Ripples by Xander Terrell

Ripples

Faded trees blown by the breeze so gently
Shaded spots on the trail where the sun takes a break
Where critters hide in the dirt and running shoes land

A bright lake that doesn’t miss a thing when it reflects
Precious surroundings surreally cloning them
And placing them at my feet

If I sketch this lake and take it home with me
Will I steal its beauty or duplicate it
As it duplicates the leaves and the mountains

Sketches all its own marred perfectly with ripples
Places where tiny forces play god with the landscape
Proudly asserting their own artwork as supreme

– Xander Terrell

(cover art by Xander Terrell)

Every Season Brings Its Own Magic

 

 

 

The trumpeters will be back soon!

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Photo of trumpeter swans in Skagit County, Washington, by Karen Molenaar Terrell.

 

Where Happiness Lives by Xander Terrell

Where Happiness Lives

Golden lights
And the deepest shadows
Smiling faces illuminated by life
A commodity where I come from
An inherent condition here
Where joy runs rampant
Like that one naked man who
In the presence of a police officer
Streaked across the town in the wake
Of the city-wide party
The officer laughing in mutual enjoyment
Before calling the man by his first name
As a friend and a neighbor
To get his shit together

– Xander Terrell, from Where Happiness Lives

(cover art by Xander Terrell)

Artful Living by Xander Terrell

Artful Living

Drip drip teardrops tripping in your chest
Slip don’t slip black dog nipping it’s a test
Cold water hand crafted by the best
Really wild creatures washing up the mess

Feet sliding and or jumping to the beat
Hands clapping applauding what a feat
Vibrant forms made lifeless by the heat
Everyone faces death unless you cheat

Artful living quite the fine flowing craft
They’ve seen the world but only on a map
Listening angrily be cautious kid it’s a trap
Followed fleeting idyllic sunshine and laughed

– Xander Terrell, from the book Artful Living

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cover image by Alexander Terrell

Progress

        In Christian Science there is never a retrograde step, never a return to positions outgrown… An improved belief cannot retrograde. – Mary Baker Eddy

…progress is the law of God, whose law demands of us only what we can certainly fulfil. – Mary Baker Eddy

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photo of Mount Rainier by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Scheduling Good

Good

photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Keep Shining Like the Sun

sunflower at the end of September

photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Any words of encouragement you’d care to share at this time?

For a while now I’ve conceived of “God” as the collective consciousness of Good that we all share and express. I’ve come to trust in the power of that – in the power of our collective Love and Truth. I’ve felt that power lifting me up at times when I’ve been in deep sorrow and discouragement. I’ve been saved by that power – by the power of the collective Love. And when I’m feeling strong and brave I’ve tried to send that power back out – tried to do my part to overcome the darkness and discouragement and fear.

But tonight the words of encouragement aren’t coming to me. The inspiration seems to have disappeared. I see death, destruction, greed, selfishness, hatred, injustice, and cruelty in every corner of the world and  I’m feeling discouraged.

So I’m wondering if you wouldn’t mind sharing some encouraging thoughts with me? If you wouldn’t mind sending your inspiration my way? It would be ever so much appreciated.

Thank you.

Okay, so maybe the words aren’t coming tonight, but I think I can still find a picture to send out into the collective consciousness…. ah yes, here we are: Autumn on Lake Padden:

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photo by Karen Molenaar terrell

 

“Sixty is the new thirty!”

“… progress is the law of God, whose law demands of us only what we can certainly fulfil.” – Mary Baker Eddy

Ahem. At this time I would like to present to you the 600 year-old tree of Deception Pass, Washington. I’m pretty sure there is no one out there who believes this tree was better at 300 than 600, right? I bet there’s no one who would try to “compliment” this tree by telling her she looks just like she did when she was a sapling. I mean, who would want to see this tree go back to her seed? Isn’t she beautiful in her fullness of age?!

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photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell

It would be an understatement to say that I am now closer to sixty than thirty. And as I openly contemplate what this means to me, more than one person has informed me that “sixty is the new thirty” – like this is a good thing. But – oh lord! – I do not want to be thirty again.Seriously. I mean, really, who WOULD want to go backwards? Who would want to take retrograde steps? Who would want to regress? That person I was at thirty – I liked her – she was well-intentioned, sweet, idealistic – but I wouldn’t want to be her again – I wouldn’t want to have to go through those same lessons again or deal once again with the vanity, insecurity, and female rivalries. I have finally reached a place where I no longer spend my days worrying about ridiculous stuff like wrinkles on the brow and pounds on the scale. I have made it to the other side of caring about that crap. And there is a lovely freedom in that.

I love my spiritual development – why would I want to wish away the progress in my life?

        “In Christian Science there is never a retrograde step, never a return to positions outgrown.” – Mary Baker Eddy

Racism in America

Christian Scientists must live under the constant pressure of the apostolic command to come out from the material world and be separate. They must renounce aggression, oppression and the pride of power. Christianity, with the crown of Love upon her brow, must be their queen of life. – Mary Baker Eddy

I just watched yet another video of an innocent African-American man being questioned by police because he “resembled” someone else – a someone else wanted for committing a crime. And I’m wondering – how many times now has this happened in the last few months?

There was the incident in Hollywood not long ago: “A Los Angeles film and television producer said he was on the ‘brink of tears’ during a six-hour ordeal locked in a Beverly Hills jail cell in a case of mistaken identity. Charles Belk was held after police said he matched the description of a man — tall, bald, and black — who was an accomplice to the ‘Purse Packing Bandit’ bank robber who had just struck on Wilshire Boulevard.” http://www.nbclosangeles.com/news/local/LA-Producer-Describes-Ordeal-of-Mistaken-ID-Arrest-in-Beverly-Hills-272830101.html

And there was the incident just this last week: “On Wednesday, at 7:07 p.m., Andre Stockett, 34, of Huron, was a passenger in a car that was stopped by Sandusky police at Remington Avenue and Cleveland Road.The driver was Kathryn Said, 30, of Taylor, Mich., with the couple’s two-week-old infant tucked in the backseat… According to Denny’s police report, he’d watched Said pick up Stockett outside an apartment building and suspected he was Jeremy Newell, a man wanted on felony warrants.”  http://www.sanduskyregister.com/news/law-enforcement/6222396

Sooo… like, do all African-American men look alike to some people? And is just being tall, black, and bald enough to hold a man for six hours in a jail cell? The unfairness and injustice of it is making me really angry. Also, a little nervous. I mean, if today a man can be held in a jail cell for six hours just because he happens to be tall, black, and bald, what’s to stop police officers from locking me up in a jail cell for six hours for being stubby, white, and sporting a “paige boy” ‘do should another stubby, white, paige-boyed woman be running loose committing criminal shenanigans? Surely police officers should need more than height, skin color, and hair-dos to arrest someone. I mean, right?…Right?!

It has got to stop. The racism – because you and I both know that’s what’s really happening here – has got to stop.

We need to stand up for each other. In the words of Martin Niemoller, speaking of the Nazi regime in Europe:

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.