If you think intimidation, threats, and violence are acceptable ways to run a democracy, you are not a patriot; You are a bully. If you think it’s alright to overturn an election that has been proven to be legitimate over and over and over again – by the courts, by security experts, and by state election officials of both parties – then you are not a patriot; You are a loser with tunnel vision. And if you think it’s acceptable to encourage and incite violence to force your will on a nation of people who voted you out of office, you are not a a patriot; You are a traitor to your country. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
Pep talk to myself during these strange and really surreal times –
Fear not. Feel the movement of the universe endlessly adjusting, unfolding, winging like a great murmuration of birds in flight – moving as one body in waves of Love on winds of Truth, winking and twinkling in the joy of the Cosmos. Unwinding, untangling, unfettered and free-flowing- always moving towards Love, towards Truth, towards Life – irrepressible, unstoppable, the mighty inexhaustible, relentless power of justice, of wisdom, of kindness and peace. All of creation pulled together and pulling together – The Awakening.
Amen. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
(Photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell. Skagit County, Washington.)
Taking down the Christmas tree seemed especially hard for me this year. Every ornament brought back memories – sweet and dear – as I wrapped them up (both the ornaments and the memories) and packed them in the Christmas sack.
Ornaments Mom left me after she passed. Ornaments from former students in my class. Ornaments our sons made of pop-sickle sticks and glitter, macaroni and beads.
I felt the loss.
And I know. I know. I know. I know all the things you want to say: I know that Good is never really gone- It’s here to stay It lives on – in our memories. I know Love never ends – and I should be grateful for all the family, all the friends, all the love I’ve known in my life.
But as I take down the tree I’m missing you especially. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
Last night as I was falling asleep I thought again of that one-star rating someone gave me for my audio book (that rating appears at the top of the page any time I google myself) and I came to terms with it. Sort of. I figured it was going to be there as long as I needed it to be there. I decided to be grateful for whatever lesson I need to learn from it. And then I thought bigger than that. When I die, I realized, none of any of that is going to matter – not the five stars, not the one star, not my name or my reputation or my popularity – that stuff – all of it – will soon be forgotten and in 50 years nobody will even remember “Karen Molenaar Terrell” was here. The one star and the five stars have nothing to do with who I really am – with my real identity as a child of the Cosmos. What WILL matter in 50 years is that I was kind while I was here, and honest. Even though my name won’t be remembered, I figure any kindness I leave behind me will leave an impression – a ripple maybe – that will join all the other ripples of kindness and help bring our little boat of mankind to the shore in a wave of Love. (I know. I am so deep, right?)
So anyway – this morning – the first morning of 2021 – I googled me again (I cannot help myself – remember that scene in “Schitt’s Creek” where Johnny asks a freaked-out Moira if she “googled” herself again?) and some kind someone had added a 5-star rating to my audio book! Bless their heart. That brings my audiobook up to three stars now. And – to be honest (and because I’m still human) – that feels a lot better than one star.
34 ratings now and 4.7 stars for Blessings: Adventures of a Madcap Christian Scientist! Whoo hoot! VolP – Dragon User writes:OK, after reading the reviews, I thought this might make a nice Christmas present for a friend. When it arrived I decided to “peek” at a few pages, but couldn’t put it down. I finished reading it in one sitting. But how to review the book is a challenge. It leaves you with such a joyful uplifted feeling and one of appreciation and relevance. At first I found myself saying, “I want to know this woman” and after I finished the book I felt I did.Karen brings very positive reinforcement into the reader’s experience and the easy flowing style just melts in your mouth like comfort food. I found dozens of instances where I saw a parallel in my own life, that were entertaining and inspirational in a down to earth sort of way.I’m wearing a smile having read this and can’t think of a better way to pass an evening than this quick roller-coaster ride through another’s eyes of refreshing gratitude.It touched my heart and soul. Highly recommended.
Are You Taking Me Home Now?: Adventures with Dad has 14 ratings now and 5 stars! Heidi writes: This is a delightful book and Karen is a gifted writer. She lets us listen in to the conversations she and her 100 year old Dad have on their car trips, which had me laughing and crying. Interspersed are memories of earlier times. Having a relationship with an older person whose body and brain don’t work as well as it used to requires patience, humor and love. As someone else here said, “Karen shows us how to do it right.” I enjoyed reading this very much. I highly recommend this book and will be giving it out for gifts.
I feel like I’m not done with this one, yet, but I figured I’d post it here for now so I can get on with my day.
A-jumble, a-jabber, agog, and afeared on the lookout for what might come next a cacophony, a galumphing, a grinding of gears – dragged us through it – Egads! What a year!
Everyone will have similes and metaphors galore to express what this gem was for them: Scorched earth; or icy slopes we slip-slided down – not trusting each step that we took. Some of us bided; some of us chided; Some forged ahead by hook or by crook; Some froze in shock and waited to be guided; Some held on as their whole world shook; And some could write an entire book.
Our twenty-twenty was not all bad It brought its share of good, too, lad – It brought us bright rainbows It brought us brave heroes, It showed us who we are and all we had. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
It’s a humble holiday, tucked in between Christmas and New Year’s, but it’s really keen. Things look a little bedraggled, it’s true The tree’s a little droopy and no longer new
The movies and music of the Christmas season Are getting on our nerves now, and we’re seeing no reason To eat even one more sugary oversweet sweet It’s time for broccoli and carrots (maybe hold on the beets)
The pressure for perfection comes off on this day, The toys have been opened, and it’s come time to play. And if before we were wearing faux holiday cheer To blend in with the others and not Scroogey appear
It’s time now to be genuine, and honest and real The food banks are empty, people still need a warm meal The homeless and hungry and jobless and alone Still need love and caring, still need a home.
So maybe we can celebrate the day after Christmas – By keeping the spirit of hope alive, we might make that our business. – Karen Molenaar Terrell
Why would I choose bitterness and deny myself the peace of forgiveness? Why would I choose anger and deny myself the joy of kindness? Why would I choose hate and deny myself the healing presence of Love? -Karen Molenaar Terrell
May the peace, joy, and presence of Love fill your hearts and home this Christmas!