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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.

I asked my family if I was unlikable, I asked the dishes and newspapers, asked my morning tea and sadding– heart. Yeah Sadding. Like Madding Crowd. 

This morning, I looked at images from 2016, and most of them were images of loneliness. Someone somewhere was either hurtful or being hurt. Where are the dancers and restaurateurs ? The movers and shakers are all earthquake or badder news. You must pardon my grammer, its the way I feel today.

What makes a person Rude ? ss-161216-yip-18_d9b16fd06c848a2e90e3d649508758d6-nbcnews-ux-1024-900

What makes a nation Rude  ?
Why is there hate enough to birth students of Hate ? I do not know, but look at the pictures. There’s a few left, waiting for Hope


I’m ashamed to even complain of small insults …. …


What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee

We spare no one, nothing, to bless our own business

The day will come, only the dead will be envied. ss-161216-yip-17_d1a89f3c20634ba4f5070806a97c45d2-nbcnews-ux-1024-900

Are we prepared ? Sure, this isn’t about Christmas trees. Should it ?

It’s a ‘ madding crowd ‘  like T/ Harding said. 🙂 We ache for Laughter. We are thirsty for real food, we hurt for naked joys – we are beggars of joy, peace. Sellers of smiles, agents of change like never before. We do not mean to be Rude. We just dont know any other way to get through the day.  There are ravines between us. Misunderstanding. Gossip. Evil schedules, agenda. we murder with sweet tongues. ss-161216-yip-43_b9bc04da4ce709297b898c6d66a0781c-nbcnews-ux-1024-900

These are the days we should cherish though. Colours have never been this beautiful. Movies, music, books, people, speeches – they are all pretty moving.

We as a human race are more sensitive than ever before, more shaken, more privileged, more torn, more wise, more expressive, more cunning, shrewd, street smart, savvy, we are sharper, richer, faster, we are at our most beautiful, yes we are….

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Gift me a Smile, that I may give another today. I seem to have run out of Apps.



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5 am day 3 pray

In the Quiet, Peace arrested me. 

Here there are no words or requests, just a being, a balance between things you know and do not. A willingness to see more, but after a while my eyes shut so tight I could not see. That was, is the real me, unwilling.

How strong my will is, did you ever guess, how strong.
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Wh -aaat ?

At the Music shop everything stood silent ; everything except chords within. Have you heard your soul sing ? Almost against your wish ?  Haven’t you ?

C’mon, Your soul – it raved, ranted, fought, wept, swore when ever it could, would. But then again it sang when it willed. When the tide turned, when it hit rock or sky, it soared like an eagle on wings you never knew you curled within, yes there – right there…

then it sang.

The words startle, shove you off the  cliff, off the shelf you built over the years, flings you off your fortress, your strongholds – It sings for you with words never uttered, chords untouched just lying there waiting wanting plucking at your throat. This morning as I write this there’s music in my skin seeping through as if that were normal. As if there’s more to a planet than sunrise and mortal joys. I don’t know much but this is getting clear – we have soul buddy, we have soul. And that soul has gates waiting to be opened …

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Stunning pictures

Images are forever


do not let pornography spoil it


( and these yukky ads too !)



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PiCourtesy RayCatcher

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















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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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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 ?

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 gfit 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 ourself..
( Not in connect with what was just wrtitten here, but as I posted the above artwork in Pastels , 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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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-



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Last night I committed suicide..


I hung up my pride and coat of arms, my self-righteous side and false humilities that melted me in the wrong directions…

the rope was taut, the noose strong enough to dislocate my mind from fool’s paradise : illusions. And the ” I ” in me, the myopic  ” I ” , died.

We buried us and jumped back out of dead skin – I am a new creation. Old things have passed away, all is new. ALL is new. All IS new. All is NEW. Believe that ? I do. Yayyyyyyyyyyy.

I did, for the first time – believe one can rise again, but die first : to old ways and structure :  Patterns I thought were goodies.

What an indescribable moment to lose oneself to gain. Deep within. Where none can see. Don’t tell me this is hard to understand. We hide enough in the recesses of ourself. We hide anger and we stalk other people. We are vicious inside our sweet grins, and you think no one knows ? YOU do. You know what you deny yourself : that power to rise every time you die.

Every time.

There is no limit to this rising.


But I never ‘ put to death’ anything before, the way I last night. No more cringing,. No more abuse. No more taking offense. (Yes Shikin – I’ve changed. Try me, and stop stalking. You’re only hurting your own self-esteem).

And as we returned from the dead place, I heard that Still Small Voice whisper, yet again…

” Can you hear that ?”

It was the Universe singing. And I used to think we were just 7 billion. I used to think I was alone. Different. Indifferent. What a waste of time to believe false prophecies. Especially the ones we allow, inside.




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Hanging upside from the sky, I…

saw the world :








(University of the People)

(University of the People)

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