Do you remember where you came from?

Do you remember where you came from? Yep. I remember.I remember being daddy’s little girl. Stealing his stocking cap with the CAT logo on it and slapping it on my head as a toddler. I remember falling asleep on my dad’s beer belly as he napped. I remember my two older brothers not yet to…

Action Prayer for Humanity

Father sky, your tears have been heavy upon Mother Earth. Trying so hard to wash away the blood stains from gun violence and wars all over this sacred land. Mother earth you soak up those stains that will never be completely washed away. The lifeless bodies you embrace into the depths of your womb and…

I Grieve

By Theresa Dolata Copyright March 12, 2021 I grieve not having the sense of safety when I was a kid.I grieve not really knowing what safety was till my mid 40’s.I grieve the loss of my innocence that I never got back after that first sexual assault that my oldest brother committed against me.I grieve…

A Memory that Makes me Happy

Copyright 2020 By Theresa Dolata The memory that makes me happy is when I first performed standup in an actual comedy club. I had no idea how open mic nights went. I thought if you signed up on line 25 that you were number 25 to go up. I signed up for spot 15. The…

Community Builder: Why the creek floods?

The creek floods. People’s anger builds. They curse God for the dam built from all those beautiful trees. Parts of the woods is flooded. The big pond now eromously deep and vast. People get angry.  They build walls up all the time to shut each other out. But the beaver buillds no walls. The beaver…

Purpose

The grass bowed in the wind to the Spirit of the Birch trees. In a gentle reply the Birch trees extended out their branches like arms and swooped down, gently caressed the tops of the blades of grass. The Sun’s rays beamed down and danced a joyous dance upon the grass and the Birch trees.…

God’s Breath

God breathes Into each one of us The Spirit that carries us For we are ordinary people Yet exceptional as well For we walk We run We stumble And are lifted up again With the breath of God Pouring like rain Into our Spirits Baptizing us Again and again In the Spirit of Love Peace…