mother/earth
Environment, Life, Thinkr8

Mother Earth

“We’re sitting on our blessed Mother Earth from which we get our strength and determination, love and humility – all the beautiful attributes that we’ve been given. So turn to one another; love one another; respect one another; respect Mother Earth; respect the waters – because that’s life itself!”
– Phil Lane, Sr. – “The Man From Wakpala.”

The Environmental Protection Agency is dramatically reducing the amount of U.S. waterways that get federal protection under the Clean Water Act.

Here’s the Factama Analysis verifying the above EPA decision.


 

glory/new/day
creative writing, God, Life Experience's, Thinkr8

The Glory Of A New Day

A gentle breeze blows through the very top of the Palm tree. It is the first movement of nature that I hear. I sense a “Good morning” from the gentle wind of the Holy Spirit greeting me in this place of reflection. In the distance … for the entire story click
The Glory of a New Day – Welcome To My World!

You won’t regret it 🙂


 

Mystery? Nothing's Mysterious!
creative writing, Daddy, Poetry, Thinkr8

Mystery? Nothing’s Mysterious!

Can it be there are mysteries?
Yet nothing’s mysterious to me.
How do I know this history, not having lived it?
Perhaps we’ll see.

Psychic am I?
Daydream do I?
Clairvoyance be my curse?
Witch­craft?
Hypnosis?
Plain common sense?

Or do nightmares awaken to nurse a compelling thought in vicissitudes of man?


Source: Thinkr1

A Father's Ideologies
Author, creative writing, Father, Thinkr8

A Father’s Ideologies

PENMANSHIP AND INKWELLS

Children today have lousy penmanship. They can print like hell, though.
We may become a nation of printers. {YES!!!} Someday,
some smart guy is going to say, “let’s teach penmanship in school.”
He will be famous as the first man to be drowned in a gigantic ink­well.

Then along will come his successor, a man with 4 college degrees but can’t write.
We are progressing at the rate of one ink-well every generation.

TO “BE” OR “NOT TO BE”

My life has been, since high school days, a series of ups and downs.
Often, I have wished for a life which would carry along at a steady relaxed pace;
and a minimum of anxiety and insecurity. But, I realize that,
if one is going to become an individualist he must always share anxiety and insecurity.

The reward is greater (as far as I am concerned)
in hitting at least one high spot in my life than working at drudgery year after year.

This is, I suppose, a. desire “to be” than a “never be”,
as far as accomplishments are concerned.

The big problem here is, that “to be” one must be a constant companion of
drudgery before he becomes, “to be.”

Then he must become a cauldron of anxiety and insecurity to hold status quo.


From Thinkr1: My Father – 1970 something.