I didn't mean to keep it open for several days on my laptop but I did!
I just friended the first girl I knew who was ever "out" in my high school. Cool. The best thing I did the last 48 hours was go to my last Pilates class and experience the beautiful end-of-class meditation. "The heart is an organ that is good of taking care of itself before it takes care of others. Not in a selfish way. In a good way." I have to do something w/ Thoreau and Emerson and Christine de Pizan and others one of these days...soon. I like this rediscovery of the young Julian Lennon's songs to his father. What if he came back...as a woman...and a woman who was particularly interested in women? I have to go back to my movie-watching, make time for that. There is a film about Edith Piaf. It would be interesting to see one about Gertrude Stein.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Thought
Some illnesses are exacerbated by stress. Anger turned inward.
Thich Nhat Hanh on loosening the knots of anger.
Thich Nhat Hanh on loosening the knots of anger.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
What I was told...
When I was younger I was told: "Beloved, recognize that many of the minds of mankind are very small...have not grown....they are yet children. And with these, remember patience and compassion. These are two of your learnings to remember. It is also part of your freedom."
Kind of eso si que es
It seems to me that if I had stayed in school and studied art and theory and worked diligently at being an intellectual and somehow had this emotional distance (or whatever) from certain other things going on around me, that certain types of people in society would "respect" that more. I do like art, a lot, and when I was in school I had some good experiences but where I was at did not feel like a good place to me. It was better for others. But I know that now this doesn't either because I don't have enough financial stability and I have health issues to address. Time to move on...move on...further than I did before. I think that healing is important in the arts, too.
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This song by Julian Lennon is so eighties. Why is this so eighties. Oh good grief. It's like, walking through the mall in a little blue Jordache sweater. But this one is more like walking in a park (back then) on a sunny day, for some reason. Hmmm. I remember this interview...and this one!
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This song by Julian Lennon is so eighties. Why is this so eighties. Oh good grief. It's like, walking through the mall in a little blue Jordache sweater. But this one is more like walking in a park (back then) on a sunny day, for some reason. Hmmm. I remember this interview...and this one!
Added to the donation....
Herbal Healing Secrets for Women (except mine was a paperback),
The Body Sacred, and either The Book of the City of Ladies or the Treasure of the City of Ladies. (Thought it was the latter but not too sure...) I do kind of miss them. I like the covers on the Christine de Pizan books. But it seemed like they were good ones to donate. A song, Dance Circle, by David Blonski is playing on InTuneWithSpirit. I think it's been too long since I attended a circle dance. I want to get back into that.
The Body Sacred, and either The Book of the City of Ladies or the Treasure of the City of Ladies. (Thought it was the latter but not too sure...) I do kind of miss them. I like the covers on the Christine de Pizan books. But it seemed like they were good ones to donate. A song, Dance Circle, by David Blonski is playing on InTuneWithSpirit. I think it's been too long since I attended a circle dance. I want to get back into that.
Poemsy poemsy
It's the end of the month. Always a very special time. Time to DONATE (books? to the library? to Africa? to your friends?) in the spirit of giving, instead of fearing collapsing into poverty! (Right before rent and a lot of the bills are due.) A poem from one of the books (which is an English Literature reader and I think it is headed for the library):
Coke by Philip Dacey (Fun bio pic!{ture}!)
I was proud of the Coca-Cola stitched in red / on the pocket of my dad's shirt, / just above his heart. / Coca-Cola was America / and my dad drove its truck.
I loved the way the letters curved, / like handwriting, something personal, / a friendly offer of a drink / to a man in need. Bring me your poor, / your thirsty.
And on every road I went, faces / under the sign of Coke smiled down / out of billboards at me. We were all / brothers and sisters in the family / of man, our bottles to our lips, / tipping our heads back to the sun.
My dad lifted me up when he came home, / his arms strong from stacking / case after case of Coke all day. A couple of / cold ones always waited for us in the kitchen.
I believed our President and my dad / were partners. My dad said someday Coke / would be sold in every country of the world, / and when that happened there would be / no more wars. "Who can imagine," he asked, / "two people fighting while they swig their Cokes?" / I couldn't. And each night before sleep, / I thanked God for my favorite drink.
When I did, I imagined him tilting the bottle / up to his heavenly lips, a little Coke / dribbling down his great white beard.
And sometimes I even thought of his / son on the cross, getting vinegar / but wanting Coke. I knew that if I / had been there, I would have handed a Coke / up to him, who would have figured out / how to take it, even though his hands / were nailed down good, because he was God. / And I would have said when he took it, / "That's from America, Jesus. I hope you / like it." And then I'd have watched, / amidst the thunder and lightening / on that terrible hill, Jesus' Adam's apple / bob up and down as he drained the bottle / in one long divine swallow / like a sweaty player at a sandlot game / between innings, the crucial ninth / coming up next.
And then the dark, sweet flood / of American sleep / sticky and full of tiny bubbles, / would pour over me.
Coke by Philip Dacey (Fun bio pic!{ture}!)
I was proud of the Coca-Cola stitched in red / on the pocket of my dad's shirt, / just above his heart. / Coca-Cola was America / and my dad drove its truck.
I loved the way the letters curved, / like handwriting, something personal, / a friendly offer of a drink / to a man in need. Bring me your poor, / your thirsty.
And on every road I went, faces / under the sign of Coke smiled down / out of billboards at me. We were all / brothers and sisters in the family / of man, our bottles to our lips, / tipping our heads back to the sun.
My dad lifted me up when he came home, / his arms strong from stacking / case after case of Coke all day. A couple of / cold ones always waited for us in the kitchen.
I believed our President and my dad / were partners. My dad said someday Coke / would be sold in every country of the world, / and when that happened there would be / no more wars. "Who can imagine," he asked, / "two people fighting while they swig their Cokes?" / I couldn't. And each night before sleep, / I thanked God for my favorite drink.
When I did, I imagined him tilting the bottle / up to his heavenly lips, a little Coke / dribbling down his great white beard.
And sometimes I even thought of his / son on the cross, getting vinegar / but wanting Coke. I knew that if I / had been there, I would have handed a Coke / up to him, who would have figured out / how to take it, even though his hands / were nailed down good, because he was God. / And I would have said when he took it, / "That's from America, Jesus. I hope you / like it." And then I'd have watched, / amidst the thunder and lightening / on that terrible hill, Jesus' Adam's apple / bob up and down as he drained the bottle / in one long divine swallow / like a sweaty player at a sandlot game / between innings, the crucial ninth / coming up next.
And then the dark, sweet flood / of American sleep / sticky and full of tiny bubbles, / would pour over me.
Friday, June 19, 2009
In tune with spirit
intunewithspirit.com
Xavier Quijas Yxayotl "Xipe Totec" (To Spring and New Life)
4 Medicines "Sage"
Lorain Fox "Kaio Kaio"
Robert Mirabel "Grandpa"
Estun Bah "Violet"
Xavier Quijas Yxayotl "Xipe Totec" (To Spring and New Life)
4 Medicines "Sage"
Lorain Fox "Kaio Kaio"
Robert Mirabel "Grandpa"
Estun Bah "Violet"
All you need is love, love is all you need
The song to get in your head if you're sick and keep when you get well.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Newsish stuff
Since I never did put up those bunny ears on the T.V. (unlike when I lived in Chicagoland, and all I ever watched was 2 PBS stations) there's always Auto-Tune the News. Here and here.
Tabbouleh song was in my head today.
It's weird to play those at the same time.
Tabbouleh song was in my head today.
It's weird to play those at the same time.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
It was in the stars
Saturday, June 13, 2009
More (humor like nachos?)
Hey There K, 5 Facts About R, RP #10.
I'm being extremely good about what I've been eating.
Berries in snow: 1 package frozen berries, half thawed. 1 vat of plain, non-fat European style yogurt. Divvy up into sensible portions on a saucer.
I'm being extremely good about what I've been eating.
Berries in snow: 1 package frozen berries, half thawed. 1 vat of plain, non-fat European style yogurt. Divvy up into sensible portions on a saucer.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Ha ha.
Arlington: The Rap & others.
(Viewed via facebook after a skirmish between some Asian girls over a photo of "Harajuku girls"--such mean girls, such a cute photo! I wish it was on flickr!--but before this potentially childhood destroying video.)
(Viewed via facebook after a skirmish between some Asian girls over a photo of "Harajuku girls"--such mean girls, such a cute photo! I wish it was on flickr!--but before this potentially childhood destroying video.)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Sounds interesting...
Letters from Rapunzel. I found that on my teacher's site.
And maybe also the recommended Drita My Homegirl.
Wonder whose job it is to pair those two?
And maybe also the recommended Drita My Homegirl.
Wonder whose job it is to pair those two?
Yoga is good
The nice thing about the internet is how it can provide a wealth of resourceful information. Like this article I found today about asanas.
Something I found when I typed "happy, joyous, and free" was this. (Sigh.)
At least that Ladies of the World video got made.
And "Jenny" is too funny!
Something I found when I typed "happy, joyous, and free" was this. (Sigh.)
At least that Ladies of the World video got made.
And "Jenny" is too funny!
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Let's act like a "first world country"
At least in this case: just one little story of many...
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Hmmm. I bought some of this stuff the other day. It was in a part of the pharmacy that stocks Spanish / Latin American products.
But it's not for drinking! I bought it to make a "pack."
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Hmmm. I bought some of this stuff the other day. It was in a part of the pharmacy that stocks Spanish / Latin American products.
But it's not for drinking! I bought it to make a "pack."
Monday, June 08, 2009
Ponderable
It is a life full of opportunities. What ones were missed, which were (good grief, I can't find a word choice for what I want to say..."seized?" oh well, I guess it will do.) And which served the soul most aptly. And which ones does the little optimist within still think are going to reappear someday?
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I think I know what I might have liked about Thomas Merton. So many people seem need to cover, cover, cover themselves. And I don't feel like that is what he does. He tries to do the opposite, to reveal himself. Even with the religion and censoring of his early years. Even with those things, it is still as if he doesn't cover. Or maybe it is just that it seemed as though he did it in a way I understood. Also, I really felt like he was alive when I read his stuff. I felt like he did not die years ago. It was like he was outdoors and I could see him. He could just be in the other room.
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I think I know what I might have liked about Thomas Merton. So many people seem need to cover, cover, cover themselves. And I don't feel like that is what he does. He tries to do the opposite, to reveal himself. Even with the religion and censoring of his early years. Even with those things, it is still as if he doesn't cover. Or maybe it is just that it seemed as though he did it in a way I understood. Also, I really felt like he was alive when I read his stuff. I felt like he did not die years ago. It was like he was outdoors and I could see him. He could just be in the other room.
Le Dichotomy
Anxiety about health or car repairs is b-l-e-a-h.
But...relaxation and breathing techniques and stretching is g-o-o-d !!!!
Huh. This is what I found when I typed "le dichotomy."
But...relaxation and breathing techniques and stretching is g-o-o-d !!!!
Huh. This is what I found when I typed "le dichotomy."
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Good ol' White Peony
How did I miss it before? Who knows? Always nice to make a new discovery. Pretty lil' site: www.whitepeony.com
A book I've had...for a while
It's got stories; it's interesting; you can put it on a shelf; some of it is really not for the faint-hearted...
Heart of the Christos
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I read Father Louie and the Little Sister after looking for images and clicking on the one that accompanies the article.
Heart of the Christos
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I read Father Louie and the Little Sister after looking for images and clicking on the one that accompanies the article.
Monday, June 01, 2009
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