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Salvation lives in the way we love. It is in the kindness we give freely, and in being mindful for the wellbeing of one another and Mother Earth. It is in hurting when another hurts, in empathy over judgement. It is in sharing resources, in joy and in the kind of laughter born of pure spirit. Salvation may be a road discovered by only a few, but it is one made for all, one we may only walk together as one world.
The jewels of the sea are washed upon the shore, every hue ordinary-extraordinary. At first glance they appear the same, yet Sam cares to pause, to let her eyes travel over them one at a time. Each is unique in shape and size; as different as a fingerprint. Alone each is a pebble, together they are the beach, finer than any image made by oils and brush, more alive than any made still through a lens.
The queen, in person, is much like the king. In our kingdom we have no ideas such as the queens of your fairytales; our history is one of egalitarianism, strong leaders with a sense of duty, sacrifice and protection. So, she had better role models I suppose, athletic women, all capable of taking command. We find your role models for women worrisome, so much psychological battery to starve and be weak, together with well intended calls for strength bringing cognitive dissonance - psychological torture en mass. With healthy role models, children learn easily what a lifetime of school cannot teach. They see our queen - a healthy, strong, decision-maker, freely cooperative not subordinate - and they become it too. Surely you know how natural learning works? We do.
Thus, we know the importance of having the right queen, not by blood or birth, but by who her spirit shows her to be, by her authentic self. Our queen is loving, empathic, clever, artistic, spiritual, practical, athletic, motherly and devoted to the service of others. She is honest, forgiving, compassionate, joyful and grateful. She is a humanitarian, an environmentalist and full of life. Our queen is a scientist, a writer, a philosopher and athlete. She is brave, giving and nurturing. She is all these things naturally.
Your monarchy has been entitled, unhappy, dysfunctional, aloof, unfit - obsessed with wealth, power and status... and look what you got. On our planet, we have a healthy society because we learned basic biology better than you, it's the foundation for everything. Natural God given leaders provide the north on your moral compasses, they are as the stake to the tomato vine, the anchor for the nation. A queen will have both great wisdom and a child's heart. She can live in modest homes, sleep under trees, eat ordinary food and still have the respect of nations. I wish you had leaders as such as ours, to heal yourselves and your planet... but perhaps you do, can you find your queen?
The quiet days were idled away, sitting in my armchair near the most sunny window. The song was the gentle hum of the laundry machine and the rhythmic passing of cars on the street. The high notes were the sirens, the horns and the hollering. I guess to someone unaccustomed it could be less than therapeutic, but I was a city girl, and these were the sounds of home.
The sandcastle deepens in colour toward the rock it rests upon. Salt water trickles over the granite, painting dark rivers which quickly dry. I imagine that the sand is sweet caramel, that the grains are golden sugar, and that this is my birthday cake. It's the moment I savour each year, the intense expectation of joy. Cake is just cake, sand is just sand, either way the moment is steeped in love and I let my mind dwell there.
The abandoned house stood in a composed way, as if it had chosen solitude for itself, as if residents were a luxury it could forgo. The floors had been a highly polished parquet, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie-set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odour, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn't solve. A spring clean, some fresh flowers, perhaps the house would enjoy the luxury of company.
The bark was the fingerprint of the tree, ridges raised and silvery in the morning light. To the touch it was the kind of roughness that comes with a father's whiskery kiss. Lena allowed her fingers to walk the craggy surface. Always there was the tingle, the feeling of the spirit that dwelt within.
The seedlings, after so long asleep, wake. Their leaves, at first pale, infuse with green. The stems that emerged unaware of direction, reach for the sunlight together. Tara watches with the pride of a mother, as they become a community of plants, vibrant and strong.
Under the summer sun I feel the warmth of those brilliant rays, of light granting us new vibrant colours, softly brushing smiles upon faces and hearts. I see the jazz begin in the way folks walk, in the way their eyes dance upon meeting. Perhaps that's why the warmth comes from within just as much, why the playing begins from youngest to old. It's when the laughter get's dialed up and jokes run free; it's when hugs travel on the breeze as sweet as any summer bloom.
The dew is beading finer than any wedding dress, effortlessly following the curves of the earth. The green beneath shines through, rich dark grass upon this nurturing incline. Just as when it is made anew in wintry whiteness, I can turn to see the gentle imprints of my feet, whispering the direction of my journey.
The trees that had kept them dry in every storm, offered shade in the heat. When there was no other rest to be found, they kept a welcoming patch of earth. That's where Amber would be on those long summer days, leaning on the tree, reading something good.
It was Excalibur, shining in the sun as if it were fashioned from the brilliant rays themselves. The broad silvery metal was warmed, as was the rock it rested upon. In all the landscape it was the thing that drew the eye, a symbol of the kind of bravery that enables others to find their own courage, to be more than they thought themselves able to be. Yet, as the moon, it was a reflection of the sunlight, of love's own energy and the duty of protection.