Gibt es noch Rettung für das heutige Brasilien? — Leonardo Boff

Jeder, der sich die politisch-sozioökonomische Situation anschaut, fragt sich: „Gibt es noch Rettung für das heutige Brasilien?“ Eine Diebesbande, verkleidet als Senatoren und Richter, sind entgegen aller das Gegenteil belegenden Argumente darauf aus, eine unschuldige Frau, Präsidentin Dilma Roussef, zu verdammen, die weder der unrechtmäßiger Aneignung öffentlicher Güter noch irgendeiner persönlichen Korruption anzuklagen ist. Durch […]

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How to experience God today in a situation of crisis — Leonardo Boff

The present present times are so politically afflicted that we are psychologically altered. Seeing no path forward, walking blind, adrift like a rudderless ship, extinguishes our spark to live. We wind up forgetting what is essential. Those who read my last article, Can present day Brazil be fixed?, find the background there for this refection […]

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Naturally — Le Drake Noir

The worth visting Ailsa and her inspiring weekly challenge. The challenge this week “Harmony“. Necessarily harmony needn’t be only soft velvet and airy tulle. Perhaps more to vibrate in line with oneself and the surroundings. Stand on a corsican rock to jump in mountain water far down can be harmonious too.

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The calm after the storm — Tootlepedal’s Blog

Today’s guest picture was sent to me by Dropscone and shows the sort of food he had to put up with on his recent holiday abroad. Standing in a gale looking at wild flowers for several hours yesterday proved to be curiously tiring and when I woke up this morning, I felt very much like […]

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Magnet poem: Waking — Jane Dougherty Writes

Second attempt at Doug’s fridge magnet challenge http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Nature/kit/39239/?h=d483c7bc89652c6cb51ad84bf3ad990c After long winter watch green spring blossom pure water murmur over blue stone wander beneath fresh shade walk through deep night when wild wind breathes.

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