Verdict

Verdict

Verdict: A life of choice;
Even as each city block holds a roulette wheel of threat or treasure.
Verdict: A life of Truth;
Admitting that the face of the known may be the face of the foe.
Verdict: A life of alone;
A reminder that All came in this way and All must exit the same. So we may as well be at peace trekking solo.
Verdict: A life of Life;
There is no other choice, no other truth. Alone or with companion, it is the Gift and the Curse…

but it is mine all the same.

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A Kosher Haiku (or) Ode to Bacon

A Kosher Haiku (or) Ode to Bacon

Chef Leviticus,
“Faith Identity Dining!”
Pork! How you treif me!

“Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.”– Doug Larson

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Prayer for Rain

Prayer for Rain

Yet another moon wanes
And goodbyes and forgiveness still won’t pass these lips.

So I pray for the rain to come wash this memory away.

When the home of your hopes becomes but a forest of toppling trees,
Sitting in the destruction leaves the obviousness of those shallow roots, raw in the heart.

So I pray for the rain to come wash this memory away.

If building from this fallen wood could make all anew,
There would be a thousand abiding temples innate in all of us, built solely on faith.

So I pray for the rain to come wash this memory away.

And when there is nothing left to walk from, walk to, start again, or depart for new,
Will goodbyes and forgiveness pass these lips,
Will raw hearts be eased and mended,
Will sanctuaries stand on immortal ground…

Will my prayers for rain come wash this memory away.

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A Letter to Today: Bloodlines, Boundaries, Dirty Glass Wear and Death

A Letter to Today: Bloodlines, Boundaries, Dirty Glass Wear and Death

Today,
You have been a challenge; you have led me to question the ones I love, my work ethics, my faith, my blood, my boundaries and my ability to clean glass wear… to this I say:

I believe we will all find our path while climbing the same peak. “One mountain many paths” as some Unitarians might put it. Some are fortunate and never have to search.  They are born onto the path that fit them, comfortable in their skin, with their kin and their craft, while strolling gracefully to the summit. Where some of us have to realize, search and discover our path. On this trek the load may be heavier, people may come and go, and we may stumble along the way. To both I feel no pity, ill will, nor envy, as we are all exactly where we have chosen to and as we should be. In the end, no matter what trail we choose, what lover or career we take, as humans we all will die.

In death, our faith, career, love and even culture cease to matter. The living are left to carry the woes and worries of bloodlines and traditions. In death… we are dead. That is it! And no matter where we have come from, what or who we have worshiped or how we lived, this inevitable fate awaits us all.

With that said, I believe there is no man or woman, mother or father, saint nor sinner that can with 100% proof show me that there is a rightful god, culture, religion or Way. I know God.  And I know God to be True (for myself), because of my faith. And it is my faith that led me to the path that is Judaism… not my blood.
In the end, I believe the important question about life won’t be: How “good” was I in order to die righteously? But rather: How well did I live in order to say I truly lived at all?

“Faith is knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.” -Khalil Gibran

In faith and love,
Gia

P.S.  I still hate cleaning glass wear! And I’ve decided to never do it, again! There I’ve said it! ❤

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A Wooden Horse into a Cardboard Sunset

A Wooden Horse into a Card Board Sunset

Old habits die hard;
Like never wanting to grow up,
Or still hoping to be “We.”

We just kept pretending,
Cause that wooden horse wasn’t going no where,
But we kept on riding,
Right into an imaginary sunset.

But Girl, you gonna learn someday;
Butch Cassidy might have gotten him some wings,
And the Sun Dance Kid might be roping on a celestial range,
But cowboys don’t call no place home.

Gotta learn to hang your own hat.
Hang it right on that empty hook.
You know… The one you had on reserve,

Cause old habit die hard;
Like never wanting to grow up
Or still hoping to be “We.”

(Photo: This is what happens when I am given free use of children’s toys and a camera)!

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Rio

Rio

Sunsets over greenish peaks
Blazed with hints of spirits three.
Remembering moments of sweet desire,
Bring me to this midnight feast.

If I feed myself from the Well of Past,
May I clean my hands with the rising sun?
Or am I cast to the gates as one of the rest?
To find final peace in the caves at the sea?

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Inquiries at Noon: Rainy day Thoughts on the Heart

Inquiries at Noon: Rainy day Thoughts on the Heart

“Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you’ll be criticized anyway. You’ll be damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.”– Eleanor Roosevelt

Today is the perfect rainy day to reflect.
So much has changed in such little time and very profound decisions are to be made in a matter of days.
As I sit in the stillness of this day, I finding myself taking note of the state of my heart. Today, though I wait for answers, my heart is calm, with the occasional and slightest pings of excitement. It is the state of my heart that shows me that I continue to live in what is my truth… and no matter the outcome, all will be well.

Tell me friends, Do you follow the true calling of your heart? Do you live in what is right for you?  (for no matter how hard we ignore it, our heart always has the right answer).

In faith and love,
Gia

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