Sunday, July 30, 2006


When we are young often pain comes from having loved too hard
When we are older pain is often the result of having lived too hard

Live, Love, Laugh...Learn

Friday, July 21, 2006

...and this too my child

The Swing (Robert Louis Stevenson)

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

It is my wish that all of the worlds children (including you and me) could go back to such simple pleasures.

Genius is childhood recaptured

Monday, July 17, 2006

Démerden Zie sich

The pessimist complains about the wind;
The optimist expects it to change;
And the realist adjusts the sails.
(William Arthur Ward, "To Risk")

Dear World,
As Bette Davis says in All About Eve;
'Fasten your seat belt, it's going to be a bumpy ride.'
I believe it's time to adjust our sails;
prepare for the worst while hoping for the best.
Love and Kisses

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Techy Test

will it work I wonder?

Can it get better than brains and a sense of humour?
Make me laugh and I will love you!

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes,
and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief
that all's right with the world.

Ada Louise Huxtable

and for those few brief hours it can be - at least here in my little bubble; but in that shortwhile there is time to apply enough balm to heal the raw wounds of living...

Friday, July 14, 2006

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night

Edgar Allan Poe
I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall,
to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

Show me how you take care of business
without letting business determine who you are.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world
the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember,
and I will show you how I struggle
not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words,
holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions
has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause
before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don't say, "Yes!"
Just take my hand and dance with me.

excerpt from "The Dance" by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Thursday, July 13, 2006

It IS a nice thought...

Article 3 of the Geneva Convention

(In the case of armed conflict not of an international character occurring in the territory of one of the High Contracting Parties, each Party to the conflict shall be bound to apply, as a minimum, the following provisions:

(1) Persons taking no active part in the hostilities, including members of armed forces who have laid down their arms and those placed 'hors de combat' by sickness, wounds, detention, or any other cause, shall in all circumstances be treated humanely, without any adverse distinction founded on race, colour, religion or faith, sex, birth or wealth, or any other similar criteria. To this end, the following acts are and shall remain prohibited at any time and in any place whatsoever with respect to the above-mentioned persons:
(a) violence to life and person, in particular murder of all kinds, mutilation, cruel treatment and torture;
(b) taking of hostages;
(c) outrages upon personal dignity, in particular humiliating and degrading treatment;
(d) the passing of sentences and the carrying out of executions without previous judgment pronounced by a regularly constituted court affording all the judicial guarantees which are recognized as indispensable by civilized peoples.

(2) The wounded and sick shall be collected and cared for. An impartial humanitarian body, such as the International Committee of the Red Cross, may offer its services to the Parties to the conflict.

The Parties to the conflict should further endeavour to bring into force, by means of special agreements, all or part of the other provisions of the present Convention.

The application of the preceding provisions shall not affect the legal status of the Parties to the conflict.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Certain things catch your eye,
But pursue only those
that capture your heart.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

What will you find beyond the fire ?

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting in your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit in pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tip of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from God's presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

By Oriah Mountain Dreamer (A Native American Elder)

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

There's one sad truth in life I've found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.

poem: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
art: unknown

Monday, July 03, 2006

Meditations of Thorax:
Ignorance is nature's most abundantfuel for decision-making. Facts stifle the will, hobble conviction. It is impossible to arrive at a conclusion burdened by information. That explains why the most confident and willing judge is ignorance, why stupidity is the executioner - and why the press and the politicians pimp for both.

I find it disheartening that Cheney finds offense when newspapers print a story where in lies the truth. Cheney darlin' them terrorists ain't stupid - that you "might" be tracking their finances falls into the "DUH!" category. Too bad he wasn't offended by hunting (and shooting his friend in the face), and by cussing on television...

I am back....can you tell?