My Greedy Christmas List

 

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Dear Santa,

This Christmas, I want world peace. I want the riots to stop. I want ebola to be vanquished, and I want sex trafficking and the brutalization of women to stop. Just stop it.

I want you to Bring Back Our Girls, I want you to bring a stop to barbarism in the name of God and war.

I want ISIS warmongers to know that the goddess ISIS is Feminine, the patron spirit of women, the goddess of empowerment, magic and life. I want them to know they defile everything she represents.

Santa, I want you to end world hunger. Aids. Homelessness, too.

And while you’re sprinkling your fairy dust, I want a cure for cancer. All cancers, not just the ones that get all of the PR.

I want clean drinking water, the nectar of life, for everyone.

I want the school shootings to stop. I want an education for every single child on this earth because an educated child has options that don’t have to include poverty, racism, terrorism and ignorance.

I want jobs so people can feel useful, purposeful, resilient, and feed their families.

I want the droughts to end, the fires to burn away, and I want healthy chemical-free food for the masses.

I want you to quiet the earth, calm her, and keep her from quaking.

I want you to cure loneliness and depression….I want you to mend all of the broken hearts, minds, bodies and spirits, just like Humpty Dumpty put them back together again.

When you’re finished, I want you to put an end to reality TV. That way people can focus on their own dreams and lives to make this world better.

And finally, I want you to paint the world tolerant, joyful, and make it a more loving place for people of all races, creeds, colors, religions.

I know, Santa, I’m being greedy. Greedy. Greedy. Heaven knows there’s enough of THAT in this world….so let me add greed to the list. I want you to stomp it out. Replace greed with generosity, with open hearts, minds and pocketbooks.

Just this once, Santa. I promise, I won’t ask for anything else. Except for the grace to keep hoping, praying, working for everything you might leave off of my list.

Big Hug,

Lisa

If you’re interested in more thoughts on integrity, compassion and grace–if you’re looking for  exploratory questions to unearth pieces of your soul, check out my book Tao Flashes. Or visit me at http://www.facebook.com/taoflashes or on twitter @taoflashes

This Mother’s Day, Keep The Cards. Free Our Girls.

One might argue that the kidnapping of nearly 300 young girls on the opposite side of the globe has no bearing on your life. But I won’t be the one. Because I don’t believe it.

When the Islamic militant group Boko Haram abducted hundreds of young girls at their boarding school in Nigeria on April 14, there was an outcry of rage and disbelief that reverberated through hills and mountains, through villages and small towns and metropolitan cities around the globe.

And the collective “NO,” that echoed across continents morphed into action with worldwide protests, including one at the Nigerian embassy in Washington, D.C.  It morphed into online campaigns and petitions  with a million signatures urging action. And the U.S. government  sending a military and law enforcement team to Nigeria to help in the search for the missing girls.

I  joined the campaign to Bring Back Our Girls. I signed one of the petitions and have been tweeting and posting messages with the blind faith that somehow, someway, it will help create awareness and shine a light in some very dim places.

If you believe as I do, that every thought is a prayer, then I am praying these girls home with every tweet and post.

I share this with you because I also believe in the principle of oneness, that we are all connected in spirit. And what is in the one is in the whole.

So, when we allow hundreds of innocents to be sold into slavery and say it’s just another day (in that country, the one over there), I think we lose a little piece of our humanity. And maybe unintentionally, we give permission to the heavens to let the inhumanity spread across continents into the ethers, and into our common psyches.

This Mother’s Day, my heart will be with my beloved son who lives away, and with hundreds of moms in Nigeria who will be grieving over the unimaginable atrocities of body and spirit their daughters are likely enduring.

 My prayer on Mother’s Day is the same one I say today:Bring Back Our Girls.meme bring back our girls

 If this resonates with you, I hope you share the message. Please use the hashtag #bringbackourgirls.

 

 If you’re interested in more thoughts on integrity, compassion and grace, particularly at midlife, read my book Tao Flashes.  Or visit me at www.facebook.com/taoflashes or on twitter @taoflashes.