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The Age of Rude ?

She stared through my face as if she never saw me –  stunned, I waited. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I was expecting too much, but the woman wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. It was as if I did not exist.

The next day we met again, this time in an auditorium. She talked to everyone else, but not even a nodding good-morning hint at me, as if I weren’t there.  These were new family friends, not even distant relatives, no histories exchanged. No I hadn’t stolen her best dress at school, no I wasn’t an artist rival, nothing. She was a mom like me, a citizen of this same earth, but she wouldn’t look at me.

Its possible she was just tired, or thought I had nothing of use to say to her, or be. Is possible she was having a bad day, is possible she was ill, is possible she didn’t like my face, or hairstyle, or work.

But the question followed me all day and night, it stood there between my mirror and me the next morning, it sat in my toothpaste and hair brush, my shoes and sandwich.

 

This morning, I looked at images from around the world images of waiting….
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What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee

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Stunning pictures

Images are forever

please,

do not let pornography spoil it

please…

( and these yukky ads too !)

 

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HELD BY A PROMISE

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PiCourtesy RayCatcher

(INSPIRED by indrani ” Lovely captures. I liked the pupas, they hold a promise! )

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i HOLD FOR I AM HELD

INVISIBILITY BLINDS,

CONFINES, UH ..

WHAT AM I

WHY MY LINGERING BREATH

OF LIFE,

WHO ELSE KNOWS

WITHIN THIS CRUSHING,

A KNOWLEDGE GROWS,

I HOLD ON

TO WHAT HOLDS.

WHAT HOLDS.

 

innerdialects &RayCatcher

 

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Our most cruel offender…

” But you must have a good time!” the woman said as we walked out of her little house by the dried lake, a home filled with her late husband’s pictures and souvenirs…

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Thresholds. Oil RN

Jasi Macwana knew Japan like a pet rabbit, had friends from Greece, and Canada and Amsterdam. For the first few moments you would think she was making up a few things, but Jasi had not been a Navy bride for nothing. She had also not lost so much for nothing. (Her words).

I listened with all I had, to the pure joy of this woman.  “No pictures please,” Jasi added firmly (name changed), but you must have a good time..”

Why the emphasis? Was my face sad? Did she see pity in my eyes? I had come in here with my uncle and aunt visiting our city; Jasi was their friend. She insisted we meet again, so I visited a week later not really knowing what to talk about, or ask. The nice thing was she did all the talking, though it hurt to watch her smile through still apparent grief.

There are somethings one will never know right away I guess. As I write this post, I know now, when things happened to Jasi : widowhood, loss of various kinds, she did the one thing human beings do when Life changes. She changed. She let go, with the Faith that she was not alone, that God was with her…

Yeah we know all these things, but to actually “DO” it, to activate the New things that will happen: shift of house and address, change of friends, acceptance of current status, memories re-visited with sweetness not bitter…

“How long did it take you Jasi? “I asked.

She was quiet. Her face filled with quiet tears, memories and somethings I have no names for. After what felt like 10 minutes, she softly said, “It takes a while. But you decide to have a good time, you must take care of yourself too. You are that friend you’ve got, this body is a temple of the Living God. You cannot abuse it by giving up, you must not steal its’ right to a beautiful Life..”

Then she gave me a small print red leather, slightly used Bible (I have many at home, I love the Bible, for me its Numero Uno Best Seller, but I accepted Jasi’s gift with a humility that was new. I am knocked out by her passion for life. Her thirst for peace with herself, and the world now given to her, her love for God who is to her, very very real;

as I write this, one sentence stands out, “You are the Temple of the Living God… ”  (not a sentence you can get over in a hurry 🙂

 Am stunned at our power to de-value / desecrate our-self,
and at how we could stall our own healing.
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(Not in connect with what was just written here, but as I posted the above artwork, I found Daniel R’s comment and it stalled me > Daniel has passed on to the other world this year, and I salute the brave warm and wonderful man he will always be. Thank you Daniel Russell for this comment I somehow never replied to on FB> Forgive me, thank you, and a hug for being so inspiring, always…
Daniel Russell This is a very Unique Style of Art Work. Its all your own! I love it!
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remembering people left behind, and how brave they are,
innerdialects

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Best thing I’ve read on the net recently!

I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing.
Visit our Page -► ツ Amazing Facts & Nature ツ ◄- For more.Photo: I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing.</p><p>Visit our Page -► ツ Amazing Facts & Nature ツ ◄- For more.</p><p>When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done.</p><p>The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness.</p><p>But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.</p><p>They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he'd temporarily been disconnected: "I AM GOOD".</p><p>Share with friends and family.When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done.
The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness.
But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.
They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he’d temporarily been disconnected: “I AM GOOD”.

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This One Thing

This one thing, I seek,

dear God, stretch me,

reach me, over bars, bend

my mind, my body and soul

beyond our limits,

our paradoxes and little rods,

fall me into your sky,

hold me above indifference,

dearest dearest, esp. that villian unbendable-

Indifference.

Indifference.

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Hanging upside from the sky, I…

saw the world :

 

Differently

Difference

Differences

Indifferent

Differ

I

(University of the People)

(University of the People)

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Amazing ‘dead leaf mimic ‘

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110528 新竹 觀霧 043 雙色美舟蛾 Uropyia meticulodina (Photo credit: enyagene)

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Would you look at this little rascal moth ? Now why would he do that – defense, prank,preying on victim,social skill,brain wave, creative gift, business strategy, board room syndrome, health-issue, chronic fatigue, sleep-addict, humor, relaxation technique, ‘ adult ‘ behaviour, learned skill, age-acquired-deficiency, low attention span…. what ?

Mimic, eh.

I’m looking close at me……

Uropyia Meticulodina moth, Native to China and Taiwan.Adults are amazing dead leaf mimics.
image via:http://rebloggy.com/post/insect-moth-trickart/31863758230/Planet Earth Phenomenon

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Soul Ballet 2

 

I bow to the differences we share,

my respect for your mind, grows,

we are so alike in our multiplicity

it can confuse us both, but please,

stay. Then,

we can meet.

 

ArtPics – Photography

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Finding my keys

Ukrainian Musical Instrument

Ukrainian Musical Instrument (Photo credit: Canadian Pacific)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taya plays too many musical instruments for one human, that young, but when you get close and read between the lines you see he has been to at least 7 countries and met so many people. Which really does not explain all his musical instruments, still, it explains a few things :

 

the way Taya listens. With curiosity and humility, I have not seen that before.

 

With tolerance and anticipation.

 

With appetite for more, as if you had something to offer he needed. We talked about flowers and illusions, cats, dogs, voting, national highways and tourist destinations. He loves Tibet, forests and the Maldive islands where he wrote his new batch of songs, he says.

 

“Creation is a great big musical instrument, like an organ : we need to find its keys…”

 

 

 

Did he just make that up…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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