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Disclaimer: Any views, about religion or sacred scriptures, expressed in this blog are my own and not the official views of the Baha'i Faith or any other religion. If you wish to know more about the Baha'i Faith, please check one of these websites: The Baha'i Faith: The Official Website of the Worldwide Baha'i Community ![]() ![]() "The gift of God to this enlightened age is the knowledge of the oneness of mankind and of the fundamental oneness of religion. War shall cease between nations, and by the will of God the Most Great Peace shall come; the world will be seen as a new world, and all men will live as brothers." Abdu'l-Baha1 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Other Blogs and Journals Content Rating 18+ "Writing in Snow" ![]() "The Snowflake Chronicles" ![]() "Snow Melt" ![]() "More Snow Melt" ![]() "Welcome to My Life" ![]() "Melting Snow" ![]() "Memories of Snow" ![]() "Dreams of Snow " ![]() "Poem Experiments" ![]() "Devotional Poetry" ![]() Other Journals Content Rating ASR "Bicentenary Poems and Prose" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() "Treasures lie hidden beneath the throne of God; the key to those treasures if the tongue of poets." The Bab ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() "O my God! O my God! Unite the hearts of Thy servants, and reveal to them Thy great purpose. May they follow Thy commandments and abide in Thy law. Help them, O God, in their endeavor, and grant them strength to serve Thee. O God! Leave them not to themselves, but guide their steps by the light of Thy knowledge, and cheer their hearts by Thy love. Verily, Thou art their Helper and their Lord." Bahá’u’lláh2 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Footnotes |
Jalál (Glory), 2 Mulk (Dominion) 176 B.E. - Saturday, February 8, 2020 Artist: Luke Slott Title: One Hundred Thousand Veils Lyrics3 Come down and walk these roads around the city of Tehran where seven candles burn Follow me all you who claim to be possessed of charity down to the Crimson Sea One hundred thousand veils have covered the sun and darkest clouds have blocked and blackened the blue sky Did you hear the fate of those who educate who even in the grave find no respite from hate? Have you seen the youth who gave their lives for truth, that girl who kissed the noose and welcomed all abuse? One hundred thousand suns have fallen to earth with blasts that block the ears from hearing the new song. One hundred thousand veils have covered the truth How many mothers' cries are lost in the tumult? There is no war to fight you have no sacred right no holy book to cite to make these wrongs seem right Does it so offend to want this world to mend, to walk in hope to the end and see each man a friend? Come down and walk these roads around the cities of Iran which boast so much to man. Mr. Slott wrote this song for International Human Rights Day, which is December 10. The song is about the treatment of the Baha'is in Iran. They are persecuted by being imprisoned, killed, denied an education, and a way to make a living because of their faith. The incidents mentioned in the song refer to Baha'i youth in Iran who were killed because they refused to recant their faith. "Ask a Baha’i to deny any of the great Prophets, to deny his faith or to deny Moses, Muhammad or Christ, and he will say: I would rather die … A Baha’i denies no religion; he accepts the Truth in all, and would die to uphold it." Abdu’l-Baha4 Baha'i in Iran, once called Persia, have been persecuted from the inception of the Baha'i Faith. The Babi's, the predecessors of the Baha'is, were persecuted from the moment the Bab declared His mission in 1844. Baha'u'llah was imprisoned because it accepted the Bab's declaration as authentic, and exiled from Iran. The persecution of the Baha'is continued after Baha'u'llah declared His mission in 1863, and it still occurs today. Those of us who live outside of Iran, do our best to proclaim our faith. In addition, we do what we can to let the world know about the treatment of our spiritual brothers and sisters who are still living in Iran. Footnotes |
Istiqlál (Independence), 1 Mulk (Dominion) 176 B.E. - Friday, February 7, 2020 Artist: Luke Slott Title: Have You Heard? Lyrics5 Have you heard of the troubles of Moses? So much light on the earth He did shed. All the people, they rose up against Him and they rained down their darts on His head. He came with a message of peace, love and justice and the promise of a Great One to come when the wolf and the lamb will dwell together and the whole human race will be one. Have you heard of the sufferings of Jesus? How pure and selfless He was. All the people, they rose up against Him and put God’s only Son on a cross. He came with a message of peace, love and justice and the promise of a Great One to come when on earth it will be as in Heaven and the whole human race will be one. Have you heard of the sorrows of Buddha when He looked at the sadness of man? All the people, they rose up against Him and put nothing but sadness in His hands. He came with a message of peace, love and justice and the promise of a Great One to come when peace shall reign on earth forever and the whole human race will be one. Have you heard of the woes of Muhammad? All the bruises and abuses He bore All the people, they rose up against Him and they closed in His face every door. He came with a message of peace, love and justice and the promise of a Great One to come when all the people will be gathered together and the whole human race will be one. Now I don’t ask you to believe me when I tell you Bahá’u’lláh has come. I just ask you, my brother, to see me and the whole human race as one. Finally Friday! Perhaps I should say "Thank God It's Friday!" All though I think everyday should begin with "Thank God it's [place day of the week here]!" Everyday should be a day we give thanks for. Everyday we need to find at least one thing we're grateful for, because--I know from experience--gratitude alleviates sadness and depression. This morning I went to my podiatrist to have my toenail cut. All the way to the doctor's office I contemplated the song I would feature today. I didn't come to a decision on the way there, and on the way back I dozed on the paratransit bus. After I got home, I decided that since it is Friday, and the Feast Day of Mulk (Dominion) that I would listen to one of my favorite Baha'i vocalist. There are 41 days until March 20 and the beginning of a new Baha'i year. Since the vernal equinox occurs after sunset on March 19, Naw-Ruz will be celebrated between sunset March 19 and sunset March 20. The next Devotional Service will be on Sunday, March 1, I'll have to get a new Baha'i datebook at that time. I like "Have you heard?" because it demonstrates the concept of Progressive Revelation. That is each one of the Manifestations of God mentioned in the song were part of God's ongoing plan for humanity. Footnotes |
Istijlál (Majesty), 19 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Thursday, February 6, 2020 Title: Amazing Grace Artist: Judy Collins Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. ’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed. Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; ’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. The Lord has promised good to me, His Word my hope secures; He will my Shield and Portion be, As long as life endures. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who called me here below, Will be forever mine. When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise Than when we’d first begun. March 19, 2020 will be my Mother's 99th birthday. November 29, 2020 will be the 8th anniversary of her death. One of Mom's favorite songs was Amazing Grace, which was Grandma Mary's favorite song. Grandma Mary was Mom's mother. ![]() Mom and Me After Mom's death, I lived in the house we shared for about a year before it was sold and I could move out. Moving out started a new phase in my life and in mourning Mom. I still mourn her, but in a different way. Now I can smile, instead of cry, when I remember her. When I was living in the house, I wrote the following poem. "Even Now" ![]() Even now, nine months after her death, I wake up in the middle of the night listening for the sound of the machine, the echoes of the oxygen concentrator, which sat on the left side of her bed. Even now, I hear her voice call my name and walk wearily down the hall before I remember that she now sleeps beneath a rose colored headstone in Palm Eastern Mortuary and Cemetery. I still hear Mom's voice in my dreams; however, instead of getting up to walk down the hall to check on her, I access the prayer app on my cell phone and say the following prayer reveal by 'Abdu'l-Baha8 for the progress of Mom's soul. "O Thou forgiving God! Forgive the sins of my loving mother, pardon her shortcomings, cast upon her the glance of Thy gracious providence, and enable her to gain admittance into Thy Kingdom. O God! From the earliest days of my life she educated and nurtured me, yet I did not recompense her for her toil and labours. Do Thou reward her by granting her eternal life and making her exalted in Thy Kingdom. Verily, Thou art the Forgiver, the Bestower, and the Kind." Footnotes |
ʻIdál (Justice), 18 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Wednesday, February 5, 2020 Title: Bridge Over Troubled Water Artist: Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics9 When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes, I'll dry them all (all) I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough And friends just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down When you're down and out When you're on the street When evening falls so hard I will comfort you (ooo) I'll take your part, oh, when darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Sail on silver girl Sail on by Your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine Oh, if you need a friend I'm sailing right behind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind It's Wednesday, half-way through the first week of February 2020, and the waters of my life seem to be calming down. I've managed to pay all of the rent, I have enough money--between my checking account and savings account--to pay the bills that are automatically withdrawn. I still have to figure out how to pay the Internet bill and the electric bill, which come due around February 17 and 18. However, I don't think there will be much of a problem taking care of those or arranging payment. As I was listening to Bridge Over Troubled Water, I got to thinking about the difference between January 2019 and January 2020. This January was stressful, but not as stressful as last January. This year we've only encountered two mice (so far), while last year we encountered ten or eleven in January, alone. February started out stressful and colder, but I don't think it was more stress full than February 2019. It's colder then it was last year, but not more stressful. March will be stressful, but I don't think it will be more stressful than March 2019. I'll have to wait until March to find out. What has alleviated the stress? Prayer, meditation, and listening to music. The prayers revealed by the Bab, Baha'u'llah, and 'Abdu'l-Baha are especially helpful in relieving stress. The music I've been listening to the last few days is extremely helpful. True I have to be careful about the type of music I listen to. Blues, Jazz, and spiritual music are good stress relievers because I can set, listen to the music, and get lost. Those types of music also help to encourage my muse. Baha'u'llah is my bridge over troubled water. Footnotes |
Fiḍál (Grace), 17 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Tuesday, February 4, 2020 Title: Black Coffee Artist: Ella Fitzgerald Lyrics10 I'm feeling mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door And in between I drink Black Coffee Love's a hand me down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room I'm talking to the shadows 1 o'clock to 4 And Lord, how slow the moments go When all I do is pour Black Coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging out on Monday My Sunday dream's too dry Related Now a man is born to go a lovin' A woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm moody all the morning Mourning all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black Coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby To maybe come around My nerves have gone to pieces My hair is turning gray All I do is drink black coffee Since my man's gone away It's around 2:00 pm here in Las Vegas. I spent most of the morning in my ophthalmologist office for my regular six-month appointment. I my insurance pays for appointments every six months because I have cataracts, dry eye, and glaucoma. My next appointment is August 4. Before I left for the doctor's office, I had two writing.com travel mugs of coffee. When I re turned, I decided to check BahaiTeachings.org ![]() ![]() After reading the article, I decided that I needed to listen to a little blues or Jazz. I was feeling a bit down and blues or Jazz usually brings out of my "brown study", as I like to call my episodes of depression or lonely feelings. If Jazz or blues don't change my mood then a spiritual music will. Anyway, Ella Fitzgerald singing Black Coffee brought me out of my slight depression and inspired me to make today's blog entry. Footnotes |
Kamál (Perfection), 16 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Monday, February 3, 2020 Artist: Paul Robeson Title: Motherless Child Lyrics11 Sometime I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child And sometimes I feel like a motherless child A long ways from home A long ways from home Come my brother A long ways from home A long ways from home Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone A long ways from home A long ways from home Come my brother A long ways from home A long ways from home For the past few days the first line of this Negro spiritual has been running through my head. I don't know where or when I first heard this song. I'm not even sure it was Paul Robeson who I first heard singing it. "Motherless Child", also called "Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child" ![]() Paul Robeson ![]() I don't know why "Sometimes I feel like a motherless child" is running through my mind. It could be because I've been depressed and the song resonates with what I'm going through. I know that there have been times in my life when the song lyrics running through my mind have something to do with the my emotions. Footnotes |
Jamál (Beauty), 15 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Sunday, February 2, 2020 Title: Blessed is the Spot Artist: Elika Mahony Lyrics12 “Blessed is the spot, and the house, and the place, and the city, and the heart, and the mountain, and the refuge, and the cave, and the valley, and the land, and the sea, and the island, and the meadow where mention of God hath been made, and His praise glorified.” Bahá’u’lláh I went to the Devotional Services at the Las Vegas Baha'i Center this morning. One of the songs that the choir sang was "Blessed is the Spot." There are two things I enjoy going to devotional Services for several reasons. First, is the lack of preaching, instead of preaching someone gives a talk on the topic of the service. Second, is the words of the sacred scriptures or prayers put to music. In this case, either the choir sings or a music video created by a Baha'i artist is shown. When I go to YouTube and search for "Blessed is the Spot", I find several videos, with different artist, singing this prayer. Today's theme was Black History Month. One of the the speakers, who was black, talked about growing up in a Baha'i house hold and being exposed to people of different cultural, racial, and national backgrounds. Another speaker told the story of Hand of the Cause Louis Gregory. Mr. Gregory, a black man, was one of the early American Baha'is. He was a lawyer before selling his practice, so that he and his wife could go on a thirty year teaching trip across the United States. The Louis G. Gregory Baha'i Museum ![]() A video talk by Masud Olufani, called Freeing Ourselves of the Stain of Racism ![]() I believe "Blessed Is The Spot" was a good choice for today's Devotional Service. This prayer shows that every place on Earth is blessed because one of God's names has been mentioned. Since every place on Earth is blessed, every human being--no matter what their culture, color, nationality, or religion--has been blessed by God. Footnotes |
Jalál (Glory), 14 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Saturday, February 1, 2020 Song: One God Artist: Barbra Streisand and Johnny Mathis Lyrics13 Millions of stars placed in the skys By One God Millions of us lift up our eyes To One God So many children calling to him By many a different name One father Loving each the same Many the ways all of us pray To one god Many the path Winding their way To One God Brothers and sisters there are no strangers After his work is done For your God and my God Are one So many children calling outloud By many a different name One father Loving each the same Many the ways all of us pray To one God Many the paths winding their way To One God Brothers and sisters there were no strangers After the world was done Our God, yes your God, and My God Are one! It's a new month, so I may as well start it out with one of my favorite songs. When I searched YouTube for this song, I looked for the one sang by Barbra Streisand, who is one of my favorite female vocalist. You can't imagine how happy I was to find that Ms Streisand and Johnny Mathis, one of my favorite male vocalist, sang a duet. I don't think this video is a traditional duet, I suspect it's a mix of the song sang at different times by each vocalist. This makes no difference to me because it is well done, with appropriate photos from the Holy Land of Israel. I like this rendition the best because, for me, it symbolizes unity. The song, itself, embodies the concept of divine unity which goes beyond any one religion to take in all religions. It doesn't matter the religion or the name call God because there is only one God, who revealed all religions through many different prophets or manifestations. This version of the song emphasizes both unity of humanity and the equality of men and women. The unity of humankind is shown through the fact that both a black and white vocalist sing the song. Gender equality is expressed through the fact that the vocalist are a female and male, with their voices complimenting each other. Footnotes |
Istiqlál (Independence), 13 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Friday, January 31, 2020 The Last Day of January 2020 On the last day of January, My Best Friend Baha'u'llah is my best friend Is it any wonder I stand by Him? My faith is based on God's revealed word; Best source of world peace and unity. Friend, can I tell you about Him? |
Istijlál (Majesty), 12 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Thursday, January 30, 2020
PROMPT January 30 Congratulations on making it to the last day of the competition! What was your favorite prompt from the last month? Did you learn anything new about your fellow competitors? What was the most rewarding aspect of participating in the competition? As January and winter draw to an end I contemplate what I've written and where I've been. All the prompts were creative, and inspired my muse: my favorite was about virtue. Everyone's responses were creative, and some contained a hidden laugh. |
ʻIdál (Justice), 11 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Wednesday, January 29, 2020
PROMPT January 29 Everyone did a great job with filling the war chest yesterday! There's so many great prompts and I'm sure Em will love every one of them. Since today *is* War Chest Wednesday, I'm going to grab one. What is your favorite virtue? Give a few examples like kindness, cleanliness, tact, truth, generosity. Is your favorite one you possess, or one you simply admire in other people? Do you have a strategy to develop it yourself? Prompt is courtesy of Kåre เลียม Enga ![]() 52 Virtues 52 virtues 52 weeks in the year 52 reasons to bring myself to account. assertiveness, caring, cleanliness, commitment, compassion, confidence, consideration, cooperation, courage, courtesy, creativity, detachment, determination, diligence, enthusiasm, excellence, flexibility, forgiveness, friendliness, generosity, gentleness, helpfulness, honesty, honor, humility, idealism, integrity, joyfulness, justice, kindness, love, loyalty, moderation, modesty, orderliness, patience, peacefulness, perseverance, purposefulness, reliability, respect, responsibility, self-discipline, service, tact, thankfulness, tolerance, trust, trustworthiness, truthfulness, understanding, unity. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Today is the day to bring myself to account. Today is the day I must make better then yesterday. Today is the day to deliberately practice one virtue. Self-Discipline For the past three or four days I've been practicing self-discipline. This wasn't a conscious choice, in this case it has more to do with earning 500 extra points on Survey Junkie. The conscious choice was to attempt to complete three survey a day from Monday, January 27, through Sunday, February 2. In order to complete three surveys a day I have to be both tenacious and self-disciplined. |
Fiḍál (Grace), 10 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Monday, January 28, 2020
PROMPT January 28 What's a topic you've always thought would be a great 30dbc discussion, but has never come up in the prompts? Why do you think it would stimulate discussion? If someone in the same room ask me a question similar to this my response would range any where for serious to smart ass. I could give an answer like global warming or I could say: "It doesn't matter to me. I easy but I'm not cheap." The "easy but not cheap" response usually gets a laugh or a weird stare. The response depends on how long a person has lived in Las Vegas or how many times they've visited the city, and knows "cultural implications" (if that's the right phrase) of the response. I'm willing to discuss any topic, without giving a "smart ass" remark. I'm also willing to discuss any topic, and make a "smart ass" remark. It depends on my mood, and how much strong--walk under its own power--coffee I've consumed. This week it could also depend on whether or not the maintenance worker, I've been waiting for since Sunday arrives to fix the hot water that's running in the bathroom. The worker hasn't shown up yet today and it's already an hour past the time he was supposed to come today. I don't mind discussing politics or religion. What I do mind is the person I'm talking to telling me I'm going to hell because my political opinion or my religion differs from theirs. I don't know location of another individual's soul in the next world. My responsibility is the development of my own spiritual attributes and telling people about Baha'u'llah. If the person I'm talking to wants to know more and willing to discuss the subject without getting angry or being impolite, I will continue the discussion. If not, I'll wish the individual a "Bless day" and get on with my life. I have to come up with three prompts a week for "Blogging Circle of Friends " ![]() |
Kamál (Perfection), 9 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Monday, January 27, 2020
PROMPT January 27 Invalid Photo #1056988 Discuss a time in your life when someone has tried to "fix" or "solve" a problem for you - but you didn't see it as a problem in the first place. How do you generally handle unsolicited opinions/advice? I do my best to live my life on the rim of the cliff of survival. Advice is nice when I ask for it; however, unsolicited advice is a pain because most of those giving it don't know or understand the circumstances. As I have grown older, and wiser, I realize that people give advice--unsolicited or solicited--from their own experience. My past experience doesn't come anywhere close to theirs, even if it's a sibling I grew up with in the same house. I learned long ago, that we remember the same event differently because we experienced different emotions at the time. In addition, I've found (from experience) that there is a type of "amnesia"--I don't know any other term for it--that causes one sibling to forget a highly emotional experience that the other remembers clearly. People give unsolicited advice from the shoes they walk in not from your shoes. |
Jamál (Beauty), 8 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Sunday, January 26, 2020
PROMPT January 26 Yesterday was Opposite Day! Today I want you to take an opposite point of view. Imagine a place you go to regularly - they gym, your regular coffee shop, wherever you choose. Take up the POV of the person at the counter, the bike across from you, any one person you choose. What's your first impression of yourself? Is it the real you or one you plan and project? Who Is The Opposite Of Me? "Who is the opposite of me?" I contemplate the philosophical connotations! I am a segment of humanity, and my nature is that of duality: I am a soul living in a physical body. I dwell upon the material plane, I live in a world of opposites, of light and darkness, of yen and yang. Opposites are my reality, they live within my being: I am both a spiritual creature having a physical experience, and a physical creature having a spiritual experience. At death my body will return to dust, and my soul ascend into the spiritual realm, but for now I must deal with the opposites that are my reality. "Who is the opposite of me?" I meditate on the spiritual connotations! It is difficult to get outside of me to see me through the eyes of another human being. So, who is the opposite of me? the only answer I can find is me, because the opposites dwell within me. |
Jalál (Glory), 7 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Saturday, January 25, 2020
PROMPT January 25 CREATION SATURDAY! Put on your creative thinking caps ![]() You're headed down to Imagination Station to pick up your imaginary friend. Tell us about the friend - is it human? Humanoid? Animal? Talking banana? Three-headed monster who's afraid of heating blankets? What's their story? Likes/Dislikes? What name do they answer to? Why are they in your life? Don't forget to tell us how your friend ended up at the station in the first place! Imagination Station The Imagination Station is a space station, located somewhere along the edge of the Milky Way galaxy. It has everything that a productive space station has. There is a bar ran by a Ferengi by the name of Quirk. Quirk is a third cousin twice removed of Quark. (Quark, twice, had to drag Quirk, kicking and screaming, from the family because he was a failure as a Ferengi.) In close proximity to the bar is a huge holographic game room, which is where the name Imagination Station came from. I met Quirk the first day I arrived at Imagination Station. I came to the Station looking for one of my muse, who had decided to take a long vacation by hitchhiking the galaxy. Quirk hadn't seen my muse, but he offered to make me his special nonalcoholic Lost Muse Drink. (Please note: For those writers who drink alcohol or beer, Quirk has several other versions of this drink. You just have to give him the name of your favorite alcohol, beer, or wine.) After consuming the Lost Muse Drink, Quirk directed me to the game room, where he assured me I would be able to find my muse. After my first session in the game room, I applied to the commander of the Imagination Station for a job as writer in residence. It's an interesting job, I create characters and story plots for the holographic adventures. The pay is good, and I get free room and board. In addition, I get to listen to Quirk complain about his family not understanding him. |
Istiqlál (Independence), 6 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Friday, January 24, 2020
PROMPT January 24 Yesterday celebrated National Handwriting Day in the USA. How often do you still hand write anything substantial? Do you think the decline in children learning cursive writing will be a hindrance to their generation? Penmanship Memories are weird. I remember some classes and events from grade school clearly, while other events are foggy or forgotten. One of the classes or lessons I remember is penmanship, which is "the art of handwriting; the use of the pen in writing", or "a person's style or manner of handwriting."14 Each child in my class had a work book with picture of the proper formation of the cursive characters. In class, the teach would demonstrate how to form the characters on s green chalkboard (there were no whiteboards at that time). After her demonstration, she (I don't remember having any male teachers in grade school) would walk around the class and watch how each child formed their letters. I suspect the goal of this class was to make sure our cursive writing was legible. I don't remember any of the students in my class receiving less than an A or B in penmanship. I still use cursive for notes that I write while I'm working online. I keep a loose leaf notebook near by to writ any ideas or lines the pop into my head while I'm working on something else. My handwriting is fairly clear. Sometimes when I sign my name (which I still do in cursive) my hand tremble a bit, but my signature is legible. My biggest issue with signing my name is the machines that take debit and credit cards. I don't like signing my name on those because my signature looks weird; however, the bank has never rejected anything I purchased that way. Footnotes |
Istijlál (Majesty), 5 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Thursday, January 23, 2020
PROMPT: January 23rd Finish this story: A girl, sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods, jumps when she hears… A girl, sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods, jumps when she hears the flutter of a thousand butterfly wings. Turning, in the direction of the rising sun, she see a flock of Monarch Butterflies approaching her. The black and orange wings of the King of the Butterflies reflect scarlet in the light of dawn. As they draw near, they begin to descend. They light upon her, the rock, and the surround forest. Feeling the butterfly crawling on her, she laughs, and begins to sing The Butterfly Song. As she sings, the Monarch's gather around her, until high noon. At noon she turns into a Monarch butterfly and flies off with them on their journey to Mexico. |
ʻIdál (Justice), 4 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Wednesday, January 22, 2020
PROMPT January 22nd Your bags are packed. You have unlimited funds and resources to travel anywhere you want. Where do you go, who do you bring with you, and why? Bahji, where the nightingale sings, where Baha'u'llah's physical remains rest. Bahji, the Point of Adoration, draws pilgrims from across the Earth to pray, meditation, and walk through the garden adorning the resting place of Baha'u'llah. |
Fiḍál (Grace), 3 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Tuesday, January 21, 2020
PROMPT January 21st How much of your own life or the lives of people you know do you put into your writing? Do you mine your past for inspiration, or do you create wholly new places and characters? Writing Inspiration My inspiration is The Bab, Baha'u'llah, and 'Abdu'=Baha. My inspiration is a cool spring breeze wafting across the fields of memory, and bringing back images from my childhood. My inspiration can be anything that generates a poem, story, essay, article, or character. |
Kamál (Perfection), 2 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Monday, January 20, 2020
PROMPT January 20th Today is a national holiday is the US: Dr Martin Luther King Jr Day. Dr King believed that fear was the ultimate cause of hatred, prejudice, and violence. Do you agree or disagree with his assessment? Give examples. America's Most Challenging Issue Racism, America's Most Challenging Issue, eats at the roots of our society. You can attribute it xenophobia, hate, fear, prejudice, or learned prejudice--it doesn't matter which--because all of those fall under the cancer of racism. Racism is injustice. It infests all levels of American society from the grass roots to the oval office. Rooting it out and healing America, requires each individual to look at their own prejudices--most of which are learned--and take action to learn about and become friends with people of "other races". Humanity is a single race, and it is the differences in complexion and thought that make it beautiful. The only way racism can be destroyed is complete acceptance of the oneness of humanity. We must put behind us, the old and unscientific definitions of race. We are all descended from humans that began their evolution in Africa. The color of people's skin is an accident of evolution and acclimatizing to different areas of the planet. It's the migration out of Africa that cause the human complexions to change. We are one family Our ancestral unity Mapped Traced Through mitochondrial DNA To a woman In Africa One womb quickened us Formed us Fed us Birthed us Gave us Soul stirring passions That carried us Through time and across continents Splintered us Into separate segments Of one race |