Lentils represent possibility and optimism

Lentils are really beautiful. They are so good. Each one is a world.

Lentils are so good, they are really beautiful. Each one is a world

Yesterday’s post about the dream you had

Lentils represent possibility and optimism

Today’s post is my 24th NaBloPoMo post

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Peace is possible

Semitic kidsI grew up in Southeastern Michigan, near Detroit. Actually, right on the City Limits line. I was actually born in the City of Detroit. I am very proud of that. I get more proud of that each year.

One of the things I remember is learning a really cool lesson from someone who was teaching me about immigration. I do not remember who it is now. It was a long time ago.

What they told me is people come to the United States for many reasons. Sometimes they come because they are sick and tired of the fighting where they live. Sometimes people move to the US and purposely live in proximity to other groups of people who, if they were back in their homeland would be their enemies. They do this because they are familiar with them, and they love them, and they want to be at peace with them. In the US, they have the option of peace. Sometimes maybe they do not like them, but at least they do not have to be at war with them. Which is not a bad decision to make. I mean, be realistic here, you cannot like everyone. I never met anyone who likes everyone.

Of course this is an irony, considering the fact that the US is a Military Empire that pretty much seems to love war, and loves to create strife among people in other parts of the world if it can mean some quick profits for one of our Government’s Corporate Sponsors. But the point is, peace is possible. People actually move here to be away from war, even though this Country seems to be in love with it.

I also lived right next door to another pretty cool town, this town has a high concentration of Jewish people, there are lots of Jewish Americans and Israeli immigrants. Growing populations in that part of the Country were the Arab and Persian populations, as well as the Palestinians. Plenty of Muslim people were moving into that town with so many Jewish people. In fact, I remember riding my bike passed one intersection all the time. There was a Mosque on one side of the street and a Temple on the other. How nice for them, they do not have to be at war. I am sure they have disagreements about what is happening in the place that is “back home” for them, but they live here, and they are not interested in bringing that war to the US. They moved here so they could live among each other in peace. I can totally get down with that.

I’m way beyond grateful to have the influence of so many people from all over the world, it is awe inspiring to be so lucky. You have no idea how often I just stop what I am doing and reflect on all the far out people I have met from all over the world, and from right here in the US, and just relish in my good fortune. I’m a lucky f@&#in’ Pollack.

I wish for the people in the Middle East that they can learn some lessons from my neighbors and friends, their American Cousins, I really do, I’m not kidding. They would be so much better for it. I know I am.

Have some nice Holidays.

PEACE.

I am doing one post per day for the month of November, hopefully. Inspired by NaBloPoMo.

This is post #20

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Winter 2012: 6 years in the making

The top of Big Powderhorn Mountain

–  there is a sun alive in each snowflake at midnight  –

The Frozen North is a prose and poetry blog I started in Winter of 2006. It is the beginning of this journey that I am on. I am at the end of the beginning of the end of an internal process that began at the same time I started the Frozen North blog. Lately that blog, that I have barely touched since I stopped using it Dec. 26, 2006 has been getting followers. So today I went back to it and updated some links, and invited the subscribers to that blog to come see me here. If you are one of those people,  Hi.

The photo above is the top of the hill where I live. It’s called Big Powderhorn Mountain, it is in Michigan. It is the opposite side of the hill I live on now. At the time of this photo, I lived down the side of the hill you are looking at. A couple of months after I took this picture, I moved up the other side of it. Which is what I focused on during my daily exercises at that time, moving to the other side of the hill. My exercises are now focused on other endeavors. If you want to see what they are, well, then just keep following this blog

Winter 2012 is another focus year. The beginning of a new journey.If there is one thing I would say to mark this occasion, it is that for sure, without question, love overcomes evil.

I finally sent out my chapter excerpt btw, so if you want one email subscribe and you’ve got it.

Love and light.

Rob

I am doing one post per day for the month of November, hopefully. Inspired by NaBloPoMo.

This is post number 8.