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Notes to myself
This morning I’m seeking guidance for a way to discuss the concepts of, and my experiences with Mutual Aid in preparation for a discussion about that with my Quaker meeting.
Quakers have a long tradition of prayerfully reflecting upon a series of questions, we call queries, to facilitate our discussions of topics like education, social and economic justice, peace and nonviolence. You can see these queries here: Advices and Queries.
The brilliance of using questions stimulates each of us to engage with the topic, whether we speak aloud about our reflections or not. To facilitate reflection and prayer rather than being lectured to.
Developing queries about Mutual Aid to guide this discussion might be the best approach. So, what should the queries be?
We need to discuss:
- What is Mutual Aid?
- What are the pros and cons of charity?
- Why is Mutual Aid not charity?
- Examples of vertical and…
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Our Reason for Living
This moment is the opportune time to ask ourselves what is our reason for living. We have to have a vision, we can’t live in a vacuum. Money and luxury does not satisfy one’s thirst for peace. The only pacifier is finding a cause that benefits the Universe, and all living beings. We aren’t masters, we are co-creators who are tasked with making the world a better place than we found it. Peace to everyone wherever you are.
© Norma Bobb-Semple 2022
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She Was Him, He Was Her
Poetry Partners # 29
She was him
He was her
They were one
They were free
She had eyes that knew
His heart’s glow
A smile that filled the space
When spring made its way to their eyes
In the zephyr’s abracadabra
All the places they were at a loss for words
They were cinder sparked by a flame that grew
Fed by warmth
Touch of a look
Running like blood in their veins
He had the wisdom of a young ink
Unstolen by time
Knowledge eternal
On eternity’s edge
Searching for a lost song
Their gently heaving breath finds the pulse of possibilities
Agolden shovel poemby ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’
(inblank verse)
Temperature past the versing point, they
melted into glowing lava and were
blown with force through revelation's cinder
cone, as thick, boiling comprehension sparked
in their luminous core. Only then, by
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