Thursday, August 27, 2015
Monday, February 13, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness.
Some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain all.
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.... meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whomever comes because each has been sent as
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Take a side step off the curb of hindering negative experience.
Look both ways because you’ve been struck far too many times by the freight train of deception.
Pace yourself with even strides, let trust build and the garden of budding emotions grow.
Choose a straight path, and avoid the distracting scenery of meaningless encounters.
Wash your hands clean of grime and the dirt accumulated along the way.
Be who you once were in love, optimism and demeanour
The longing for the longing is now obsolete.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Several days later, I am still distraught about these series of events for several reasons.
1) The sight of a supposedly wild animal in the middle of an urban area constructed primarily on this animal’s home is of little meaning to the average Joe. We feel as though it is our right to own the roads and occupy them with automobiles that endanger the likes of this creature on a daily basis. It is an extremely intrusive ideology that allows our needs as humans to be categorized with greater importance than those of animals that can not advocate for their own cause. Is this the role was play in the survival of the fittest game? Are these obvious instant rewards in fact attributable to humans being the fittest or will our short sights now be nature’s way of showing us who is fittest after all?
2) In my mind 2 out of 3 lanes constitutes a 66.66% success rate and for the most part, 66.6%. is good enough. The comfort with just enough to get by instead of the expectation of 100% is indicative of an individual who has succumbed to the status quo. The routine. The don’t rock the boat itis!
3) The option of stopping was not feasible if it meant endangering my life or those of the passengers in vehicles behind me. What right do I have to decide that human life is more valuable than that of a squirrel? Surely I need to recognize that in the grand scheme of things I am just as miniscule as the squirrel? How would I feel if my life (as in the case back in the homeland) just as dispensable as this squirrel’s life was to me?
4) I almost expected the squirrel to die even though I was hoping it wouldn’t. Knowing that I was not the one responsible for his death however, made it sit a little easier on my conscience. Which makes me ask, is this what people do when they think of the famines in Africa or the wars fought in far off lands?
5) Something deep down inside me, call it intuition or call it experience, allowed me to see that the man in the caprice would not stop. I was not distraught by this notion in the least. It is not a dark grim world when we as humans acknowledge accept and deal with our own inhumanity as though it were the way of the world?
6) Though unfortunate that the squirrel survived that experience with an injury, I can’t help but wonder what its like to feel those near death intense emotions. Had he not been injured, would he have lived his life any less recklessly? Would there be any sort of guarantee that two days, weeks, months or years down the line he wouldn’t end up in the same predicament?
7) I was reminded of the time I actually did hit a squirrel on the way home from the US. I was traveling at a ridiculous speed and swerving to avoid him/her meant I’d definitely end up dead in the ditch. It was a two way street and there was an 18 wheel truck on the other side of traffic. Regardless, Images of baby squirrels anticipating the return of their mother filled my mind and creeping thoughts labeling me as a killer quickly over whelmed me and eventually brought me to tears. It was coincidentally then that a friend of mine called me. After relaying the story back to him, he casually responded by saying “it was the squirrel’s time to go… if it wasn’t you it was going to be someone or something else. Don’t beat yourself about it.” And just like that… I let go of my reality and accepted his and with it a calmness about the situation. Upon further introspection today, I’m left thinking…my reality is different from the next person’s reality, and if my reality is so different from the next persons’ reality where and how do we draw common grounds between each of our own individual realities?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Avec ton espoir et ton grand sens de l'honneur.
Tu me donnes envie de tout détruire et de t'arracher le beau sourire.
Et même ça... n'est pas pourquoi... je me sens coupable.
C'est ça le pire!
Je me sens coupable parce que j'ai l'habitude.
C'est la seule chose que je peux faire avec une certaine certitude.
C'est rassurant de penser que je suis sûre, Ce ne pas me tromper quand il s'agit de la question de ma grande culpabilité.
Je n'ai pas peur de dire que j'ai triché.
J'ai mis les plus pures de mes pensées sur le marché.
J'ai envie de laisser tomber toute cette idée de "vérité"
Je garderais pour me guider plaisir et culpabilité ."
~ Lahsa de Sela
Monday, April 06, 2009
on this april day
when my thoughts have gone astray
but i'm thinking about you
and what do i do
when i'm black and i'm blue...
and i'm still loving you
but i know it was meant to end
i'm missing you
or maybe i'm just missing who i was when i was with you
oh love...won't you come again
take me in your arms
and hold me
make me feel new again
and how do i convey
all the words that i could never say
to you when you were around
i'm missing you
or maybe i'm just missing how i felt when i was with you
oh love... wont you come again
take me in your arms and dance with me
make me feel alive again.
oh love...won't you come again take me in your arms and hold me... make me want to laugh and sing
make me want to love again.