Ramblings from the Homestead

I n my humble opinion, (and since this is my blog, I will share it) , education, degrees, and years of indoctrination in institutes of higher learning do not make one in any way superior to the masses of people who have not been afforded this opportunity. Thinking too much, living up in their heads, and not integrating all they have learned with their actions, intellectual snobs and highly intelligent elitists storm through the world, dismissing anyone who does not hold their world views, leaving abandoned hearts and cold misunderstandings in their wake. While I value and respect the huge resources of knowledge from those who have gone before me, I keep coming back to this: "People don't care what you know, unless they know that you care." The greatest of the gifts we are given is not our giant brain or "superior" intelligence, but our giant hearts and superior actions toward ALL our brothers and sisters... even the ones with whom we may not always agre

Some thoughts to begin the day…. Where to begin…. I have so many things I want to get down on paper before they fly out of my head like a flock of wheeling starlings and are gone forever… so I will try: Obedience…. Oh, this word! How I railed and fought against it for so long. Submit? NEVER. Not me. I was strong, proud, independent, intelligent, and unrepentant. I would NOT submit or back down, ever. And yet… perhaps, through a tiny crack in my strong façade, crept doubt that, well, maybe MY way of doing whatever it was… might not be the best way, the easiest way, or the “right” way….  Oh, who cares about being right? I am a seeker, a researcher… I have always looked for answers, for information, for knowledge and deeper understanding… I have not ever been content to rest on what I know now, but rather to explore and search and question… yes, question everything, including myself. And when I do, I discover that I know such an infinitesimal drop of nothing in the huge pool of wi

Of all the hurts I inflicted the worst was my permission to take myself places where my soul screamed I went willingly, mutely stomach crawling, trembling remembered shame and rage now seen as the truth mistaken for thrill young and yearning I gave parts of me away more and more were taken till all that was showing was the spark of my heart winking feebly dimly glowing, almost ashes Your breath softly fanned it cupped it gently coaxed it to life sheltered from the storms first a tiny flame a small fire grew sputtering, strengthening now crackling forth to sustain me and warm the one who rebirthed the fire in me