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What’s on My Mind?

What’s on my mind?

Contaminated water, pipelines, watersheds, aquifers; Yellowstone River, Ohio River, Lake Michigan; our oceans; Standing Rock and peaceful, prayerful resistance everywhere; religions and spiritual beliefs. How many times must my mind circle these topics daily?

Protecting our water is a life-preserving necessity. Join me by protesting the action of the 1% who push the pipelines, fail to clean up the oil, saltwater and fracking residues, and dump oilfield sludge into our oceans; and refuse to respect the holiness of the life-giving waters and sacred land.

Protest with prayer and peace; write letters, call a political figure, attend meetings, donate time or money to legitimate causes. Efforts from all who believe in protecting our environment make widespread differences.

Sitting at my sister’s kitchen table with a glass of tap water and I wonder about the safety. What a conundrum…a gal needs to drink.

Which brings me to another mind shuffling topic; the bottled water industry, but that is for another day.

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I Corinthians 13

I Corinthians 13….Love is patient; love is kind…

A Bible truth that our country can use about now. The hurt and anger that the United States is experiencing will only be resolved through kindness, tolerance, and peace. Armed presence during peaceful, prayerful demonstration teaches our children to mistrust the very values we preach.

We teach about kindness and love and the power of prayer. What good are the teaching and preaching when a rifle is held up against the peace loving and prayerful as we see in Standing Rock and other peaceful demonstrations?

I am not religious, but I do love spirituality. Finding our way back to the simplest most basic teachings will help lead our country away from the edge and “eve of destruction.” Our country can not survive as a nation without the patience and love described in lCorinthians.

As Americans, let us raise up our hands and rally against the threatening upraised firearm, and sing together for kindred spirits to gather and work for what is right and good.

I write from the heaviness of my soul to touch at least one other who can hopefully understand the direness of my words.

So much I want to say. So little space. Thank you for reading a little bit of my heart.