1000 Voices of Compassion

Compassion comes in all shapes and sizes, never to big or too small. 

Each and every act matters!

Thanks to Yvonne Spence and Lizzi Rogers for spearheading this great idea.

1000 Voices of Compassion

This event will be 1000 bloggers, at least, writing posts about compassion, kindness, support, caring for others, non-judgement, care for the environment etc, and ALL PUBLISH ON THE SAME DAY (Feb 20, 2015) to flood the Blogosphere with GOOD!

Use the hashtag #1000Speak to promote this event across social media.

I will be participating and just maybe posting something my 10-year-old daughter will be writing also. Join the Facebook group and get your write on!

To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.    ~Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) American Essayist & Poet

Photograph, Poetry

A Thanksgiving Eve Poem

Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all through the field.Turkey Face
Every turkey was scurrying, unwilling to stop and yield.

The moon shone bright, as visions of stuffing danced in their heads.
They gobbled as they ran, for this was the night they came to dread.

For tomorrow would soon come, and their fates would be sealed.
With mashed potatoes and trimmings, their glory’s revealed.

Thanksgiving Turkey 2014Happy Thanksgiving!!!

What are you thankful for?

Animals, Photograph, Poetry

Turkey Dreams

Thanksgiving is only 2 weeks away!

wpid-wp-1415931216150.jpegIn early November
our thoughts turn
to dreams of turkey.
With grateful hearts
and joyful thanksgiving,
we wait in anticipation dreaming of turkey.
Stop and listen!
For something turkey this way comes!
A delicious bird
cooked golden brown
oh, the turkey dreams.
Not a thought is given
to his ultimate demise,
he now lives on only in turkey dreams.

~Mark Schutter 2014

Just having some fun!  Wishing everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving and don’t stress too much about the preparations as most likely it will all work out in the end, so enjoy! Now, what are you thankful for? ~M

Life, Poetry, Writing

Where is the Grace?

I recently passed somewhat of a milestone, alive for half a century.  More years of my life behind me than possibly ahead. I find myself somewhat more reflective and contemplative over the past month.  Who am I kidding, I have always been reflective and somewhat contemplative, in fact I have been accused of thinking too much at times. I ponder the twists in the road and I have been hard on myself through the years and am learning, slowly.  Grace comes uneasy to me and I can only extend grace to others when I am willing to receive it for myself also.  May we each find the grace we seek.


Where is the grace when the moment is done?
The words that are spoken, hang heavy in the air.
To late to be returned.
Where is the grace as I begin to come undone?

Grace for myself, grace for others.
When the moments melt into nothingness.
Grace for myself, grace for others.
When the pain inside is all too real.

Where is the grace when the final bell tolls?
Too late for regrets, for the end is here.
Fates are forever sealed.
Where is the grace in exchange for my soul?

~Mark Schutter ©2014A Twist in the Road



Art, Poetry, Writing

A Cost to Love

She spoke those words, I cringed inside.
A smile she shared, and I tried to hide.
There is a cost to love, are we willing to pay?
It takes all we have, and ever will each day.
20140823_200319_1[1]Dwelling along the edges of night
Silently hiding in the shadows cast
By others uncertain diffused light
There is another light that shines
Unafraid into the dark
Burning bright for all time
A light which exposes broken places
Where all the facade and fake reside
Tears leave tracks down our faces
Cracks in our amour are revealed
Wounded hearts are laid bare
Eternal fates may now be sealed
For in that moment all is clear
The pain and hurt can be healed
The light cleanses all fear
Our brokenness is only a start
Light pours through the cracks
Restoring and renewing lost hearts

~Mark W. Schutter ©2014

(What is the cost to love and are we willing to pay?  To open up ourselves to the vulnerability and allow the broken places to be revealed in truth and honesty.  For only through the cracks that we try to so desperately to hide, will the ‘light’ be able to penetrate into the dark of the hurt and pain so we may truly heal and become who we were destined to be. God bless! ~M)