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Wrinkles
She a petit woman who lives in a small village with her small family in Northern part India,. She works really hard to earn her living yet she looks truly contented with her life. Her beautiful smile and twinkling eyes ooze out nothing but grace and happiness.
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The Heart of Bethlehem
This photo was taken from inside Bethlehem.
Bethlehem, a fairly-tale beacon of light in the world where all was made well just over two thousand years ago? Or a harsh representation of oppression alive and well in our world. What does “Prince of Peace” mean to those who call Jesus by that name?
I write “inside” Bethlehem intentionally, as the city is walled in. Many who live there are not allowed outside its walls, and if they are, it often requires months of paper work that is often denied, and harassment throughout the process of leaving – even if the reasons include visiting a sick relative, attending a wedding, or even just seeing the ocean, only a few kilometers away, yet might as well be on the other side of the world. Note the painting on the wall, and image of the Holy place of Islam, where those who worship are not allowed to go. The children, labelled “terrorists,” on the flip-side, are the victims of some of the worst terrorism there is.
What kind of Peace reigns? What kind of fighting should we be engaged in?
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The Grip
The Grip
The greatest force – that leads to the gravest violence – is the occupier of the mind; where those held captive, no longer see the need to set one another free.Photo taken at the Apartheid Wall while attempting to leave Palestine and enter Israel. What definition of Peace do we stand for?
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Spinning Into Mine
{A Bedouin Woman on a Reserve in the Negev Desert, Israel. Weaving to hold onto traditions being lost along with their rights.}
Round and round and round we go,
Cycle of non-existent-non-violence we sow in hopes that the globe keeps
spinning, and that we can
cycle round, and meet new
eyes of the divine wherever we go. Listen as we spin…Spinning, spinning, spinning,
round the
globe, the stories
spin like the yarn she
spins like the tale she grins, as she speaks it with her smile, which
spirals through
cycles of non-existent-non-violence – circles of walls and
rounds of shots and
spheres of influence who
spin tall tales that say her story and her grin don’t count.Spinning, spinning, spinning,
round the
ball of yarn, the stories
spin like the tales she
spins like the memories she grins, as she speaks them with her smile, which
spirals through
cycles of non-existent-non-violence
round the generations
wrapped around
swirls of stories of loss from the
spheres of influence who
spin tall tales that say their stories and their weaving do not exist.Spinning, spinning, spinning her story into mine. What I did not know; spin, weave, grin.
Round and round and round we go, another piece of God, I now know. -
A Silent Playground
I remember being a child and aways wanting to go to the playground to meet with my friends. I took this picture to show how times have change with kids and the outdoors.
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