A song I used to sing in Sunday school at church, reminds me of my own love for children and why I wanted to grow up to be a teacher.
The line that sticks the most, ” red and yellow, black or white, they are precious in His sight.”
We tend to be a world of selfish peoples, thinking only of ourselves and our own immediate needs and never truly wanting to go out of our way to change the world by each of us sharing love. I mean the kind of love that sees beyond what we have and what we do and what we look like. The kind of love that has the power to change the world.
I recently read an article where a journalist photographed children’s rooms around the world. She photographed the rich as well as the poor. The three things that caught my eye the most were the lack of smiles at all on the children’s faces and the lack of any spark of happiness in their eyes. The look was cold and hopeless, whether rich or poor. The third thing was the responses from the readers and how they judged success by how many meaningless, materialistics things one would have.
What stumbles me and saddens me is how, world-wide, we state that the children our the hope of the future and then we do nothing to offer them hope for that future. We offer them little love and happiness and simply require they learn how to do things regardless of giving love or helping to add happiness. We simply neglect our roles as mentors to show them love and honor and bring happiness to build their hopes and dreams. What kind of a world will we be creating for the future by neglecting our responsibility to share love and hope with the children of today?
To read the link and see the photographs of the children around the world and how they live, click the link below:
The window reflected a younger man in memory as the steam from the coffee cup fogged one square pane of glass. A smaller figure with an age spotted hand reached out from behind him and drew a familiar “x” and an “o” in the condensation. It was a familiar signature to him.
“Good morning”, she said as she leaned in for a small kiss on his lips.
He turned to look at his wife. Raising his hand to touch her face, he remembered the soft fair skin and darker hair of her youth; even through the years she had remained beautiful, wrinkles and all.
The drawings on the window faded and he was reminded that he was alone. Only the kisses from memory and her empty coffee cup hanging on the rack on the kitchen wall.
He swallowed back the tears with a drink from his mug and moved from the table to the kitchen sink. How old this house was, even older than he and how much they had put into building it into a home. All those days replayed in his head of standing in the kitchen and sitting at the table talking of the plans they had over a hot cup of coffee. She never seemed to be able to resist getting in a few kisses somehow. She loved being close to him and he loved that about her.
As the years rolled on they had their ups and downs, yet nothing that couldn’t be settled over a good talk, cup of coffee and ending in those sweet and sometimes fevered kisses.
He chuckled to himself as he rinsed off the few breakfast dishes, remembering the day she swore she could figure how to change out the line for the water filter. She had drowned herself in the process. She had been so sexy standing there in wet shirt, stringing hair, face dripping. He had put his coffee cup on the table and laughingly gone over to her. Teasing her efforts and seeing she was becoming irritated by it, he had kissed her full on the mouth. This led to a passionate excursion on the wet, cold floor, interrupted by kids busting in from school to grab a quick afternoon snack.
Smiling he refilled his coffee mug and got ready to start working on another project. She was no longer there to come out and see the new idea he was getting going.
The kids were grown and gone, so he had a lot more “busy work” these days, work to keep him from thinking too much on what the heart was missing.
He situated the cap on his head and zipped up his coveralls, heading out to the barn. It was a cold, gray morning. He looked back at the kitchen window, sighed with a smile and then turning around walked on through the brown grass.
Back in the kitchen a small area of the window fogged up and an “x’ and “o” appeared inside the square pane of glass.
This particular post will touch on the artistic inspiration of tantric sex. I feel that these pictures relate the vividness and intimacy of achieveing the tantric state. What is the tantric state? How is it achieved?
(Hong Kong celebrating 2011)
Today, besides being the start of the New Year in the
US, is Japanese New Year? Also known as Gantan-sai, Shogatsu,
or Oshogatsu, this Shinto holiday celebrates the New Year with
prayers for renewal, good health, and prosperity. Happy New
Year, everyone! And don’t just watch the fireworks, get out there and live the fireworks!
You exist in someone’s heart.
You exist in someone’s life.
You are someone’s friend.
You are someone’s lover.
Love too much.
Laugh out loud.
Remember we cry so we can appreciate the happy times.
Be that shoulder.
from the inside out.
~To find peace within whilst amongst the chaos is to harness life, not life you….(proverb)
“Itsumo egao de itsumo sunao ni”
Always smiling, always honest and gentle.
Love to you!
“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
— Franz Kafka
The Moody Blues is one of my favorite bands from back in the day. You may think this is really very out-dated and/or strange this is so, however, one of my favorite past times has been cranking a couple of their albums up and lighting candles and opening all the doors and windows while I drink a bottle of wine. How sweet it is!
I love to sing loud and long, soaring on the notes, right along with them. I had an opportunity to see them in concert with the phil- harmonic orchestra years ago. It was amazing! Sometimes, with music of today, we forget about meaning, melody and harmony, and just the sheer beauty of a passionate voice.
Here are two videos to share with you…. a couple favorites.
If any songs have the capacity to expand the conciousness of humanity, they must be sung with heart. These songs have a way of connecting us to outer and inner being, and at the same time allowing us to fully experience the awesome nature of the infinite spiritual realm that surrrounds us.
And the next:
What is in your heart today that you would fight for, give your life for?
Have you ever felt a passion for someone or something within you that was so great you would fight for it?
Think about it. Who or what lights the fire in your soul.
For what or for whom, would you be willing to embrace that battle?
Today is Bannockburn Day? On this day, the
people of Scotland celebrate their victory under the
command of Robert Bruce over the English in the Battle
of Bannockburn in 1314. Each year the Scottish National
Party commemorates the battle with a march to
Bannockburn field from Stirling town centre. There then
follows a laying of a wreath at the statue of Robert
Bruce and then a rally.
For the whole story on the sequence of the battle please visit below:
“Don’t be afraid to go out on a limb. That’s where the
— H. Jackson Browne
“All you need is LOVE. But a little CHOCOLATE now and
then doesn’t hurt.” — Charles M. Schulz
I think sometimes there isn’t enough CHOCOLATE in the world to produce the same feeling I would get, being with ____; NO substitute or consolation prize known to man.
Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE chocolate.
I am sorry, there are just some things CHOCOLATE CAN’T do that LOVE CAN.
Yet, they say that CHOCOLATE is supposed to produce natural opiates in the brain to give the similar feeling of euphoria, as we find in our feelings of LOVE.
CHOCOLATE contains approximately 380 known chemicals, so it’s no wonder it’s difficult to figure out why CHOCOLATE is such a favorite treat. And who’s to say that it’s only one or two things in CHOCOLATE that cause us to feel happy? Many of the chemicals in chocolate are found in other foods, yet we don’t buy heart-shaped bananas to show that special someone that we care for them.
” When you’re in LOVE you can’t fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams”
— Dr. Seuss
I would much rather have the real thing than the dream…. or CHOCOLATE.