and replace that violence, that stain of bloodshed that has spread across our land, with an effort to understand, compassion and love.

For those of you who are black and are tempted to be filled with hatred and mistrust of the injustice of such an act, against all white people, I would only say that I can also feel in my own heart the same kind of feeling. I had a member of my family killed, but he was killed by a white man.

But we have to make an effort in the United States, we have to make an effort to understand, to get beyond, or go beyond these rather difficult times.

My favorite poem, my favorite poet was Aeschylus. And he once wrote:

“Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart,
until, in our own despair,
against our will,comes wisdom
through the awful grace of God.”

What we need in the United States is not division; what we need in the United States is not hatred; what we need in the United States is not violence and lawlessness, but is love and wisdom, and compassion toward one another, and a feeling of justice toward those who still suffer within our country, whether they be white or whether they be black.

So I ask you tonight to return home, to say a prayer for the family of Martin Luther King — yeah, it’s true — but more importantly to say a prayer for our own country, which all of us love — a prayer for understanding and that compassion of which I spoke.

We can do well in this country. We will have difficult times. We’ve had difficult times in the past. And we will have difficult times in the future. It is not the end of violence; it is not the end of lawlessness; and it’s not the end of disorder.

But the vast majority of white people and the vast majority of black people in this country want to live together, want to improve the quality of our life, and want justice for all human beings that abide in our land.

Let us dedicate ourselves to what the Greeks wrote so many years ago: to tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world. Let us dedicate ourselves to that, and say a prayer for our country and for our people.

Thank you very much.” Robert F. Kennedy, asassinated 63 days later on June 6, 1968 

“If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps life moving, you lose that courage to be, that quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream.”  Martin Luther King

“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” Gandhi


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‘Blink of an eye’ has morphed into ‘Here Kitty’

Global Cat logoTo all of my 2 fans out there, apologies for no recent posts.

I have my new blog “Here Kitty”  and its companion website, Global Cats up and running now, so that’s where I’ve been.

I discovered since I started blogging (one whole month into it) that I wanted to focus more on a specific topic and found that since I had a gadzillion links to cat sites and cat news that the topic seemed to pick me. I have been writing a book for the last year with cats as the main characters. Thus, all my ‘cat’ tags and cat folders and all the links and the news stories and bizarre tales that I have saved over the last year just begged for public attention.  

I find myself reading ‘cat news’ stories daily and I am most intrigued by the devoted efforts of so many people who work to save them, very often in horrible conditions. I found that I love these stories because they give me hope in human nature and for the human race. In spite of all the horrific events going on in the world, there are people who really care and actually do something to follow up on their passion.

I hope you take a look at my new sites and give me some feedback. I am developing a custom Google Global Cat map which placemarks many of these interesting news stories on the map. Since the emphasis at Global Cat is on rescue cats, the Global map will feature rescue cat stories sent in by readers. So if you have a rescued cat and want to feature your feline, check it out. Links are on both the blog and webiste, but here’s the direct link to the map.

Biloxi angel

St. Michaels Catholic Church, Biloxi, MS

There is a Catholic church in Biloxi, MS which sits directly across the street from the floating casinos which abound there. It struck me the first time I saw it (before Katrina) because of the angel. He carried a sword and looked out over the floating casinos. He seemed to carry the qualities of both compassion and serious intensity of an divine being with a mission.

The church survived Hurricane Camille and Hurricane Katrina.

Recently, we traveled to this area and I was very curious to see what had happened to the angel. It had a such a strong presence and its placement is so incongruous to its surroundings that I can’t help but think that he is trying to tell us something.

Here’s what we found. The angel stands on the ground now, sword broken. The church is barely functioning, if at all. However, the casinos are back in full force. Most of the casinos had been completely destroyed by Katrina but now they are more plentiful than ever. Since the relaxing of the laws that prevented casinos to be built on land (pre-Katrina) the

I thought it was an interesting, and sad, reflection of how the priorities of humankind manifest themselves.





Snooze mode

The ‘Mewses’ and I are in snooze mode. Be back soon!

Snooze mode

Junk mail: It used to be a tree!






I love trees. I love them for the shade, for their beauty, for their ambiance, for the fruit, for cooling my house in the summer. Here is a beautiful tree the way God intended.

 My mail box I’m not so crazy about. It’s probably just like yours. Full of junk mail every day. When I got a 5 lb. Staples Office catalog today, I’d had it. I called to get myself removed from their mailing list. They said it would take 4 weeks and I still might get another one.

Every time I get the mail (i.e. 95% junk) I think “these used to be trees!”



This is a junk mail tree. Some artist’s attempt to be creative with all that garbage.

I like the first tree better.

I am trying to figure out how to recycle my paper. It’s not easy. We’re not in the city limits so they don’t pick it up. There’s only one place in town that takes paper and they have ‘conditions’. Not sure what they are yet, because I’m still carrying it around in my car in a plastic bag. The recycle place is on the other side of town and with gas at 3.89 where I live I’m not sure how the carbon footprint measure out.

After a bit of research I found a group that reduces the junk mail for you. Actually there’s a number of them, but this one has a really cool wiget. It’s called 

Has anyone used this service? There are 3 levels of ‘care’. One is free, so I’m thinking to give it a try. It’s been written up in the NY Times and Business Week, and featured on Ellen and Good Morning America. Here’s the basic idea. 

GreenDimes reduces credit offers, insurance offers, sweepstakes offers, coupon mailers, charitable solicitations and retail catalogs that your household receives. We can’t reduce mailings you receive as a result of a relationship you have with a company or organization. These include magazine subscriptions, bank statements, brokerage statements and school alumni mailings. Please contact those organizations directly to manage your mail with them.
Has anyone had any experience with GreenDimes or other services like this?

What I don’t remember

An entry from Books on the Brain inspired this post. I read Lisa’s response to a writing challenge from Natalie Goldberg’s new book Old Friend from Far Away. The challenge is to write for 10 minutes about what you don’t remember. How is this possible? Check out Lisa’s list.

The book, Old Friend, which inspired the exercise, is about writing memoirs, something I’ve never given a moment’s thought to. My childhood is a gray blur. It doesn’t conjur up a lot of cozy memories, no eccentric great aunts, plump doting grandmothers, homemade apple pie. 

Nothing terrible happened; just seemed like nothing happened. So this was an especially challenging exercise. But it caught my attention and I grabbed my writing notebook as I ran into town to do errands. I thought it was 10 things to write, but it was 10 minutes. After 30 minutes I only had 3 things on my ‘non-remembering’ list, but twice as many remembrances came floating to the surface.

What a brilliant exercise! Kinda’ like – ‘don’t think of chocolate for 5 minutes’. Then all you can do is think of chocolate. Not the same thing, but it just illustrates another way of how odd our brains are wired.

But here’s my list so far:

  1. I don’t remember my first, or any, birthday party.
  2. I don’t remember falling down the basement stairs and knocking my two front teeth clear back into my gums (age 2 or 3). I do remember not having any front teeth until I was 8.
  3. I don’t remember any laptime with my mother or father; how is that possible? Having had 3 kids and now going on 5 grandkids, laps and kids are inseparable.

There must be more I don’t remember, but I can’t remember what it is.

The following quote from a review of Old Friend from Far Away has me adding this to my Books I want to Read List.  “…her trademark workshop style with its terse, demanding writing sprints that train the hand and mind to quicken their pace and give up conscious control. These exercises divert the eye from the obvious and redirect it to the tactile details we miss, the embarrassments we pass over, and the complications we overlook in the blur of everyday living. Goldberg writes, No one says it, but writing induces the state of love. Old Friend from Far Away guides us into that state of love, where heightened attention and a rhythm of focus allow the patterns and details of the past to emerge on the page.

Natalie Goldberg also wrote Writing Down the Bones which I can’t believe I haven’t read yet. 


What catches the eye…

What catches my eye/my mind/my heart is the seemingly insignificant. There’s no rational accounting for it, so I am amazed by the catching as much as by what falls into the net – the flotsam and jetsam of life that I collect like seashells.

My tools are words and a camera. They help me capture the odd or intriguing moments that make life interesting. These moments are all free. All I have to do is catch one as it floats by. Cheap thrills I call them. 

Here is a photo I took of the wisteria in bloom in my backyard. There were bees everywhere and one actually held still long enough for a photo-op.