Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Wake Up People! We Need to Open Our Eyes!

Here are 2 places you can go to and sign up for their newsletters and see what is going on in our world regarding our health and rights to grow, buy or have the freedom to get things that are healthy.  They have really good articles on how you can improve your health, by avoiding certain things and by eating or doing certain things.

I have been doing my best to change my lifestyles in ways that will improve my quality (and hopefully quantity) of life. This mostly falling under health and faith changes that are done slowly and with effort, especially if it goes against my grain, like eating something good for me that my taste buds try to mutiny my tongue over, or eating humble pie. I find that no matter where I go subjects come up regarding one or the other. I usually am quick to tell people of my latest and greatest discoveries, to not only help them understand, but to help them see what I have been shown, because I would want the same done for me! In fact a lot of the time what I am telling people about was shown to me by someone else. A lot of the time people already know what I am telling them excitedly, or they are interested in what I have to share. Sometimes though I get what I call the "Cat Attack" reaction. It's where the person I am telling my new found (and intensely researched) truth or factoid suddenly and out of nowhere decides that what I am telling them A. Offends them, B. Is not what they want to hear (cause they don't want to change???) or C. Doesn't fall into their lifestyle or ideas. They suddenly rear up like they've been slapped, their eyes enlarge, their hackles stand on end, and they're claws come up and they slice the air with gesticulations and they hiss (or rather yell or have a very high decibel tone). I don't know one time that I have ever had this kind of reaction (and if I have I apologize, or maybe it was when I was so young I can't recall) so therefore I really don't understand it. Why can't people purse their lips and be polite, not say anything negative, just tell me politely they disagree, and that way we can discuss it like civilized humans?? If we can talk about it, maybe I can be shown reasons I have not seen and need to be shown or maybe they can hear my reasons and then go home and look it up and decide based on facts instead of emotions and whatever else inside them rears up when affronted with what I am telling them. I mean if you are into facts, truth, science or whatever word you want to call reality, then why can't you be open to change? Only one thing have I found to never change and that is the Holy Bible or Word of the Almighty and the Almighty Himself. We are the ones that are imperfect and need to change daily to better ourselves in every way we can, and that is an individual journey for each individual. As intelligent humans shown through history we are constantly learning and growing and changing in our ideas, and thinking. We find out that something isn't what we thought we change. If we don't then we will eventually stop progressing and become stuck in one place. That is how species die off, they stop changing and adapting to what's a new reality, whether it shakes their world or not.

Thursday, August 25, 2011


William H. Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Be Strong

Be Strong
Maltbie D. Babcock

Be strong!
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift;
Shun not the struggle--face it; 'tis God's gift.

Be strong!
Say not, "The days are evil. Who's to blame?"
And fold the hands and acquiesce--oh shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name.

Be strong!
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long;
Faint not--fight on! To-morrow comes the song.


Rudyard Kipling

God of our fathers, known of old—
Lord of our far-flung battle line—
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies—
The Captains and the Kings depart—
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called our navies melt away—
On dune and headland sinks the fire—
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe—
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard—
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard.
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!


Sgt. Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Plant A Tree

Plant A Tree

By Lucy Larcom

He who plants a tree
Plants a hope.
Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope;
Leaves unfold into horizons free.
So man’s life must climb
From the clods of time
Unto heavens sublime.
Canst thou prophesy, thou little tree,
What the glory of thy boughs shall be?

He who plants a tree
Plants a joy;
Plants a comfort that will never cloy;
Every day a fresh reality,
Beautiful and strong,
To whose shelter throng
Creatures blithe with song.
If thou couldst but know, thou happy tree,
Of the bliss that shall inhabit thee!

He who plants a tree,
He plants peace.
Under its green curtains jargons cease.
Leaf and zephyr murmur soothingly;
Shadows soft with sleep
Down tired eyelids creep,
Balm of slumber deep.
Never hast thou dreamed, thou blessed tree,
Of the benediction thou shalt be.
He who plants a tree,
He plants youth;
Vigor won for centuries in sooth;
Life of time, that hints eternity!

A Psalm of Life

A Psalm of Life
Henry W. Longfellow

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.