Are there ever such things?
Or threads in the universe strumming, at just the right moment, to begin a new song? These were the thoughts floating through my mind, after connecting in a circle of grandmothers last weekend.

Enter stage right
A few hours pass with nine blessed souls: lives connecting for but a moment on the timeline of our lives. Yet profound, they rang as music to my ears, struggling to help loved ones understand the danger of our day, and the need to prepare.   I heard about a World War II veteran, one woman’s Father, whose study by commission during and after World War II was to find out, among the Nazis, 

“How did it happen? How did so many steer so far awry? And what was the state of mind of the German population by and large, immediately after?” 

Coincidence? Perhaps? 

Perhaps, we are pieces on a larger chessboard of life,
sensitive to the strumming of our threads…moved about at just the right times…in the song of our hearts? She sent me the documentary she’d created from the letters exchanged between her parents, A Memoire. 

I was so moved by the story, what she created, that my heart swelled, 

“Good Morning! I am watching your documentary, “Untold” right now :)”

(Oh dear, did I send a smiley face? I thought a little while later. It was so beautiful the love story…but then, oof! I’ll wait until after watching the rest of it, to see what rises and send a followup.)

… To Deborah Levine: in a  heartsong  (interspersed, from here, in italics)

“Untold” A Memoire

The beginning, so lovely, 

a view into a time and a world I never knew–

(What a beautiful love story!)

The transition, its developing, 

its ending, well, sobering–

The disbandment of our education system–today

Truly, have you seen our day? Years ago, I’d have been oblivious. My head in the sand, clueless. Except, for a fork in the road. Another thread tugged. This one, not by happenstance, one of our stars in the sky–without my knowledge–was about to go out. Instead, she came here to my home. Followed by another, they two, opened my eyes to what I never knew I never knew. That was the first time I ever heard of DEI, Diversity, Equity and Inclusion, so happy was I to see the work being done. In the spirit of my own path, Of Christianity, I felt my heart warm with the thought that we were soul sisters and yet we were so different, I thought. Yet here they were, alongside me, caring about what Jesus would, too!

Today, in disbelief, I see the opposite happening in the name of my Jesus and I am dismayed, reminded of a scripture, aptly describing our day,

“judgment is turned away backward, and justice standeth afar off: for truth is fallen in the street, and equity cannot enter.” Isaiah 59:14

the similarities–

in present leadership. 

How to rise the tide, 

with love? 

I saw it coming, but had no status, no money, no voice, though I got on Facebook (100 followers) and Nextdoor, Wondering would anyone see? Why are so many Christian’s allowing Jesus to be placed upon a Trojan horse?

We know– 

how the story goes 

How do we bring what benefits–

gathers like hearts? 

Together, to sing? 

This echoes the greatest wish of my heart, springing from a traumatic event in my life since 2015, “that I could be an instrument in some way in the bringing down of manmade walls of religion, and otherwise, between us (inflicting pain that need not be) so we can see each other as we really are? I’d had a taste that this was true in my own life.

And the threads came strumming–

Ten years later, I now see that there were walls in need of coming down in me! A story for another day, yet suffice it to say, I now know beyond a doubt

we are more alike
on our paths than we are different. In heart, there are mystics who travel through the fire of every path, of every walk, and every religion: determined to love, come what may. Mystics who have travelled the dark night of the soul…perhaps many, who can lend light to our people, in mass, entering

into the dark night of the soul collectively for the first time
These light bearers, among our elders, are rising to the beat of the inner-strumming of the heart, where they stand: in every city and state and province, of every country and every land. How do we gather, I wonder, gather together to sing? 

To rise up our day–

united in wisdom,

across “divides”–

A beauty, to echo,

the cooing of a dove,

echo, echo, 

echolocation–

into the chaos, 

our divide? Rsen

How do we gather? How do we ride? Not to the call of revolution, to prey, but into the journey of the heart? Rsën