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People who are passionate in advocating for equality for all need to refuel from time to time. I’m going to make it an effort to post an encouraging or uplifting song every Sunday so we begin our week with renewed strength and hope. The song might be secular, or faith-based, or humorous.
I hope that you enjoy the following.
The things happening on our planet can be overbearing. As individuals, we can make positive changes in our environment and in relationships, but find it difficult making changes when problems are caused by a system intended to bring about negativity, death to humans, animals, and our planet.
Let’s turn lemons into lemonade and fill ourselves up with the positive belief that we can make our world a better place.
For our encouragement, here are some songs. I hope that you enjoy them. Read the rest of this entry
It is Friday already. Seems like yesterday was Monday.
Butterflydreamer2 had a birthday this week. Yahtzeebutterfly covered the Ted Wafer trial, along with other magnificent participants. I’m afraid that if I try naming everyone that I might inadvertently omit someone, so here’s a huge thanks to everyone. It certainly was not easy following a trial that was not live streamed.
Justice for Renisha is no longer a hope but a reality. We lift up her parents, family and friends. Nothing will ever replace Renisha, but knowing that the jury entered a ruling based on facts and the law is like having an eternal flame. May it brighten the path for others to follow.
We continue moving forward in hope and love for peace, not only in our nation of America, but for all inhabitants on Earth, including all creatures, great and small.
Growing up, my parents bought a house in a predominately Jewish neighborhood. We lived just around the corner from a Jewish synagogue. The Star of David on the building served as a landmark on the corner of Independence Blvd. and Polk Street. Mrs. Issacson, who owned a drug store, lived a few blocks away. She was also the proud owner of a German Shepherd dog and a Boxer. When they had puppies, she asked my dad if I could have one. I brought home my first puppy when I was 8 years old, and he was 6 weeks old. He lived for 15 years.
Now that I think back, I didn’t know the people were Jewish. They were simply our neighbors, shop owners, my classmates, the milkman, the man who came by with a horse drawn wagon selling fresh fruits and vegetables. Read the rest of this entry