TODAY I WATCHED IN HORROR as two men climbed a tree and began to saw off its living branches claiming it was "dead" when it looked very much alive to me...and deep inside that tree I knew a raccoon was sleeping in the place it had called home for all 5 years that I have lived in my third floor apartment which has enjoyed the shade of that tree for many a century before I came here...
MY MIND floated back to last month as I listened to a group of Tibetan Monks speak of being displaced from their homeland, living in exile in India, trying to hold onto the remnants of their culture and language...and then my mind shifted to the time I met my Cherokee grandpa's people for the first time...he had placed his children for adoption in 1935 and here I was looking back the red road of time to find a piece of him to hold onto...
HOME SWEET HOME...is it a place on the land or a place in our hearts? I think every day of the time I had to leave the home I had lived in for 10 years, forced out by harrassing neighbors and banks foreclosure following my hubby's unfortunate car accident...
Why is it that we as humans are so eager to displace others in the name of our own comfort and ease, thereby upsetting the delicate balance of our planet? Why is it that we complain when the earth shakes, rocks and rolls, groaning beneath the weight of greed and the plundering of earth's resources with no attempt to replace and care for what it has taken centuries and decades to produce with loving care?
CREATOR HELP US TO UNDERSTAND, CREATOR HELP US TO SAVE WHAT YOU HAVE GIVEN US FOR SAFE KEEPING: Our lives, our resources and OUR SACRED HONOR...
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Blessed Be!