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When a place of worship crumbles
Into hell of gore and pain,
And the sorrows of the many
Become what connects us all again,
Know that care can conquer ugly
And that compassion outdoes hate’s disdain,
As long as we eject terror
To heed the better, deeper call,
That anything that harms our kinship
Diminishes the very core of all,
Just as anything that builds it
Can lead humanity to standing tall.
For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
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She held her breath and waited for the instant
In time
Where Earth’s equator passed through
The center of the sun.
Imperfectly balanced
As it was
By arcs and tilt and latitudes,
She cared not about
The argument that it could never be
In ideal form,
Or that the exact timing
Varied
With convictions
And perceptions of the mind.
She paused nonetheless,
Determined
To witness the fleeting equilibrium
Of light and dark,
And the shift of balance
That it could,
perhaps today, allow.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Equinox in 83 words
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So, WordPress has had a bit of a snafu … where settings of some accounts have been somehow unilaterally altered, resulting in people not receiving email notifications for new posts from some websites.
I found out about the problem when I stopped receiving email notifications from my own blog to my own new posts …
WordPress support looked into it, and it seems that ‘something’ (WordPress doesn’t know, but I highly suspect goblins, who are known for mischief) had turned off new-post-email-notifications on my subscription to my own site! I had to manually go in to turn it back on, and it seems I am not alone …
If you hadn’t received emails about new posts from me over the last 2-3 days, I recommend checking that your new-posts-email-notifications are still turned on.
It only takes a moment.
Here’s how:
Scroll down the lists of websites you follow till you see my blog/website — there will be a little ‘setting’ cogwheel button underneath the “following” indicator.
Click on the ‘settings’ and a small window will open. If the “email me new posts” option isn’t turned on, ‘switch it on’ and you’ll be all set.
[You can do the same with other websites you follow if you suspect you’ve somehow stopped getting emails about new posts from them – good indicator is if you can still see posts from them in your ‘Reader’ but hadn’t gotten emails about those posts.]
THANK YOU for reading this, and please let me know in the comments if you had similar issues and/or if your settings had been ‘goblinized’ … I am grateful to all of you who follow my blog and read my posts, and wouldn’t want anyone to miss posts from me or from other bloggers due to technical glitches and mishaps.
As for the goblins … may they go frolic with dragons and elves over pots of gold at ends of rainbows, and leave us humans to our bloggizations. Amen.
Na’ama
Photo: Inbar Asif
Would you sell your soul
To sorrow?
Would you reap
Hate’s awful gain?
Would you let go of
Tomorrow
So false power
Rise again?
Will your heart see
All humanity?
What will you allow,
Sustain?
Will your soles
Feed earth
Or hollow
Out it’s wealth
To drain?
Will you leave
Your soul abandoned?
Will you let your spirit
Die?
Or will you hold on
To the morrow
In a world
For you
And I?
For the SoCS prompt: Soul/sole
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
For the gate from the old
Must stand guard
Not by sword
But to hold
Off the passage of years
So the lessons of past
May find ways to
Be cast.
For Cee’s Black &White Photo Challenge: Fences and Gates
I will not be for sale. Not today. Not tomorrow.
Limit not my conditions. Offer no terms for me.
There’s no deal worth my special. Shelves or fly off – I’m free.
For Three Line Tales
“It’s an effing eyesore.”
“I don’t care.”
Martin balled his fists but Susan just gazed at him.
She said nothing but he knew: Raise a finger on me and off to jail you go. The judge was clear: Anger-Management or prison. Martin took the former but could swear Susan’s infuriating behavior intended to get him the latter.
He inhaled slowly before turning away. “When Sanitation fines us,” he growled, “it’s all yours to pay.”
“Fine,” she shrugged. “Though I think they won’t.”
He glared. “Why? Got connections?”
“Nope,” she patted the rotting piano. “I’ve registered it as street art.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Carol Hornig: Much loved, deeply missed
Five years ago today
You passed on
Into effervescent light,
Boundless love,
And joyful belly laughs.
It is no wonder, for
You have lived light, even
Through deep pain.
You have breathed
Unconditional
Love
And nourished all you’d met
Along your path.
You have gifted us all with your
Laughter,
Your glorious heart.
You are now
One
With it all,
In the place your soul
Must have always known
As home.
Photo: Karen Forte
“…There’s a special beauty to the world resuming definition. I always loved pre-dawn and the gradual emergence of the world from under wraps of darkness. A hesitant light followed by a glorious brush of sunrise obliterating the black with oranges and yellows so bright you must look away and blink, only to find morning had arrived.
I walked faster now that I could see more of the ground in front of me. Brambles and tangled roots were easier to avoid and step over when I didn’t need to test every step.
Sunrise in the forest felt gentler than the ones I’d sat through on my porch. Not so much a blinding line of light across the sky as it was a filtering of color working its way from the canopies above and down the foliage, branches, trunks and finally the ground. Tired and worried, I still found myself mesmerized by the wonder of it all. Goosebumps covered my arms not only from the morning chill but also from something that felt almost like a memory: pink sky chasing blue across the ceiling of the world, the dazzled dance of dust along the shafts of molten, golden light. It felt familiar. Maybe I had seen a forest-sunrise during my own life’s dawn. …”
(Excerpt from “Outlawed Hope”)
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Sunrise
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
The birds spiral
‘Round the spire
And the bells peal
Half and whole,
As the sky paints blue
Horizons
In a neighborhood
For all.
For the Lens-Artist Challenge: Around the neighborhood
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