Letters to the Moon....

The wheels of progress move so slowly some days. The wheels have begun to go in reverse today. Last year my state, Indiana, won the battle for same-sex marriage. It was a battle that was hard won and hard fought. The Indiana governor fought the vote in court. The case for same-sex marriage eventually went all the way to Supreme Court of the United States of America. The Supreme Court of the United States of American ruled that banning someone from getting married is discriminatory. This meant that same-sex marriage was now legal in Indiana. That was a glorious day in Indiana history, in the history of the nation. . As I have written here, I am an ally to the Lesbian, Gay, Bi-sexual, Transgender community (also known as LGBT.) Last year I marched as a part of a group of employees from my library system in the Indianapolis Gay Pride Parade…. http://letrasalaluna.blogspot.com/2014/06/pride.html I am an ally, an advocate for equality and civil rights for people of all colors

I had a visit from my muse last night. The muse of poetry, Calliope. This is not the first time Calliope has visited me…. http://letrasalaluna.blogspot.com/2014/01/a-lesson-in-patience.html http://letrasalaluna.blogspot.com/2014/03/gifts.html Calliope met me as she always does, in the land of nod. She whispered words in my ear as I lay in bed. Glorious words, in dulcet tones. As Calliope whispered her words to me my brain transcribed them, writing them in cursive script, in jet black ink, on crisp white pages of thought. I remember three distinct, different poems being read to me, different topics, and different subjects. Some of the poems were in rhyming couplets, some in prose. Of course, in truth, I do not know if my subconscious mind created those words and recited them to me, or if I really do have a muse that gives me inspiration. Do the poems come from Calliope? Should she take the credit for what I physically write? It is an interesting p

I have a new philosophy. At first blush, I am not one to believe in philosophies. However, I believe in learning lessons from all that life hands us. I search for words in life lessons: “When you know better, you do better.”-Maya Angelou “I love the person I’ve become, because I fought to become her.”-Kaci Diane “Never put the keys to your happiness in someone else’s pocket.”-unknown “My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.”-Dalai Lama While I search for meanings in the things I experience in life, and words to help me in times of need, I am not usually a person who is prone to looking for-or using-philosophies. Perhaps the philosophies come to me in the guise of thought. Perhaps thoughts are philosophies. My new philosophy is simple and yet amazingly complex at the same time…. “Come what may."   Over the last month I have found myself saying this phrase several times. The first time I remember recently saying the phrase was when I was