Even more of Majnun...

Every breeze that blows, brings your scent to me; Every bird that sings, calls out your name to me; Every dream that appears, brings your face to me; Every glance at your face, has left its trace with me. I am yours, I am yours, whether near or far; Your grief is mine, all mine, wherever you are. (103)

Hunting and Gathering

Some one enlightened me on...some...thing....

We...as in humans.... were hunters and gatherers for millions of years. A long time to adapt to that way of life.
So if I'm ever unhappy with the way life is going right now.... I just have to think. It's only been in the last several hundred years that we've moved on to be agriculture-ists to industrial to post industrial...and now.... whatever you call this 21st century living. A relatively short time for us to evolve and adapt.
Our hunting and gathering days required maybe 3-4 hours of healthy work a day. And we lived with nature, and a part of the earth, and none of this toxic stuff filling our lungs and stomachs these days.

So of course, there's a reason why I have trouble adjusting to the unnatural demands of the 21st century.

okay, it's just a theory....

:P or an excuse.






"I am dying from the treatment of too many physicians." --Alexander the Great

Reminder #10

Truth without love is not truthful. Love without truth is not loving.

Inclusive

I didn't speak until I was 2 years old, and my first words were "Evan, stop that right now!" Obviously, I could speak, but I chose to stay silent and have my brother talk for me most of the time from 1 to 5. I grunt, he says, "Jules is hungry" "Jules needs water" "Jules wants this..."

As I grew, I'd talk a bit more, but still lived in my own world, doing strange things, that made sense in my head, but not to anyone else. Eventually, when I wanted/needed to tell my mother about something... I'd write her a letter. Too hard to express myself through speaking. Either that, or... I might break down and cry in front of her. Can't have that.

And in the past few years...I've found myself clinging to one person, and pouring my soul out. Trying to open myself up to the world. Being visibly vulnerable. Some times I dont like what I find, and some times it's liberating.

People used to say that my closing myself to the world...was just who I am.

But now people can say that I just open myself in my own ways, art, music, writing, (clinging to one person :p ). And what I can say, is that I'm still experimenting. I've got one life to live, and I want to explore.

Some people, they open up for the purpose of helping someone else. Some open up with the thought that they can manipulate someone into being a better person. But that is not what it is about. Opening yourself up to others is for your benefit. And through doing this for yourself, it will benefit others as well.

"An open heart is fierce"

Even more of Laila...

Meanwhile, Layla holds their love quietly so none will know
she lived between the water of her tears and the fire of her love . . .
Yet her lover's voice reached her. Was he not a poet? No tent curtain was woven so closely as to keep out his poems. Every child from the bazaar was singing his verses; every passer-by was humming one of his love-songs, bringing Layla a message from her beloved . . . -- p. 40

Refusing suitors, she writes answers to his poems and casts them to the wind.
It happened often that someone found one of these little papers, and guessed the hidden meaning, realizing for whom they were intended. Sometimes he would go to Majnun hoping to hear, as a reward, some of the poems which had become so popular. . . .
Thus many a melody passed to and fro between the two nightingales, drunk with their passion. -- p. 41

40

Happy new year world!

I haven't really felt the excitement in any holiday this year.. especially thanksgiving, christmas, and new years. Not sure why... preoccupied maybe?

Anyway, yesterday was a great day. A friend of mine turned 40...and we went all out to make the day, and night, hers. She got some glamour shots done, and I didn't realize how much fun I'd have just watching her. She really was beautiful.

And after that she got herself a "build-a-bear". It's one of the best things I've ever heard of :D You pick out a skin, then you go and fill it with stuffing, and pick out a little heart, kiss it and make a wish and stick it inside. Then you sew it back up and go pick out clothes and/or accesories for it. After all of it, you get a birth certificate with the name! Why haven't I done this yet??

We then got her some new pajamas and had a slumber party. Really, only 4 showed up... but it was fun anyway. We had all this stuff planned for the night until midnight, but none of it happened... really, we did almost nothing :)

Anyway, the point is. The woman is turning 40! I dont know how it is in the rest of the world, but generally here in the US, everyone dreads the "big 4- 0". My aunt cried the whole week leading up to it! Why?? What's wrong with 40? My friend... she was so excited and looking forward to it. Because she's so confident in herself, she looked gorgeous and felt fabulous, and 40 meant something wonderful rather than horrible.

Well, it was just an inspiration...

Guilt or Remorse

Guilt or is it remorse? or what is the difference if there is any at all?
One thing for sure is that if you don't ever feel any, then you're a psychopath.

I've been thinking about the difference between the two and how to deal with it as well.
I think the difference is that with guilt, you're a bad person doing a bad thing. Remorse comes from a good person who did a bad thing. Someone told me once that I just need to look inside and figure out whether I am the good person or the bad person. But of course... everyone's the good person (at least, I'd like to think that under all the bad, there's some good...).
And anyway, what do we call that unnecessary guilt? The kind that some feel so deeply but can't step far enough away to see that there's no sense in it? Or that diffused kind that we just throw around "i'm sorry's" every which way for?

So, how do I/we/s/he make it go awaaaayyy...???
Well, there is one way. It seems as though it would be obvious, but we dont think of it because we're trained to suck it in, be a man, get over it (which leaves us with a couple generations plagued with ulcers).
Anger.
Guilt is directed inside of us, while anger lashes out. Whether it's in a relationship (what could I have done better) or some unnecessary guilt.... As soon as you feel anger about it, the guilt disappears and you can't even see why you'd ever have felt it was your fault. Don't be afraid of feeling anger. After that, no one can be angry forever. Even though anger can be so passionate... I believe it's a weaker emotion as compared to guilt, easily disposed of.

So, transformation. Transform guilt into anger, and anger into joy.

I'm not a big fan of anger, but it's something I could bear if it meant getting away from guilt. And as for escaping the remorse and guilt you deserve to feel....Well, really, the only way to leave it in the past and move on is through forgiveness. Forgiveness from the hurt, the victims...which most definitely includes yourself.



"Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death." --Coco Chanel

Reminder #9

The first step to loving yourself is forgiving yourself.

How to capture joy...

I've come to the conclusion that only I can make myself happy...So I've found 4 things to consider when searching for (and holding on to that) joy...

Here they are...

First, is your Body. Take care of your body and be aware of what is and is not normal for it. Be aware of its functions and keep it balanced. Simple as that.

And that leads right into the second thing... Present. Be fully aware of the present. No regretting, no worrying about the future. Think about the present only...well you can't really think about it, but you can think about the second after...close enough. It reminds me of a movie I saw a while back, can't remember what it was. Anyway, There was a part the girl asked the guy how he knows all these things about her, if he can read her mind or something. He just said he listens and pays attention... and notices. That's all. Just enjoy the present. Enjoy the smells and the sounds you hear. Be aware of the things you're feeling and your body is doing...breathing, your heart beating. Listen. Notice.

The third thing is... RELAX. Just relax... It's simple really. Simple and common sense. BREATHE. Why be so tense? Even when something is upsetting, just breathe. I heard someone say once that anxiety is just excitement without oxygen. So true :)

And the last thing... of course is.....Smile. I've found if you can make yourself smile... negativity just melts away. Smile and laugh. It works wonders.

After all this.... there's joy.

I just have to remember that Joy is formless. I can't hold onto it, try as i might. Holding on to physical things trying to make them make you happy is just a mess. Counterfeit joy equals mild hysteria. So the bad thing about joy is that you can't hold on to it, but one of the best things about it is that... it can arise anywhere.

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present" -- ...okay, so i heard it on kung fu panda.... :p

Shinto solstice...

...They were all cast into darkness and confusion. Their Sun Goddess, Amaterasu, had been driven out of the sky into a cave by her mischievous brother. All of the sky gods and goddesses went to the cave trying to lure her out. The waved their scarves and sang,

Amaterasu, bearer of light.

We stub our toes, we bump our nose

in this gloomy night.

Amaterasu, bearer of light.

Enlighten us, please brighten us

with your lovely sight.

But it didn't work.

Maybe she couldn't hear them?

So all the earth gods and goddesses came to help. They beat the earth like drums and sang with the others...

Amaterasu, bearer of light.
We stub our toes, we bump our nose
in this gloomy night.
Amaterasu, bearer of light.
Enlighten us, please brighten us
with your lovely sight.

But it didn't work.

Maybe she STILL couldn't hear them.

So all of the water gods and goddesses came to help. They danced and twirled and sang along with the others....

Amaterasu, bearer of light.

We stub our toes, we bump our nose

in this gloomy night.

Amaterasu, bearer of light.

Enlighten us, please brighten us

with your lovely sight.

Finally, Amaterasu heard. She wondered what all this celebrating out side was and peeked out of her cave. She saw the singing and dancing and drumming and joy... and flew all the way back into the sky...

Amaterasu, bearer of light.
Enlighten us, please brighten us
with your lovely sight.

(song lyrics, original by Doug Kraft of UUSS)

Reminder #8

How can I build on what I already started?

Advent inspirations

I was thinking about patience and waiting a lot lately. Wondering what I'm waiting for... how long do I have to wait? Wait wait wait. I'm bored of waiting... how much longer?

But then I realized.... Waiting is not passive.

Why do I think that because I'm waiting, it's okay to do nothing else? There is absolutely no reason why I shouldn't be doing, acting, moving, as a part of waiting. Because that's what it is... It is intertwined with waiting.

Waiting is definitely not passive.


"All human wisdom is summed up in two words - Wait and Hope." --Alexandre Dumas

Laila and majnun again

Majnun knocked on Leyla's door.
"Who's there?"
"It is I."
"Go away. There is no room here for you and I."
Majnun retreated to the forest, meditated for a long time, and then returned.
"Who is it?"
"It is you."
The door opened.

The magic of listening

Our waitress' hair flipped through the air as she whirled off to serve another impatient customer. My mother gasped and asked if Web and I had seen "that".
"What?"
The girl had tattoos behind each of her ears... little hearts or something, couldn't quite make it out. Mama touched her right ear and tears started welling up in her eyes... then tears started spilling out of mine. Webba, of course, had to ask what the fuss was about.

The crazy fluctuation of hormones during my mother's pregnancy with me, caused the oteosclerosis disorder that she has to manifest itself. This caused her to lose hearing in the ear... but she could still hear through her skull. Obviously, not well though. The disorder unbeknownst to them, people became intimidated because of her peircing blue eyes, staring so intently at their lips while they talked. Over the years, it depressed her and ultimately lead to a lot of sorrow for various reasons. Of course, I've always connected myself to the cause, even though I know it could've happened at puberty or menopause or even her prgnancy with my brother.

It was only a couple years ago that she finally got the money to have the surgery done to correct this disorder as much as possible (a short term relief and not perfect, but better than hearing through your skull). Even though there are tones that she'll never hear again, it changed her life completely. She became herself. No longer listening through the vibrations of the wooden dance floor, she can appreciate the music she loved so much more in such a different way.

Webba started to cry. We cried because my mother finally found what she was looking for. The thing that changed her life.... The thing that meant enough to her to make it permanently known to the world. That bone behind her ear... is the only way she could hear anything for some 13 years. Immediately I began sketching an intricate design involving a treble clef and a B flat.




"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained."
—Samuel Langhorne Clemens

Handfasting

I have decided that I want this one day. It's a beautiful ceremony, and has been around for ages and ages. The tradition is to have the handfasting each year on your anniversary, as that is the "expiration date" (but it's not exactly necessary). It's renewed each year assuming that you both wish to hold on to the relationship and turns out sort of as a reassurance to eachother every year, or if you've had rough times, a good time to start over. I've only just now got my hands on how the vows generally go...A friend of my mom's just had hers. A peppermint red and white one. Reading them is almost as good as witnessing it.

"Know now before you go further, that since your lives have crossed in this life you have formed ties between each other. As you seek to enter this state of matrimony you should strive to make real, the ideals which give meaning to both this ceremony and the institution of marriage.
With full awareness, know that within this circle you are not only declaring your intent to be handfasted before your friends and family, but you speak that intent also to your creative higher powers.
The promises made today and the ties that are bound here greatly strengthen your union; they will cross the years and lives of each soul's growth."

"Do you still seek to enter this ceremony? "
"Yes, We Seek to Enter."
"In times past it was believed that the human soul shared characteristics with all things divine. It is this belief which assigned virtues to the cardinal directions; East, South, West and North. It is in this tradition that a blessing is offered in support of this ceremony.

Blessed be this union with the gifts of the East. Communication of the heart, mind, and body Fresh beginnings with the rising of each Sun. The knowledge of the growth found in the sharing of silences.
Blessed be this union with the gifts of the South. Warmth of hearth and home The heat of the heart's passion The light created by both To lighten the darkest of times.
Blessed be this union with the gifts of the West. The deep commitments of the lake The swift excitement of the river The refreshing cleansing of the rain The all encompassing passion of the sea.
Blessed be this union with the gifts of the North Firm foundation on which to build Fertility of the fields to enrich your lives A stable home to which you may always return.

Each of these blessings from the four cardinal directions emphasizes those things which will help you build a happy and successful union. Yet they are only tools. Tools which you must use together in order to create what you seek in this union."

"I bid you look into each others eyes."

"[Groom's Name], Will you cause her pain?" "I May"
"Is that you intent?" "No"
"[Bride's Name], Will you cause him pain?" " I may"
" Is that you intent?" " No"
*To Both* "Will you share each other's pain and seek to ease it?" " Yes"
"And so the binding is made. Join your hands" *First cord is draped across the bride and grooms hands*

"[Bride's Name], Will you share his laughter?" "Yes"
"[Groom's Name], Will you share her laughter?" "Yes"
*To Both* "Will both of you look for the brightness in life and the positive in each other?" "Yes"
"And so the binding is made." *Second chord is draped across the couples hands*

"[Bride's Name], Will you burden him?" "I may"
"Is that you intent?" "No"
"[Groom's Name], Will you burden her?" "I may"
"Is that your intent?" "No"
*To Both* "Will you share the burdens of each so that your spirits may grow in this union?" "Yes"
"And so the binding is made." *Drape third chord across the couples hands*

"[Bride's Name], will you share his dreams?" "Yes"
"[Groom's Name], will you share her dreams?" "Yes"
*To Both* "Will you dream together to create new realities and hopes?" "Yes"
"And so the binding is made." *Drape fourth chord across the couples hands*

"[Groom's Name], will you cause her anger?" "I may"
"Is that you intent?" "No"
"[Bride's Name], will you cause him anger?" "I may"
"Is that your intent?" "No"
*To Both* "Will you take the heat of anger and use it to temper the strength of this union?" "We Will"
"And so the binding is made." *Drape fifth chord across the couples hands*

"[Bride's Name], Will you honor him?" "I will"
"[Groom's Name], Will you honor her?" "I will"
*To Both* "Will you seek to never give cause to break that honor?" "We shall never do so"
"And so the binding is made." *Drape sixth chord across the couples hands*

*Tie chords together while saying:* "The knots of this binding are not formed by these chords but instead by your vows. Either of you may drop the chords, for as always, you hold in your own hands the making of breaking of this union."
*Once chords are tied together they are removed and placed on altar*

Reminder #7

It's usually best to choose love over fear.

Si Se Puede!

Jambo Rafiki!

okay.. that's the extent of my Swahili (Half of which I give credit to Disney). I tried.

I am very very happy now. And I think that this very very important and incredible event is just the motivation I needed to start posting here again.

Yes! Obama won. Unbelieveably so...when I finally went to bed, it was at 338 electoral votes (while mccain had yet to reach 140). I consider it a movement. My country is relatively young, but there are younger who have already conquered the obstacle of....ugh, how to word it? Okay, for example, (and not to be a stereotypical american in saying this) Pakistan has already had a woman prime minister (and may she rest in peace). Pakistan of all places. Why does america, the so-called welcoming melting pot of cultural diversity and acceptance, still struggle so much with ridiculous things such as racism and sexism?

Anyway, my point is, I am taking this as a giagantic leap. Yes, he's the first African American president, but he's much more than that. I think he symbolizes not just "tolerance" but acceptance and embracing of the groups of people who have had to fight for so long for their rights and freedoms as human beings in this country. African Americans as well as women as well as gays (although that last one... according to california, needs to fight a bit longer :( ).

It's just a beautiful thing to see in this country, I think.

Beyond all of that...Obama is an amazing person. He understands that he may be over his head, he understands what he's getting into. He can unite even the people who voted against him. He's a very intelligent and open-minded person, and... man! can he speak! I dont know if it was just all the chaos of this election coming to an end, or what, but I found his speech very moving and extremely genuine. Genuine.

(so cute, watch... :D http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NblCBtk6H-U)

"Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek. " --Sen. Barak Obama

Blind Trust.

What happens when you can’t find yourself anymore? Where you feel as if you’re doing a poor job of masquerading as yourself. You’re not sure the difference from one minute to the next but you’re sure it’s there somewhere. All you know is there is some difference… there’s something that makes you feel like you’re crazy. Pure Madness raging around inside your bitter glazed veins.

Just keep walking the empty streets on an empty, cloud-covered Sunday with a vacant mind. Mingle with bodies of air that aren’t really there. Biting, wintry artic all around you in the middle of June. Nothing makes sense.

Run through those empty streets in an involuntary panic, searching. Searching.

You’re deaf save for the sound of “you’ll never find” in a whisper that tickles your nose. Tickles with a cruel mockery.
Darkness falls, and you’re blind. Blind except for the single light always just out of reach. You can almost hear it snickering at your pitiable fumbling. “You’ll never catch up.”

Someone sincerely says, “I love you” and you’re heart stops. Defibrillator. Quick. What can you do?
No, not you. It’s not you. You’re not there. You’re lost. You’re gone. You’re floating in a murky canal somewhere. You’re buried in the backyard of the only shack on St. Jude St. You’re falling out the 110th story of a building you jumped out of. You’re hiding in a white box made of rice paper and tissues.
Must be someone else.
Don’t try to confuse me with your sweet words of compassion. “Let me help you.”
Temptation to believe in something beautiful amidst the ugly.
“I love you. I can help you find. Let me.”
Go away.

"If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?" ~Chuck Palahniuk

liberation

Remember this as the day you truly fucked up your life. Remember this as the day you came to your best and worst realizations. Remember this as the day you agonizingly gave up half of yourself and regenerated a fresh new right ventricle, pulsing and sparkling with potential.
Inevitable, it was; The deterioration of your body, your mind. You didn’t expect it to arrive so fast. It shouldn’t. It wasn’t fair. But it happened, and it’s gone and passed now.

While your yearning for the numbness of surrender, thrashing about in a pain that deep down you really wanted, you couldn’t just think it way. Like I’ve always said, just needed to embrace the pain. You can’t allow your imagination to become a reality that doesn’t exist. Cannot allow yourself to be fooled into believing in a reality that doesn’t, and never has existed.

It’s not real, it’s in your head, it’s meant to be forgotten as a child, just imagination, just empty, meaningless words and dreams, They say.
Okay, I trust you.
But they don’t go away.

Bullshit. Fight the urge to live out a pathetic excuse for a life in a mirage of chaos and utopia intertwined in a giant linked-hands peace sign. You control your life, mind, and self. This ubiquitous “they” does not exist. Does not control. Does not function as a body its own. Forget.
It’s all been a test. A test you put yourself through. Not some God living in your dark dusty attic. Not the infamous “they”. Not those high class chumps with their stiff white shirts and ties who genuinely believe they own the world. Not some demonic creature you conjure up so often that you begin to believe in its words, ways, and actions.
No. These are all portions of your self. Remember this. Accept this. Know this. Only then can you move on and begin to understand the purpose for, and how to utilize, this new right ventricle. It seems foreign…but close your eyes and reach for it. Let it hold you close and trust it, because it’s an annexed wing of yourself. You can’t live without a single person to trust…so trust yourself. Go on and let yourself grope through the dark, panic rising, and love it. Love every second of it. Take refuge in the foggy blindness of no plans.

Think of what this new beginning is for you. Did you notice that it is freedom? Not to be feared? You are free from unrest. Fear is the main driving force behind all of this turbulence.
Stop thinking Evil is after you. What is evil anyway? Simply the absence of good, light. It’s the opposite of that which is deemed “positive”. It’s the absence of empathy itself. Man’s general incapacity to feel with their fellow man. It is not material. It does not live, think, or seek out to jinx you.

Enjoy this. Don’t fear it. You can’t stop time to avoid impending unsure seconds of your life. Embrace it.
Think of it while you’re lying in bed in the morning, with the sun’s rays just beginning to touch your face, the sky already a brilliant, limpid blue. Being able to love that radiant sun, and appreciate its awesome power, despite its gift of destruction. And be grateful.
Think of it while you’re walking down the puddle littered streets. Watch the people. How their faces look blank. They look on like mindless robots addicted to the newly concocted, malicious, man-eating, artificial, labor-saving gadgets of our technological world. They blankly look at their shoes stepping over soggy cigarette butts and wonder about the next thing on their to-do list. And be grateful.
Grateful you’re deterioration came early to provide you with a new mind, ready for an enlightened upbringing.

Stop thinking you’re better than everyone else now that you know you’ve been blessed. Rather, pity yourself for having the knowledge of reality forced into your brain.
Oh how quick you are to be reminded of your past, you’re almost-mistakes. Forget your past. Let it go. Forget. Forget. Forget. You were killed and given new life. A new prospective purity. Run with it. Fall with it. Fly with it.

http://pop.youtube.com/watch?v=tYBLjEaDFDE

In my city

http://sv.berkeley.edu/view/

Apres moi le deluge

"After me, comes the deluge" King of France, Louis XV.

Some times I wonder, what does it matter what I do now? How long will I be in this place, this time, this life...? When I'm gone, it's no concern of mine the consequences of whatever I have done. Right?
Knowing my current stand... a volatile time when I'm never settled....why not just do what ever makes me happy at that moment despite however it affects the people around me or involved or how it affects myself in the long run. Why think so hard about the future? and future consequences? Why think about what I do before I do it? Why plan? Why organize?



I don't know. Just because.

ἐμοῦ θανόντος γαῖα μιχθήτω πυρί·οὐδὲν μέλει μοι· τἀμὰ γὰρ καλῶς ἔχει.

When I die, let earth and fire mix: It matters not to me, for my affairs will be unaffected.

Pink bullets.

Cold. Contrast. Hold. Stone. Blood. Impulse. Flowing. Decent. Brute. Tied. Song. Kite. Dark. Lines. Cross. Field. Book. Foreign. Knots. Timid. Reverse. Understand. Less. Pages. Awkwardly. Star. Cast. Look. Rule. Before. Murder. Memory. Here. Stay. Warm. Winter. Light. Ramparts. Scent. Skin. Flowers. Brick. Years. Loose. Drawn. Falling. Sky. Flight. End.



http://youtube.com/watch?v=gGQ6DkTnuso

Winter too long

Easter.

The holiday with scary "Bennicula" bunnies and the worst taste in traditional candy choices.

oh wait.... scuse me... ahem.... the holiday celebrating the sweet Atonement and resurrection of Christ.
What in heaven's name do bunnies have to do with anything? And I never thought christian holidays were determined by the moon...?

Oh wait... scuse me... ahem.... the anglo-saxon holiday celebrating the goddess Eastre, her symbolic animal (the rabbit), and the coming of spring.
:) That's better.

It was so strange this year. I did nothing whatsoever for Easter. None of the traditions.... zilch. Okay, I take that back... I did partake of the only good candy sold during this time of year (no.. not peeps... ew.) Licorice jelly beans. mmmm.
No new clothes. No handmade Easter Sunday dress. No peeps. No eggs. No feast.
What day is it again?
Oh...just another day.

I think I like it this way. Easter is annoying anyway. It's when all the seasonal christians come out and preach their hypocrisy. When the Bishop calls you to his office and tells you " do this" "do that" "but it doesn't matter anyway, you're already bound for hell". When adults taunt little children by putting their favorite gross candy in impossible-to-open plastic eggs and hide them in impossible-to-find/reach places (all in a conspiracy to see who has the most eggs and determine which children are worth keeping in society and which should be thrown off the cliff into helot land).

Alright alright... I'm being a bit cynical. I DO love the idea of celebrating spring. Best time. When all the the snow melts away and the hideous litter of the world emerges over dead grass.... *cough* sorry. Sorry... I really do love spring. But I'd rather celebrate in May. May 1st, when everything is beautiful already. None of this bullshit of ... "yay it rained, rivers in the road, snow melting, dead things emerging, 30 degree F weather.... yay!" next day wake up to 3 feet of snow and -30 degree F weather.
In May, you're sure. You're sure that the weather won't betray you and kill that lone flower trying so hard to bloom in the yard. You're sure that each day becomes more beautiful, rain or shine, the smell of new growth emanates from everywhere.

That's Easter.

"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." -Charles Dickens

Happy Birthday Peace

A protest in Britain to call off the atomic bomb occured exactly 50 years ago from last good friday.

A symbol was created from two military semaphore signals, N and D, for "Nuclear Disarmament". But has since gone global and become the symbol of Peace itself. Inevitably emerging all over the world in times of turmoil, it holds a deep meaning and a strong power to spur hope.

Peace.

Reminder #6

You.....WILL......survive.