tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364140258999853576.post6418891777429172022..comments2024-01-10T12:01:22.951-06:00Comments on Some Call Me Sis: PresenceVicki Wuolle, CSAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13426416190851392381noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364140258999853576.post-12395347276242213812011-11-16T06:45:47.466-06:002011-11-16T06:45:47.466-06:00Not sure how to respond to your comments, or if th...Not sure how to respond to your comments, or if they need a response. If we are like the dots on the comic strip we see our significance in relation to the whole. If one dot is erased it may not be noticed by a reader, yet the vibrancy is lessened. Each dot contributes to the beauty of the piece. I hope November is a great month for experiencing our vibrancy and the necessary contribution we make to the whole. Thank you for sharingVicki Wuolle, CSAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13426416190851392381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364140258999853576.post-65218885624136460692011-11-14T07:42:07.740-06:002011-11-14T07:42:07.740-06:00I try my best to live each day knowing that my tho...I try my best to live each day knowing that my thoughts, words, and actions reach beyond my own little world and have the power to inspire or destroy those around me. This week I will focus on reaching out my hand to someone who longs to belong.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364140258999853576.post-20840249945725624452011-11-14T06:59:35.263-06:002011-11-14T06:59:35.263-06:00As I continue to be a part of many lives, I am gra...As I continue to be a part of many lives, I am grateful for an ever new sense of belonging to a bigger world. On Friday, I moved into a world long past and yet so intertwined with the history of a world gone mad. The woman who introduced me to this old world is named Sara and her story of isolation during the Nazi Presence is so powerful and her voice is still not silent. She spent years separated from family especially her children; her world became the camps that destroyed 40 million women, men, and children. Her question was how can God be a part of one and half million deaths of children who never had a chance to live life fully? We can attempt to answer with words. I believe the only way to answer is to continue to reach out and touch each person in loving compassion. We can hear others say that God wasn't responsible; that people of no presence-people who did not connect created such a hell. We need to look at how a lack of presence such as this gives birth to this type of violence. We say never again and yet the description of a world that chooses not to understand moves us to a lack of connection--a lack of presence. Thank you for moving us to a new place of connection and presence!Mary Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03137984444619686895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364140258999853576.post-68858803682301459232011-11-13T23:28:19.229-06:002011-11-13T23:28:19.229-06:00As a small child, I use to glance through the dail...As a small child, I use to glance through the daily newspaper and put my eyes really close and see the mesh up of dots that composed comics illustrations. Feeling insignificant I often come back to this and search on my destiny in life. What am I meant to do, am I following HIS plan? The month of November, I have dedicated to do some soul searching to challenge myself to think beyond what is expected of me and discover my validity. How can my life become significant like the picture comprised of millions of dots? How and most importantly am I listening to my heart and the great spirt? Following his plan his confusing and often mis-interpeted but I feel through prayer and going with the flow to an extent will lead me to my destiny in life. I appreciate your blog and hope to hear more insight from you Sister Vicki. <3Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com