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Well, that's what this place is - a place to share common wisdom, thoughts and feelings about things important and unimportant, that bring us joy, laughter and happiness and that trouble, sadden, confuse and anger us ...

What I write here is what's 'real' for me. It won't always be PC or 'nice'. We're missing out on true connection and chances to grow and change because there's too little authenticity, too little honesty, too much holding back what we really feel and mean.

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Namaste

(the Divine in me, recognises and honours the Divine in you)

Sahila




Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Summer Solstice 2012...


... lots been churning, burning, inside myself over the past weeks and months - half a dozen 'works-in-progress' posts sitting in the draft queue...

and none of it is ready to be put out into the world yet...

so, I shall communicate what I can...

AND wish you all a happy, happy solstice - may the sun bring us all sanity, peace and joy as we celebrate the longest day and move into summer here in the northern hemisphere...

  
and for my children moving into the dark of winter in the antipodes, I say: "I love you and I miss you, as does the boy..."






Namaste


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Bearing Witness...


Boy and I marched yesterday, in Seattle, to honour the May Day General Strike action...

Interesting experience - a reality check about the state of the world really, giving me lots to think about...

We marched to bear witness to what is going on in these times...

To bear witness, and, by our presence, to send a message to the powers-that-be that we know what is going on, and it's not OK...

"If we do act, in however small a way, we don't have to wait for some grand Utopian future.  The future is an infinite succession of presents and to live now as we think Human beings should live - in defiance of all that is bad around us - is in and of itself a marvellous victory." 
~ Howard Zinn

 

We went with our school teacher house-mate and another family...

We were a little late to the event, joining the march half way through...

We weren't expecting it to be the big deal it turned out to be...

I was impressed by, and grateful to, the young people who saw us (not that far behind Black Block - which we had no idea would be there), advising us to take a detour when things got 'exciting', so that the children would not be caught up in the fracas and the tear gas, pepper spray...

Some cars parked along the route were spray painted with protest symbols and had their tyres slashed...

I felt empathy for the owners of those cars who would come back to find this damage; 

The police were positioned to PROTECT BUILDINGS/CORPORATIONS not citizens...

I didn't feel any sympathy for the owners of the buildings that were damaged - though I was concerned for bystanders...

When a country, state and city (USA/Washington/Seattle) decides to use military force, surveillance and unmanned drones against its own citizenry, does it really think that the people won't feel they have to meet force/intimidation with force/intimidation, to both fight back and to retake their freedom?

Quite a challenge to explain all this to the boy and his peers...
 
Scary parts?

Talking to strangers and wondering whether or not they were infiltrators...



Noticing all the video and still cameras taking photos...

Sure there were news crews doing their thing and private individuals taking photos of cool signs and their group participants...

But who were all those other unidentified people, walking around click, click, clicking away without asking the people they were photographing if it was OK?



How the world saw what went on in the US yesterday:

And for us here in the US - we are not alone:





Saturday, January 14, 2012

‎"Plus ça change...


... plus c'est la même chose!"

January, 1795
by Mary Darby Robinson


Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing,
Lords in ermine, beggars freezing;
Titled gluttons dainties carving,
Genius in a garret starving.

Lofty mansions, warm and spacious;
Courtiers clinging and voracious;
Misers scarce the wretched heeding;
Gallant soldiers fighting, bleeding.


Wives who laugh at passive spouses;
Theatres, and meeting-houses;
Balls, where simp'ring misses languish;
Hospitals, and groans of anguish.

Arts and sciences bewailing;
Commerce drooping, credit failing;
Placemen mocking subjects loyal;
Separations, weddings royal.



Authors who can't earn a dinner;
Many a subtle rogue a winner;
Fugitives for shelter seeking;
Misers hoarding, tradesmen breaking.

 

Taste and talents quite deserted;
All the laws of truth perverted;
Arrogance o'er merit soaring;
Merit silently deploring.


Ladies gambling night and morning ;
Fools the works of genius scorning ;
Ancient dames for girls mistaken,
Youthful damsels quite forsaken.


Some in luxury delighting;
More in talking than in fighting;
Lovers old, and beaux decrepid;
Lordlings empty and insipid.


Poets, painters, and musicians;
Lawyers, doctors, politicians:
Pamphlets, newspapers, and odes,
Seeking fame by diff'rent roads.

Gallant souls with empty purses;
Gen'rals only fit for nurses;
School-boys, smit with martial spirit,
Taking place of vet'ran merit.

Honest men who can't get places,
Knaves who shew unblushing faces;
Ruin hasten'd, peace retarded;
Candour spurn'd, and art rewarded...





Monday, June 20, 2011

"Are We There Yet?"...

Indigenous elders from many traditions say we're in the final stages of the Last World...
The Mayan Calendar ends in December, 2012...
Is that a literal or metaphorical ending?

Does anyone have a sense of how crazy it has to get before this 'civilisation' implodes on itself?

What does the end point of societal implosion look like?
As my kids used to ask: "Are we there yet?"
Maybe someone should start a 'Doomsday Clock' device, giving a scale of craziness illustrating our descent into societal annihilation...
To tell how close we are, we just need to know what will be the end point...   
We then work backwards from there, to where we're at right now...
What incidents/examples of 'craziness' - OTHER THAN NUCLEAR DISASTER AND CLIMATE CHANGE - would be listed ... any ideas on content and scale?
Any comments? 


Thursday, December 2, 2010

Images of Truth...


The Mouth Of Truth

The Truth - Jules Joseph Lefebvre
Triumph of Truth - Rubens

















Truth - Gianlorenzo Bernini

The Triumph of Truth - Hans von Aachen

The truth of things: Velázquez, An Old Woman Cooking Eggs
 
Time Unveiling Truth - Jean-François Detroy


The Blindfolding of Truth - Byam Shaw

Time Saving Truth from Falsehood and Envy - Francois Lemoyne

Truth Has Died - Goya

Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever
The Seekers of Truth - The Eve Chronicles

Truth Dazzles Gradually

The Truth 2012

Truth Is Beauty - Pat O'Hara


















Native Truth - Christine Tarantino


















Truth Is An Arrow - Barron Storey


















Truth - James Muir