Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Katja (Caucasian) 21.5" tall, LE 120
She has red blond human hair, and mouth blown grey blue glass eyes body. Full vinyl body, with joints in the neck, shoulders, waist, thighs. Katja is wearing a sleeveless light pink cotton dress with rose print. Attached cotton underskirt with a tulle flounce. Short sleeved white linen vest with a green white checkered trim a little flounce and silk lace rose embroidery. White leather shoes with a pink trim and a leather flower application and topped off with a white felt hat with a green trim with a flower application.
Be Careful What You Wish For…
Alma ~ this is so worth watching in full screen. One of the best animations I have seen in some time.
[ Full Screen recommended ]
Written and Directed by: Rodrigo Blaas
This is not my usual, but the animation was so wonderful, I had to share it.
Monday, May 30, 2011
The Paring Knife
I found a knife under the refrigerator while the woman I love and I were cleaning our house. It was a small paring knife that we lost many years before and had forgotten about. I showed the knife to the woman I love and she said, "Oh. Where did you find it?" After I told her, she put the knife on the table and then went into the next room and continued to clean. While I cleaned the kitchen floor, I remembered something that happened four years before that explained how the knife had gotten under the refrigerator.
We had eaten a large dinner and had drunk many glasses of wine. We turned all the lights out, took our clothing off, and went to bed. We thought we would make love, but something happened and we had an argument while making love. We had never experienced such a thing. We both became extremely angry. I said some very hurtful things to the woman I love. She kicked at me in bed and I got out and went into the kitchen. I fumbled for a chair and sat down. I wanted to rest my arms on the table and then rest my head in my arms, but I felt the dirty dishes on the table and they were in the way. I became incensed. I swept everything that was on the table onto the floor. The noise was tremendous, but then the room was very quiet and I suddenly felt sad. I thought I had destroyed everything. I began to cry. The woman I love came into the kitchen and asked if I was all right. I said, "Yes." She turned the light on and we looked at the kitchen floor. Nothing much was broken, but the floor was very messy. We both laughed and then went back to bed and made love. The next morning we cleaned up the mess, but obviously overlooked the knife.
I was about to ask the woman I love if she remembered that incident when she came in from the next room and without saying a word, picked up the knife from the table and slid it back under the refrigerator.
I heard this story on NPR last night. For some reason it brought me to tears. I thought I would share it.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Sometimes simplicity rises
like a blossom of fire
from the white silk of your own skin.
You were there in the beginning
you heard the story, you heard the merciless
and tender words telling you where you had to go.
Exile is never easy and the journey
itself leaves a bitter taste. But then,
when you heard that voice, you had to go.
You couldn't sit by the fire, you couldn't live
so close to the live flame of that compassion
you had to go out in the world and make it your own
so you could come back with
that flame in your voice, saying listen...
this warmth, this unbearable light, this fearful love...
It is all here, it is all here.
~ David Whyte ~
(Fire in the Earth)
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About the Photographer: Art Lionse hails from the south of France. He is a researcher who spends every spare moment chasing exquisite light with his camera. He is a lover of nature and enjoys photographing those things that often surprise us while we are walking. He captures ordinary plants and flowers with a fresh eye. For his macro work, as you see here, whether outdoors or in a studio, he uses natural light to make the pictures look more genuine. I am grateful for his generosity in allowing me to use these lovely images. You can find more of his work on 1x.com, fotoblur, http://www.photopoly.net/breathtaking-flower-portraits-by-art-lionse/, and photo.net
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills.
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn't always understand.
~ Czeslaw Milosz ~
'A man addicted to drinking and and deeply tied to old habits, finds mysterious sketches on the park bench that he visits every day. As these pictures stir his thoughts, he begins to notice the world around him and to reflect upon his own place within it. He meets a young boy whose innocent encouragement helps to release him from his self destructive social withdrawal and unlocks a part of his character that had been long forgotten.'
and Wesley Louis
Story by Steve Stamp
Written By Tim McCourt and Steve Stamp
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Un cycliste ailé
Sur mésaventure chance
Lui offre les étoiles
~Noelle Renee 5/26/11
A winged bicyclist
On lucky misadventure
Offers her the stars.
The story you are about to watch for the next three minutes and a few seconds is one that reminds us that although we might often meet by chance, we are not meant to be alone, and once we know the warmth and kindness of being loved, appreciated and included, we cannot go back to a solitary existence.
“Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves”
My third year film at Calarts, but made mostly at Gobelins school in France, where I am studying abroad for the semester.
The story of an anemic little recluse of a girl who makes a friend at the expense of her ceiling.
For more wonderful Haiku My Heart posts please visit Rebecca at Recuerda mi Corazon. I promise your experiences will be a happy one.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
On Every Leaf of Every Tree
The air around was trembling bright
and full of dancing specks of light
While butterflies were dancing too
Between the shining green and blue
I might not watch, I might not stay
I ran along the meadow way.
Note: It gives me great joy to see how closely the natural world resembles the human female form in all its glory.
(Okay, this last one isn’t a fairy, but it was too beautiful to leave out. )
See Meri’s Musings for more Share the Joy Thursday posts
Sunday, May 22, 2011
snowy egrets © anders selland with kind permission
If the confident animal coming toward us
had a mind like ours,
the change in him would startle us.
But to him his own being is endless,
undefined, and without regard
for his condition: clear,
like his eyes. Where we see future,
he sees all, and himself
in all, made whole for always.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
From the Eighth Duino Elegy
About the Photographer: Anders Selland hails from the small city of Arendal in south Norway. Taking photographs is currently a hobby that he enjoys tremendously. He likes photographing mostly wildlife and landscapes. The photo above was taken in the dark. The location is a river in Spain and the light source was from some nearby buildings.
For More Postcards from Paradise, please visit Recuerda mi Corazon.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Caribbean Lily © 2008 THOM BROMMERICH
Seeds of our nature
May tempt us to run from what
is truly natural.
I found the delightful, short little Independent animated film below on the life of a seed on Vimeo. I hope you enjoy it.
For More Haiku My Heart, Please visit Recuerda mi Corazon! where the seeds of love and friendship are sown each week. Please join us!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Smile? by Mohammad Reza Momeni with kind permission
But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy.
To hold ourselves hostage from love.
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.
Those aspects of obedience
That stand outside of our house
And shout to our reason
"O please, O please,
Come out and play."
Or to confine our wondrous spirits,
Our divine courage, freedom and
The DCI movement
Defence for Children International (DCI) is an independent non-governmental organisation that has been promoting and protecting children’s rights on a global, regional, national and local level for 32 years.
DCI is represented through its national sections and associated members in 40 countries worldwide. Its International Secretariat is based in Geneva, Switzerland.
The DCI movement was founded in 1979, the International Year of the Child, at a time when few international structures were dedicated to a rights-based approach in addressing the many challenges facing the world’s children.
DCI was at the forefront in the drafting process and international lobby for the adoption of the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child, and its work continues to be embedded in these fundamental principles. In 2009, DCI celebrated its 30th anniversary: a birthday it shares with the 20th anniversary of the Convention on the Rights of the Child.
This highlighted DCI’s historical role as a leading advocate for the adoption of the Convention and one of the first organisations to work from the concept of children’s human rights.
DCI and The Issue of Child Labour http://missionfreeiran.org/2010/05/28/end-child-labor/ (a site I discovered).
Child labour and access to education is a serious concern in a number of the countries in which DCI works. DCI believes that any initiatives to end child labour must address its root causes, such as poverty, and must emphasise the right to education.
In 2007, DCI launched a Campaign for Inclusive Education to address the issue entitled “No Kids Without Education: We Can all Make a Difference”.
The goal of the Campaign for Inclusive Education is to guarantee that 100% of school-aged working children and adolescents effectively exercise their right to a complete and quality education.
To learn more about the Campaign for Inclusive Education, please see the following resources:
• DCI Child Labour Newsletter (EN / FR / SP)
• How Youth Can Make a Difference
• How Children Can Make a Difference
• How Teachers Can Make a Difference
• How Governments Can Make a Difference
• How Parents and Communities Can Make a Difference
In January 2001, DCI’s International Secretariat created a Child Labour Desk, with the aim of reinforcing DCI's action on the prevention and elimination of child labour, especially in its most hazardous forms, and strengthening DCI’s efforts to protect all working children.
The programme (which was completed in 2006) had the following objectives:
- Through the promotion of education, reduce the numbers of children involved in the worst forms of child labour, and those who are working below the minimum age of employment;
- Mainstream child labour and child rights standards into all national and international policies, and influence the formulation and implementation of policies concerning children and their families;
- Promote the participation of children in awareness-raising on issues concerning children’s rights and child labour.
For more information about the programme, please contact: firstname.lastname@example.org
What we do
At the global level, the DCI movement is united in its commitment to working for children’s rights in juvenile justice. DCI works to protect, defend and advocate for the rights of children and young people in conflict with the law.
DCI national sections develop and implement programmes in response to the needs of children in their countries. In addition to juvenile justice, some of these include:
• Child labour
• Violence against children
• Children in Armed Conflict
• Sexual abuse and exploitation
• Child trafficking
• Access to education
• Child participation
DCI in Action
DCI uses the following strategies to promote and protect child rights:
- Direct Intervention
- Advocacy and lobby
- Research and monitoring
- Training and capacity building
DCI needs your support to continue to research, document, advocate and ACT.
Defence for Children International relies on the generous donations of individuals and organisations to continue its work to promote and protect the rights of children around the world.
There are a number of different options to secure your donation:
* all information on DCI above was taken directly from DCI website.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . “Buddha” by Octavio Ocampo
I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . . Wakeful Rabbit by Maggie Taylor
When the young girl who starves sits down to a
table she will sit beside me. . . .
Ecstasy of lilies by Octavio Ocampo
Kiss of the Sea by Octavio Ocampo
I am the one whose love overcomes you, already with you when you think to call my name. . . .
(collected Poems 2005)
More about Jane Kenyon’s life here
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Friday, May 13, 2011
Candle lit in hope
Prayers for a fine furry friend
Home in the Morning.
My Little Fergus has been hurt. He was attacked by some wild animal outside and was bitten in the lower stomach. He fractured his back leg pretty badly possibly from a fall. They have cleaned the wound, anesthetized him sutured him, given him morphine and today they set his fractured leg. He is still at the hospital with an I.V. and a lot of pain medication running through him. They had to open up the fracture site because the bone was shattered so badly. I have been very worried about him. I feel so badly that I let him outside. He seems so sure of himself most of the time. He could barely move last night, he was in so much pain.
When he comes home I have to keep him in a crate for 6-12 weeks because he will have a cast and huge pins in his leg.Please keep us in your thoughts. He is such a special little kitty and I have so many pictures of him on my computer. He has been such a buddy to me. I just wanted to let you know. The vet bill is prohibitive but I am working on finding ways to pay it over time. I am just very glad that he will be alright and will walk fine once the cast is off.
When I went to the vet today, they told me that someone had made a donation toward the bill. I couldn’t imagine who that would be, but it was my best friend of 25 years. I had been on the phone with her earlier in tears and she called the vet and put down $500.00. I started crying at the pet hospital when they told me, and I called her while I was still there. They were good tears though, the kind you have when you know someone cares so much about you that they do something completely amazing without telling you. I am very grateful for good friends. Thanks for letting me share this with you.
Peace and Light,
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Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Every morning, cup of coffee
in hand, I look out at the blue mountain.
Ordinarily it’s blue, but today
it’s the color of an eggplant.
And the sky turns
from gray to pale apricot
as the sun rolls up
Main Street in Andover.
I study the cat’s face
and find a trace of white
around each eye, as if
he made himself up today
for a part in the opera.
“In Several Colors”
from Collected Poems
Sunday, May 8, 2011
For Our World, a poem written on 9/11 by Mattie Stepanek age 11
For Our World
We need to stop.
Stop for a moment.
Says or does anything
That may hurt anyone else.
We need to be silent.
Silent for a moment.
Before we forever lose
The blessing of songs
That grow in our hearts.
We need to notice.
Notice for a moment.
Before the future slips away
Into ashes and dust of humility.
Stop, be silent, and notice.
In so many ways, we are the same.
Our differences are unique treasures.
We have, we are, a mosaic of gifts
To nurture, to offer, to accept.
We need to be.
Be for a moment.
Kind and gentle, innocent and trusting,
Like children and lambs,
Never judging or vengeful
Like the judging and vengeful.
And now, let us pray,
Differently, yet together,
Before there is no earth, no life,
No chance for peace.
September 11, 2001
© Matthew Joseph Thaddeus Stepanek 1990 -2004
from Hope Through Heartsongs, Hyperion, 2002
Mattie Stepanek was 11 years old when he wrote this poem on the day of 9-11.
Sadly he passed away in 2004 after a long battle with Dysautonomic Mitochondrial Myopathy.
You can learn more about his brief, amazing, inspiring life at his website:
The short film you are about to see is an amazing testimony of forgiveness and a friendship forged between two women whose relationship might normally be one of great enmity. Their story is a miracle of peace and the product of two mothering hearts. Please Watch!
Your voice learning to soothe
Your new child
Was the first home-sound
We heard before we could see.
Your young eyes
Gazing on us
Were the first mirror
Where we glimpsed
What to be seen
Your nearness tilled the air,
An umbilical garden for the seeds
Of thought that stirred in our infant hearts.
You nurtured and fostered this space
To root all our quietly gathering intensity
That could grow nowhere else.
Formed from the depths beneath your heart,
You know us from the inside out.
No deeds or seas or others
Could ever erase that.
~A Blessing For Mothers from John O’Donohue
From “To Bless the Space Between Us”
This Blessing is For All Mothers, Living and Deceased and For All women and men as well in their Mothering Role ~ because mothering is done by teachers, coaches, mentors, therapists, siblings and friends. Moreover, there are some men who play the role of both mother and father to their children. All of us carry the Divine Mother within us. We only need to open our hearts to it and let it shine.
For More Postcards from Paradise Please Make your Way to Recuerda mi Corazon on this lovely Festive Day.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Prince is sweet, but an idiot
Small feet save the day
~Haiku found on DeviantArt.
In Every Culture, Stories of Damsels in Distress Are a Tradition Old As Time.
But Sometimes, the Act of Rescuing Another May be the One thing that Opens Your Heart and Renews Your Spirit
And the Person Whom You Believe needs Your Help and Attention the Most,
May Be the Very Same One who Offers You ~
John William Waterhouse (Tristan and Isolde)
the Grace and Purpose to Continue on your Journey With Love and Gratitude.
The film you are about to see is about a similar moment of discovery between two much younger people. Let it Open your heart to the possibilities of life ~ even when you may perceive them to be limited.
For More Haiku My Heart Go to Recuerda mi Corazon. You will be glad you did.
A Blogger friend of mine, Jenny Stevning, had the English version of this film, “The Power of Words” on her blog. I was so moved by it that I searched for the original. It is a film that shows not only the power of words to change human hearts but the power of compassion to change the lives of those who give and those who receive. This, in itself, gives me Great Joy!
For other Sharing the Joy Posts please see Meri’s Musings.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Picasso, woman with a crow 1904
Crow Blacker Than Ever
When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven,
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.
But Crow Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing heaven and earth together-
So man cried, but with God's voice.
And God bled, but with man's blood.
Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank-
A horror beyond redemption.
The agony did not diminish.
Man could not be man nor God, God.
Crying: "This is my Creation,"
Flying the black flag of himself.
(*For my friend Joe)
Crow Tree image courtesy of Spadoman Round Circle Blog