Today's Thought by T. Alisha Rogers

Everyday our world evolves, changes. We interact with each other in a more detached way. Is it due to technology? or is it due to a facade we create based on fantastic imagery. Humanitarianism is becoming lost. Activism is, at times, construed or interpreted as terrorism. What should be developing is a global consciousness for equality. Instead there is a subculture growing stronger controlling aspects of our lives as we are distracted by unrealistic reality.

Today's Thought by T. Alisha Rogers

There are times when a previous thought or inclination must be revisited. The importance of select individuals is often clarified through action. It is up to each individual to determine if the action is performed in love or malice. Inclusion, exclusion or excision is a means to demonstrate salience. One must ask themself, "Am I included, am I excluded, am I excised?" In addition, we address the same conscious thought to others, are they included, excluded or excised? Sometimes others will include, exclude, or excise themselves. Examine your circle of peers, where do they place by action.

I AM YOUR MOTHER - Native American Poetry

I am your Mother, do you not hear my heart beat,

Can you not feel the love I send;

Was not the air you breathed, my scent so sweet,

Is my pain hard for you to comprehend.

 

Upon my body snow lays soft and white,

Beneath my skin the future sleeps;

My blood flows to nurture and delight,

Into the ground it deeply seeps.

 

Mountains tall, clouds wreath my crests,

Rolling hills once wooded thick;

Gentle prairies too were once lush with grass, 

Where did my bounty go so quick.

 

Sandy beaches and rock girded shore,

Where ocean waters sweep and crash;

A land of beauty, once so pure,

Marred by man's actions heedless and rash.

 

All this beauty was yours to behold,

Your duty was to love, cherish and protect;

Feel my anguish, the pain in my soul,

All I asked was your respect.

 

I am your Mother.

Wazi Nagi, 'Pine Tree Soul'

She Who Heals- Native American Poetry

Mother, sing me a song 

That will ease my pain, 

Mend broken bones, 

Bring wholeness again.

 

Catch my babies 

When they are born, 

Sing my death song, 

Teach me how to mourn.

 

Show me the Medicine 

Of the healing herbs, 

The value of spirit, 

The way I can serve. 

 

Mother, heal my heart

So that I can see

The gifts of yours

That can live through me.

- Unknown

Today's Thought by T. Alisha Rogers

 I believe that within each of us is the ability to be generous with ourselves. We take a moment to answer a question, give directions, advice and sometimes a shoulder to lean on. This is a form of love, love of mankind compassion. If one is fortunate enough to be the recipient of this it is a glorious feeling. If one is the giver of such an act, then they are truly a gift to mankind. Unconditional love, give it, receive it, be it, it is the only way to live it.