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Don't Believe The Hype Podcast - Episode 64 'Has Offspring Gone Too Far?' - Topics: Reselling and Offspring's latest box-crushing scandal, our thoughts on their community-focused approach, new releases and more. Follow the hosts on IG: Michael @mr_mbt - Kesi @kesio__ - Tobi @mrteriba #DBTHPodcast

What is going on? You Tell me Hello this, is Willie Ayers. From wake-up, castle rock wake up America. Many of you know that, Marvin Gaye.  Made the song called what is going on? Well, today, my question is, what is going on? You have BLM LBGQT so many radical groups. Did you have so many leaders important these radical groups, so my question is, what is going on? We have fake news and ongoing crimes, kids are being murdered in road rage, many different things you got people being sued because of their religion.  Or beliefs you got some politics failing to answer a simple question do they believe that if the fetus of an  17 weeks is that fetus considered a human being the answer is yes that fetus is a human being a living child, but instead of answering the question, they said I support Roe versus Wade that's fine and dandy.  However, it is still murder in an unborn child in the womb, so what is going on? You got people to retaliate against people who refuse them to get the covid-19 shot. That is a personal right. If they do not want to get a covid vaccine, you cannot force them to get a vaccine.  Are we a dictator nation? They have had more incidents of death-dealing with the flu, but nobody was forced to get the flu shot, so what is going on?  People on talk shows are now going tit-for-tat about Biden doing crazy stuff. I just do not get it; so sad is just so sorry. And yes, we have people in leadership positions that will support radical groups but wanted to downplay Christian values, but do you know that every time a person goes to court and swear under oath did, they affirmed their belief in God because when they say they are you going, and nothing but the truth so help me God, they are affirming that they believe in God.  However, you need to understand that you have people in high places trying to take God out of the equation. I do not understand it, so yes, I continue to say what is going on? So, what is going on is this is sad. We speak of slavery well there was salve of all ethnicity groups, not just blacks, but we live in a nation that only sees black and white issues. Lies murder in the streets Is fearful is crazy; it is downright redundant. Tell me how people ignore the evilness that is happening. Pure evil is going on in our world today. People, one of them downplay the fact that Jesus Lives that God is alive that God is real.  You know you got people said Well oh you cannot see God you cannot see the wind either, but you feel it, you cannot see the beams holding up a building, but you believe they are there you cannot see inside the human body with the naked eye, but you know we have organs there.  Oh yeah, I know that so many people will try to pick holes in this podcast; Jesus is my liberty.  I guess for me, and I genuinely do not believe that is an actual thing as a confirmed atheist; if so, they would not accept the money that says in God we trust on it.  But everybody believes in something, but a true atheist believes in nothing. Is it regrettable that people do not want to realize that coming soon and not to a theater but coming soon Jesus is coming back? So, what is going on? You tell me, are you willing to open your eyes and see the outraged within the streets? Are you ready to open your eyes and see if they have many unjust issues here and now? From the top-down, are you willing to open your eyes to it?  Yes, many Americans are being manipulated directly or indirectly. The American people are being used, and please do not get me wrong, we must obey elected officials, but not if they go against the word of God. So again, what is going on? So, I guess second amendment rights are under attack and the right to bear arms. So, somebody, please tell me what is going on?  Then you have people who want to jump on the bandwagon without knowing their butt from a hole in the ground. They want to jump on the bandwagon, so somebody, please tell me what is going on? Yes, we have people talking about not commenting that all life matters, but all life matters if you are in an interracial relationship. Does your better half-life matter?  But people are so busy just looking at black and white you had only ethnicity groups since the beginning of time it was not called a race. It was called ethnicity group based on their geographical location. The first thing to understand in this discussion is that there is only one race—humans. Caucasians, Africans, Asians, Indians, Arabs, and Jews are not different races. Instead, they are different ethnicities of humans. All human beings have the same physical characteristics (with minor variations, of course).  More importantly, all human beings are equally created in the image and likeness of God (Genesis 1:26-27). God loved the world so much that He sent Jesus to lay down His life for us (John 3:16). The "world" obviously includes all ethnic groups. So, somebody tells me really what is going on no people only focus on that or just black slaves that are alive you have people of Asian descent that was slave even have white slave I guess if you want to look at its reality in real life. Perhaps the Indians might have been the first slaves; the land was taken from them.  I do not know so somebody, and please tell me what is going on?  Like I must mention that a leader was asked was an unborn baby at 17 weeks was a human being. The question was avoided with the reply, I believe in Roe versus Wade. Well, the answer is yes, that unborn babies are human beings. Roe vs. wade has nothing to do with the question asked, and if you kill that baby, that's murder.  You do not believe it; look it up in Scripture says the scriptures for yourself. The Bible never specifically addresses the issue of abortion. However, numerous teachings in Scripture make it abundantly clear what God's view of abortion is. Jeremiah 1:5 tells us that God knows us before He forms us in the womb. Psalm 139:13-16 speaks of God's active role in our creation and formation in the womb. Exodus 21:22-25 prescribes the same penalty—death—for someone who causes the end of a baby in the womb as for someone who commits murder.   And then the craziness at the border we can barely take care of our people in the United States. However, yet borders are wide open, do not get me wrong, I believe in helping people do not get me wrong because that is a Christian thing to do.  However, I got to ask a question again, please, somebody tell me what is going on? should we also take care of the people here in our nation, the homeless people right here in America? I do not know. Somebody tells me really what is going on?  From my understanding, I read that the Texas border patrol found 33, yes 33 illegal immigrants packed and a U-Haul with temperatures above 100 degrees, so somebody tells me really what is going on?  I guess many of you may not realize it, but essential freedom of speech is being attacked. God gave us free will. He gave us the ability to speak, and he gave us the ability to challenge, he gave us the ability to defend the weak, he gave us the ability to protect the Widow was he gave us the ability to help those in need. He gave us the power of free speech, not man.  That is why I said that I would have somebody who will try to flip the script on this podcast, but I am a Christian first. I am a Child of God; first, I will go on God's word, not man's words.  My prayer is to be a good husband, a good dad, a good Christian leader, a good person, and to do the will of God and follow Jesus wherever he leads me. We need Jesus here now. We need God back in our nation. I do not say it one more time black was not the only slaves in this world check your history.  That is, if you choose to do so, it is up to you and me the share God's word. And I don't know about you, but I will ask God to give me the strength you continue to share his word his love  I will ask God to give me the strength to continue to pray for our leaders and our nation ask God to provide me with the power to pray for the American people, not just the American people but people of all ethnic group all over the world  I asked God to give me the strength to pray ongoing, I will ask God to let the Holy Spirit dwell upon me and within me and that's God to bless our leaders those that have hearts and stones to give them a heart of Flesh so they may understand.      In Ezekiel 11, God is addressing His people, the Israelites, promising to one day restore them to the land and a right relationship with Himself. God promises to gather the Hebrews from the nations where they had been scattered (Ezekiel 11:17) and give them a new, undivided heart (verse 19). The result of their receiving a new heart will be obedience to God's commands: "Then they will follow my decrees and be careful to keep my laws. They will be my people, and I will be their God" (verse 20). This prophecy will be fulfilled in the millennium when Jesus the Messiah rules from Zion and Israel has been restored to faith (Romans 11:26). Someone whom God has given a new heart behaves differently.  Saul is an example of this in 1 Samuel 10:1 and 9. God had chosen Saul to be the first king of Israel. Saul was a nobody, but God chose him anyway and sent the prophet Samuel to anoint him, king. "Then Samuel took a flask of olive oil and poured it on Saul's head and kissed him, saying, 'Has not the Lord anointed you ruler over his inheritance?'" Samuel made several predictions to prove to Saul that God had sent him, and verse 9 says, "As Saul turned and started to leave,  God gave him a new heart, and all Samuel's signs were fulfilled that day." The new heart God gave Saul transformed him from an average nobody to the king of Israel. Not only was his status changed, but his entire outlook was transformed by the power of God. The human heart was created to mirror God's own heart (Genesis 1:27; James 3:9). We were designed to love Him, love righteousness, and walk-in harmony with God and others (Micah 6:8). But part of God's design of the human heart is free will. That free will carries with it the opportunity to abuse it, as did Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden (Genesis 3:11).  God desires that we choose to love and serve Him. When we stubbornly refuse to follow God, our hearts, which were designed to communicate with God, are hardened. God compares rebellious hearts to stone (Zechariah 7:12).  A heart of stone finds it impossible to repent, to love God, or to please Him (Romans 8:8). The hearts of sinful humanity are so hardened that we cannot even seek God on our own (Romans 3:11), and that's why Jesus said no one could come to Him unless the Father first draws him (John 6:44). We desperately need new hearts, for we are unable on our own to soften our hard hearts. A change of heart toward God requires a supernatural transformation. Jesus called it being "born again" (John 3:3). what going on?  Many Leaders Gave In to Radicals and Gave Up on Common Sense blessings-in-Christ.

After Michael Brown Jr., an unarmed Black teen, was killed by police in Ferguson, Missouri, months of protests and calls for police reform followed. While no officer was charged in Brown's case, the city and surrounding cities like St. Louis, saw some reforms. Yamiche Alcindor examines the reforms and the trends from historical events, like the East St. Louis riots, that still haunt Missouri. PBS NewsHour is supported by - https://www.pbs.org/newshour/about/funders

Face à l'aggravation du nombre de personnes concernées par l'obésité, l'HAS a émis certaines recommandations de bonnes pratiques. “Les recommandations de bonne pratique (RBP) sont définies dans le champ de la santé comme des propositions développées méthodiquement pour aider le praticien et le patient à rechercher les soins les plus appropriés dans des circonstances cliniques données.” En tant que kinésithérapeute nous participons à la prévention de ce fléau. quelques notions simples sont à connaître et partager avec nos patients. L'article : www.kine-formations.com/manger-gras-pour-maigrir

Si de plus en plus de France se vaccinent contre le Coronavirus, les anciens malades du Covid-19 doivent patienter trois mois entre leur contamination et la vaccination. Un délai respectable pour l'HAS, qui ne préconisent qu'une seule dose pour les personnes anciennement contaminées.

Si de plus en plus de France se vaccinent contre le Coronavirus, les anciens malades du Covid-19 doivent patienter trois mois entre leur contamination et la vaccination. Un délai respectable pour l'HAS, qui ne préconisent qu'une seule dose pour les personnes anciennement contaminées.

Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton says that President Biden "and his administration has complete disdain and disregard for the law" by not enforcing immigration laws passed by Congress.

Dr Ross Crates - Post doctoral researcher of the Difficult Bird Research Group at the Australian National University, joined Sean on the show.  Listen and subscribe to Moncrieff on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts or Spotify.    Download, listen and subscribe on the Newstalk App.     You can also listen to Newstalk live on newstalk.com or on Alexa, by adding the Newstalk skill and asking: 'Alexa, play Newstalk'.

Amy Watson joins me to discuss growing up in a state of turmoil that involved trauma and neglect, meeting Jesus in a children's home, 12 years of domestic abuse, living with complex PTSD and how Jesus is the star of her story. Questions Amy and I Discuss: (4:09) The definition of turmoil is a state of great disturbance, confusion, or uncertainty and it is fitting of portions of your childhood.  Take us back and share with our listeners a little about your childhood experiences. (9:14) When you did enter the children's home,? Who came along to say no more, this ? (6:47) Tell us a little bit about the children's home, you say it was some of the best years of your life. (21:25) How did you end up attending a Christian college? (23:16) You eventually met and married a man who abused you to the point of almost taking your life.  Tell us about your relationship. CONTINUED Quotes to Remember: "I am a survivor of a lot of trauma." "I love my mom, I didn't understand why she locked us in a room. I didn't understand why we didn't get food. I didn't understand why the physical abuse happened and why she let all this stuff happen. And so from the time I was seven to 14 when I went to a children's home, the definition of my life was absolute turmoil." "I was there [children's home] for about 30 minutes....She said, 'Has anybody told you today that they love you?' And I just looked at her and said, 'No, ma'am.' She said, 'Well, I'm Mom McGowan, and I love you.'." Show Notes CONT. Related Episodes: 101: Paula LeJeune | When God’s Love and Adversity Collide 94: Mary DeMuth | Hope After Sexual Abuse 50: Rebecca Bender | Freedom From Human Trafficking  Connect with Amy Watson amywatsonauthor.com and listen to Wednesdays with Watson ----------------------------------------------- Follow Grace Enough Podcast on IG and FB and www.graceenoughpodcast.com ------------------------------------------------

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Every healthy tree bears good fruit, but the diseased tree bears bad fruit. A healthy tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a diseased tree bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Thus you will recognize them by their fruits (Matthew 7:17-20). God created trees to bear fruit according to their own kind (Genesis 1:11). He created every tree to produce good fruit. But not each one does. Sometimes the root or the trunk of the tree is so rotted that it's not able to produce fruit. Sometimes the root is diseased enough to turn even the sweetest Honey Crisp apples into Granny Smith's. But a healthy tree will bear good fruit. And Jesus calls us to be healthy trees, just as John the Baptizer did (Luke 3:9). We're called to bear the fruits of good works. Deeds done in faith that Jesus '''HAS''' saved us. Not that we're saving ourselves. Jesus has done it. He has planted us by streams of water (Psalm 1:3). He nourishes us and causes us to prosper so that His name might be glorified in our lives. Amen.

Alan Quinlan joined the lads on Monday's OTB AM to discuss a landmark win for Munster and all the other talking-points across the weekend's Heineken Champions Cup action. OTB AM is the sports breakfast show from Off The Ball – live weekday mornings from 7:30-10:00 am across the OTB channels. You can subscribe to the OTB AM podcast wherever you get your podcasts across the OTB Podcast Network. via iTunes via ">Spotify via GoLoud

Giuliani, an LA filmmaker, discusses her recent article encouraging people to vote for the Biden-Harris ticket. She says her relationship with her father "goes through ups and downs," but "I do think he's proud of me for speaking my mind."See more from Jonathan Capehart: https://www.washingtonpost.com/people/jonathan-capehart/?utm_source=podcasts&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=cape-upRead more from Washington Post Opinions: https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/?utm_source=podcasts&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=cape-up

This week on the last episode of David Alfie...Bored as we know it, David and Kent talk about watching our sexual endeavors with our mum, what we would do if we were a woman for the day, sex work, wanking down the side of the bed, how tall Dutch people are, Fake news, farting down the microphone and much more for those on instagram please follow @hasitpodcast , we've got a shiny new home and a shiny to name to match! 'Has it come to this!?' it appears so. much love David and Kent coffee/beer appreciation :- https://www.buymeacoffee.com/DavidAlfieWard

"When a resolution isn't made in a family, then aspects of trauma can show up in later generations. Unconsciously we'll repeat a pattern and will share a similar unhappiness as our parents or grandparents until that trauma finally has a chance to heal." - Mark Wolynn   Get 15% off your CURED Nutrition order with the code WELLNESSFORCE   ---> Get The Morning 21 System: A simple and powerful 21 minute system designed to give you more energy to let go of old weight and live life well.   JOIN THE FACEBOOK GROUP | *REVIEW THE PODCAST* Wellness Force Radio Episode 366 Director of The Family Constellation Institute, The Inherited Trauma Institute and The Hellinger Institute of Northern California, and Author of It Didn't Start with You, Mark Wolynn, returns to share the latest science and cutting edge research on healing generational trauma, how his Bridging Question helps people identify non-verbal trauma language, the map to find your unique core wound, and how to heal a family relationship without doing it in person.   How does inherited family trauma shape who we are?     Discover how you can cultivate awareness and embody the healing necessary to, once and for all, let go of inherited anxiety, pain, fear, and persistent mystery conditions.     ION*Biome Gut Health *Get 15% off of your ION*Biome order with the code JOSH1KS  ION*Gut Health is a gut-strengthening, brain-boosting mineral supplement sourced from 60-million-year-old soil that naturally supports microbiome balance. The active ingredient, Terrahydrite®, has been shown to support the integrity of tight junctions in the gut lining, even in the face of damage from toxins such as glyphosate. ION*Gut Health goes beyond other supplements to support your wellbeing at a foundational level. By laying that foundation with ION*Gut Health, you aren’t just supplementing; you're supporting. Keeping Your Gut Healthy It’s a critical barrier to keep strong so that a vibrant microbiome can flourish. Good health depends entirely on gut health because a lot more than digestion happens in the gut. It’s also where proper immune system function begins and the majority of our neurotransmitters, such as serotonin, are created. Say yes to ION*Gut Health and you are saying yes to optimal gut-brain connectivity and feel-good transmissions, protection from the toxins we face every day in our air, water, and food, immune function, digestive wellness, and supported gluten tolerance. *Discount code cannot be applied to subscription orders   Listen To Episode 366 As Mark Wolynn Uncovers:   [1:30] Exploring Inherited Family Trauma Mark Wolynn 311 Mark Wolynn Healing Trauma | The "INCUBATOR" Wound In Relationship It Didn't Start With You The Family Constellation Institute The Inherited Trauma Institute The Hellinger Institute of Northern California ION*Biome 302 Mark Groves 277 Christine Hassler Common examples of inherited family trauma that can be passed on for generations. The biological evidence that a traumatic event can break the heart of the family and those feelings, sensations, behaviors, and stress response can then be passed down. Carl Jung Examples of passed down inherited trauma that is expressed in physical sensations. Why our search for a quick fix or magic pill holds us back from doing the real inner work and looking at the thoughts, feelings, and beliefs we’ve inherited. The Red Book by Carl Jung   [14:30] The Bridging Question What the Bridging Question he asks is that helps people with persistent, attached trauma and why it’s a unique question for everyone. How he came up with the Bridging Question that is in his book, It Didn't Start with You, and how people can decipher their unique question to ask about their past. Why your worst fear is actually a nugget of gold as it helps distill your past and heal your body and mind. Unpacking our non-verbal trauma language that shows up in sensations, behaviors, and physical feelings that arise that reflect a situation that’s already happened in the family. How non-verbal trauma language is mirrored in our relationship struggles, who we choose, the type of relationships we have, and even how we view money and success. Why some people manifest inherited family trauma even greater than other people. Bruce Lipton Why it’s not a bad thing if we keep repeating these cycles because it’s just an invitation for us to further explore them.   [21:00] A Map To Your Unique Core Wound Diving into the map of words that he has in his book, It Didn't Start with You, to help guide you to your unique core wound. The process he went through to write the book in 9 years as he was open to receive, explore, and download this information and experience helping others heal. The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle  Why he doesn’t believe we own this information about the human consciousness but it just flows to us when we’re open to receiving it. What guidance Spirit can offer us when we suffer so that we can hold our wisdom in an authentic way like when Mark lost his eyesight. How isolation, mask-wearing, and disconnecting from other people during COVID-19 is creating repercussions of trauma that can be inherited further down the line. How similar events to COVID-19 such as the bubonic plagues, cholera epidemics, Spanish Flu, and diseases that killed Native Americans when Europeans first came to what is now the USA and how that impacted our family lines. The bigger traumas we have to consider such as when a family member dies or when somebody greatly suffers.   [28:30] Proactively Embodying Healing Now During COVID-19 Why it’s so important to use this time during COVID-19 and lockdown to do the inner work. What we can do to become more comfortable with the uncomfortable sensations in our body during the inner work process. Why what has activated our stress response is not important in the grand scheme of things; what matters is that we attend to it. Unpacking why a break in the attachment with our mother or inherited breaks is what leads to our isolation, distancing ourselves, and emotional mask-wearing. How our parents’ relationships with their mothers also affect us and our attachment with them. Exploring whether inherited trauma and what type of it depends on gender and how it’s transferred by sperm or egg. Early Life Stress in Both Mice and Men Reduces the Levels of Same Sperm miRNAs Implicated in the Transmission of Stress Induced Phenotypes Across Generations   [36:00] Reversing Inherited Family Trauma The latest research on how inherited family trauma can be reversed in mice by exposing them to positive experiences. Isabelle Mansuy - Laboratory of Neuroepigenetics at the University of Zurich Fear Of A Smell Can Be Passed Down Several Generations Halting Legacies of Trauma | Brian Dias | TEDxEmory How we as humans can also heal by exposing ourselves to positive experiences and calm our brain’s stress response. Isabel Mansuy’s research on Pakistani orphans and survivors of the Nice, France attack in 2015 during which she both found correlations in the victims' blood biomarkers with that of her lab mice. What steps we can take to bridge the gap between awareness and forgiveness. Unpacking the importance of not rejecting or excluding the members of our family even though they were alcoholics, abusive, etc. How we extract certain partners when we accept or reject specific human behaviors.   [47:00] Healing Your Relationship With A Parent Exercises you can do at home on your own to help you heal a relationship with a parent before working with them on it in real life. The importance of attunement beginning in the uterus and how to make that bond stronger throughout your life with compassion. What to do if a family member is refusing to work with you to heal your broken relationship. How we can do the work to heal the relationship without taking it so personally but looking beyond at your parent's history. What significant health issues can happen if you have a broken relationship with a parent. Inner work practices to decipher whether what you're feeling is true or how to take advice from other people. What it means to actually do the work for the right vs wrong reasons. How to feel the sensations of the inner practice both physically and viscerally instead of attaching ourselves to the outcome of the work. What he did to actually heal his own vision by healing his relationship with his mom.   [1:00:00] The Language We Create When Trauma Happens Exploring the biology and psychology of specific language used to heal trauma. How trauma language can be either verbal or even non-verbal. Why we have to think about what happened right before the trauma began to be felt to help us explore the biological and psychological impact of language. His mission to pass on his knowledge not only to his students but to the world in his book, It Didn't Start with You. Why the only way to be inclusive as a community is to include the ugly parts inside us that we've excluded. How our inhumanity towards others is a mirror of the inhumanity we have towards ourselves. The importance of letting go of our inherited family trauma to find peace and clarity on what our life purpose is along this wellness journey. Why living life well means giving ourselves the self-care of inner work. breathwork.io M21 Wellness Guide Wellness Force Community   Power Quotes From The Show   The Bridging Question   "The Bridging Question is a tool to help us get to our symptom picture, how we're suffering, and to see if it's connected in the family history. This helps us look at our worst fear and decipher if it actually comes from inherited generational trauma or not. It's a way to outline and distill down to this nugget of gold because it's one of those questions that when we get to the answer, our body starts to reverberate. If someone's greatest fear is that they will harm a child and they ask themselves the question, 'Have I ever harmed a child?', and the answer is, 'no.' Then you ask yourself the bridging question, 'Has anyone in my family ever harmed a child?' The answer to that Bridging Question and how you feel after asking yourself it will help you down the path of healing."  - Mark Wolynn     Verbal vs Nonverbal Generational Trauma Language   "The language such as that in the Bridging Question that we ask to follow and understand our family history doesn't have to be verbal. What I've discovered is there's 'verbal trauma language' and then there's 'nonverbal trauma language.' When a trauma language is verbal, that's when we say to ourselves, 'I'll be abandoned,' or 'I'll be left behind,' but when it's nonverbal, we have to look for the events in our family history. The physical, the emotional symptoms that show up after something unsettling that happens to us. We look for the fears or anxieties that strike suddenly when we reach a particular age. Often it's the same age as when something happened in the family history." - Mark Wolynn       What Anchors Generational Traumas?     "Why do these traumas repeat themselves later on in generations? It goes beyond just epigenetics. We know from embryology that when our grandmother was five months pregnant with our mother that all the eggs that our mother would ever have were already implanted in our mother's womb when she's a fetus; one of which is us. So, there's this shared biological environment and when we combine it with how a mother's emotions are chemically communicated to the fetus through the placenta, this can biochemically alter the genetic expression. There are other factors but to answer the question directly - What anchors these generational traumas? When the traumas aren't talked about, when the healing isn't complete, when the pain, grief, shame, and embarrassment is so great that people can't look at it." - Mark Wolynn     Links From Today's Show  311 Mark Wolynn Healing Trauma | The "INCUBATOR" Wound In Relationship It Didn't Start With You The Family Constellation Institute The Inherited Trauma Institute The Hellinger Institute of Northern California ION*Biome 302 Mark Groves 277 Christine Hassler Bruce Lipton The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle  Early Life Stress in Both Mice and Men Reduces the Levels of Same Sperm miRNAs Implicated in the Transmission of Stress Induced Phenotypes Across Generations Isabelle Mansuy - Laboratory of Neuroepigenetics at the University of Zurich Fear Of A Smell Can Be Passed Down Several Generations Halting Legacies of Trauma | Brian Dias | TEDxEmory Three Generations of Family History - Inherited Family Trauma Creating an Inherited Family Traumagram The Legacy of Unfinished Business It Didn't Start With You, Mark Wolynn Leave Wellness Force a review on iTunes breathwork.io M21 Wellness Guide Wellness Force Community Mark Wolynn Facebook Instagram Twitter   About Mark Wolynn Director of The Family Constellation Institute, The Inherited Trauma Institute and The Hellinger Institute of Northern California, Mark Wolynn is North America’s leader in Inherited Family Trauma. A sought-after lecturer, he leads workshops at hospitals, clinics, conferences, and teaching centers around the world. He has taught at the University of Pittsburgh, the Western Psychiatric Institute, Kripalu, The New York Open Center, The Omega Institute, The California Institute of Integral Studies. Behind It Didn't Start With You His book IT DIDN’T START WITH YOU: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are and How to End the Cycle (Viking/Penguin) is the winner of the 2016 Silver Nautilus Book Award in psychology. Mark specializes in working with depression, anxiety, obsessive thoughts, fears, panic disorders, self-injury, chronic pain, and persistent symptoms and conditions. Mark is a Summa Cum Laude graduate in English and Psychology from the University of Pittsburgh. His graduate work at the University of Pittsburgh and at the University of Arizona was also in English. Mark has published poetry in The New Yorker.   Build Immunity. Breathe Deeply. 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Both Trump and Biden talk reopening while only Trump mentions choice, a new Congressional bill would earmark 10% of federal education funding for parental options and a new study shows private school attendance reduces the odds of unplanned pregnancies and criminal convictions. Share on Social Media: #RandomAssignment Follow Us on Twitter: Bob Bowdon: @BobBowdon Corey DeAngelis: @DeAngelisCorey Music: Play Song - John Deley and the 41 Players --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/random-assignment/message

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Roving the African continent to report the bloodiest conflicts is a far cry from being a polished news anchor, sitting behind a desk. Tomi Oladipo (@Tomi_Oladipo) has shown incredible range in his career working for the BBC for 12 years in Africa before becoming a news presenter for German broadcaster DW News in Berlin. Tomi discusses the toll of continually reporting on violence and reflects back on how he feels about many of those stories now. Countries featured: Nigeria, Kenya, Germany, UK, Sudan Publications featured: BBC, DW News Tomi discusses working during coronavirus in Germany (1:30), his birth in the UK and tough times growing up in Nigeria (4:00), moving to Kenya to finish school and getting a taste of the world (10:16), working his way up as a BBC intern (17:17), returning to Nigeria and how he covered the rise of Islamic militants Boko Haram (22:30), expanding to cover conflicts all over Africa (37:26), what his work is like at DW News (40:04), missing out on Zimbabwean leader Robert Mugabe's downfall (45:05), covering the popular uprisings in Sudan that toppled the dictatorship (49:37) and finally the lightning round (53:54).   Here are links to some of the things we talked about: DW News website - https://bit.ly/3i7XBAu African Writers Series of books - https://bit.ly/2CNcxUG Tomi's story 'Has an internet blackout killed Sudan's revolution?' - https://bit.ly/2NznLhD Hazardous handshakes and other indignities in the time of Ebola - https://bit.ly/2BgeSab The Athletic's podcasts - https://bit.ly/31lzp7M A Great Day in Harlem jazz documentary - https://bit.ly/3i7XMMa Giant Steps by Kenny Mathieson - https://amzn.to/2BPzG8f The Bang Bang Club - https://amzn.to/3dLfjGU The Vulture and the Little Girl photo - https://bit.ly/2CI02JP Photo of Tomi at Nairobi attack in the NYT - https://nyti.ms/3i6PDYz   Follow us on Twitter @foreignpod or on Facebook at facebook.com/foreignpod Music: LoveChances (makaihbeats.net) by Makaih Beats From: freemusicarchive.org CC BY NC

Listener email: 'Has lockdown ended? For the past week I have seen so many house parties and gatherings on social media of people I know' Are you concerned about house parties during lockdown? Ciara hears from listeners Photo by cottonbro from Pexels Listen and subscribe to Lunchtime Live on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts and Spotify.      Download, listen and subscribe on the Newstalk App.    You can also listen to Newstalk live on newstalk.com or on Alexa, by adding the Newstalk skill and asking: 'Alexa, play Newstalk'.

As a result of the COVID-19 lockdown, street homelessness in Scotland was almost eradicated overnight through the use of hotels to accommodate people who have been rough sleeping.   In this episode, we are joined by Hugh Hill, Director of Services and Development at The Simon Community Scotland - who have been instrumental in providing support to those temporary accommodated - to discuss the lockdown and the unexpected benefits for some people living on the Scotland’s streets; how services have struggled and improved; and what happens when lockdown eases. 

Michael Steele, former chair of the Republican National Committee, discusses President Trump’s daily briefings and how Trump has treated Americans during the coronavirus pandemic. This episode contains explicit language and listener discretion is advised.

What can we do to slow down the COVID-19 updates for the weekend? You aren't ready for AJ's DA Take of the Day. When asked 'Has your routine changed?' McCall just lists her entire schedule for AJ to sort out. Why would AJ subject himself to doing more grocery shopping this weekend, and he better watch out for those tampon thieves McCall has heard about. Now is not the time for impulse buying, but it does happen for the Debate At 8. What are you going to wipe with when you run out of toilet paper? Why did McCall steal all the birthday magic? Which parking spot was the most annoying in Park Narcs?

What can we do to slow down the COVID-19 updates for the weekend? You aren't ready for AJ's DA Take of the Day. When asked 'Has your routine changed?' McCall just lists her entire schedule for AJ to sort out. Why would AJ subject himself to doing more grocery shopping this weekend, and he better watch out for those tampon thieves McCall has heard about. Now is not the time for impulse buying, but it does happen for the Debate At 8. What are you going to wipe with when you run out of toilet paper? Why did McCall steal all the birthday magic? Which parking spot was the most annoying in Park Narcs?

The Gospel of March 15th of 2020 according to Saint John Chapter 4 Verses5 to 42 - THIRD SUNDAY OF LENT."5.On the way he came to the Samaritan town called Sychar near the land that Jacob gave to his son Joseph. 6.Jacob's well was there and Jesus, tired by the journey, sat down by the well. It was about the sixth hour. 7.When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, 'Give me something to drink.' 8.His disciples had gone into the town to buy food. 9.The Samaritan woman said to him, 'You are a Jew. How is it that you ask me, a Samaritan, for something to drink?' -- Jews, of course, do not associate with Samaritans. 10.Jesus replied to her: If you only knew what God is offering and who it is that is saying to you, 'Give me something to drink,' you would have been the one to ask, and he would have given you living water. 11.'You have no bucket, sir,' she answered, 'and the well is deep: how do you get this living water? 12.Are you a greater man than our father Jacob, who gave us this well and drank from it himself with his sons and his cattle?' 13.Jesus replied: Whoever drinks this water will be thirsty again; 14.but no one who drinks the water that I shall give will ever be thirsty again: the water that I shall give will become a spring of water within, welling up for eternal life. 15.'Sir,' said the woman, 'give me some of that water, so that I may never be thirsty or come here again to draw water.' 16.'Go and call your husband,' said Jesus to her, 'and come back here.' 17.The woman answered, 'I have no husband.' Jesus said to her, 'You are right to say, "I have no husband"; 18.for although you have had five, the one you now have is not your husband. You spoke the truth there.' 19.'I see you are a prophet, sir,' said the woman. 20.'Our fathers worshipped on this mountain, though you say that Jerusalem is the place where one ought to worship.' 21.Jesus said: Believe me, woman, the hour is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. 22.You worship what you do not know; we worship what we do know; for salvation comes from the Jews. 23.But the hour is coming -- indeed is already here -- when true worshippers will worship the Father in spirit and truth: that is the kind of worshipper the Father seeks. 24.God is spirit, and those who worship must worship in spirit and truth. 25.The woman said to him, 'I know that Messiah -- that is, Christ -- is coming; and when he comes he will explain everything.' 26.Jesus said, 'That is who I am, I who speak to you.' 27.At this point his disciples returned and were surprised to find him speaking to a woman, though none of them asked, 'What do you want from her?' or, 'What are you talking to her about?' 28.The woman put down her water jar and hurried back to the town to tell the people, 29.'Come and see a man who has told me everything I have done; could this be the Christ?' 30.This brought people out of the town and they made their way towards him. 31.Meanwhile, the disciples were urging him, 'Rabbi, do have something to eat'; 32.but he said, 'I have food to eat that you do not know about.' 33.So the disciples said to one another, 'Has someone brought him food?' 34.But Jesus said: My food is to do the will of the one who sent me, and to complete his work. 35.Do you not have a saying: Four months and then the harvest? Well, I tell you, look around you, look at the fields; already they are white, ready for harvest! 36.Already the reaper is being paid his wages, already he is bringing in the grain for eternal life, so that sower and reaper can rejoice together. 37.For here the proverb holds true: one sows, another reaps; 38.I sent you to reap a harvest you have not laboured for. Others have laboured for it; and you have come into the rewards of their labour. 39.Many Samaritans of that town believed in him on the strength of the woman's words of testimony, 'He told me everything I have done.' 40.So, when the Samaritans came up to...

"Jesus answered them, 'Has it not been written in your Law, "I said, you are gods"? If he called them gods, to whom the word of God came (and the Scripture cannot be broken), do you say of Him, whom the Father sanctified and sent into the world, ‘You are blaspheming,’ because I said, ‘I am the Son of God’"? (John 10: 34-36) In this 20-Minute Bible Study, we take a closer look at an intriguing passage of scripture that some have used to promote the false teaching that humans can be equal to God. What do these verses actually mean? Tune in to find out.

MultimediaLIVE — K.O has experienced loads of ups and downs in his career, but told TshisaLIVE he's not ready to be counted out yet. The rapper's star was shining bright five or six years ago with the release of Run Jozi and his Cashtime record label and merchandise range. But after the collapse of the label, the star endured some difficult times, including suggestions that he was no longer relevant.

In this part of the John series Peter looks at our battle with shame. All of us struggle with shame, often sexual shame. So how does Jesus respond to our shame? With mercy. Jesus calls out hypocrisy, pointing out that all people sin and need forgiveness through him. And Jesus’ offer stands for all of us still, to leave our sin behind, say sorry for it, and to put our faith in Jesus – the sinless one- who does not condemn us but instead stands between us and our accusers.

Tonight we're once again unexpectedly guestless as, in the wake of the Derek Mackay scandal, we ask 'Has this SNP government run out of steam?' and 'Why can't politics be more honest about complexity?' Plus a namecheck for James McEnaney. Enjoy!

When Chris Bossola opened Blues Recycled Clothing in 1996, "all three TV stations came because they couldn't believe that we were selling vintage, used Levi's for $35. They thought it was crazy." Nearly 25 years later, what started with a 200 square foot store in Richmond, Virginia has become Need Supply, a retailer that makes most of its revenue online -- and sells much more than used jeans. On this week's Glossy Podcast, Bossola -- the multi-brand retailer's founder and CEO -- discusses Need Supply's plans for expansion, their acquisition of Totokaelo and why the DTC model is overrated.

The band of right-wing provocateurs who staged a "straight pride" parade in Boston 10 days ago were hoping to stir the pot. But they likely never imagined that the tempest they'd cause would be a judicial showdown among local officials that exposes tensions set off by last year's election of a reform-minded district attorney. Things got unruly in the streets as the straight pride marchers were met by hundreds of counter-demonstrators, but there wasn't exactly order in the court either when the cases of many of the three dozen counter-protesters who were arrested came before Boston Municipal Court Judge Richard Sinnott. Sinnott repeatedly, over the course of two days, rejected efforts by prosecutors to dismiss cases against those arrested for non-violent offenses of disorderly conduct or resisting arrest. (The DA's office said it was pursuing cases against those charged with violent crimes, including assaulting police officers.) The problem: It's not clear Sinnott is within his rights to do so, as charging decisions are generally the province of prosecutors. Susan Church, a well-known local defense lawyer, says Sinnott absolutely was out of bounds in refusing prosecutors' efforts to drop charges against a young woman she was representing on charges of disorderly conduct and resisting arrest. Church was so emphatic in that belief that she got into a testy exchange with Sinnott that ended with the Cambridge lawyer hauled out of court in handcuffs for contempt when Sinnott ordered her to stop making her argument but she persisted. "He has no leg to stand on," Church said about Sinnott's ruling on this week's Codcast. Describing her experience of being handcuffed and held for several hours in the courthouse lock-up area as "surreal," Church offered her account of what transpired in the courtroom

On today's DawgNation Daily, Brandon Adams is live from Augusta! He also recaps what D'Andre Swift and Nate McBride had to say after practice last night. Then at the 16:45 mark, Adams is joined by DawgNation reporter Mike Griffith to discuss Jake Fromm and how he's looked this spring. At the 32:30 mark, Adams provides an update on Georgia running back Zamir White.

On today's DawgNation Daily, Brandon Adams is live from Augusta! He also recaps what D'Andre Swift and Nate McBride had to say after practice last night. Then at the 16:45 mark, Adams is joined by DawgNation reporter Mike Griffith to discuss Jake Fromm and how he's looked this spring. At the 32:30 mark, Adams provides an update on Georgia running back Zamir White.

This week on Mind the Flat, Chris, Amy and Tom discuss a listner-generated topic: Generation Snowflake. There's many a question to debate over this week: 'what does it mean to be 'a snowflake'?' 'Has political correctness gone mad?' 'Are young people just far too sensitive today?' 'Have we forgotten how to just enjoy life?' Follow us on social media: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mindtheflat.podcast/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mindtheflat_podcast/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/mindtheflat_pod And you can email us at mindtheflatpodcast@gmail.com Visit www.mindtheflatpodcast.com to find out more about Mind the Flat.

Topics include Theo Epstein and Tom Rickett's answers to payroll questions at Cubs con and why there's still so much to be excited about going into Spring Training.

Islamic Folklore The Servant of God & The Beautiful Houris from Jannah Paradise The following story is narrated by Islamic scholar. Abdul-Waaḥeed ibnu Zaid. "In the past We were on a sea vessel once, when the wind suddenly became stormy, and we were forced to leave the high seas and seek refuge on an island. We were surprised to see that we were not alone on the island; there standing before us was a man who was busy worshipping. We said to him 'What are you worshipping?' And he pointed to an idol. We said, 'We don't have a person on our ship that does as you are doing' The man asked, 'Then who is it that you worship?' We said, 'We worship Allah.' He asked, 'And who is Allah?'. We said, 'He Whose Throne is in the Heavens and Whose dominion is in the heavens, the earth, and all that exists.' 'And how did you come to know that?' asked the man. 'He sent a messenger to us with clear proofs and miracles, and it was that messenger who informed us about Him.' 'And what has happened to your messenger?' 'When he finished conveying the message, Allah caused him to die,' we answered. 'Has he left you no sign?' the man asked. We said, 'He has left among us Allah's Book,'. Show it to me,' requested the man. When we showed him a copy of the Holy Qur'an, he said, 'I cannot read it,' and so we read a part of it for him. He then cried and said, 'The One Whose speech this is must not be disobeyed.' Not only did the man then accept Islam, he also diligently learned its teachings and then put what he learned into practice. When the weather calmed down and we were ready to leave the island, he asked us if he could be a passenger on our ship. We of course agreed to have him join us, and it was a good thing that he came with us, for it gave us the opportunity to teach him a number of chapters of the Qur'an. At the end of the first evening of travel, all of us crewmen got ready to go to sleep. Our new passenger said, 'O people, the Lord that you guided me to, does He sleep?' We said, '. He is the Ever Living, the One who sustains and protects all that exists. Neither slumber nor sleep overtake Him.' [From The Holy Quran Surah Al-Baqarah Chapter 2 Verse 255] He looked at us and said, 'It is indeed bad manners for a slave to sleep in the presence of his master.' With a great deal of energy and vigor, he then jumped up and began to pray; and his crying voice could be heard until the morning. When we reached a place called '‘Abaadaan [a place situated in present-day Iran], I said to my companions, 'This man is a stranger here, moreover, he is a new Muslim. We would do well to gather some money for him in order to help him out.' We gathered what we could, but when we tried to give him the money, he exclaimed, 'What is this!' We said, 'Money that you can spend on yourself.' He said, 'Subhan Allah. (How perfect Allah is)!. You have guided me to a way that you do not know yourselves. When I was living on a barren desert in the middle of the ocean, I worshipped other than Him, yet He did not allow me to go without; then how is it possible that He will make me be needy, when it is Him alone that I now worship? Indeed He is the Creator and the Provider.' He then left us and went on his way. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/jannah-firdaus-mediapro/message

his week on the pod we're back for our first show of 2019. This week we ask do Chelsea's fans have a bigger issue with racism than other clubs. We talk about some issues within the Women's game and will Poch leave Spurs?  Twitter; FootballFansPod Facebook; Football Fans Podcast  Instagram; Football Fans Podcast  Email; jordan@jjbonline.net Subscribe; AudioBoom/iTunes/Spotify Don't forget to share too. Don't forget to join us on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter and tell a mate. Find us on iTunes and please rate and comment so we can fly up the charts. Get in touch with any comments, questions or responses.  Enjoy

A year ago, Doug Jones became the first Democrat elected to the Senate from Alabama in 25 years. He discusses what the past year has been like, the Mueller investigation and Trump's fascination with tariffs.

TJ De Santis and Din Thomas returned to Between Rounds Radio for another edition of "Beatdown." On this broadcast the guys recap the Liddell-Ortiz 3 event from over the weekend. They also discuss what makes someone a hall of famer in MMA and if the UFC hall of fame should move to encompass the entire sport. Plus, De Santis and Thomas discuss the impact MMA has had on street fighting. Their answers may surprise you.

Patriots defensive back Devin McCourty gives an interview on WEEI's 'Dale and Keefe' show on October 26, 2018.

Patriots defensive lineman Patrick Mahomes addresses the media at Gillette Stadium on October 10, 2018.

We wanted to know 'Has the Council been called on you?' It's happened to Brad, Peter, Corine and Paul.Masto joined the guys to talk about the Derby, Coffee Cheaters and (ew!) Promite.Are you a terrible child? Shaun forgot his Dad's birthday and Nathan tripped over Marlene. Turns out Amira, Jaylele, and Shani aren't much better.Sam Mitchell joined the guys to talk about his new book 'Relentless'! See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Kiwi Football Coach Chris Milicich talks with D'Arcy and Goran about the Football Ferns and the drama that has unfolded around Head Coach Andreas Heraf.LISTEN TO CHRIS MILICICH TALK WITH D'ARCY AND GORAN ABOVE

Kiwi Football Coach Chris Milicich talks with D'Arcy Waldegrave about the Football Ferns and the drama that has unfolded around Head Coach Andreas Heraf.LISTEN TO CHRIS MILICICH TALK WITH D'ARCY WALDEGRAVE ABOVE

Takeaways Sell From a Place of Pain: There’s been a lot of debate lately, even on this show, about whether pain based selling still works. I’ll forever be in the pain camp as the way to go because basically, human psychology sees us trying to move away from pain more often, and with greater rigor than we do toward gain. That said, I like how Paige tied the pain concept to the greater “why.” Regardless of your opinion, digging deep enough to understand why a prospect wants to make a change will always put you in the driver's seat. Turn Chaos into Calm: Take a look at the immediate world around you. I’m talking about your daily calendar, your personal sales process, and heck even the notifications on your phone. Living in a constant state of chaos and distraction is a heavy mental burden and it’s exhausting. If you find yourself scatterbrained and never having enough time, stop what you’re doing and write down three things you can do to change your environment. Then actually do it. Make the Main Thing the Main Thing: I’m not a proponent of multitasking. In fact, I’ve read all the studies that prove that it’s actually not possible. As you look at all the things on your plate, what’s the main thing you need to get accomplished this week? What’s the main thing you have to get accomplished today? What’s the main thing you have to accomplish in the next hour? Focus on that. The rest will sort itself out. Full Notes https://www.salestuners.com/paige-drews Book Recommendations The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran Ava’s Man by Rick Bragg Sponsor Costello-What if every sales rep inherited the habits of your best rep? With Costello, they do.

The number of unauthorised family holidays in Wales has increased since fines were introduced, a review finds. Read more >> https://ift.tt/2wsHwS7

’We are bombarded with our sex-obsessed culture on a daily basis – what are the right ways to live in the midst of such a time? Simon speaks on how we grow together as both singles and marrieds in the church. We look at a passage of scripture that has been misconstrued and badly taught, but yet which contains the same practical, biblical wisdom for us today as it did for the church in Corinth.’

This week on StoryWeb, Susan Glaspell’s play Trifles. Born in 1876, Susan Glaspell was a prominent novelist, short story writer, journalist, biographer, actress, and, most notably, playwright, winning the 1931 Pulitzer Prize for Drama for her play Alison’s House. She and her husband, George Cram Cook, founded the ground-breaking Provincetown Players, widely known as the first modern American theater company. In fact, it was Glaspell who discovered dramatist Eugene O’Neill as she was searching for a new playwright to feature at the theater. Though she was a widely acclaimed author during her lifetime, with pieces in Harper’s and Ladies’ Home Journal and with books on the New York Times bestsellers list, Glaspell is little known today. She comes down to us for two related works: her one-act play Trifles, written in 1916, and a short story based on the play, “A Jury of Her Peers,” written in 1917. The play and the story were based on Margaret Hossack’s murder trial, which Glaspell covered as a young reporter for the Des Moines Daily News in her home state of Iowa. Trifles ­­– which she wrote in just ten days – is a masterful account of the way two housewives successfully unravel the mystery of another housewife’s murder of her husband. Mr. Wright has been found dead in his bedroom, strangled with a rope. His wife, Mrs. Wright, is in the kitchen, acting “queer,” according to Mr. Hale, the neighbor who initially discovers the murder. The play takes place the day after the murdered man is discovered and after his wife has been taken to jail. Three prominent men of the community – Sheriff Peters, County Attorney Henderson, and Mr. Hale – go to investigate the murder scene. Sheriff Peters and Mr. Hale bring their wives along with them, just in case they can discover any clues to the murder. It is widely assumed that Mrs. Wright killed her husband, but what is her motive? The three men are truly stumped. What would cause an ordinary housewife in a seemingly calm and tidy home to kill her husband? As the detectives are investigating the murder scene in the bedroom upstairs, Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Hale look around the kitchen and the parlor. Little by little, they begin to spy clues to Mrs. Wright’s emotional state. Erratic stitches in a piece of quilting when all the other needlework was straight, beautiful, unblemished. An empty birdcage with a broken door. A dead canary – its neck twisted – hidden in Mrs. Wright’s sewing basket in a piece of silk. The women realize without even speaking to each other that Mr. Wright had killed the bird and driven his wife to murder. And with silent, knowing looks at each other, they decide not to tell the men what they’ve discovered. For an outstanding reworking of Glaspell’s play, see Kaye Gibbons’s 1991 novel, A Cure for Dreams. Gibbons, a North Carolina writer, obviously had Trifles in mind as she depicts ##, a character who “hides” her crime in her quilting. You can learn more about the connections between Trifles and A Cure for Dreams in my first book, A Southern Weave of Women: Fiction of the Contemporary South. (Check out Chapter 6, “The Southern Wild Zone: Voices on the Margins.” My discussion of A Cure for Dreams begins on page 194, and I explore the links between Glaspell and Gibbons on pages 201-202.) Trifles also make me think of Adrienne Rich’s early poem “Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers.” The elderly Aunt Jennifer has spent her adult life being “mastered” by her husband. His ring – that is, her wedding band – weighs heavy on her hand. But that weight doesn’t stop her from creating scenes of liberation, power, and strength in her needlepoint. In her tapestry, Aunt Jennifer depicts tigers – “prancing, proud and unafraid.” There’s a story there, Rich seems to say, a sign for those who are adept enough to read it. Finally, Trifles reminds me of African American women quilters who sewed into their quilts messages about the underground railroad. The classic study of these quilts is Hidden in Plain View: A Secret Story of Quilts and the Underground Railroad. Something seemingly so simply and utilitarian as a quilt has the power to be subversive. As Alice Walker notes in her landmark essay “In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens,” women’s creativity – and the clues it provides to women’s lives – can be found everywhere if one simply knows where to look. Quilts, gardens, kitchens – “just” women’s work – can illuminate the secrets of women’s lives. One thing’s for sure: Glaspell’s work deserves more attention. Oxford University Press published Linda Ben-Zvi’s biography of Glaspell in 2005, and both Trifles and “A Jury of Her Peers” are widely anthologized and frequently taught in classrooms across the country. If you want to join me in learning more about Glaspell, visit the website of the International Susan Glaspell Society. They even offer a timeline of Glaspell’s writing of Trifles. And to learn about Glaspell’s most enduring legacy, the Provincetown Players, visit the Provincetown Playhouse website, dedicated to preserving the history of this truly revolutionary theater. Listen now as I read Susan Glaspell’s short story “A Jury of Her Peers” in its entirety.   When Martha Hale opened the storm-door and got a cut of the north wind, she ran back for her big woolen scarf. As she hurriedly wound that round her head her eye made a scandalized sweep of her kitchen. It was no ordinary thing that called her away—it was probably farther from ordinary than anything that had ever happened in Dickson County. But what her eye took in was that her kitchen was in no shape for leaving: her bread all ready for mixing, half the flour sifted and half unsifted. She hated to see things half done; but she had been at that when the team from town stopped to get Mr. Hale, and then the sheriff came running in to say his wife wished Mrs. Hale would come too—adding, with a grin, that he guessed she was getting scarey and wanted another woman along. So she had dropped everything right where it was. "Martha!" now came her husband's impatient voice. "Don't keep folks waiting out here in the cold." She again opened the storm-door, and this time joined the three men and the one woman waiting for her in the big two-seated buggy. After she had the robes tucked around her she took another look at the woman who sat beside her on the back seat. She had met Mrs. Peters the year before at the county fair, and the thing she remembered about her was that she didn't seem like a sheriff's wife. She was small and thin and didn't have a strong voice. Mrs. Gorman, sheriff's wife before Gorman went out and Peters came in, had a voice that somehow seemed to be backing up the law with every word. But if Mrs. Peters didn't look like a sheriff's wife, Peters made it up in looking like a sheriff. He was to a dot the kind of man who could get himself elected sheriff—a heavy man with a big voice, who was particularly genial with the law-abiding, as if to make it plain that he knew the difference between criminals and non-criminals. And right there it came into Mrs. Hale's mind, with a stab, that this man who was so pleasant and lively with all of them was going to the Wrights' now as a sheriff. "The country's not very pleasant this time of year," Mrs. Peters at last ventured, as if she felt they ought to be talking as well as the men. Mrs. Hale scarcely finished her reply, for they had gone up a little hill and could see the Wright place now, and seeing it did not make her feel like talking. It looked very lonesome this cold March morning. It had always been a lonesome-looking place. It was down in a hollow, and the poplar trees around it were lonesome-looking trees. The men were looking at it and talking about what had happened. The county attorney was bending to one side of the buggy, and kept looking steadily at the place as they drew up to it. "I'm glad you came with me," Mrs. Peters said nervously, as the two women were about to follow the men in through the kitchen door. Even after she had her foot on the door-step, her hand on the knob, Martha Hale had a moment of feeling she could not cross that threshold. And the reason it seemed she couldn't cross it now was simply because she hadn't crossed it before. Time and time again it had been in her mind, "I ought to go over and see Minnie Foster"—she still thought of her as Minnie Foster, though for twenty years she had been Mrs. Wright. And then there was always something to do and Minnie Foster would go from her mind. But now she could come.  The men went over to the stove. The women stood close together by the door. Young Henderson, the county attorney, turned around and said, "Come up to the fire, ladies." Mrs. Peters took a step forward, then stopped. "I'm not—cold," she said. And so the two women stood by the door, at first not even so much as looking around the kitchen. The men talked for a minute about what a good thing it was the sheriff had sent his deputy out that morning to make a fire for them, and then Sheriff Peters stepped back from the stove, unbuttoned his outer coat, and leaned his hands on the kitchen table in a way that seemed to mark the beginning of official business. "Now, Mr. Hale," he said in a sort of semi-official voice, "before we move things about, you tell Mr. Henderson just what it was you saw when you came here yesterday morning." The county attorney was looking around the kitchen. "By the way," he said, "has anything been moved?" He turned to the sheriff. "Are things just as you left them yesterday?" Peters looked from cupboard to sink; from that to a small worn rocker a little to one side of the kitchen table. "It's just the same." "Somebody should have been left here yesterday," said the county attorney. "Oh—yesterday," returned the sheriff, with a little gesture as of yesterday having been more than he could bear to think of. "When I had to send Frank to Morris Center for that man who went crazy—let me tell you, I had my hands full yesterday. I knew you could get back from Omaha by to-day, George, and as long as I went over everything here myself—" "Well, Mr. Hale," said the county attorney, in a way of letting what was past and gone go, "tell just what happened when you came here yesterday morning." Mrs. Hale, still leaning against the door, had that sinking feeling of the mother whose child is about to speak a piece. Lewis often wandered along and got things mixed up in a story. She hoped he would tell this straight and plain, and not say unnecessary things that would just make things harder for Minnie Foster. He didn't begin at once, and she noticed that he looked queer—as if standing in that kitchen and having to tell what he had seen there yesterday morning made him almost sick. "Yes, Mr. Hale?" the county attorney reminded. "Harry and I had started to town with a load of potatoes," Mrs. Hale's husband began. Harry was Mrs. Hale's oldest boy. He wasn't with them now, for the very good reason that those potatoes never got to town yesterday and he was taking them this morning, so he hadn't been home when the sheriff stopped to say he wanted Mr. Hale to come over to the Wright place and tell the county attorney his story there, where he could point it all out. With all Mrs. Hale's other emotions came the fear now that maybe Harry wasn't dressed warm enough—they hadn't any of them realized how that north wind did bite. "We come along this road," Hale was going on, with a motion of his hand to the road over which they had just come, "and as we got in sight of the house I says to Harry, 'I'm goin' to see if I can't get John Wright to take a telephone.' You see," he explained to Henderson, "unless I can get somebody to go in with me they won't come out this branch road except for a price I can't pay. I'd spoke to Wright about it once before; but he put me off, saying folks talked too much anyway, and all he asked was peace and quiet—guess you know about how much he talked himself. But I thought maybe if I went to the house and talked about it before his wife, and said all the women-folks liked the telephones, and that in this lonesome stretch of road it would be a good thing—well, I said to Harry that that was what I was going to say—though I said at the same time that I didn't know as what his wife wanted made much difference to John—" Now, there he was!—saying things he didn't need to say. Mrs. Hale tried to catch her husband's eye, but fortunately the county attorney interrupted with: "Let's talk about that a little later, Mr. Hale. I do want to talk about that, but I'm anxious now to get along to just what happened when you got here." When he began this time, it was very deliberately and carefully: "I didn't see or hear anything. I knocked at the door. And still it was all quiet inside. I knew they must be up—it was past eight o'clock. So I knocked again, louder, and I thought I heard somebody say, 'Come in.' I wasn't sure—I'm not sure yet. But I opened the door—this door," jerking a hand toward the door by which the two women stood, "and there, in that rocker"—pointing to it—"sat Mrs. Wright." Every one in the kitchen looked at the rocker. It came into Mrs. Hale's mind that that rocker didn't look in the least like Minnie Foster—the Minnie Foster of twenty years before. It was a dingy red, with wooden rungs up the back, and the middle rung was gone, and the chair sagged to one side. "How did she—look?" the county attorney was inquiring. "Well," said Hale, "she looked—queer." "How do you mean—queer?" As he asked it he took out a note-book and pencil. Mrs. Hale did not like the sight of that pencil. She kept her eye fixed on her husband, as if to keep him from saying unnecessary things that would go into that note-book and make trouble. Hale did speak guardedly, as if the pencil had affected him too. "Well, as if she didn't know what she was going to do next. And kind of—done up." "How did she seem to feel about your coming?" "Why, I don't think she minded—one way or other. She didn't pay much attention. I said, 'Ho' do, Mrs. Wright? It's cold, ain't it?' And she said, 'Is it?'—and went on pleatin' at her apron. "Well, I was surprised. She didn't ask me to come up to the stove, or to sit down, but just set there, not even lookin' at me. And so I said: 'I want to see John.' "And then she—laughed. I guess you would call it a laugh. "I thought of Harry and the team outside, so I said, a little sharp, 'Can I see John?' 'No,' says she—kind of dull like. 'Ain't he home?' says I. Then she looked at me. 'Yes,' says she, 'he's home.' 'Then why can't I see him?' I asked her, out of patience with her now. ''Cause he's dead,' says she, just as quiet and dull—and fell to pleatin' her apron. 'Dead?' says I, like you do when you can't take in what you've heard. "She just nodded her head, not getting a bit excited, but rockin' back and forth. "'Why—where is he?' says I, not knowing what to say. "She just pointed upstairs—like this"—pointing to the room above. "I got up, with the idea of going up there myself. By this time I—didn't know what to do. I walked from there to here; then I says: 'Why, what did he die of?' "'He died of a rope round his neck,' says she; and just went on pleatin' at her apron."  Hale stopped speaking, and stood staring at the rocker, as if he were still seeing the woman who had sat there the morning before. Nobody spoke; it was as if every one were seeing the woman who had sat there the morning before. "And what did you do then?" the county attorney at last broke the silence. "I went out and called Harry. I thought I might—need help. I got Harry in, and we went upstairs." His voice fell almost to a whisper. "There he was—lying over the—" "I think I'd rather have you go into that upstairs," the county attorney interrupted, "where you can point it all out. Just go on now with the rest of the story." "Well, my first thought was to get that rope off. It looked—" He stopped, his face twitching. "But Harry, he went up to him, and he said, 'No, he's dead all right, and we'd better not touch anything.' So we went downstairs. "She was still sitting that same way. 'Has anybody been notified?' I asked. 'No,' says she, unconcerned. "'Who did this, Mrs. Wright?' said Harry. He said it businesslike, and she stopped pleatin' at her apron. 'I don't know,' she says. 'You don't know?' says Harry. 'Weren't you sleepin' in the bed with him?' 'Yes,' says she, 'but I was on the inside.' 'Somebody slipped a rope round his neck and strangled him, and you didn't wake up?' says Harry. 'I didn't wake up,' she said after him. "We may have looked as if we didn't see how that could be, for after a minute she said, 'I sleep sound.' "Harry was going to ask her more questions, but I said maybe that weren't our business; maybe we ought to let her tell her story first to the coroner or the sheriff. So Harry went fast as he could over to High Road—the Rivers' place, where there's a telephone." "And what did she do when she knew you had gone for the coroner?" The attorney got his pencil in his hand all ready for writing. "She moved from that chair to this one over here"—Hale pointed to a small chair in the corner—"and just sat there with her hands held together and looking down. I got a feeling that I ought to make some conversation, so I said I had come in to see if John wanted to put in a telephone; and at that she started to laugh, and then she stopped and looked at me—scared." At sound of a moving pencil the man who was telling the story looked up. "I dunno—maybe it wasn't scared," he hastened; "I wouldn't like to say it was. Soon Harry got back, and then Dr. Lloyd came, and you, Mr. Peters, and so I guess that's all I know that you don't."   He said that last with relief, and moved a little, as if relaxing. Every one moved a little. The county attorney walked toward the stair door. "I guess we'll go upstairs first—then out to the barn and around there." He paused and looked around the kitchen. "You're convinced there was nothing important here?" he asked the sheriff. "Nothing that would—point to any motive?" The sheriff too looked all around, as if to re-convince himself. "Nothing here but kitchen things," he said, with a little laugh for the insignificance of kitchen things. The county attorney was looking at the cupboard—a peculiar, ungainly structure, half closet and half cupboard, the upper part of it being built in the wall, and the lower part just the old-fashioned kitchen cupboard. As if its queerness attracted him, he got a chair and opened the upper part and looked in. After a moment he drew his hand away sticky. "Here's a nice mess," he said resentfully. The two women had drawn nearer, and now the sheriff's wife spoke. "Oh—her fruit," she said, looking to Mrs. Hale for sympathetic understanding. She turned back to the county attorney and explained: "She worried about that when it turned so cold last night. She said the fire would go out and her jars might burst." Mrs. Peters' husband broke into a laugh. "Well, can you beat the women! Held for murder and worrying about her preserves!" The young attorney set his lips. "I guess before we're through with her she may have something more serious than preserves to worry about." "Oh, well," said Mrs. Hale's husband, with good-natured superiority, "women are used to worrying over trifles." The two women moved a little closer together. Neither of them spoke. The county attorney seemed suddenly to remember his manners—and think of his future. "And yet," said he, with the gallantry of a young politician, "for all their worries, what would we do without the ladies?" The women did not speak, did not unbend. He went to the sink and began washing his hands. He turned to wipe them on the roller towel—whirled it for a cleaner place. "Dirty towels! Not much of a housekeeper, would you say, ladies?" He kicked his foot against some dirty pans under the sink. "There's a great deal of work to be done on a farm," said Mrs. Hale stiffly. "To be sure. And yet"—with a little bow to her—"I know there are some Dickson County farm-houses that do not have such roller towels." He gave it a pull to expose its full length again. "Those towels get dirty awful quick. Men's hands aren't always as clean as they might be." "Ah, loyal to your sex, I see," he laughed. He stopped and gave her a keen look. "But you and Mrs. Wright were neighbors. I suppose you were friends, too." Martha Hale shook her head. "I've seen little enough of her of late years. I've not been in this house—it's more than a year." "And why was that? You didn't like her?" "I liked her well enough," she replied with spirit. "Farmers' wives have their hands full, Mr. Henderson. And then—" She looked around the kitchen. "Yes?" he encouraged. "It never seemed a very cheerful place," said she, more to herself than to him. "No," he agreed; "I don't think any one would call it cheerful. I shouldn't say she had the home-making instinct." "Well, I don't know as Wright had, either," she muttered. "You mean they didn't get on very well?" he was quick to ask. "No; I don't mean anything," she answered, with decision. As she turned a little away from him, she added: "But I don't think a place would be any the cheerfuler for John Wright's bein' in it." "I'd like to talk to you about that a little later, Mrs. Hale," he said. "I'm anxious to get the lay of things upstairs now." He moved toward the stair door, followed by the two men. "I suppose anything Mrs. Peters does'll be all right?" the sheriff inquired. "She was to take in some clothes for her, you know—and a few little things. We left in such a hurry yesterday." The county attorney looked at the two women whom they were leaving alone there among the kitchen things. "Yes—Mrs. Peters," he said, his glance resting on the woman who was not Mrs. Peters, the big farmer woman who stood behind the sheriff's wife. "Of course Mrs. Peters is one of us," he said, in a manner of entrusting responsibility. "And keep your eye out Mrs. Peters, for anything that might be of use. No telling; you women might come upon a clue to the motive—and that's the thing we need." Mr. Hale rubbed his face after the fashion of a show man getting ready for a pleasantry. "But would the women know a clue if they did come upon it?" he said; and, having delivered himself of this, he followed the others through the stair door.   The women stood motionless and silent, listening to the footsteps, first upon the stairs, then in the room above them. Then, as if releasing herself from something strange, Mrs. Hale began to arrange the dirty pans under the sink, which the county attorney's disdainful push of the foot had deranged. "I'd hate to have men comin' into my kitchen," she said testily—"snoopin' round and criticizin'." "Of course it's no more than their duty," said the sheriff's wife, in her manner of timid acquiescence. "Duty's all right," replied Mrs. Hale bluffly; "but I guess that deputy sheriff that come out to make the fire might have got a little of this on." She gave the roller towel a pull. "Wish I'd thought of that sooner! Seems mean to talk about her for not having things slicked up, when she had to come away in such a hurry." She looked around the kitchen. Certainly it was not "slicked up." Her eye was held by a bucket of sugar on a low shelf. The cover was off the wooden bucket, and beside it was a paper bag—half full. Mrs. Hale moved toward it. "She was putting this in there," she said to herself—slowly. She thought of the flour in her kitchen at home—half sifted, half not sifted. She had been interrupted, and had left things half done. What had interrupted Minnie Foster? Why had that work been left half done? She made a move as if to finish it,—unfinished things always bothered her,—and then she glanced around and saw that Mrs. Peters was watching her—and she didn't want Mrs. Peters to get that feeling she had got of work begun and then—for some reason—not finished. "It's a shame about her fruit," she said, and walked toward the cupboard that the county attorney had opened, and got on the chair, murmuring: "I wonder if it's all gone." It was a sorry enough looking sight, but "Here's one that's all right," she said at last. She held it toward the light. "This is cherries, too." She looked again. "I declare I believe that's the only one." With a sigh, she got down from the chair, went to the sink, and wiped off the bottle. "She'll feel awful bad, after all her hard work in the hot weather. I remember the afternoon I put up my cherries last summer." She set the bottle on the table, and, with another sigh, started to sit down in the rocker. But she did not sit down. Something kept her from sitting down in that chair. She straightened—stepped back, and, half turned away, stood looking at it, seeing the woman who had sat there "pleatin' at her apron." The thin voice of the sheriff's wife broke in upon her: "I must be getting those things from the front room closet." She opened the door into the other room, started in, stepped back. "You coming with me, Mrs. Hale?" she asked nervously. "You—you could help me get them." They were soon back—the stark coldness of that shut-up room was not a thing to linger in. "My!" said Mrs. Peters, dropping the things on the table and hurrying to the stove. Mrs. Hale stood examining the clothes the woman who was being detained in town had said she wanted. "Wright was close!" she exclaimed, holding up a shabby black skirt that bore the marks of much making over. "I think maybe that's why she kept so much to herself. I s'pose she felt she couldn't do her part; and then, you don't enjoy things when you feel shabby. She used to wear pretty clothes and be lively—when she was Minnie Foster, one of the town girls, singing in the choir. But that—oh, that was twenty years ago." With a carefulness in which there was something tender, she folded the shabby clothes and piled them at one corner of the table. She looked up at Mrs. Peters and there was something in the other woman's look that irritated her. "She don't care," she said to herself. "Much difference it makes to her whether Minnie Foster had pretty clothes when she was a girl." Then she looked again, and she wasn't so sure; in fact, she hadn't at any time been perfectly sure about Mrs. Peters. She had that shrinking manner, and yet her eyes looked as if they could see a long way into things. "This all you was to take in?" asked Mrs. Hale. "No," said the sheriff's wife; "she said she wanted an apron. Funny thing to want," she ventured in her nervous little way, "for there's not much to get you dirty in jail, goodness knows. But I suppose just to make her feel more natural. If you're used to wearing an apron—. She said they were in the bottom drawer of this cupboard. Yes—here they are. And then her little shawl that always hung on the stair door." She took the small gray shawl from behind the door leading upstairs, and stood a minute looking at it. Suddenly Mrs. Hale took a quick step toward the other woman. "Mrs. Peters!" "Yes, Mrs. Hale?" "Do you think she—did it?" A frightened look blurred the other thing in Mrs. Peters' eyes. "Oh, I don't know," she said, in a voice that seemed to shrink away from the subject. "Well, I don't think she did," affirmed Mrs. Hale stoutly. "Asking for an apron, and her little shawl. Worryin' about her fruit." "Mr. Peters says—." Footsteps were heard in the room above; she stopped, looked up, then went on in a lowered voice: "Mr. Peters says—it looks bad for her. Mr. Henderson is awful sarcastic in a speech, and he's going to make fun of her saying she didn't—wake up." For a moment Mrs. Hale had no answer. Then, "Well, I guess John Wright didn't wake up—when they was slippin' that rope under his neck," she muttered. "No, it's strange," breathed Mrs. Peters. "They think it was such a—funny way to kill a man." She began to laugh; at sound of the laugh, abruptly stopped. "That's just what Mr. Hale said," said Mrs. Hale, in a resolutely natural voice. "There was a gun in the house. He says that's what he can't understand." "Mr. Henderson said, coming out, that what was needed for the case was a motive. Something to show anger—or sudden feeling." "Well, I don't see any signs of anger around here," said Mrs. Hale. "I don't—" She stopped. It was as if her mind tripped on something. Her eye was caught by a dish-towel in the middle of the kitchen table. Slowly she moved toward the table. One half of it was wiped clean, the other half messy. Her eyes made a slow, almost unwilling turn to the bucket of sugar and the half empty bag beside it. Things begun—and not finished. After a moment she stepped back, and said, in that manner of releasing herself: "Wonder how they're finding things upstairs? I hope she had it a little more red up up there. You know,"—she paused, and feeling gathered,—"it seems kind of sneaking: locking her up in town and coming out here to get her own house to turn against her!" "But, Mrs. Hale," said the sheriff's wife, "the law is the law." "I s'pose 'tis," answered Mrs. Hale shortly. She turned to the stove, saying something about that fire not being much to brag of. She worked with it a minute, and when she straightened up she said aggressively: "The law is the law—and a bad stove is a bad stove. How'd you like to cook on this?"—pointing with the poker to the broken lining. She opened the oven door and started to express her opinion of the oven; but she was swept into her own thoughts, thinking of what it would mean, year after year, to have that stove to wrestle with. The thought of Minnie Foster trying to bake in that oven—and the thought of her never going over to see Minnie Foster—. She was startled by hearing Mrs. Peters say: "A person gets discouraged—and loses heart." The sheriff's wife had looked from the stove to the sink—to the pail of water which had been carried in from outside. The two women stood there silent, above them the footsteps of the men who were looking for evidence against the woman who had worked in that kitchen. That look of seeing into things, of seeing through a thing to something else, was in the eyes of the sheriff's wife now. When Mrs. Hale next spoke to her, it was gently: "Better loosen up your things, Mrs. Peters. We'll not feel them when we go out." Mrs. Peters went to the back of the room to hang up the fur tippet she was wearing. A moment later she exclaimed, "Why, she was piecing a quilt," and held up a large sewing basket piled high with quilt pieces. Mrs. Hale spread some of the blocks out on the table. "It's log-cabin pattern," she said, putting several of them together. "Pretty, isn't it?" They were so engaged with the quilt that they did not hear the footsteps on the stairs. Just as the stair door opened Mrs. Hale was saying: "Do you suppose she was going to quilt it or just knot it?" The sheriff threw up his hands. "They wonder whether she was going to quilt it or just knot it!" There was a laugh for the ways of women, a warming of hands over the stove, and then the county attorney said briskly: "Well, let's go right out to the barn and get that cleared up." "I don't see as there's anything so strange," Mrs. Hale said resentfully, after the outside door had closed on the three men—"our taking up our time with little things while we're waiting for them to get the evidence. I don't see as it's anything to laugh about." "Of course they've got awful important things on their minds," said the sheriff's wife apologetically. They returned to an inspection of the block for the quilt. Mrs. Hale was looking at the fine, even sewing, and preoccupied with thoughts of the woman who had done that sewing, when she heard the sheriff's wife say, in a queer tone: "Why, look at this one." She turned to take the block held out to her. "The sewing," said Mrs. Peters, in a troubled way. "All the rest of them have been so nice and even—but—this one. Why, it looks as if she didn't know what she was about!" Their eyes met—something flashed to life, passed between them; then, as if with an effort, they seemed to pull away from each other. A moment Mrs. Hale sat her hands folded over that sewing which was so unlike all the rest of the sewing. Then she had pulled a knot and drawn the threads. "Oh, what are you doing, Mrs. Hale?" asked the sheriff's wife, startled. "Just pulling out a stitch or two that's not sewed very good," said Mrs. Hale mildly. "I don't think we ought to touch things," Mrs. Peters said, a little helplessly. "I'll just finish up this end," answered Mrs. Hale, still in that mild, matter-of-fact fashion. She threaded a needle and started to replace bad sewing with good. For a little while she sewed in silence. Then, in that thin, timid voice, she heard: "Mrs. Hale!" "Yes, Mrs. Peters?" "What do you suppose she was so—nervous about?" "Oh, I don't know," said Mrs. Hale, as if dismissing a thing not important enough to spend much time on. "I don't know as she was—nervous. I sew awful queer sometimes when I'm just tired." She cut a thread, and out of the corner of her eye looked up at Mrs. Peters. The small, lean face of the sheriff's wife seemed to have tightened up. Her eyes had that look of peering into something. But next moment she moved, and said in her thin, indecisive way: "Well, I must get those clothes wrapped. They may be through sooner than we think. I wonder where I could find a piece of paper—and string." "In that cupboard, maybe," suggested Mrs. Hale, after a glance around. One piece of the crazy sewing remained unripped. Mrs. Peters' back turned, Martha Hale now scrutinized that piece, compared it with the dainty, accurate sewing of the other blocks. The difference was startling. Holding this block made her feel queer, as if the distracted thoughts of the woman who had perhaps turned to it to try and quiet herself were communicating themselves to her. Mrs. Peters' voice roused her. "Here's a bird-cage," she said. "Did she have a bird, Mrs. Hale?" "Why, I don't know whether she did or not." She turned to look at the cage Mrs. Peter was holding up. "I've not been here in so long." She sighed. "There was a man round last year selling canaries cheap—but I don't know as she took one. Maybe she did. She used to sing real pretty herself." Mrs. Peters looked around the kitchen. "Seems kind of funny to think of a bird here." She half laughed—an attempt to put up a barrier. "But she must have had one—or why would she have a cage? I wonder what happened to it." "I suppose maybe the cat got it," suggested Mrs. Hale, resuming her sewing. "No; she didn't have a cat. She's got that feeling some people have about cats—being afraid of them. When they brought her to our house yesterday, my cat got in the room, and she was real upset and asked me to take it out." "My sister Bessie was like that," laughed Mrs. Hale. The sheriff's wife did not reply. The silence made Mrs. Hale turn round. Mrs. Peters was examining the bird-cage. "Look at this door," she said slowly. "It's broke. One hinge has been pulled apart." Mrs. Hale came nearer. "Looks as if some one must have been—rough with it." Again their eyes met—startled, questioning, apprehensive. For a moment neither spoke nor stirred. Then Mrs. Hale, turning away, said brusquely: "If they're going to find any evidence, I wish they'd be about it. I don't like this place." "But I'm awful glad you came with me, Mrs. Hale," Mrs. Peters put the bird-cage on the table and sat down. "It would be lonesome for me—sitting here alone." "Yes, it would, wouldn't it?" agreed Mrs. Hale, a certain determined naturalness in her voice. She had picked up the sewing, but now it dropped in her lap, and she murmured in a different voice: "But I tell you what I do wish, Mrs. Peters. I wish I had come over sometimes when she was here. I wish—I had." "But of course you were awful busy, Mrs. Hale. Your house—and your children." "I could've come," retorted Mrs. Hale shortly. "I stayed away because it weren't cheerful—and that's why I ought to have come. I"—she looked around—"I've never liked this place. Maybe because it's down in a hollow and you don't see the road. I don't know what it is, but it's a lonesome place, and always was. I wish I had come over to see Minnie Foster sometimes. I can see now—" She did not put it into words. "Well, you mustn't reproach yourself," counseled Mrs. Peters. "Somehow, we just don't see how it is with other folks till—something comes up." "Not having children makes less work," mused Mrs. Hale, after a silence, "but it makes a quiet house—and Wright out to work all day—and no company when he did come in. Did you know John Wright, Mrs. Peters?" "Not to know him. I've seen him in town. They say he was a good man." "Yes—good," conceded John Wright's neighbor grimly. "He didn't drink, and kept his word as well as most, I guess, and paid his debts. But he was a hard man, Mrs. Peters. Just to pass the time of day with him—." She stopped, shivered a little. "Like a raw wind that gets to the bone." Her eye fell upon the cage on the table before her, and she added, almost bitterly: "I should think she would've wanted a bird!" Suddenly she leaned forward, looking intently at the cage. "But what do you s'pose went wrong with it?" "I don't know," returned Mrs. Peters; "unless it got sick and died." But after she said it she reached over and swung the broken door. Both women watched it as if somehow held by it. "You didn't know—her?" Mrs. Hale asked, a gentler note in her voice. "Not till they brought her yesterday," said the sheriff's wife. "She—come to think of it, she was kind of like a bird herself. Real sweet and pretty, but kind of timid and—fluttery. How—she—did—change." That held her for a long time. Finally, as if struck with a happy thought and relieved to get back to every-day things, she exclaimed: "Tell you what, Mrs. Peters, why don't you take the quilt in with you? It might take up her mind." "Why, I think that's a real nice idea, Mrs. Hale," agreed the sheriff's wife, as if she too were glad to come into the atmosphere of a simple kindness. "There couldn't possibly be any objection to that, could there? Now, just what will I take? I wonder if her patches are in here—and her things." They turned to the sewing basket. "Here's some red," said Mrs. Hale, bringing out a roll of cloth. Underneath that was a box. "Here, maybe her scissors are in here—and her things." She held it up. "What a pretty box! I'll warrant that was something she had a long time ago—when she was a girl." She held it in her hand a moment; then, with a little sigh, opened it. Instantly her hand went to her nose. "Why—!" Mrs. Peters drew nearer—then turned away. "There's something wrapped up in this piece of silk," faltered Mrs. Hale. "This isn't her scissors," said Mrs. Peters, in a shrinking voice. Her hand not steady, Mrs. Hale raised the piece of silk. "Oh, Mrs. Peters!" she cried. "It's—" Mrs. Peters bent closer. "It's the bird," she whispered. "But, Mrs. Peters!" cried Mrs. Hale. "Look at it! Its neck—look at its neck! It's all—other side to." She held the box away from her. The sheriff's wife again bent closer. "Somebody wrung its neck," said she, in a voice that was slow and deep. And then again the eyes of the two women met—this time clung together in a look of dawning comprehension, of growing horror. Mrs. Peters looked from the dead bird to the broken door of the cage. Again their eyes met. And just then there was a sound at the outside door. Mrs. Hale slipped the box under the quilt pieces in the basket, and sank into the chair before it. Mrs. Peters stood holding to the table. The county attorney and the sheriff came in from outside. "Well, ladies," said the county attorney, as one turning from serious things to little pleasantries, "have you decided whether she was going to quilt it or knot it?" "We think," began the sheriff's wife in a flurried voice, "that she was going to—knot it." He was too preoccupied to notice the change that came in her voice on that last. "Well, that's very interesting, I'm sure," he said tolerantly. He caught sight of the bird-cage. "Has the bird flown?" "We think the cat got it," said Mrs. Hale in a voice curiously even. He was walking up and down, as if thinking something out. "Is there a cat?" he asked absently. Mrs. Hale shot a look up at the sheriff's wife. "Well, not now," said Mrs. Peters. "They're superstitious, you know; they leave." She sank into her chair. The county attorney did not heed her. "No sign at all of any one having come in from the outside," he said to Peters, in the manner of continuing an interrupted conversation. "Their own rope. Now let's go upstairs again and go over it, piece by piece. It would have to have been some one who knew just the—" The stair door closed behind them and their voices were lost. The two women sat motionless, not looking at each other, but as if peering into something and at the same time holding back. When they spoke now it was as if they were afraid of what they were saying, but as if they could not help saying it. "She liked the bird," said Martha Hale, low and slowly. "She was going to bury it in that pretty box." "When I was a girl," said Mrs. Peters, under her breath, "my kitten—there was a boy took a hatchet, and before my eyes—before I could get there—" She covered her face an instant. "If they hadn't held me back I would have"—she caught herself, looked upstairs where footsteps were heard, and finished weakly—"hurt him." Then they sat without speaking or moving. "I wonder how it would seem," Mrs. Hale at last began, as if feeling her way over strange ground—"never to have had any children around?" Her eyes made a slow sweep of the kitchen, as if seeing what that kitchen had meant through all the years. "No, Wright wouldn't like the bird," she said after that—"a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that too." Her voice tightened. Mrs. Peters moved uneasily. "Of course we don't know who killed the bird." "I knew John Wright," was Mrs. Hale's answer. "It was an awful thing was done in this house that night, Mrs. Hale," said the sheriff's wife. "Killing a man while he slept—slipping a thing round his neck that choked the life out of him." Mrs. Hale's hand went out to the bird-cage. "His neck. Choked the life out of him." "We don't know who killed him," whispered Mrs. Peters wildly. "We don't know." Mrs. Hale had not moved. "If there had been years and years of—nothing, then a bird to sing to you, it would be awful—still—after the bird was still." It was as if something within her not herself had spoken, and it found in Mrs. Peters something she did not know as herself. "I know what stillness is," she said, in a queer, monotonous voice. "When we homesteaded in Dakota, and my first baby died—after he was two years old—and me with no other then—" Mrs. Hale stirred. "How soon do you suppose they'll be through looking for the evidence?" "I know what stillness is," repeated Mrs. Peters, in just that same way. Then she too pulled back. "The law has got to punish crime, Mrs. Hale," she said in her tight little way. "I wish you'd seen Minnie Foster," was the answer, "when she wore a white dress with blue ribbons, and stood up there in the choir and sang." The picture of that girl, the fact that she had lived neighbor to that girl for twenty years, and had let her die for lack of life, was suddenly more than she could bear. "Oh, I wish I'd come over here once in a while!" she cried. "That was a crime! That was a crime! Who's going to punish that?" "We mustn't take on," said Mrs. Peters, with a frightened look toward the stairs. "I might 'a' known she needed help! I tell you, it's queer, Mrs. Peters. We live close together, and we live far apart. We all go through the same things—it's all just a different kind of the same thing! If it weren't—why do you and I understand? Why do we know—what we know this minute?" She dashed her hand across her eyes. Then, seeing the jar of fruit on the table, she reached for it and choked out: "If I was you I wouldn't tell her her fruit was gone! Tell her it ain't. Tell her it's all right—all of it. Here—take this in to prove it to her! She—she may never know whether it was broke or not." She turned away. Mrs. Peters reached out for the bottle of fruit as if she were glad to take it—as if touching a familiar thing, having something to do, could keep her from something else. She got up, looked about for something to wrap the fruit in, took a petticoat from the pile of clothes she had brought from the front room, and nervously started winding that round the bottle. "My!" she began, in a high, false voice, "it's a good thing the men couldn't hear us! Getting all stirred up over a little thing like a—dead canary." She hurried over that. "As if that could have anything to do with—with—My, wouldn't they laugh?" Footsteps were heard on the stairs. "Maybe they would," muttered Mrs. Hale—"maybe they wouldn't." "No, Peters," said the county attorney incisively; "it's all perfectly clear, except the reason for doing it. But you know juries when it comes to women. If there was some definite thing—something to show. Something to make a story about. A thing that would connect up with this clumsy way of doing it." In a covert way Mrs. Hale looked at Mrs. Peters. Mrs. Peters was looking at her. Quickly they looked away from each other. The outer door opened and Mr. Hale came in. "I've got the team round now," he said. "Pretty cold out there." "I'm going to stay here awhile by myself," the county attorney suddenly announced. "You can send Frank out for me, can't you?" he asked the sheriff. "I want to go over everything. I'm not satisfied we can't do better." Again, for one brief moment, the two women's eyes found one another. The sheriff came up to the table. "Did you want to see what Mrs. Peters was going to take in?" The county attorney picked up the apron. He laughed. "Oh, I guess they're not very dangerous things the ladies have picked out." Mrs. Hale's hand was on the sewing basket in which the box was concealed. She felt that she ought to take her hand off the basket. She did not seem able to. He picked up one of the quilt blocks which she had piled on to cover the box. Her eyes felt like fire. She had a feeling that if he took up the basket she would snatch it from him. But he did not take it up. With another little laugh, he turned away, saying: "No; Mrs. Peters doesn't need supervising. For that matter, a sheriff's wife is married to the law. Ever think of it that way, Mrs. Peters?" Mrs. Peters was standing beside the table. Mrs. Hale shot a look up at her; but she could not see her face. Mrs. Peters had turned away. When she spoke, her voice was muffled. "Not—just that way," she said. "Married to the law!" chuckled Mrs. Peters' husband. He moved toward the door into the front room, and said to the county attorney: "I just want you to come in here a minute, George. We ought to take a look at these windows." "Oh—windows," said the county attorney scoffingly. "We'll be right out, Mr. Hale," said the sheriff to the farmer, who was still waiting by the door. Hale went to look after the horses. The sheriff followed the county attorney into the other room. Again—for one final moment—the two women were alone in that kitchen. Martha Hale sprang up, her hands tight together, looking at that other woman, with whom it rested. At first she could not see her eyes, for the sheriff's wife had not turned back since she turned away at that suggestion of being married to the law. But now Mrs. Hale made her turn back. Her eyes made her turn back. Slowly, unwillingly, Mrs. Peters turned her head until her eyes met the eyes of the other woman. There was a moment when they held each other in a steady, burning look in which there was no evasion nor flinching. Then Martha Hale's eyes pointed the way to the basket in which was hidden the thing that would make certain the conviction of the other woman—that woman who was not there and yet who had been there with them all through that hour. For a moment Mrs. Peters did not move. And then she did it. With a rush forward, she threw back the quilt pieces, got the box, tried to put it in her handbag. It was too big. Desperately she opened it, started to take the bird out. But there she broke—she could not touch the bird. She stood there helpless, foolish. There was the sound of a knob turning in the inner door. Martha Hale snatched the box from the sheriff's wife, and got it in the pocket of her big coat just as the sheriff and the county attorney came back into the kitchen. "Well, Henry," said the county attorney facetiously, "at least we found out that she was not going to quilt it. She was going to—what is it you call it, ladies?" Mrs. Hale's hand was against the pocket of her coat. "We call it—knot it, Mr. Henderson."    

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