Who Are The Beloved?



Today’s Forgiving Fridays: Exquisite Beauty of Life!


Who are the Beloved?


I am the Beloved. He is Me. She is Me. The Beloved are my Muslim, Jewish, Sikh, Baha’i, Hindu, & Buddhist neighbors, co-workers and friends.  The Beloved are the LGBT Community.

The Beloved are those Single Parents whether mothers or fathers who are penalized for taking a day off to care for their sick child.  The Beloved are those caring for aging, frail, ill elderly parents with no respite in sight.

The Beloved are friends and family dealing with cancer, heart attacks, high blood pressure, vision loss, diabetes & strokes in need of compassion and practical assistance.

The Beloved are those with unseen illness. Disabilities not easily seen and many times not accepted by the family of God.  Disabilities of the mind and soul. The Beloved are those rejected and despised by society who fill the wards of mental hospitals, prisons and halfway houses. Those who don’t fit the Boilerplate of “Success.”

Behold for as Jesus said, Publicans, Harlots and Sinners shall enter Heaven before evangelicals and fundamentalists.  For they have made God’s House a den of thieves.

The Beloved are our Hijabi Muslims Sisters who cover in submission to God but ridiculed for their choice.

The Beloved are Immigrants who live in fear of deportation.

The Beloved are Combat Veterans who risked their lives for this great country, came home in pieces only to find those pieces scattered to ashes by those who know nothing of their true pain.

The Beloved are the vagrants, beggars and homeless seen yet unseen on the streets of most cities and living in the subways with no place to call home.  Lepers and pariahs to those of wealth, influence and substance.

To be One with the Beloved is to become One with those on the outside looking in.

The Beloved are stray dogs and cats.  The Beloved are Lonely and neglected pets who have worn out their amusement factor.  The are Animals hunted to extinction tortured and mutilated to fit the fancy of the latest trends

To Become One with the Beloved is simultaneously a singular and plural experience.  To be the Good Samaritan every day.  Grace and Mercy are the way.



Luke 10:25-37 New King James Version (NKJV)

The Parable of the Good Samaritan

25 And behold, a certain lawyer stood up and tested Him, saying, “Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?”

26 He said to him, “What is written in the law? What is your reading of it?

27 So he answered and said, “ ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind,’[a] and ‘your neighbor as yourself.’[b]

28 And He said to him, “You have answered rightly; do this and you will live.”

29 But he, wanting to justify himself, said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

30 Then Jesus answered and said: “A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, who stripped him of his clothing, wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. 31 Now by chance a certain priest came down that road. And when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32 Likewise a Levite, when he arrived at the place, came and looked, and passed by on the other side. 33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was. And when he saw him, he had compassion. 34 So he went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35 On the next day, when he departed,[c] he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said to him, ‘Take care of him; and whatever more you spend, when I come again, I will repay you.’ 36 So which of these three do you think was neighbor to him who fell among the thieves?”

37 And he said, “He who showed mercy on him.”

Then Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”

Gratitude and Thankfulness



I’m so Grateful and Thankful for the Following:

Spring has finally come to New York City this week.  The temps are hovering from the upper 60s to the upper 70 degree range.

My itchy scratchy skin rash is gone!! Hallelujah!!

My brother Stephen’s eye infection healed and he went back to program last Monday.

Always Thankful for my brother Stephen who is the Most Awesome Amazing Autism Guy in the World!!

My cat Sylvester.

For the Daily Press which is a Coffee Bar that opened up end of Feb/early March. They have a friendly staff and their Mint Tea is delicious as are their blueberry muffins and chocolate croissants!!

For the Friendly Staff at the Reviv Wellness clinic when I get my B 12 and CoQ10 Vitamin shots.

Both the staff at the Daily Press and Reviv Wellness Clinic always ask about my brother Stephen even though they have only met him once. Always happy to find Autism Friendly places. Of course Stephen has such a Winning Personality what’s not to Like?!! ❤

Especially Thankful and Grateful for being able to attend Palm Sunday Worship Service. Not only did I enjoy myself, I took notes and came away inspired and uplifted.

Giving Thanks to God for my Buddhist, Hindu and Muslim Sister-Friends who have stuck with me through thick and thin. God’s Love Manifests itself in all faiths and belief systems.  I am grateful for these Wonderful Women and the opportunity to see God in others.

Sending my prayers and condolences to my Coptic Sisters and Brothers in Egypt who died or were injured this past Palm Sunday. Some of my co-workers are Egyptians of the Coptic faith. Keep in mind that the terrorist extremist evil-doers who committed this terrible sin DO NOT represent Islam no more than the KKK or the American Nazi Party represents Christianity.




Fruitful Friday 


Today’s meeting with the Director of Stephen Residence went well. Better than expected. New Year 2017. Blank Slate. Fresh Start.

So glad I had the opportunity to speak directly one on one with the Director of QCP. I’ve known him a long time and I do trust him. I feel he values my opinion and will address my concerns regarding the clothing issues.

Gradually I’m starting to throw away my cynicism, doubts, becoming jaded and distrustful of other human beings. At one point I nearly lost faith in all humanity. We are all connected and in many ways that we don’t even realize or think about we are all connected. Not everyone is trying to throw you under the bus.

Of course like everyone I’ve had bad experiences and some horrible interactions with others and that includes my own family members but the actions of a few does not mean everyone you meet in your life will do the same thing to you. We are never really totally self-reliant. Most of us do not grow our own food or make our own clothes. So-called self-reliant Freedoms we take for granted during the peak of our youth and strength will be taken from you as old age, infirmities and disabilities settle in and become the new normal.

After my stroke at age 49 my life changed dramatically. I went through what I believe are the 7 stages of grief. For the longest I was alternately depressed and angry because I could not longer do the things I used to do like drive. My eyesight was affected by the stroke and I lost a good deal of vision in my left eye. So I cannot drive. I have difficulty reading books, signs, documents, etc…

Eventually over the last 8 years I’ve had to throw away my pride and accept help. Due to arthritis my back, legs, ankles, knees and joints no longer work the way they once did. God in his mercy has sent many rescuers to my aid but I had to drop my bad attitude, have faith and accept help.  As the banks and financial institutions say, Past performance is not indicative of future results. I cannot allow my past including the abuse I suffered from men, racism, discrimination, bigotry and even some of my paternal cousins shunning me and Stephen affect my current or future interactions with people.

Back in 2012 I had several traumatic experiences. I split up with a guy whom I really cared for and had fallen in Love with but because his parents had died he had to return to the Eastern European country of his birth. It hurt. During this time period I also had a falling out with certain paternal cousins who I had cared for and supported when they fell on hard times. Yes they turned their backs on me. That really hurt because we were all raised up together. I cried. I felt abandoned. After all your family is supposed to Love you but we all know in reality that is not always the truth.

Finally I had a very strange experience while posted in a special Civil War photo exhibit. As many of you may have read in my previous blogs I had an ancestor William Henry Halstead who served as a Union Soldier. Well don’t ask me how but my Great, Great Grandfather made contact with me and I found myself in the midst of one of the battles he was in. I heard cannon fire, felt bullets whizzing by me. I heard the cries of the wounded. Their screams. I felt my Great, Great Grandfather William Henry Halstead fear and anxiety. The whole vision was unsettling.

I needed answers so I prayed to Jesus to send someone who would help me. Jesus sent me a Japanese Buddhist Lady who today has become one of my strongest friends. Guess Jesus has both a sense of humor and the knowledge/wisdom to send the right person despite that person being a different race/religion.

I can be a very difficult person yet she put up with me. Listen to my troubles. We went together to her Temple Shinnyo-en New York which I later joined. Now I’ve had my ups and downs but on Jan. 15th my Japanese girlfriend and I are going to the Main Temple located in White Plains. We will be together as Sisters. American and Japan. Buddhist and Christian.



As my mother Mable Palmer used to tell me, “Deborah you never know who you may have to call on.”

Just want to point out that when Stephen cannot do something and I ask him if he needs help he says Yes right away. I need to be more like my brother in some ways.

Thanking everyone for their prayers.

Stephen, QCP Director as Santa Claus and a friend






Today’s Writing Prompt is…









I cannot remember one specific New Years Celebration that stood out however when I was a young woman in my 20s I can recall going to Watch Night Service on New Year’s Eve. Watch Night Service is a special church service where you pray in the New Year.

Then after the church service was over I would just hang out with my friends probably going to somebody’s home. Transportation was no problem as during this time period in the 1980s I remember the Mayor of New York and the MTA offered Free Rides on the subways and buses. I suppose that was to protect inebriated New Yorkers who had over done their New Year’s Eve Celebrations.

I was brought up as a Baptist but attended other Christian denominations where I had the opportunity to enjoy various celebrations. Whether I went out or not when the Ball dropped in Times Square and Guy Lombardo played Auld Lang Syne my family would have a small toast, kiss and wish each other Happy New Year!

In recent years I’ve had the pleasure of attending my Japanese girlfriend New Years Day service at her Buddhist Temple located in White Plains, NY.  At the Temple I saw and heard powerful performances of the Taiko Drums. Also I’ve gone to Asian (what many call Chinese New Year but most Asians use the same zodiac calendar) New Year Celebrations. I’ve seen the Dragon Dance, eaten traditional Japanese foods which are delicious and the Buddhist ministers acknowledge those born in the year of the goat, horse, or whatever animal is represented for that particular year. I was born in the Year of the Boar and when that year comes I will make it a point to take off and attend as many services as I can get to. I am a Member of Shinnyo-en Buddhism but due to work concerns I can’t get out to services as much as I would like. And No you are not required to convert to Buddhism. I’m still a Christian and still acknowledge Jesus as My Lord and Savior but I’m open to benefits from other faiths.  Actually I find Buddhism more of a philosophy than a religion as the Buddha never said that he was God. As my Japanese girlfriend puts it, Shinnyo-en is where Jesus and Buddha shake hands. Many Americans of all faiths, races and backgrounds go to the Temple for meditation and uplift. So no different from a Christian church.



Auld Lang Syne” (Scots pronunciation: [ˈɔːl(d) lɑŋˈsəin]: note “s” rather than “z”)[1] is a Scots poem written by Robert Burns in 1788[2][3] and set to the tune of a traditional folk song (Roud # 6294). It is well known in many countries, especially in the English-speaking world, its traditional use being to bid farewell to the old year at the stroke of midnight.

As I’ve gotten older I no longer attend Church on a regular basis and it’s way too dangerous to be out on the streets late at night I spend my New Year’s Eve’s with my cat Sylvester. I’m not even certain if Church’s still have Watch Night Service but as both Christmas and New Years fell on a Sunday this holiday season I’m certain many church goers just attended their regular day time church services.

Taiko Drumming

The following song by Dan Fogelberg has nothing to do with the traditional Auld Lang Syne but I like the song.

Dan Fogelberg – Same Old Lang Syne (from Live: Greetings from the West)

My Generation


My parents Generation Auld Lang Syne

Guy Lombardo And His Royal Canadians — Auld Lang Syne (VintageMusic.es)




Come to the River. Wash My Soul.

So many ancestries run through my veins. Africa, Native American, Ireland course throughout my circulatory tributaries. All merging into one.

I take the Warm Spring healing waters from Gaia’s womb. Water. Rain. Storms. Floods. Tidal Waves. Tsunamis. Showers. Oceans. Seas. Lakes. Ponds. Water possesses the powers of creation and destruction. River and Mountain Goddess meet. Fresh moving waters provide life. Stagnant still waters harbor seeds of death. Tears of sorrow, sadness and grief. Tears of joy, happiness and relief.

We create man-made fountains in the city to satiate our thirsty souls.

We spend the first nine months of our lives in our Mother’s amniotic waters.

Our bodies are approximately composed of 70% water.

Health officials recommend drinking eight glasses of water a day to replenish what we lose through sweating, excretion and elimination.

Water in most faiths is a method of cleansing and renewal.

Jesus was baptized in the River Jordan. (Matthew 3:13)

Most Christians are baptized at some point in their lives.

In Buddhism one of the goals is to wash away the illusions and delusions of Ego.

Hindus after cremation often scatter their Loved ones ashes into the sacred River Ganges.

At the end of the song they call upon Oshun, West African Orisha of Love and the Sweet Waters from the World Goddess. The Orishas call to my ancestral soul beckoning me to the indigenous beliefs of the Mother Land. I hear their cries mixed with those of my Native American ancestors calling me to return. Return Home.



Ibeyi – River