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Ripple Poetry

8038247032_75706fe002_o (2) Creative Commons – Mark Smith

Peace, like Giant Saguaro Cactus,
Took fifty years before flowering hope
Just night and green morning
Over quickly
Then flowers came out again

Again out came flowers then
Quickly over morning green and night
Just hope flowering before years fifty
Took cactus Saguaro Giant
Like peace.

(c) June Perkins

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Women were Among the World’s First Computer Programmers

Stumbling Through the Past

The first published computer program was written by a woman. The programmers of the world’s earliest digital computers were women. The inventor of the significant technology behind the most widely used programming language in the twentieth century was a woman. The software which was responsible for the first landing of men on the moon was written by a programming team led by a woman.

Clearly women are capable of being excellent programmers, but in a classic example of our culture preventing natural abilities from shining, the information technology industry is dominated by men. Worse, girls in the West are still growing up in societies that expect them not to be as good at using information technology as boys, or interested in becoming information technology professionals.

A little bit of history demonstrates how wrong those attitudes are.

This week Ada Lovelace Day was celebrated around the world to recognise women’s achievements in Science, Technology, Engineering and…

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Peace Within~Writing Course 201 Day 10


Peace Peace

Searching in the sand for my peace

Rhythmically etching your fine lines

O how you trace the smooth and crease

Your humble simplicity surely shines


Will I find my pleasure in your grains

Meditatively refining my point of view

Your quality of serenity still remains

To face the world refreshed and new


My fingers notice your rough texture

Bringing my awareness to the now

In your specks I have found a treasure

Concentrating on my truth I do avow


The world can no longer me contain

You have lifted me high above the pain


© Carol Campbell 2015

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Peace Day Service in Hereford Cathedral

Everybody Means Something


Yesterday Hereford Cathedral hosted its first Peace Day Service to observe today’s International Day of Peace. The service was organised by the newly formed Herefordshire Interfaith Group.

The United Nations’ (UN) International Day of Peace is celebrated on September 21 each year to recognize the efforts of those who have worked hard to end conflict and promote peace. The International Day of Peace is also a day of ceasefire – personal or political. On this day, also known as Peace Day, people around the world take part in various activities and organize events centered on the theme “peace.” This was Hereford’s offering.

The Canon Chancellor of Hereford Cathedral & Venerable Tenzin Choesang welcomed everyone to the peace day service.

PD start

The service began with a simple candle lighting ceremony where a member of each faith lit a candle as the choir chanted ‘Kindle a flame to lighten the dark and take all…

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An early fall walk in the evening

the Book of Pain

IMG_6684What I remember best is the sharp smell of wild grapes
carried aloft in a warm updraft, their sharp tang a hint
of the coming winter, when their leaves will be withered
and the vines hard and dry, their hopes gone and the roots
hidden in sleep. I know they don’t, but I wonder—do they
dream, longing for a wet spring and a warm summer sun?

Do they yearn for another year, to bear again their bitter fruit?
Do they think about waking, and then, knowing that they are awake,
do they bask in the knowledge that they are the good creation of a
good God, aright in their place and placed aright by love’s design?
So much living, I think, for such a little tang on a last warm night,
there and then gone in a quick waft of air. Was it ever there at all?


It was actually on a bicycle ride when the scent of wild grapes hit us, so it is a small exercise of my artistic license…

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