Who Stole the Heart of Our Homeland ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

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The time has come for Americans of good conscience to reclaim our nation from the plights of greed, apathy, and egregious evil that have assumed control of our nation. We can no longer continue to look the other way. We can no longer cower in the shelters of relative comfort, and mind-numbing entertainment. The time has come to rise. Rise to the call within your Heart. She will show you the way.

Shall We Awake From This Nightmare ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

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May this nightmare never come to full fruition. We must shatter the sickly seeds that have already taken root.

As I write from a smokey, hazy eastern Washington state; I wonder who could ever truly believe that chopping down trees, “thinning out” forests, would actually reduce our risk of fires.  Dense forests hold in more moisture and create balanced, thriving micro-ecosystems–which are more resilient to fires. Just take a look around. Wander through a dense forest. And wander through one that’s been thinned, harvested, slaughtered. What feels right, healthier, balanced? I can assure you it’s not the one that’s been gutted out.

What sickens me more than the smokey haze is our current leadership’s audacity to insert an agenda of profit and greed as a solution to the effects of our already egregious state of environmental degradation. May we the people rescue our great country from the grips of this unspeakable, unfathomable, undeniable evil before it’s too late. May this poem be a warning of what is not inevitable, but of what may come to pass, should you continue to sit idly by, doing absolutely nothing for the Greater Good that has nurtured you.

Happy Election Day ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

Will this world burn?

It already is.
Another day I can’t really go
Outside
Without poison invading my lungs and eyes

The smokey haze of forest fires
Extreme heat
Too many days
Without the cool embrace of rain

While climate change deniers
And public health protections
Get louder
Dry out
A sick joke feeds the haze

The ego, greed, hate, fear
Hurt, corrupt more hearts and minds

I wonder if the devil
Has reserved a place
For Trump, his family, donors, supporters
And the common voter
–All enablers of an unspeakable, unfathomable, undeniable evil

I wonder what have I done
To deserve such company
For surely Paradise
Is the Here and Now

Planet Earth as Heaven
There’s a case to be made
As well as for those who choose otherwise

Farm out her virtues
To the highest bidder
Sell off her honor
To the basest of bastards

I’d like to say
I’ll see you in hell
But so many books claim
This is All

And since we must sit
Tete-a-Tete
I suppose I shall thank you
For marching us straight
Into the depths

Who votes for the devil
To do God’s work
I sure as hell didn’t
And we shall not forget
Those of you who do

Celebrate! Life & Times at Loon Lake – A Return to Simple this Summer

Celebrate! Life & Times at Loon Lake – A Return to Simple this Summer
Copyright ©2018, ElizaBeth Coira


There’s nothing like walking in the warm summer sun, through towering mountains and blooming fields to set the heart right. Welcome to summer at long last; and a simpler, easier, freer way of life! Don’t you just love to wander the shores, meadows, and forests surrounding our lovely little watering hole; bidding good day to all the tall, cheerful old souls; as well as to quacking, new little fuzzy ones, splashing gingerly about the shoreline. What a joy to admire the great beauty and blossoming of Mother Nature’s heart in the season of summer. Surely this truly exquisite masterpiece we live in is a labor of…Love…not just logic or reason…though the head and the hand certainly help put the will of the heart into motion. But Mother Nature could never be confined, nor defined by the simple terms of human workings. No—twinkling stars, sparkling stones, all gifts of creation indicate a vastness much greater than our own human existence.

What does summer’s beauty mean to you? Perhaps the peaceful shelter of friendship and laughter? Or the squeaky barks of tiny brown tree squirrels? The high pitched chirps from way up high of an osprey preparing for fishing? Maybe you think of curious little kiddos spying on a spry Mr. Robin Redbreast?  Or the swooshing acrobatics of swallows on parade skimming the lake for dinner? Do you welcome the blessings of occasional rain showers? Give thanks for the soothing shade of trees? Wrap yourself in the warmth of sunshine kisses? Giggle at the nibble of a fish at your foot, before the shimmering little stunners shimmy away? Have you stopped to sniff the wild of white daisies? Danced in the magic of floating cottonwood seeds? Suspended belief, all while peeking under the umbrellas of spritely, tiny mushrooms?

Thank goodness we are able to be, exist, breathe in and out, and witness such beauty as Loon Lake in the summer. Thank goodness we can wander Mother Nature’s hills and forests, stretch out our arms in her meadows in bloom. Thank goodness we can walk her good green paths, all while illumined by a bright blue sky. Thank goodness we can skip, swing, and twirl to the sounds of birdsong and wind through the pines.

What would we do if we couldn’t see and feel green…breathe in the blue…rest in the brown? What would we do without this beautiful planet…Mother Nature’s generous gifts that cost us nothing?

May we never know…and ever care… for this exquisite playground we’ve been granted, gifted, entrusted. May the gifts of Mother Nature’s Love show us the way beyond the trappings of ego and prisons of greed. May this summer bring you peace, warmth, kindness, renewal, and a gentle reminder… that the simple shift within to Love, Awareness, Gratitude…all open the way to a bright new world.

ElizaBeth Coira is a writer, poet, consultant, facilitator, and eastern Washington neighbor. You can enjoy more of her poetry and photography at ElizaBethCoira.com or HomeGrownSojourner.com.