Calling All the Angels

I reviewed a story that I had posted on http://pagesfrompeopleslives.com/ about a little boy named Isaiah. Isaiah lives in an orphanage in Haiti. He's got a family ready, willing and working toward adopting him, but they face many struggles to complete the process, mostly financial.

My friend Kelly Buchanan who is on a long journey back to some degree of normalcy after suffering from brain damage. She needs lots of physical therapy and assistance with daily living. Again it's the money thing.

My friend Jim Windtalker who gave up a lucrative career in music to roll up his sleeves and start a wolf preservation..

The list goes on and on. My heart is the biggest part of me. I feel the pain and torture of many of us. There is no separation between anyone else and yourself.

I feel so helpless sometimes --- okay - often. It is with great sadness that I bow my head and walk away from a situation that I can't do anything about. I focus on what I can do. I can blog; I can post stories and interviews on the internet and it satisfies me just to a point. To be able to put my hands in the dirt and help build the wolf shelters, to be a part of the armed guard that protects the orphanage in Haiti, to be there for my friend Kelly on a daily basis to make sure that she is taking her medication because often she forgets whether she's taken it or not... My God.

All I can do is try to put it into song. My internal tears, my external joy, my dreams, my wishes, my prayers for all of us. I am calling all the angels. I am calling all of us to serve. Will you answer?