I’ve never posted an appeal for help before but I got a request from Mai Demeterio, a Filipino mom in my neighborhood. She and Odessa Alpuerto started a grassroots effort to raise money for victims of Typhoon Haiyan. If you are so inclined, please check out their fundraising effort: Phillippine Typhoon Relief.
In addition, I follow a blog called This Man’s Journey. “Island Traveler,” who writes the blog, is also Filipino and raising funds for victims of the typhoon. If you click on This Man’s Journey above, it’ll bring you to a post about what he and his family are doing and how you can help.
You Were Talking About Bliss
(For a gypsy heart)
You ask me in an offhand way
To tell you what I know,
To go unobstructed along dark paths,
See the light of day fold itself
Into a canopy of trees
That confides its own theology
Is to be devoutly wished for.
I am not talking about gods
Who have their own agenda
In choirs of water that whisper
To my weaker ambitions.
They can drown out the still small voice
I never hear
Until after it has said
What it meant to say
And left as soft and calm
As it goes to steal away, so quiet
I might think its thoughts were mine.
But, it is my voice that speaks to me;
Not deities or muse,
That puts one foot in front of the other,
That takes me through meadow, forest,
Along some tide worn beach, or into cities
Where humanity attempts to best itself
In a thousand different ways each day.
I will not go gently anymore from here.
I’m done with timid questions. Or else
I fade immeasurably. Grown clear,
Living has become a solid thing, real.
The day to day I answer to.