Martin Luther King Jr. Day: Let’s make it a day of faith
Faith is taking the first step, even when you don’t see the whole staircase.
—Martin Luther King Jr.
Faith is taking the first step, even when you don’t see the whole staircase.
—Martin Luther King Jr.
Susan Tweit, began our blog duet yesterday,Tuesday, February 12, 2008, with her post on “Community of the Land,” titled “Finding your balance: outward and inward.” Susan J. Tweit telling plant stories in Colorado Janet Riehl performs “Big Butts Are Beautiful” As a journalist, memoirist, blogger, and speaker I’ve known Susan through two organizations: Women Writing…
My father, Erwin A. Thompson, in his paper sorting, found this gem among my mother’s papers. He says, “It could come out of any textbook, and still has some personal touches not found in them.” He goes on to make these comments: “These were not idle words. I listened to her stories of the children…
To read my father’s poem “Night Patrol” click here to access the Riehlife March 18th 2007 entry. To see Erwin A. Thompson tellling this story of bravery in action…matter of factly and with gentle humor…go to www.thetelegraph.com. Tip: To avoid problems in streaming this video, you may wish to press the pause button on the…
As we mark the fourth anniversary of the destruction and loss of lives in Iraq and the drain on the economy at home in the United States, I pray for peace. I wrote First Tulips on March 19, 2003 upon the Announcement of War. I recall sitting in a small cafe when someone walked in…
What is Earth Day and how did it start? Wikipedia tells us: Earth Day proved extremely popular in the United States and around the world. The first Earth Day, in 1970, had participants and celebrants in two thousand colleges and universities, roughly ten thousand primary and secondary schools, and hundreds of communities across the United…
Today on Riehlife I’m featuring two poems that came to me simultaneously from my father, Erwin A. Thompson, and my writing friend Arletta Dawdy. Both, curiously, sound similar chords, perhaps on different instruments, so I wanted to run them together. Artletta’s poem presents a coming of age story…a searching and a finding that goes beyond…
I consider these words timely, rather timeless, in their poise. behind me democrats babble about who’s better and why. many times our ears only hear what we think we want to hear even when the entire message is not clear. Thanks for sharing this. KT