one day (music video)

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Dear Hearts,

On Valentine’s Day 3,000 people of different religious faiths gathered to celebrate coexistence and sing Matisyahu’s prayerful song, One Day. This collaboration and video offers an incredible example of the power of community and song, combined with vision.
We can transcend our differences to cocreate one vision of peace, love and acceptance on Earth.

Starting inside my own heart, One Day can be today.  May it be so. 

All my life I´ve been waiting for
I´ve been praying for
For the people to say
That we don´t wanna fight no more
They´ll be no more wars
And our children will play
One day (one day), One day (one day) 

my love for our joy,
becky suzik

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eclipse prayer

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(Photo captured moments before the total eclipse from Sylva, North Carolina, USA, August 21st, 2017)

💕🦋❤️🌏 Earlier this week, I was blessed to have arrived safely in Sylva NC to witness and pray beneath the total eclipse. If you wished to have been in totality, please know I was there for you, too.

I burned sacred sage in gratitude to our ancestors.
Sage smoke in gratitude for everything we are–humans connected to our one earth.
Burned Sage on my knees praying to all of our Gods –and seeming missing ones–dedicated to all we can do to love each other and heal one another and our beautiful finite planet.
Burned sacred sweetgrass to bring in the new world, the healing powers of love and sacred listening. Burned sweetgrass for our progeny.
Sweetgrass for the strength, courage, patience, creativity and powers we need.

Burned sage and sweetgrass for peace peace peace.
Peace in our 💕s.
Peace in our homes.
Peace in our towns.
Peace in our countries.
Peace on our continents.
Peace on earth as it is in heaven, peace on earth.
Amen. Shalom. Salaam. Namaste. Blessed be. Love. 💕❤️🦋

❤ becky

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brain compost

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A few truths about caring:
Caring hurts.
Caring is inconvenient.
Caring is–most times–thankless.
Caring changes things for the good.
Caring matters.
Caring is muy importante!

I went to the woods and a wise Leaf Owl stared penetratingly at my core and hooted, “Please care!”

So I was inconvenienced and sad while I picked up a giant stash of uncaring.
(Carrybag brought to me by the river and “WalMart. And thanks human!

Walking home I felt less sad.
Hmmm. Thinking about my woods and her creatures no longer attempting to eat or compost the naughty carelessmess.
I was also carrying this little poem-ishy thing:
Brain compost!

Thank you woods.
Thank you Leaf Owl.
Thank you trash.
Thank you humans visiting the woods.

Thank YOU for reading….but most of all, thank you for caring.

Take sweet care!
all my ❤

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tokens: a wordplay between writer and her words

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Dear Beautiful Humans,

This week I received another rejection letter from a revered and highly read publication, affirming again myself a rejected writer. Uh-hem, I must add rejected but NOT  DEJECTED. 🙂

I submitted a few writings this year that I’ve yet to share with you. Publications that accept unsolicited submissions typically won’t publish a piece that has appeared previously including blogs, unless of course you are … well, “published”.

Upon contemplation of my reasoning it seems this delayed sharing may be a waste of time. I mean … afterall YOU ARE THE REASON I write in the bloomin’ first place! I am not writing for acceptance, accolades, awards or approval: I write because I love people, namely YOU–dear souls who read my blog! Thank you for reading what I offer here. You are my reason. As I shared with my dear Elder, beloved friend and creative makerheart, Kate Stockman, I don’t necessarily write to be seen, but for the possibility that others may see themselves in my writing.

Tonight I offer a piece I submitted last winter. For this submission I wrote a third-person bio for myself as a “writer” which I find rather amusing to re-read. The essay or wordplay offers a glimpse of a battle in my mind about the intentional act of writing and using words to connect with people.

I hope you enJOY. I’d love to know what you think or feel.

(WordPlay between Writer and her Words)

WRITER: Words. Words. Words. How when I cherish, collect, cultivate and revise thee, do you fail me?

How is it that when my heart floods with love for humanity and we begin our collaborative dance… Words, I choose you with intention—on my guard, on my honor—and yet you Words, hurt people!

WORDS: Oh you, you of too many of me. You little torch carrier. You aspirational human lighthouse. You do not understand me: You do not understand my spectrum of meanings.

You with your dictionary, your thesaurus, and your great Google Oracle! You think you have command of me, but you forget and neglect my potency when received by hearts not your own.

You believe your own limited interpretation and experience of me allows you to manipulate and fool your readers into becoming one with you, through me!

You cannot depend on me alone. I offer only pointers to your being of this world. I do not offer our readers the actual experience. Words are tokens.

Try as you may to edit, massage, rework, manipulate me, you can never truly bring someone completely into you. It is the problem—your human dilemma—this separateness of body, mind, spirit reality.

You are stuck.

Try as you may, sometimes you might get close to such connection—yet still you are not they, she or he. You are only thee—just a writer—separate and less than equal to those who read us.

WRITER: Have you quite finished? Have run out of yourself to say?

I heard you. I hear you. I hate you! And yet still, I fight for every single one of you. You, Words that fly through my being, through my heart, my hands and now through my fingertips.

With you I fight the separation. I fight to denounce human disconnection!

You are—my dear Words—paradoxically friend and foe; miraculously my greatest tool, my art supplies, my word paints, my linguistic box of matchsticks.

You + Me = Fire.

Together we can build fire to draw similar hearts closer to us, bridging the spacial divide.

We can write forth blazing, burning wordfires to replace chills in human bones with meaning and majesty.

Together we thwart these splinters of separation with a… an… uh…  INSERT WORD of hope.


Becky J. Suzik creates, mothers, and chases serial commas in Raleigh, North Carolina and online at With hat-tips to an illness, she was awarded a complete career change in 2007 from marketing to creativity activism. She loves writing everything and aspires to one day write a profile that includes awards and books published –mentionables of her own.


❤ bjs

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the f’ing hard work of being human

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After today’s old-story news, I’m up late, thinking and writing and thought I’d share a little. Thank you for gifting your gaze and presence here. I hope you feel my insomniac-acal love:

How we live and how we treat one another–especially those we disagree with or cannot relate to–is “the work” we must do and work HARD at to create the new world we believe in. It is fu*#ing HARD work, like this fern that embedded in the human-made stone step, finding/making a way to live/thrive within the system he sprouted upon… a Rock system seemingly designed to deter Fern.

Fern is not denying the rock: Fern is nestled and sustained by the rock that for a spell of time did not offer support or cracks for Fern to grow. But look at Fern now. Look at Rock. Hmmm.

There are so many cracks around us to thrive–so many opportunities for us to serve and love people who are suffering and hurting and fearful.

Some nights I cannot sleep because of my awareness of collective human pain and fear, and my heart wanting to love upon people and contribute somehow to healing.

Like tonight.

But for now, I say good night. I pray for our entire earth and our residents, our species, this country that I live in and love so specially. And tomorrow I will love on someone and find a way to reduce someone’s suffering–if only for a fleeting moment–because that is the only thing I can somewhat control–MY presence and MY actions.

nightynight dear one xo

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