Saturday, 16 February 2008

There isn't anything false about hope...

"I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are better left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free." - Red

Emma and I journeyed into town wednesday evening past.
B was already there.
Standing, watching and waiting.

We stood with her, we worked with her, we laughed with her and we remembered her.

'B - May your heart be speechless
At the sight of the truth
Of all your belief had hoped,
Your heart breathless
In the light and lightness
Where each and every thing
Is at last its true self
Within that serene belonging
That dwells beside us
On the other side
Of what we see.'
(John O'Donohue)

Friday, 15 February 2008

"Seek the shalom of the city
where I have sent you ...and pray to the Lord on its behalf;
for in its shalom
you will find your own shalom."

Sunday, 10 February 2008

to seek truth beyond tradition, beyond definition, beyond image...

No one on this planet is truly experienced to handle the obstacles we face today...
terror
fear
lies
agendas
politics
money.

The outcome of the prostitution law has saddened me...on how unfair, backwards, upside down, unbalanced, untruthful, corrupt, and just simply, how wrong "politics" can be...

i find myself torn...because this time it’s not that simple...our choices aren’t as clear ...it isn't so obvious...

we think we are free...but in reality fear controls our decisions...

today I feel inspired to want to change myself to better the world...
change myself
change my greed
change my fears...

Im searching after
desire
strength
courage
ability
passion to change

Wednesday, 30 January 2008

The most authentic thing about these women is their capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than their suffering...
“Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you, but your love and your dream change those stones into the flowers of discovery. Even if you lose, or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary. And if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the worlds, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are unknowing transformers of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love.”

Sunday, 13 January 2008

I was never born to be satisifed?

spheres of fire are spinning into these streets, and the ice is cracking thin.

now my brash hope has dwindled into certainty and I no longer care to question why.

bleeding thoughts.

what I love about you most girls, is that you are never afraid to fall.

Monday, 7 January 2008

My moment. it is 2008.

This land is your land, this land is my land
This land was made for you and me

As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me

I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me

As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.

Woodie Gutherie