People are always asking me, "How do you say good-bye in Cherokee?"
If a person gives out of a sense of obligation and resentment, no happiness comes to them from it and they are robbed of their "blessing" or status of being fortunate.
Who can imprison the wind even the soft, whispering wind?
Photo by Julia Volk on Pexels.com FACTS Facts are observable, objective pieces of evidence. If I find a piece of broken pottery I have a piece of something, but I don't have the entire artifact nor a complete understanding of the artifact from whence it came. We could say that the complete artifact is a … Continue reading Facts, Truth and Average People
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com “Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called the children of God.” This phrase is taken from the famous Sermon on the Mount found in the book of Matthew of the New Testament. WHAT’S A PEACEMAKER? We often think of a peacemaker as someone who settles disputes, but in … Continue reading Blessed are the Peacemakers
Photo by Gratisography on Pexels.com I sat down hours ago to write a blog post but nothing I wrote felt right to publish. I often refer to writing as me being a garden hose through which water flows. Water is energy and I like to feel energy flowing through me as I freely type what … Continue reading There’s a Kink in my Garden Hose
Photo by samer daboul on Pexels.com (taken from my hand-written journal April 16, 2000) Today I took a walk. I went out into the field to my "sacred place." I call it the Valley of the Crows, because they always gather there. It's really just a dip in a neighbor's field with a creek nearby … Continue reading BE MINDFUL OF NOW.
Photo by Jean Alves on Pexels.com If wishes were horses, I’d have a corral full! I wouldn’t have a place to put them unless I also wished for more land and barns. You see, I have a limitless source which supplies, not only my every need, but pretty much whatever I want, just not always … Continue reading IF WISHES WERE….
Photo by Monstera on Pexels.com We are like sentient characters in a great book of life and just as in the allegory from the previous post, our Creator would very much like to communicate with us and intervene in our stories, and does so when we ask. So, how do we purposely ask? Jesus told … Continue reading PRAY TELL, WHAT’S YOUR STORY? Part 2.
Photo by rikka ameboshi on Pexels.com Part 1 I am an author and as such, I view life through the eyes of a creator, a creator of realities, plots, and characters. What you are about to read is an understanding so big that it is difficult to even put it into words, and although I … Continue reading PRAY TELL, WHAT’S YOUR STORY?
Original photo by Darlene Franklin-Campbell, 2021 When I was a kid, my mom and I spent hours putting together jigsaw puzzles. I got pretty good at it. This week I put a puzzle together and as I did, I had a Forrest Gump’s Momma kind of moment, but instead of thinking that life is like … Continue reading Life is a Jigsaw Puzzle
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com My legal name is Darlene Campbell, but I have a tribal name, too. I have a sacred name that is known only to Creator. I have family nicknames and other nicknames from differing friends. I have a pen name. I have several forum names for various online interactions. I am … Continue reading WHAT’S IN THE NAME OF GOD?
“NOBODY GETS ME,” I told myself that for years. I looked for a true friend, a real kindred spirit. Finally, I get it. It’s not anyone else’s job to “get me.” It’s mine. Their job is to get themselves!
Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com Darlene Franklin-Campbell, August 31, 2021 Martin Luther King Jr. once said that it's only in the darkness that we can see the stars. So, the darker the night, the more obvious a star. A literal translation of that for those not so metaphorically inclined is that it's only in … Continue reading Hope.
Photo by Lum3n on Pexels.com Think of this. If I clean my chandelier because my aunt is coming and I'm afraid she'll criticize my housekeeping, or say something like, "I don't know why I even gave you that chandelier. You never clean it. You don't appreciate the things I give you," then why am I … Continue reading Lesson from a Chandelier