Small Steps of Love
Just wanted to share this one... I get these everyday, but this one, particularly given the beautifully orchestrated conversation I had with some new friends the other night spoke to my heart...
How can we choose love when we have experienced so little of it? We choose love by taking small steps of love every time there is an opportunity. A smile, a handshake, a word of encouragement, a phone call, a card, an embrace, a kind greeting, a gesture of support, a moment of attention, a helping hand, a present, a financial contribution, a visit ... all these are little steps toward love.
Each step is like a candle burning in the night. It does not take the darkness away, but it guides us through the darkness. When we look back after many small steps of love, we will discover that we have made a long and beautiful journey.
it's not enough, but the battle is on
Victims of Trafficking and Violence Protection Act of 2000:
Trafficking in Persons Report 2007
"Trafficking in persons is a modern-day form of slavery, a new type of global slave trade. Perpetrators prey on the most weak among us, primarily women and children, for profit and gain. They lure victims into involuntary servitude and sexual slavery. Today we are again called by conscience to end the debasement of our fellow men and women. As in the 19th century, committed abolitionists around the world have come together in a global movement to confront this repulsive crime. President George W. Bush has committed the United States Government to lead in combating this serious 21st century challenge, and all nations that are resolved to end human trafficking have a strong partner in the United States." -- Secretary Rice
my new granny
so when i went to go pick up a sandwich from togo's just a bit ago, what little remained of my heart to be stolen was captured by this little rescue puppy, all sad and lonely and adorable and this amazingly beautiful, wee, black woman, named elizabeth, who is at least 6 inches shorter than me, 85 beautiful years old and homeless. i want her to be my granny and tell me stories about her undoubtedly remarkable existence, around her campfire...
she lives in downtown l.a., so maybe i can see her again.... ahh, the glorious pain...
my sandwich sucked but everything else about that venture cross the way pretty much made my day!