Months later, Boots came home and the once attentive kitten would have little, if anything, to do with me. When I whined to my mother about Boots’ indifference, the words she spoke then still resonate with me today: You didn’t create a home for her here, so she left to find one with someone else.

So, at the young age of 12, I experienced my first rejection. Not by a human, but by a cat.

Now as an adult, I realize the great lesson Boots taught me, and quite often I remember her fondly, and thank her Spirit for the teaching she gave me.

But doesn’t that sum up what we as humans do many times – we want something we are not ready to take care of.

Everything – whether tangible or intangible – has to “live” somewhere. Buy a new car, you need a place to park it. Find a good deal on a huge side of beef, it’s a good idea to have a refrigerator or freezer to store it in. And how many of us have bought trinkets and treasures while on vacation only to come home and wonder “what do I do with this now?”

We do the same thing with our emotions. We want others to respect us, yet seem to have so little respect for those around us. Love eludes us because we are so busy hating our job, our neighbor and our self, that love has no welcome spot in our heart.

I am acquainted with a woman who bills herself as a Life Coach and Spiritual Counselor. She lists among her skill set the ability to show people how to manifest wealth.

She is always broke. Actually, destitute would be a better word.

In talking with her one day, I noticed she doesn’t manage her money, speaks with indifference about those who are wealthy, and depends upon other people for shelter, food and transportation. Yet, she dutifully speaks affirmations that she is a “money magnet,” or that “prosperity is coming her way.”

Folks … there ain’t no prosperity coming her way until she creates the space where it can live, work and expand in her life. She wants something she is not ready to take care of.

Is there something in your life you want or desire which you do not have? There probably is. Then create the space for it, and take care of it once it arrives.

No matter what you want – love, career, money, health or inner peace – create the space for it in your life. You create that space by making changes to how you think, feel or act; changes that support and sustain your desire. There are no exceptions to this.

As Life unfolds for you (and it will as you begin to makes changes and actively participate in your life), do not take for granted the gifts She gives you. Nourish the love you receive, find excitement in your job and career, be a good steward of your money, maintain your health, and share your peace and joy with others.

Every seed must be planted before it can grow. Plant yours today in good soil, and be the gardener of your desires.

And so it is.

Copyright 2011 – Dancing Sun Cat

There was no fanfare to commemorate the event; no monument erected to dedicate the moment. As most transformative events in our lives, it happened without planning or forethought. I guess you can say it kinda snuck up on me. (Yes, I know “snuck” is not a word, but walk with me here!)

I was in Southern California, staying at a retreat center known for its beautiful and expansive gardens. You can spend hours in these gardens, enjoying flora and vegetation of spectacular variety and color. You leave these gardens feeling mesmerized and humbled.

During a break, at a remote part of the gardens, I sat, engaging in a bit of self-pity, trying to determine the best course for my life, and my heart. Then, without warning, and most unabashedly, the orange fell in front me; literally, at my feet.

It was a small orange, rather cute actually. It had a stem with two small leaves sprouting from it, and I thought how idyllic it looked; my own personal still life painting right there at my feet.

I picked it up and instantly I knew this was unlike any orange I had ever held in my hand. The texture, shape, weight and color were new to me, and I examined the orange with the wonder of a child, and with the scrutiny of a lawyer.

My tummy gave a gurgle, and I knew what it was suggesting; “hey, it sure would be nice to eat that orange.”

And then I remembered the sign I saw earlier, the one requesting passersby to refrain from eating the fruit as the retreat center used the fruit in the daily meals. The sign wasn’t a suggestion, it was a dire warning. I imagined the consternation of the retreat directors as they hauled my butt to jail for eating “forbidden fruit.” I could hear the shocked gasps of my fellow retreat goers as they told others about my law breaking ways, and how I was a good girl gone bad. What would my folks say, eating from a  tree someone clearly said I couldn’t?

I understood how Eve must have felt.

The contrarian in me won out. I looked at the sign, said “oh screw you,” and ate the orange.

Thank the God and Goddess I did.

I don’t how to describe what happened next, except to say it was authentic; real; unfiltered.

You can not describe the taste of an orange that has not been grown in a grove with thousands of other trees, but rather in a garden where the tree is loved and appreciated. The orange was not altered by pesticides, hormones and artificial coloring. It wasn’t harvested by a migrant worker who feels his or her life will mean nothing more than picking fruit in a desolate field. It didn’t travel down thousands of miles of interstate in order to sit in the produce isle of my local grocery store.

No, what I tasted was life, in its simplicity and complexity, the way we are meant to experience it.  I felt the flavor. The flavor didn’t stop in my mouth, but continued in my throat, esophagus and stomach. As I experienced the orange, I could feel the rain and earth that nurtured it, and the sun light that gave it maturity.

The orange was alive … probably more alive than I was at the moment. And the orange loved me.

Yes, you read that right. The orange loved me.

The orange rejoiced in sharing with me, experiencing life with me, connecting and being a part of me, and ultimately giving its full essence to me. And in this place, I felt my Father God and Mother Goddess, the great Spirit of us all, in a way I never have in my life.

I realized the confusion and self-pity I had been feeling earlier was gone, replaced with a sense of confidence and knowing. I felt braver, self-assured, steady. I felt like me … I was me.

I said prayers of gratitude and appreciation. I sent my love to the orange, to the tree and ground, and to all the workers who help maintain the tree. I stood in awe of the design of life gifted us by our Mother and Father, WahKhan and SsKwan as S/he is known in my tradition.

So, my Brothers and Sisters, if life is confusing, desperate, lonely or overbearing for you right now, go find an orange … or a tomato, or an ear or corn, or a snap pea. Any piece of food that has not been altered by the chemicals, misunderstandings and misuse of modern man. Experience the food, listen to the food … let the food heal you.

For life lives in food that has been unaltered by the hand of man; your God/dess lives there.

And ultimately, so do you.

And so it is.

It takes more courage than staring down the schoolyard bully.

It takes nerve.

It requires the bravery of a warrior, the valor of a heroine, the guts of a bullfighter, and a daring, pioneering spirit rarely seen in today’s material world.

Most of all, it requires total, absolute honesty; a mixture of candor, sincerity and scrutiny in which nothing is too sacred or unreasonable to examine.

What is “it?”

Looking in the mirror.

I don’t mean looking in the mirror to see how nice your makeup looks, or to make sure your spinach salad isn’t in your teeth, or to make sure your tie is nice and straight.

I mean looking at the face that has a beautiful smile yet goes to bed crying every night. Or seeing the hands that just typed a scathing email to a customer, but earlier in the day helped a bed-ridden grandmother clean her home.

Sometimes the mirror reflects a body that has been denigrated, and has denigrated the body of others. Other times, the mirror reveals feet that have boldly traveled the world enjoying glory and adventure, yet those same feet tremble with fear when walking into mom and dad’s house.

Some mirrors reveal a face weathered with age, but eyes that sparkle with the life of a mischievous child. And other mirrors return the reflection of a soul who had to make some tough decisions, and hopes her beloved understands.

From depravity to righteousness; from searing pain to soaring ecstasy; from the plight of the individual to the whole of humanity, the mirror sees it all. Neither the visible nor the invisible, the hidden or the obvious, escape the penetrating revelation of the mirror.

The mirror silently, without opinion or judgment, reflects all. It has no agenda. There is no covert mission, no superlative plan or special purpose. It simply and precisely visually replicates the subject before it. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And that is its gift to us.

The world will lie to you, often times intentionally, many times unintentionally. The world will exaggerate, inflate, diminish and weaken what it sees, partly because it can not understand, partly because it does not want to understand. The world will look upon evil and call it good in order to appease, manipulate and control.

But the mirror never lies.

Whether you will see the mirror clearly though, is another matter completely. And in order to do so, you must take off your proverbial “rose colored glasses.”

So, go ahead and look in the mirror.

Did the mouth you see speak a lie to a good friend because it was best for all concerned, or did it speak the lie because it just couldn’t handle the truth? Do the ears hear the sadness in the voice of another, but fail to hear the quiet despair in its own voice? Can the eyes see the vision of power and beauty before it, or has a glaze of self-loathing made that vision fuzzy, or worse, non-existent? Does your face bear a forced smile, or did you forget long ago how a genuine smile really feels? Is it possible the image staring back at you is one of health, vitality and sexuality, yet you hide your essence for fear of being labeled egotistical or conceited?

No, the mirror does not lie. But we sure as hell will lie to ourselves.

The toughest thing you will ever do is be completely, totally and wholly honest with yourself. It hurts, and yet it provides a freedom no one will ever take from you. And who knows, maybe that kind of all-encompassing honesty doesn’t happen until we become one with our Creator/Creatress. But why wait for freedom to happen then, when you can create it now.

So what do you say? Are you ready to live life for real?

Go look in the mirror.

And so it is.

Robbie Dancing Sun Cat – Copyright 2011

As I moved about, the glance became a stare. The confident eyes of the stranger began to probe my very being, as though it were enticing me to reveal the most sacred parts of my essence.

The stranger said my name; melodic bursts of sunshine caressed my heart, and the stranger’s voice fell on my ears like the soothing sound of a summer rain. A conversation ensued, and our chance meeting soon turned into a blossoming relationship.

We did everything together, and after years of feeling isolated and alone, I had finally found a lover who made me the center of attention. I wanted for nothing … gifts that made me feel appreciated, romantic words that made me feel loved, a helping hand whenever I needed one, and a worship of me that put me on my very own pedestal.

The night we consummated our relationship was nothing short of pure magic. Touched in all the right places, kissed with lips of passion, I was too wrapped up in the ecstasy of the moment to notice the velvet ties on the nightstand.

When the suggestion was made that tying my hands to the bed post would help me achieve even greater heights of ecstasy, I had no reason to doubt my beautiful benefactor; it was, after all, for my pleasure, and the ties were made of soft, silky velvet that certainly would not cause me any physical pain.

And to the heights of ecstasy I went. All I had to do was submit, and without any effort on my part, pleasure unbounded was mine, and I consumed it without a care or concern for anything.

And it was the last time I experienced such sensual nectar.

Today, I find myself not only tied to my bed post, but a delicately-placed blindfold prevents me from seeing my benevolent keeper, and a sweet tasting gag in my mouth prohibits me from asking questions or raising concerns. I can only surmise that in the dark of night, while I focused on passion and pleasure, my lover’s seemingly benign desires transformed into conscious domination.

Sigh …

No, the above is not a tawdry retelling of my latest romantic tryst.

However, this same scenario is happening right now in homes all over America. I call it the Orgasm of Complacency.

There is a war going on; at issue is YOU. The most powerful institutions in the world are engaged in this war – government, religion and society. And quite literally, your physical, mental and spiritual freedoms are in the cross hairs, with each of these beleaguered and broken establishments wanting a piece of you.

They will stop at nothing to get it.

And because of our complacency, we gladly hand ourselves over to them … if only they will make us feel good; not simply good, but orgasmic.

They get our attention by whispering to us the words we want to hear: don’t worry about that, let the government pay for it; this God stuff is complicated, that’s why we figured it all out for you; do like we do, and we’ll be your friends and tell you how great you are.

There you stand – tired, lonely, angry, scared. Damn … if I could just get rid of this pain. You hear the gilded promises of assistance, redemption and acceptance. You can think of nothing but quenching the soul-gutting thirst your Spirit feels. It never enters your mind that this promise comes with a price.

But the price isn’t so bad, a few inconveniences here and there; it’s only a $10 tax, and besides it’s to help the less fortunate; that isn’t part of our doctrine, so better that you focus on what we believe, even if you don’t understand it; you’re much too old to wear your hair that long, so just cut it and we’ll all feel better.

Nevertheless, you are in ecstasy, without a worry in the world. Your life, soul and social standing are being carefully orchestrated by the crafty hands of politicians, clergy and public opinion.

Here is comes … ahhhhhhhhh, sweet orgasm.

And as you scream with delight, the $10 tax becomes $1,000; the doctrine becomes law; and a neighborhood committee is telling you what your perfect weight and hair color should be. Eventually, when your choices are curtailed, you discover much too late that real orgasm is not so much about pleasure, but the FREEDOM to express that pleasure in the way which YOU choose.

Do you want freedom or the orgasm of complacency?

Freedom requires you regulate yourself, so no government will be able to; establish your own relationship with God, so no religion will be able to take God from you; follow the desires of your heart, and allow others to do the same, so society is made up of authentic individuals not simply societal opinions.

True freedom comes from within … from our relationship with our self, with the God of our choice, and with our fellow human beings.

True freedom takes vigilance, and can not be supplanted or replaced by mere outward pleasures.

I leave you with some words of wisdom – and caution – spoken by James Madison during a speech to the Virginia Convention in 1788: I believe there are more instances of the abridgment of the freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachments of those in power than by violent and sudden usurpations.

Copyright 2010 – Robbie Dancing Sun Cat

As I am apt to do, I sought solace in these magical woods, my mind in need of a rest, and my soul in search of some answers. And that’s when I noticed the tree in the distance. In the blink of an eye, the tree twinkled slightly, and catching me completely off guard, it winked at me.

Yes, you read that right … it winked at me. Rather playful the tree was, as it swayed in the wind, enticing me, almost as if it were whispering “psst … come here.”

Who can refuse an invitation like that?

It took a few minutes to get to the twinkling tree. All around the tree was thick brush and deep mud, and I couldn’t help feeling there must be a reason why Creation was protecting this gentle giant.

The twinkling tree had not yet shed all her autumn leaves, as though to say “to hell with the seasons, I’ll drop my leaves when I damned well please.” I like this gutsy, independent tree, I mused to myself.

She also had an intricate pattern swirling around her trunk. The pattern looked vaguely familiar, as it criss-crossed around the middle part of her trunk. I stood back to admire the tree’s unusual and compelling design, wondering what hybrid of nature I had discovered.

Then it happened; the twinkling tree winked at me again. In the suddenness of the moment I lost my footing, and only the steadiness of my trusty boots kept my butt out of the mud.

And that’s when I saw it … the twinkle; or rather, the barbed wire.

In stunned silence, I stood with the twinkling tree, and in the quiet of the moment, the beauty of the twinkle was revealed.

The tree, which was 20 to 25 feet tall, had rusted barbed wire wrapped around the bottom third of its trunk, and in some areas it was wrapped around the trunk two or three times. In most of the trunk, the wire was deeply ensconced and the trunk split open like sliced flesh; in some places, there were only scars where the sharp barbs once held their grip. Given the rust of the wire it must have been put there many years ago.

Yet, I noticed she was the only tree within sight that still had many of her leaves, still sporting the red, orange and yellow of Autumn’s beauty. How does a tree with that much damage produce such glorious color?

Why do we equate beauty with perfection, and damage with imperfection?

All of us carry scars caused by the recklessness of others, or have barbs of pain buried deep somewhere inside us. Many of us carry physical signs of our encounters with life’s darker side, and we try to hide them with makeup, clothing, plastic surgery, or the latest cure-all drug. Mostly, we just deny the wounds are even there.

What if we did as my tree friend, and instead of denying our wounds, realized we are the only ones who can heal ourselves, and when we do so, we transform life … for ourselves and those around us.

The twinkling tree did just that. She began her own healing by sealing her bark where the barbed wire cut so deeply. When she needed help, she called upon the warmth of the Sun and the cleansing of the Rain to help bring her broken trunk back into health. Vanity did not force her to try to remove the barbed wire from her trunk, for this wise tree realized that rusted barbed wire could be transformed into intricate patterns of beauty and twinkling light.

But most importantly – and this was the lesson – she continued to grow.

I looked at the twinkling tree again. She had defied the odds by surviving, and in doing so was claiming her inheritance as a daughter of Creation. I took a moment to thank her for her struggle, and for sharing what she had learned, thinking of my own barbed wire that needed transforming.

I laughed under my breath a bit as I left the twinkling tree. Where did that twinkle come from, because everyone knows that rusted barbed wire doesn’t twinkle?

Or does it.

I am a student of life. My teachers, both human and Spirit, are equally fascinating and frustrating; they challenge me, propel me toward my greater yet to be.

Unlike other teaching environments I’ve been in (namely government schools and organized religion), these teachers encourage – no, they insist – that I question the entirety of the life in which I am immersed. Their goal? To show me the beauty in finding my own answers to the complex questions of life rather than taking someone else’s word for it.

The real challenge for most of us is finding the courage to even ASK a question. Think about it … doctors, clergy, politicians, societal minions and common, ordinary goofballs will try to convince you that you are not educated, spiritual, informed, enlightened or special enough to question their opinions, doctrines, philosophies or ponderings.

Bull shit.

Aren’t you glad that someone had the courage to ask all those learned fools if the world was truly flat? Imagine where you might be were it not for the generations of men and women who stood up to demand equality and justice, regardless of their color, gender or station in life. And maybe you will agree with me, but I am certainly glad that whole experiment with bloodletting is finally over.

The world does not encourage you to question, but I will suggest your Creator/Creatress does. Every Holy Book I own (and I have everything from the Book of Mormon to the Tao Te Ching) echoes the Bible’s encouraging words:  seek and you will find. Sometimes we forget the most important part of that adage … you will find.

And therein is the rub, the number one reason why people do not question … they will find the truth. And truth makes you get real. The majority of people are not ready to be real.

For me, being real means being conscious to something; actively aware it exists; cognizant of its presence. You can not be in denial when something is real.

Yes, being real takes courage. It can be equally fearful and joyous; overwhelming and underwhelming; a stroll in the park and the ride from hell; the brink of destruction and the edge of ecstasy. But in the end – whether its the end of the day, the end of an era, or the end of your life – being real is that one ingredient that gives life flavor, joy and meaning.

So … are you ready to ask the question; the question that gnaws at your soul, keeps you awake at night, tugs at your heart?

Ask your question … life is waiting to answer.

And so it is.

Robbie Dancing Sun Cat, copyright 2009

But what do you do when it’s time to update the blog, and your creative muse seems to be on extended holiday? A dilemma for sure for anyone who wishes to use words to speak to the hearts of others.

And then, as Spirit is want to do, for she works on her own time frame, the answer came without fanfare, but impactful nonetheless:  for today, don’t worry about others -  blog with your own self.

Blog with my own self.

Hmmm … I have been so busy talking to, writing for, and teaching others, I have given little regard to the one conversation I should have on a regular basis – the one with myself.

So, my Brothers and Sisters, just for today, do not look to my blog or the blogs of others for your inspiration, education, entertainment or guidance. Just for today, forget the Twitter Tweets of others, the Facebook posting of someone you hardly know, and the latest hilarious YouTube video. They will all be there tomorrow.

Just for today blog with yourself.

Inspire yourself. Educate yourself. Entertain yourself. Guide yourself.

And if you do so with an open mind and heart, you will find words, feelings and insights that just might spark the blogger in you, completing the circle as you inspire, educate, entertain and guide the rest of us.

And if the blogger in you is ready to speak to the world, WordPress is ready when you are!!

Yep, I’m sick and tired of people who can do nothing but watch American Idol or read Perez Hilton on the internet, talk about truth. They can barely look it up in the dictionary let alone understand its complexities.

I am equally weary of the intellectual bores whose IQ’s are bigger than their mortgage payments, and are only interested in the psychological and historical aspects of truth, rather than how it applies to their own lives.

Call me an elitist or a snob (and I’ve been called worse), but I want truth to be so much a part of me that I don’t know where I end and it starts. I don’t want to know it casually or theoretically, but in my very being-ness, in all that is my human existence.

I have come to a station in life where I will accept nothing less.

In doing so, I have asked the same question that has been asked by everyone at some point in their life, from starry-eyed poets to hardened criminals: what is truth?

It is incumbent upon all of us to initiate our own search for truth. In my search, I have examined the writings, philosophies, musings, oratorios and melodies of hundreds of humans who have lived before me, and of those who share the earth with me now. Some I vehemently rejected, while others I eagerly placed inside my heart. Still others I continue to dance and play with, trying to determine that place, if any, they have in my consciousness.

Yet, I am keenly aware that my opportunity to gather information is possible thanks to the willingness of others to share their thoughts and ideas with the world. For many of those individuals, the consequence of their sharing was the loss of life or liberty, yet many of them felt it was still better than the alternative of not sharing at all.

Therefore, it is the calling of this Sun Cat to share with you my answers to that nagging question, “what is truth?” I invite you to read and ponder. If you find something that works for you, I am honored. If you find something you feel necessary to reject, I honor you. You have exercised the greatest of all human expressions …. the right to choose.

And so it is.

A Sun Cat Looks For Truth

Truth is not found in only one book, place, people, generation, event, idea, philosophy, planet or universe; truth is in each of these places, individually and collectively.

Truth is not meant to be labeled, classified, catalogued or categorized as though it is an inanimate object, thesis or dissertation; it is not about how you define it, but rather how you express it.

Truth is not a possession individuals, governments or religions can (or ever will) own or control; it claims the universal right of self-determination and freedom.

Truth is multi-faceted and multi-dimensional; it is why humans can only see one side of it sometimes.

Truth is not one-sided; it is simple and complex, hard and soft, beautiful and ugly, male and female, big and small … everything and nothing.

Truth has been called many names; so, if a rose by any other name smells as sweet, why do we argue over what to call it.

Truth, which can be temporarily restrained, can never be permanently contained; it requires the breadth of entire universes in which to unfold and reveal itself.

Truth hides in plain view; waiting for the day when you finally recognize it has been there all along.

Searching for the truth is as much a truth as truth itself; and when you finish looking for the truth, start looking again.

You are truth. I am truth.

Truth is.

Robbie Dancing Sun Cat
Copyright 2009

Several years ago, I sent my now ex-husband an impassioned email full of drama and tragedy. I wrote with passion and fervor, and just knew after he read it he would call me with words of everlasting love gushing from his lips.

Nothing. Nada. Zip.

Days later a friend asked me what proved to be a life changing question: “well, what did you expect?”

I had to ponder that. What did I expect?

Months later, when my head was clearer and I was looking at my role in our failed marriage, I asked myself that question again:  what did I expect? The answer was not pretty.

What I really had “expected” was a reaction … a reaction that would make ME feel better, not one that reflected the truth of the matter. In effect, I wanted him to say what I wanted to hear instead of how he really felt.

By setting up that expectation, I set up a “no-win” situation, because I was asking him to react in a way that was not authentic to who he was or how he felt.

Just damn.

And as the boomerang of life is want to do, not long after that I was on the receiving end of someone else’s expectations. A friend called me, she was in crisis mode, and according to her, there simply was no more joy in her life. I listened to her intently; I was not unsympathetic to her situation. She asked, “what do I do,” and I replied, “I do not know,” because, well, I didn’t know what she should do.

I’ll cut to the chase … my friend was “appalled” that I did not have a better answer than that, given all the “stuff” I had studied. She scolded me, lamenting that if she had wanted an answer like that she would have called her mother!

Needless to say, I haven’t heard from the girl since.

Just damn.

Expectations – recklessly managed and casually considered – can become dangerous little daggers that can slice, dice, chop and puree any relationship into unrecognizable pieces. When, in our minds or hearts, we dictate to others how we hope they will feel, think, do or say, we are doing nothing short of manipulation; manipulation of someone else, and manipulation of a situation. The bigger question is why we create expectations to begin with.

Creating expectations of others generally reflects something not complete within our selves; a need for someone to replace, remove, soften, toughen, placate, smooth, explain, take away or deny some thought or feeling we can not handle. Fear, anger, sadness, confusion, loneliness, anxiety … these can hurt so bad that we will do anything – including putting unrealistic expectations on others – to keep from dealing with them.

So how do you manage expectations? Simple … you talk about them, and then mutually agree to them.

Do you expect your spouse to be faithful? How do you define “faithful?” Does your spouse define it the same way?

Are you expecting a certain friend to help you through a difficult time? Have you asked him or her to take on that role, and did he or she say yes? Did you define how “helping you” will look and feel?

Someone who is very dear to me made her expectations known about a topic that, for me, is a little touchy. Do I now have the right to say I do not accept your expectations and do something different? Absolutely! We both benefit because now our relationship has as its foundation mutual honesty. Even if we end up parting ways, we will do it respectfully, granting the other a most sacred honor:  agreeing to disagree.

The relationships you build with others is one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself. Relationships help you grow, bring untold joy and love, and open you up to experiences that make life worth living.

So, as you share this walk with those around you, be clear in your own mind about the expectations you have, making sure they come from a healthy, balanced part of your consciousness, and not from fear. Share your thoughts with your brother or sister. Listen to his or her thoughts. There is beauty in dialogue, if you will just let it shine through.

And I expect that if you will, life will have a much sweeter taste from now on.

Robbie Dancing Sun Cat
Copyright 2009

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 am 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 the way to
There why not share

And the load doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

A You Tube video of the Hollies: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1KtScrqtbc

A short distance from where I live is a boarded up home, a place where sanctuary turned into horror. The woman who lived there was brutally beat to death in her front yard by someone who supposedly loved her. The man will be in prison the rest of his life, and the children they shared are left with two gaping holes in their hearts.

Pain makes people do unimaginable things.

Remember that today as you continue on your journey of life. Say a kind word, for you know not the pain your brother and sister carries in their soul. For that matter, they probably do not realize the pain YOU continue to carry in your soul.

Pain is heavy thing to bear. Let’s help each other with it.

He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.

Robbie Dancing Sun Cat
Copyright 2009