Looking for an inspirational gift for Mom, Dad, or a New Grad? Gift Book: “Sending You My Love”

Are you looking for a thoughtful, uplifting, inspirational gift for Mom, Dad, or a New Grad? Curious to support an independent artist? Interested in a gift that supports others in great need too?

Could Love really exist…In each and every one of us?
Could Your choice to embrace Love…Touch our world for the better?
Could it really be as simple…As Loving You today?

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Thanks for considering my gift book, “Sending You My Love,” to share your Love and Kindness in this world! Part of the profits also support women, children, animals, and communities in critical need of assistance through Project COLORS International Non-Profit Aid Society.

I’ve chosen Project COLORS as a recipient of my support for quite a few years now. It’s an AMAZING, small, aid organization that minimizes overhead to maximize the reach of our goodwill. They do an INCREDIBLE job of partnering with local aid organizations too; to find efficient, effective solutions that empower local people and leverage local knowledge.

I also trust the integrity of Project COLORS since I had the great joy of working with founder, Sunyata Choyce, many years ago for the United Nations down in the Dominican Republic. Since then, I’ve also had the chance to travel with her to Sri Lanka to support the initiation of funding and aid for children’s homes there. To find out more about Project COLORS, please visit: ProjectCOLORS.com

Thanks for your likes, shares, reviews, purchases, and donations to help put a Smile on someone’s face today! I am forever thankful and awed by the power of Kindness and strength of Love!

Could It Be ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

Could God be
What We Do to each other

Could Life be
The Great Divine breath

Could God be greater
Than any single
                institution
                        team
                                ego

Could ~Love~ be Your guide
To Bloom
                Anew

Could Earth be
Our Divine Common Temple
Paradise
Right here in the Now

Could Trees be
Our feeders
                breathers
Allies
                healers
Divine providers

Could Water be
Our life flow
                reminder
That the ~Love~ inside Us
Always finds its way Home

Could you Embrace
All beautiful Life
As Divine
                the Gift
That Shines in You too

Spring Melt ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

You can lead a horse to water
But you cannot make him drink
Perhaps he may have just nearly drowned
Perhaps he simply isn’t thirsty
Perhaps the trough is tainted
And his sense far
                        outweighs your judgment
Perhaps he cannot bear to face
The Thought of his own reflection

Sometimes your Down looks Up to me
Sometimes your Up might be my Down
Sometimes the eyes see different realities
We create and interpret
By thought and Heart

But why cling to the things
From far long-gone journeys
So different from paths
Stretched out before thee

The past is the past
Release the old traps
In this changing climate
They’ll no longer feed you

Let your open
                    Kind Heart
                                Lead the way

Afterall Water
Always finds its way Home

Stars will Shine

Moon will Rise

And You

I

May Bloom
                    Anew

~ My Dear Beloved Friends ~ From ElizaBeth Coira

My Dear Beloved Friends,
What you are about to hear and read comes from a place of profound hurt and sorrow…like an arrow buried in my heart long ago. Do you know how that feels? Do you have any wounds that run that deep? Then you will know why I must share this today…from the beloved depths of my wounded female soul. I share this from a vulnerable place because I can no longer bear the pain of avoiding the things that need to be said. My intent is not to hurt or offend, but rather to hold open the door, for a few new ideas to take root, blossom, flourish, grace this world.

With Love
May We All
Bloom Again
Anew

What if Jesus were a woman
Buddha could be She
Would the Prophet Muhammad consent to cover and shut up
How different would the story be

What if Pachamama didn’t mother
But was still deemed worthy
What if Mary, Mother and Magdalene
Didn’t have to prove they’re “pure”

So many appropriations
Uses and abuses
Squeezing in and packaging
Of the female, sex, and role

Now let me tell you something
Boudica was a warrior queen
But we need not all play martyr
March our lives to endless struggle

What if Odin chose not to hang
From Yggdrasil, the great Tree of Life
Funny how it’s knowledge, water source
Was filled up with a great three She

Like Allah’s three wise daughters
Three witches survive in fairytales
Retracted, rewritten by all the wise men
The holy trinity ices the cake

And when I think of rising
Like the moon and sun
I think of the old Easter hare
Goddess Eostri was once known

Ah how quickly we forget
Accept agendas cloaked in “magic”
Mystery and entertainment
Explanations for control

But hey, I don’t know it all
I don’t even know a little bit

But… spirituality, freedom, soaring awareness?
–It doesn’t seem buried beneath subjugation

I tell you, I don’t have to mother
Or adhere to “ideal” lies of “pure”
Consent to lock She and me up
Or the converse, flaunt and flirt

To prove my worth and power
I AM DIVINE — I AM WOMAN
And I won’t let our essence
Be erased, forgotten, without a trace

Nor will I permit the unfit
To primp, puff and distract me
With a pretty dress and penis pop
I’ve no desire to do what’s been done unto me

So stop preaching I handed you the apple
It was your snake who offered the invite, right?
Stop aiming all your venom, blame
These scripts don’t have to pave the way

Dividing
Converting
Conquering
Social prisons
Hell-bent on control

Crusades, jihad, endless genocide
Was it only Pagans
Obsessed with human sacrifice
Cleansing, creating an apocalypse

And all in the name of WHO exactly
What is it WE’ve been doing exactly
Worshipping, perpetuating
Myth and script, over again

Violence, aggression
Fear and hate
Persecution
Cleverly disguised

In a “spiritual” compass
Designed to organize
And justify so much
That has nothing to do with LOVE

Unity, our interconnection
All that’s been tainted, incorporated
Subdue the female, slave, and savage
Is it really ok to pillage and ravage?

Is it really US versus THEM?
Must it be ALL or NOTHING?
Are boys and girls really enemies?
How easily our identities are mobilized

We must stay wise, with open hearts
Consider source, and all the filters
What flows, feels right
And what feels forced

Who is indeed
Authoring the story
We are all products
Of conqueror and conquered

I ask again
How would the world be
If Jesus were
A woman

And you may ask
Just who the hell
Do you think
You are–it’s Friday–Freyja’s Day

I’ll just say
I am me
The kid you knew once
Upon a time

That is All
I am me
And I choose
~ LOVE ~
Eternally

Did You Hear the Birdsong – By ElizaBeth Coira

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What is a God
The Greater Good
Love
Life
All
      Interconnection

~ ? ~

mine
right
the only way
master
manipulator
judge
            and jury

~ ? ~

Blooming flower
Kind embrace
Compassionate smile
Sunshine rays

~ ? ~

damner
dweller
fire
brimstone
us versus them
subjugator

~ ? ~

Flowing water
Fresh air
Towering trees
Meandering deer

~ ? ~

I’d like to think
God’s greater than ego
Individual identity
Human knowing
                                    and controlling

But some I hear
Have forgotten the sun
The touch of Love
The song of Home

A Call to Civic Engagement – By ElizaBeth Coira

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A Patriot’s Love Song

The sunrise this morning
Is a call to duty
Tears don’t seem to wash away
The sick
No
I must do that
With my own two humble hands

On my own two forward feet
I must stand up to the hate
Blaze through the fear
To protect all we hold dear
Rise up from your TV
Re-connect

With real life
Real breathing
Neighbors
Friends
The best of community

But don’t do what you did
There’s evidently not enough
Love
In this life
The Greater Good is
Pleading

Screaming
Bleeding
Calling
You
Must engage
Be the change we really deserve

It’s no longer enough
To simply vote

Afterall
Why should we common people
Still think kings
And shadowed strugglers
Know anything about

True Love