Friday, July 16, 2010

We Are The Chalk

So who visits this little blog about my thoughts on life? Well, my blog has a tool on it that tracks the states and countries that visit it. So you are among those from: India, Italy, Texas, England, Ohio, Virginia, Canada, California, Oregon, Washington, Indiana, New York, Australia, Alabama, Washington DC, South Dakota, Louisiana, North Carolina, Tennessee, India, Massachusetts and more. I thank you all for sharing my journey. I would love to have you share yours in the comment section. I want to hear from you.

So what of your journeys would you like to share? What concerns have you? What answers are you seeking? Those of us who are parents and grandparents know that we don't know everything. I became aware of that quickly when I had my first child. I am aware of it constantly in the time I spend with my grandchildren. We are all on a journey together and, quite frankly, we need each other. What you learn from your experiences can help me in mine.

It's amazing what we learn from conversation, even blog conversation. New ideas pop up. Similarities give us allies. Desperation and frustration give us family, the family of mankind. Even though we reside in different regions, different countries, even though we have different languages and different cultures, even though we have different beliefs, we are all a part of creating a better world. We all different pages that reside in the same notebook.

Prejudice did not reside in my family when I was growing up. My parents didn't need to tell me about it, they lived it. I was given freedom to question and to find my own beliefs. I was allowed to make mistakes and to understand forgiveness and to know humility. I was raised in a faith that believed in peace and making life better for others by the merely sending a calf to a culture in need.

What is it that we all want? What do we want for our families? A tiny baby comes into the world a blank slate. What will we write on it? No mother wants her child to live with hate or to carry a weapon. No mother wants her child to even feel those feelings that tear apart families and nations. We are the chalk that draws upon that slate.

What will you write? What will you erase that has already been written? My blog isn't the answer to world peace. No, it is just a place that woman wanting world peace asks that we might make the world better together. Let me hear your comments.


  1. Sometimes the best thing we can do for our children and grandchildren is not to write on their slate. So many lives have been wrecked because the wrong things were written on kids' slates--messages about prejudice and hatred, messages that said that there's only one right way to do things. Much better just to gently guide their own writing. . .

  2. Susan, I completely agree. I've seen it happen too often. I think maybe my thoughts didn't hit the mark. I meant that 'we are the chalk' in the way we live as my parents were for me in the way they lived and the unsaid messages we learned. I was not guided by my faith or by my parents, I found my own way. Luckily, I had good examples to follow. They wrote on my slate by the lives they lived.