Transcendence

This is an inspiring video! As we know music can help any situation, and make our world a better place, but in this piece, music is a symbol of hope and life. Music can bring hope!

This is wonderful for many reasons. The music is wonderful, but it also combines Lindsey’s music with modern dance. Watch as different people come alive when they have hope. Life and energy come and live in those having a tough time.

This is one time that I highly recommend watching the commercial! Please, please watch the commercial at the end. It is about the landfill orchestra. I think you will be amazed! There is also an introduction for a program to help children learn leadership skills, called, “Leader in Me”. This is fantastic! Powerful! Remember we truly can make a difference in our world. We can do this!

I wish you PEACE, and have a great week!

P.S. I will be posting some more of the Last People series in a few days.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

video from youtube/music by Lindsey Stirling

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth X – A New Home

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They were in the garage, about a hundred yards from the house, with the door open, pouring over the latest data they had discovered. Farmland in Central Pennsylvania, looked very good.  They had searched far and wide for their next place. It needed to be good, rich farmland, with the right PH balance in the soil. Neither one of them wanted to be near a city, so they had been searching for weeks, taking samples, of air, soil, and water. They were tired of driving.

Lancaster County in Pennsylvania was attractive at first, but they had found the soils had been worn out by over farming, and besides, it was too close to a number of cities. That’s when they went looking, into the central part of the state. It had excellent sources of water, which most other locations did not have.

Miriam had part of her lab set up, in the garage so they could both run tests. Jeremiah looked in the microscope again, and said, “You’re right Miriam, this soil does look the best”. “Is there any chance the biological weapons damaged the environment, without us knowing it?” Miriam paused, then said, “It’s not likely, but we will just have to trust that it will all work out.” “We have run every test possible.”

“Ok, so do you still like that farm I picked out, that had been for sale for two years – the organic one?” Miriam nodded, and said, “I love the inside of the house.” “It’s gorgeous Jeremiah!” They were excited now, and Jeremiah said they should start packing as soon as possible.

As they both stood up to go to the house, Jeremiah noticed again the little bump (it was hardly noticeable) coming from Miriam’s stomach. It had been more than two months since their marriage ceremony, and Miriam was convinced she was pregnant. Was it just wishful thinking? They hoped not. He walked over to her and gently touched her stomach, and said “Can I?” She knew what he meant, and nodded yes. He raised her t-shirt, got in close, rubbing her stomach, he said, “Hello in there! Baby you are very much loved!” They both chuckled. Miriam bent down and gave Jeremiah a passionate kiss, just for being so wonderful.

Then Jeremiah stopped, and said he heard that sound again, like a humming noise. “Do you hear it?” Miriam said she did, and that it was coming from outside. “Shh.” he said, as he crept towards the door. “I don’t see anything”, he said cautiously. It sounded like a small motor, like maybe a moped, but far away. Both of them felt creepy because they had been hearing it for the last three days, off and on. Jeremiah took Miriam’s hand and they walked towards the house.

Miriam stopped dead in her tracks. Her long right arm, pointed at the sky and she yelled “Look!” They stared at the thing, then Jeremiah yelled, “Run!” “Run Miriam!” He still had hold of her hand, when she asked what it was. “Is it people?” He didn’t answer, but he practically pulled her into the house. In spite of being very tall, Miriam was not a good runner.

They got into the house, completely out of breath, and Jeremiah slammed the door. Miriam was practically hysterical and yelled, “What is it Jeremiah?!!” After he caught his breath, he managed to say, “It’s a drone!”

Her eyes widened in horror. He continued, “Miriam we need a gun!” This shocked her even more. “Jeremiah……please no guns……please…..no guns……”

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Wishing You Peace

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In the 1960’s it was popular to say “peace”, to one another, and hold up two fingers in a “V” shape for victory. We as young people back then, meant we were all hoping for an end to the Vietnam War, and some also wanted to see peace at home, among racial groups. We all wanted peace, or the end of conflict.

The Merriam-Webster dictionary says that word peace can also mean: “a state of tranquility or quiet”, in other words internally. I think it is safe to say we all want internal peace and quiet! This leads us to a wonderful sense of joy and happiness.

In churches that I know, we greet each other during the service, saying something close to “Peace be to you” or just “Peace.”, while shaking hands and welcoming each other. This reminds me of the Arabic word, Salaam, which means “the peace be upon you”. In Hebrew the word Shalom means, not just a feeling of tranquility, but a sense of wellbeing and wholeness.

I love all of these, and incorporate each one. It’s true I say and write the word “Peace” a lot. I know that I over use it, but I do not think that I will change that.

So I wish you – the end of all conflict, internal tranquility, great happiness, with a sense of wellbeing, and wholeness.

I wish you PEACE.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

She Gave Him a Heartbeat

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He was a piece of stone,

frozen,

waiting for her gentle carving,

a chisel, to set him free,

to give him shape,

some form,

a frame of bones.

It was her perfume,

her nose,

on his, an arm,

skin to show him more,

than jumping, and racing for clouds,

that there was electricity,

from heaven,

it was about a heartbeat,

of giving,

surrendering,

self on the floor, yet reaching,

teaching about colors,

and that people matter.

It was slow at first,

but he came alive,

in her arms,

and he realized,

there was such a thing,

called love.

He is awake now.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth VIII – New Light

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As they sat down in the atrium that night, Miriam was amazed at the sight and smell of the fresh pizza Jeremiah had made. He had placed fresh tomatoes, and spinach in with the cheese, and she was starving. Smiling to herself, she knew part of the reason she was so hungry, was that she felt free, and happier than she ever had before. She also loved his cooking.

Jeremiah paused, for a moment. Was he praying? Then he started dishing out the slices, which also had a beautiful, mouthwatering, thick crust. The moonlight was beginning to shine clearly through the atrium, as the sun was going down. For some reason, Jeremiah asked her, “So how many languages do you speak Miriam?” She smiled and said, “Well….it depends on what you mean.” “I know Amharic, Somali, Hebrew, some Arabic,  and of course French, and English”. His jaw dropped. He was continually amazed by this incredible woman. She continued, “Oh, I almost forgot, I was also teaching myself some Italian!” He smiled from ear to ear, when he noticed a black cloth bag on the table, and asked her about it.

“Well, you may have been wondering about my faith”, she said. “Since it is a Friday night, and soon it will be dark, I brought this with me tonight.” Uh-oh he thought, this could be it, the one thing that might tear them apart, “religion”. He tensed, but said nothing. She continued, “I am from a Muslim family, but my parents were very open minded.” She opened the bag, and pulled out two of the most beautifully carved wooden candle holders he had ever seen, and two brand new white candles. “My mother was an Ethiopian Jew, and reverted to Islam before they were married.” He was fascinated, and listened intently. “They made a deal, before the wedding, that my father would allow my mother to light the Sabbath candles each Friday night, and say prayers, at the table”. She was beaming now.

“May I do the same, and say some prayers?” she asked. He was stunned. “Sure”, was all he could say. She said, “I tend to lean towards my mother’s original faith”. She covered her head with a scarf, placed the candles in the holder, and lit them. “I’ll be singing in Amharic, the language of my mother, and then in Hebrew.” She began singing, and chills ran up and down his spine. His spirit began to soar. He had never heard Amharic before, and to hear her sing it, brought tears to his eyes. Then she sang in Hebrew, “Baruch atah Adonai, Eluhenu, Melech ha olam…..…” (Blessed are You Lord, our God, the King of the universe) As she sang she moved her hands in a fanning motion towards her. The tears began streaming down his face.

He knew that he would share sometime his own beliefs, about the Messiah, his thoughts about the need for atonement, but not here, not now. This was a sacred moment. All he could say at the end, through the tears was, “Would you teach me Amharic?”……….Miriam smiled from ear to ear, because she knew for certain, without question, the Creator had placed them together………..

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth VII – The Harbor

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Driving into downtown Boston was a mistake, but they didn’t realize it, until it was too late. It was like driving through a cemetery, only worse. There were hundreds – no thousands – of piles of clothing, where once there had been living, breathing, human beings. There were shirts, jackets, belts, shoes, some hats here and there, and women’s purses scattered. A baby’s stroller was on the sidewalk, empty. Several large groups of clothing indicated entire families, dropped and perished, where they stood. Jeremiah drove the blue minivan very slowly, in order to not hit any of them. It was sacred ground, a final resting place of so many.

He wanted to turn around and go back, but Miriam said, “Can we go to the harbor area?” “Maybe it will be better there”. It was better, and they were able to walk around. As they walked towards some old sailing ships, Jeremiah said, “Miriam I don’t ever want to come to the city again, unless we have to.” She agreed and said, “Come, let’s go on this old ship, I have something I want to share.” She was trying to be lighter in spirit, and he was thankful for it.

Once they looked around the ship, Miriam leaned her long frame over the railing of the starboard side, and he joined her. He could see that she was thinking of what to say, like preparing a speech, so he waited. Looking out over the water, she said, “Jeremiah we can do this.” “Do what?”, he asked. “We can start again, and grow our own food”. She was smiling now, and said, “I’ve been studying organic farming for years, I know we can do this, and raise a family”. There it was, she let the part about raising a family slip out, but it was too late now.

It was his turn now, and he was beaming. “Well before we talk about…….reproducing, and multiplying”……. (They both started laughing, and Miriam began to howl, stomping her foot, while covering her mouth, trying not to be too loud). “We should give ourselves some time.” As soon as he said that, he regretted it. Maybe now was the right time! So he said, “Let’s take one week, to know each other more first.” Miriam jumped in with, “….and when we are married, we should have a ceremony on top of a mountain!!” Was she reading his mind? That’s what he thought too……..and he told her.

On the walk back to the minivan, he asked her if she wanted pizza for dinner and she said “Yes!” in a hurry. Once they were out of the downtown area, Miriam said she had a confession to make. He waited, and she said, “I know I’m very thin, too thin.” “I wasn’t eating before I met you…….I wanted to die…….it seemed better than living alone”. “But now I want to live…….the future is much brighter”.

“I’m glad you’re alive”, was all he could say, as tears welled up in his eyes…….The truth was, they were both very excited about the future now……..

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

A Quote on Imagination

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Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.

Albert Einstein

Imagination is that part of us that causes creativity. I love this quote, because Einstein helps us to see, that even though knowledge is good and beneficial, imagination goes far beyond knowledge. Our creativity is unlimited! Math will help us to calculate the needs of those caught in poverty, but our creativity, fired by our imagination, will find ways to battle against this plague. Solutions are what we need, and our imagination is the vehicle to get us there.

When you combine love with imagination, then you really have a powerful force!

Have a great Saturday!

Peace.

Commentary and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth VI – Dinner for Two

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He didn’t ask her anymore, and didn’t need to. Miriam began weeping, and instinct told him to embrace her, so they embraced each other. He reached her some Kleenex. “I’m sorry!”, she said. “Never be sorry for emotions that can heal you”, and he assured her it was ok. Miriam burst out with, “I’ve made such a mess of things today!”, and she wept even more. He held her closer, (she was sitting down) until the waves of grief passed. He smiled at her, taking her face in his hands, letting her know it was good to be here, and that she could share more if she needed to. Their foreheads met, and she began to feel relieved. These moments were very special, drew them closer, and melted any ice there may have been lingering. They didn’t know it at the time, but years later they would still remember, these feelings, these moments, in Room 132.

Jeremiah wanted to lighten things up a bit, so after this, he got a wonderful gleam in his eye. He looked her square in the face and asked, “Should I help you with your leg now?”. Realizing he was hoping to see more of her, at the top of her leg, she smiled and said, “No, I can handle that on my own – thank you!” She took the peroxide from his hand, and they both chuckled. “Let me know if you need any stitches there!”, he said laughingly, heading towards the door. He loved her blend of French and African accent!

“Wait!” Miriam had a question, as his hand turned the door handle. He turned to her, and she asked, “How do you know so much about medicine and stitching the skin?” “I didn’t tell you?” “I was in medical school when the wars broke out, I went for 3 years”, he said. “Ah, I see”. Now it was her turn to smile, but she didn’t tell him why. As he went down to cook them some dinner, she was thinking……..well to be honest……she was embarrassed…….because she thinking about having babies, and he would do a wonderful job with the deliveries. She blushed, holding her hand over her mouth. She sure wished her Mama was alive to talk to right now. And she loved his red hair and freckles!

An hour later Miriam entered the dining room again, and the smells were intoxicating. “Fried potatoes”, she said out loud. She could smell grilled onions too, and some spices. Jeremiah poked his head out of the kitchen, saw her, and said dinner would be ready in 10 minutes. “We’re eating in the atrium tonight, I thought it would be good to see the sky as we eat.”

She reached for a chocolate mint he had left on the table for her, and unwrapped it, as he banged some pots and pans around in the kitchen. Suddenly there was a loud banging sound, of metal on metal, and “ouch!” that came from the kitchen. “Jeremiah??” Miriam was concerned and laughing, at the same time. “I’m alright!” he said.

Miriam thought the food was wonderful, and they did look at the beautiful, late summer sky. But mostly they talked. Miriam began to open up, and explained she was a bio-chemist. He was fascinated with her work. In fact, she had packed up her laboratory and had it in a trailer a few blocks away. She explained, “I was hoping to not go back to Canada”. He understood. He reached for her hand and said, “Regardless of our relationship, let’s make sure we stick together.”

No one mentioned anything about marriage, and they didn’t need to. They said good night in the hallway, and went to their separate rooms. She would have given herself freely to him that night, but he didn’t go down that road. He was giving her more time to heal, and she loved him for it. Besides………they would both know when the time was right.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth V – Healing

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Maybe he was right. It wasn’t easy being a woman, and 6’ 5” tall. As she sat up, she knew that her height was intimidating to men. Most of them never asked her for a date. Even though she was only 27 years old, she had worried about finding someone, in time. She had always wanted a family, and then the series of biological weapons were released on the world. She had lost all hope – that is until Jeremiah. And she loved that name.

Noticing her arm bleeding, she knew she needed help. She managed to get to her hands and knees, and then to her feet. Her right leg was a mess too. She panicked, she was injured, and she wondered if he would leave her. Taking a deep breath she calmed down, realizing that no, he would not do that. Maybe he was waiting for her.

As she made her way, limping to the door, she thought they both overreacted. It was his fault of course, but she knew she was sensitive to prejudice. Would the ghosts of East Africa, never leave her alone? “I’m still forgiving people.” She mumbled out loud.

Inside the dining room Jerry was ticked off, but not at Miriam. In fact, he was hoping and praying, she wouldn’t drive off. Maybe they could be friends. But he did look at the ceiling in disgust, and said, “What are you doing to me — to us!” “She hates me!” For some reason he started making a pot of coffee, where the employees normally would. Maybe he needed the warmth.

He heard the automatic doors open up, and he rushed to a nearby table, to play it cool. What should he say? She hobbled into the lobby, and for the first time he noticed how beautiful her clothing was, or had been. She was dressed in a beautiful, long, African dress, which was red, gold, and brown. The gold shimmered in the light. Her headdress was disheveled, but she was a beautiful woman, and she carried herself like a queen. Was she royalty?

She saw him looking at her, from the dining room, and said with her French-African accent, “Jeremiah I need some help”.  Five minutes later they opened the door to room 132. She noticed right away a bouquet of wildflowers, as they walked in. He had picked them from the front of the hotel. She turned to him, and he just smiled.

He began washing her arm, first in water, and then with hydrogen peroxide. Jeremiah seemed to really know what he was doing, and she noticed too, how gentle he was putting in a few stitches (with a sterilized needle). He then carefully wrapped her arm in a bandage. He said, “You know, I’m very sorry about what happened outside”. He wasn’t looking in her eyes, but at least he was talking. For some reason she felt she should be soft in her tone, so she gently said, “I know, I am too”. She meant it and he could tell. “Were you abused by white people?”, he asked, this time looking at her.

How did he know? How could he possibly have known? Tears began filling her eyes, and she said in a whisper, “Yes”.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth IV – Miriam

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The Hotel Westborough was a beautiful old place, completely made of bricks, with beautiful antique furniture in the dining room. When he pulled up, there was no one around. He was early, so he went inside to spruce up. He noticed there were no piles of clothing in the lobby, or in the dining room. “Thankfully”, he said out loud. After combing his hair and straightening his tie, he hung out in the lobby for a while. He tried texting her, to see where she was, but he heard a noise outside, and knew immediately it was a car door!

He headed for the front door, and saw a mini-van parked in the loading zone. It wasn’t until he got outside that he had the shock of his life. When she came around the van, and headed towards him, he was stunned. His jaw fell open, his eyes popped out, and he dropped his cell phone, which broke into at least 5 pieces. He actually stumbled as if he’d been struck. She stopped in her tracks.

“Oh God!”, he said out loud. She was tall, very, very tall, and thin. So thin, he wondered silently, if she was sick. She appeared to be African, complete with  traditional African clothing, including a huge headdress on top of her head, the size of a small basket. He wondered if she was Muslim, and fell to his knees, covering his face with his hands. “Oh God!” he said again, not realizing how this was affecting her.

She felt anger boiling in her chest, and head, coming down her arms and into her hands, forming into fists. She thought, “He hates me!!!” Everything in her was repulsed, she could kill him right here, but instead she shouted, “You pig!!” “You hateful, racist pig!!” Still clueless, he stood up saying, “What?….what do you mean?”

He took a step forward, and she backed up. “No! Stay away from me!”, she yelled. “You racist!” He was beginning to understand now and said, “No, no, that’s not it…..no, I’m not a racist!” He took another step towards her. “Don’t you touch me! Stay away…..” she was backing up when one of her heals got caught in a hole on the sidewalk. She was still backing up and began falling. He lunged forward to help her, she screamed, “No!” She went down hard, scraping her right arm, and her upper right leg, on the pavement.

He reached for her, but she lifted one of her very long arms, and said, “Don’t you DARE touch me!!” She was seething with anger, as she laid there bleeding and in pain. She had experienced abuse before from racist white people, and she wanted nothing to do with him. He didn’t know what to do or say, it had all gone wrong. “I’ll get the first aid kit!” he said, and he took off towards the Mercedes.

“Just leave it”, she said, when he returned. It was his turn now, and he knew what to say. “Listen, I’ll leave it here, but you need to know this – yes I was shocked.” “You are very, very tall, and that was a huge surprise.” “Yes, I was expecting you to be white, but that’s only because I’m white”. “And you’re from Canada!” He began yelling, “I don’t hate anyone!” “I was just surprised, and that’s all!” And with that, he stormed away, into the hotel lobby.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”