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The Beauty of India – the Soulful Women

One of the most moving portions of my trip was engaging with the people of India.  When they look into your eyes, they see your soul.  They don’t glance away.  They look deeper.  There is a genuine desire to “know” you and honor the divine in you, thus where the word Namaste comes from.

As part of SHEROES United, I got the privilege to go into the Himalayas and bring Humanitarian relief.  But honestly, visiting them, I got humanitarian relief.  Relief that there are still such genuine, kind, loving people in the world.  These are people who are gracious and grateful for the smallest of blessings.

After we spent time with the children (a beautiful earlier post), we received the beautiful blessing of meeting the moms of the kids, plus other women who had heard of our arrival.

Our wonderful Drum Goddess, Katie Jo, pulled out her drums and then we were  off to an adventure of bringing the beauty of sound to the village women.  One woman would strike the drum with a small stroke, and Katie Jo would encourage them to strike it hard.  The sound then filled the room and soon the dancing broke out, and we saw the women’s hearts soar with the beats.  What a wonderful sight to see these women laughing and dancing with so much joy.  We gave the drum to the grandmother who really encouraged  all to dance.  But the most beautiful sight of all  was when I looked to the back of the room to the faces of the sons and grandsons of the woman who had witnessed their moms and grandmothers dancing in spirit.  What a sight to see!

I will forever be changed getting the honor and privilege of being a part of watching spirits soar.

(p.s.  The last picture is one of our drivers…look at the GRIN! The power of the drums is evident on their faces.)

 


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Re-remember on This Day

My Post is in response to the quote below and the fabulous picture and story  by  Leada Gore below.

“137 years later, Memorial Day remains one of America’s most cherished patriotic observances. The spirit of this day has not changed – it remains a day to honor those who died defending our freedom and democracy.” – – Doc Hastings

 

I LOVE my country.  To this day when I hear the Star Spangled Banner or recite the pledge, as I’ve done hundreds of times before,  my heart is filled with reverence and the deepest gratitude.  It is an honor to stand at attention for the sacrifices so many have made, life and limb and mind. I know I have not earned this freedom I have been given; but I will work every day to cherish and respect it’s blessings. It is what I do with this freedom that matters: creating peace, sharing the wealth, holding all people sacred.  If I can lighten the load of another, I will do it.

PEACE and JOY and RESPECT to all.   Thank you.

Marie

American flags were placed out at Mobile National Cemetery in observance of Memorial Day.Michael Langston with Worrell Contracting, cleans the headstones at Mobile National Cemetery Friday, May 25, 2012 in preparation for Memorial Day Monday, May 28. The Memorial Day service at the cemetery is set for 9:00 am. (Press-Register, Bill Starling)Bill Starling | AL.com Contributor

WEBSITE:  http://www.al.com/news/index.ssf/2016/05/memorial_day_2016_quotes_remem.html


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Soul Quest -India

india at the schoolsIndia was a spiritual buffet, a great feast for the soul.  There were so many new tastes and smells and sounds and heart tuggings in one space.  One must venture out of their own back yard often.

Where to begin?  Ahhh, that is a most spicy question with so many answers! There is so much to say and only so much time to write.  I’ll start with my favorite and let the words pour from my soul.  There is enough juicy material for a very long time.  Our group started the adventure as a way to work on our books, to experience and support one another.   We ended up writing new chapters in our own life stories…One of our goals was to meet the children in the Himalayas and bring supplies to the homes of the people.

Upon first sight, I fell in love.  There is so much GOLD in the SOULS of the children. Their hearts are so tender an and full of hope.  Their thoughts are on what they have, not what they lack.  The first thing they did was sing a song of “We Shall Overcome.”  The sweet sounds of innocent voices aware of their situations but not letting it hold them down was uplifting and even enlightening.  Their music sounded like an angels choir.  Nothing is sweeter to my ears than the sounds of children gathering to sing.  My heart was full.  Then they sang their national anthem, while a young man full of passion and vigor beat a drum in accompaniment.  When the children heard the drums, their smiles grew wide and they belted the song even more.  After the song, each of the children got to beat the drum.  Sound is a powerful, soul changing tool.  I watched in amazement as each child first did a light tap on the drum, and then a strong beat that bellowed a big sound.  BOOM! I witnessed the empowerment that the drum sound gave to each child.  A shy, timid, young girl sat taller in her chair that day.

Then I was so blessed to teach them a hand game learning patterns and rhythms.  Kids love these games, and I was reminded of my love for “playing” with the children…sometimes forgotten in a public education back in the states because of rigorous curriculum.  The teachers were gracious to give us their time, and the head master said one of the first things he wanted to do was buy a drum for the children.  They were elated!   There was much gratitude as we passed out the stickers and books we had brought.  For them, it was like Christmas.  I was in deep gratitude knowing that the gently used books I brought would be cherished, and we had not only made a small contribution toward their education, but we brought smiles and built a bridge.

  I LOVE PEOPLE!!!  (especially children…yes, I’ll always be a teacher at heart…and I will be forever changed.)    Namaste.  Mariemarie in sari

 

 

 


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Made of wire.Blow the picture up to see up close!

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Discover Center tunnel made of tape!


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Happy Women’s Day – ‘She is a girl’

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Don’t clip her wings,

for she wants to fly,

Higher, than the reach of your eyes,

Don’t…

Don’t break her courage,

for she dares to dream,

awake from a past full of screams,

Don’t…

Don’t put her beneath your notice,

for she is a woman,

a mother , a sister, a daughter, who insists,

on being heard,

Don’t…

For as history has shown,

and future will see,

she is beyond grasp,

she is free…

She will learn what there is to learn,

and she will fly in the clear blue skies,

She will rise after each fall,

and she will conquer all that lies,

in her path…

She will not stay under your oppression,

but please do not torture her with your brutality,

she is stronger than you will ever know,

but set her free, in the name of humanity,

for she is a girl, and she can do everything,

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Hello My Daddy

Good morning my daddy.   On the anniversary of your death, I write this to you in honor of the poem we got to write together.  I remember how excited I was about finding a way we could talk and share more intimately through a mode you loved best.  I couldn’t wait to write more poems with you.  Later that week, you had your stroke.

I love this picture.  Carole calls it the goodbye picture…but today, it’s the Hello My Daddy picture.  Heard your EMS sirens today…so I know you’re awake.  I love you.daddy and me      20160301_072054_resized

I REMEMBER

I remember when you were just a vault…no affection…little talking…always about you.

I remember the first time I asked you if you could do the Father’s Legacy project.  You were apprehensive, but you said, “I could probably do that.”

I remember asking the first question and held my breath for the answer.  It was a simple question like “What is your favorite color?”  You answered two questions that day.

I remember when you would peak over my shoulder to make sure the questions I asked were in the book.  We were building trust.

I remember the first time you were vulnerable and told me your angel story.  This time you held your breath, until I said, “I believe in angels too Daddy.”   I felt your sigh of relief as your story, held in for about sixty years, was believed for the first time.

I remember coming to visit you in the summers as you told me about all the junk in your junkyard and learning why they were your treasures and realizing you were an artist like me.

I remember our last summer together savoring every detail….getting lost with you and loving every minute.  Our last Father’s day, making it special with a sheet for a table cloth and wild sunflowers from your backyard. It was so special that I will always remember it, but you couldn’t remember it the next day.

I remember writing this “I remember poem with you”

and then it all went black…and there was no more remembering.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Cover Reveal

Great writer. You won’t be disappointed. Happy reading!

Rhonda's avatarWelcome to the Online Home of Author Rhonda Blackhurst

Shear Deception Cover Reveal…

book_cover_RGB_300dpiWhen Melanie Hogan learns her estranged mother, Violet, is coming to visit for Melanie’s 40th birthday, she desperately wishes for something to happen that would change that. She quickly learns she needs to be more specific when she wishes for something.

When a body is discovered in the woods by Melanie’s Minnesota lake house, it nearly gets both her and Violet killed. Melanie retreats to the familiar and comfortable surroundings of the beauty salon she owns with her best friend Claire, but when the details surrounding the death begin to unravel, Melanie is thrust into the middle of the investigation.

When her grandmother, Rose Donnelly, is the next target, Melanie will stop at nothing to stop the killer, unraveling a tangled web of lies and deceit that ultimately leads to her freedom.

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Boise SHEROES United-One Billion Rising

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Around Valentine’s day, all over the world, people danced for justice, building awareness of the  rise of violence of women.  One in three women will be beaten or raped in her lifetime, equaling ONE BILLION women in the world.

According to the Huffington Post:

 4,774,000 women experience violence from an intimate partner                   every year

   10,000, 000 children are exposed to violence every year (too many)

Dancing is a non-violent protest. It was an honor to be with these women, collaborating groups and dancing together, encouraging each other to speak our truths.

          This day we danced for Joy and for the beauty of life.

          This day we danced for JUSTICE.

           This day we danced to HAVE OUR VOICES HEARD,                                                                 some for the first time.

           This day we danced even for women we didn’t know because we had              WITNESSED  INJUSTICE & WANTED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT  IT.

It was the first time we  came together as part of SHEROES United, originating out of Utah, now staring a chapter here in Boise.  Also, the beautiful  Boise Braveheart Women came to dance with us.  Sisterhood is a blessed thing.

Won’t you join us.  Won’t you rise?

Let’s build a WORLD OF PEACE.

NAMASTE’

 

 


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ONE BILLION RISING

Did you know that  one in three women will be beaten or raped in her lifetime, equaling One Billion in the world.  A brave woman, Eve Ensler, started a movement called One Billion Rising.  In Boise, Idaho, we are rising tomorrow, FEB. 13, at noon on the Capitol steps.  I’ll post pictures Sunday.

This video is graphic, but it explains the “why” we are rising.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0UADKtn1vg&sns=fb

 

 

 

 

This video shows women rising up and using their voices.  If you go to OneBillionRising.org, you can see rising all over the world.

 

 


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Book Birthday | Seeking Solace

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seekingsolace Seeking Solace

This week is the one year anniversary of the publication of my poetry collection, Seeking Solace. To celebrate, the Kindle edition is on sale until Sunday, available for just 99p / 99 cents, as well as in a paperback format as usual.

That said, you can find it on Amazon UK by clicking here or Amazon US by clicking here. You can also find it on Goodreads.

I’ve included a couple of poems below which appear in the collection to whet your appetite. Huge thanks to anyone who picks up a copy. If you enjoy it, please feel free to leave a review; what a lovely first birthday present that would be 😉 Happy reading!

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I SEE YOU, WALLFLOWER

Shapeless shadows drifting,
obscured by their own darkness.
A whisper in the breeze,
a raindrop on an ocean
lost, but no less living.
Elusive and…

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