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Trayvon Martin and Injustice in America

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When I heard the verdict in the Trayvon Martin case, I wept. I wept for my country, I wept for my family, I wept for Trayvon’s family, I wept for Trayvon. “No justice. No peace,” mirrored in crystal tears.

I weep for America. The case is a black and white portrayal of the racism still deeply ingrained in American society, a farce of everything that is called justice. The verdict echoes through the hallowed halls of abolition, civil rights, affirmative action, and every other progress we claim to have made in America. The cry for equality returns void, the pound of the gavel snuffing out the life of so many Trayvons now and forward.

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Choose Life that You May Live

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The beginning of healing is realizing that I am one with all. All other people. All the universe. I can never be truly well if the weakest around me is suffering. Every pain of the other is my own.

The Tree mourns every leaf that falls. So many have foolishly amputated themselves from the Tree of Life. They trade in their spiritual destinies for some temporal glitter. They can no longer drink of the deep roots buried in the River of Life. They prance and flaunt their idols, so self-assured in their minuscule “accomplishments” while they are dying of spiritual dehydration. This is the source of so much dis-ease in our world. This sickness is an epidemic in Western society, which prides itself on “science” and “knowledge.”

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A Commitment to Compassion

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“True compassion is not just an emotional response, but a firm commitment based on reason.” The Dalai Lama

On a lazy Saturday, I decided to take my son to the Mall of America. We played with Legos and walked through the Nickelodeon Universe amusement park. I watched my son smile, and I reminisced on the fun and joy of childhood, when a cry suddenly shattered my thoughts. I turned to see a little girl, waiting for her turn at a ride, suddenly dissolve into tears. Large, sobbing tears of despair. The ride attendant snapped, “Go find your mom and get some more money if you want to get on. Your bracelet does not have enough left.” The girl’s cheeks reddened and she ran off. I wished I had some money or a ride bracelet to give to her, but I had nothing with me. All I could offer at that moment was a kind word. “Everything will be ok.”

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Caring for the Hurting

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Photo used freely, courtesy of saavem on stock.xchng

This is a story I wrote for a college class that I took on death and dying. I have also shared this on another blog, prophetessamy.com. Although this story is fiction, it is repeated every day around the nation. We as a society have little time, patience, or compassion for the poor and the hurting. We walk by them every day in our hurry to get to our next appointment or our next job assignment.

As a Reiki practitioner and healer, it is my job to seek out the poor and the hurting and bring them healing. Everyone is called to the same healing work and compassion for their fellow human beings. This is what Jesus was talking about in his famous Good Samaritan parable.

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Stop the Bleeding

Tears fell down her face, streams watering the fertile fields of her cheeks and mouth. She thought about that night.

That fateful, terrible, wonderful night.

Oh, she loved him. That was for sure.

But why did he have to come on to her like that? Why could she not find the strength to resist? Or did she really want to resist?

The love had overcome her, like the gentle passion of a lone candle. The passion mounted until hot lava filled her body, seeping from her ears and coursing down to her toes.

But single candles have a way of becoming wildfires. The wildfire left its mark in her swelling belly and scattering friends. Even her family threatened to disown her. How could she dishonor us like that? Didn’t we raise her better?

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