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I’ve loved You, India…

Ganga

(Photo credit: Pushkar V)

I’ve breathed You

everyday; years!

‘I Loved you..’

your startled Sky, blushed Suns

Fields of rye and scorn,

ganga arathi..

ganga arathi.. (Photo credit: arjunv)

or

Homes like mine:

mystery and magic, chaos and peace

marching thru’ my streets;

I’ve stared, leaned on your Sill

touched a Universe here,

one in a billion, I am among your

eons of Song, of Ganga stream and temples of

stone. History. Bells. Feet. Steps. Sands.Sacrifice

and wrong. I have loved You before, as a child that wore Your Skin

Your eyes, kohl and grace, a Race we both and all

Taj Mahal, Agra, India. Deutsch: Taj Mahal im ...

Taj Mahal, Agra, India. Deutsch: Taj Mahal im indischen Agra. Español: Vista del Taj Mahal, Agra, India. Français : Le Taj Mahal, à Âgrâ, en Inde. Русский: Мавзолей Тадж-Махал, Агра, Индия. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

must run –

thru’ Acres of Indian creed

Need. Our Pulse is myriad, but

One. I have loved You before; back then, when I spoke as a child

loved too, like one.

Now am grown, my eyes see differently. I must lean close, hold

closer – I weep easy, break, die, heal easier  ? I want to. Need to.

I’ve loved You before, but nothing like how I love You

now.

Bell

Bell (Photo credit: lokesh molakalmuru)

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Where? The mind without fear ?*

And the  head is held high? Where Knowledge, free ?                     

Where? A world  not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls?

Where tireless striving stretches its Arms toward  perfection :

where the clear stream of Reason, has not lost Its way

into the dreary desert sands of dead habit,

into that heaven of Freedom my Father,

let my country awake;

where Words come out from the depths of Truth …?

( from * Rabindranath Tagore)

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There is so little we know about each other

English: Black Swan, Lake Monger, 2010.

Rare black swan : There is so little we know about each other

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us…. .” Marianne Williamson, see belowSimulated gravitational lensing (black hole go...
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1.

 

 

It is okay,

to be afraid,

say I  am ready to Unlearn;

hey,

I never succeeded as another inter- Genre Experiment.

I am my own:

a bit of you,

My first Black Tulip

I am who I am ( Black Tulip: Power&Strength)

and  Him. And This.

It is okay,

to walk away from destruction : what is there that

we do not  know; even  Unborn Foetus- Bone-

and- Skin display Our Sin :

Who inherits these Crimes We Play,

Who Inhale what We Decay?

Our Babies wear this War

or Peace.

Uh- oh.

 

 

 

2.

 

Is it good  to not Up-date? ( Change , re-arrange ) ?

What is  ” Never Not Too Late,

What is, ” ..never not an option,

to  not search: Us, Him, We, Me..?”

Together We Feast, We die alone, this I know;

de-linked, Links:

We

are not just Culture- Cores,

we are Mixed Tribe – Manicure-ers of Feet

of Clay.

Blood – Ash Indifference.

……….

 

 

 

3.

Oh Lord,  today I saw It in the  Human face :

Excuses,Short cuts;

-Head-Bangers’ Camp-Relief- Art-lorn

Rights’ Commissions-ala – prettily dressed porn –

what goes around comes around – where

where

am I ?

I saw It Lord, took a while:

They said It had gone

with Education and Time,

e’en Soul-Soothe-Galleries and  Tangent- Rhyme;

but It is There, It is Here,

blunt  Black and White and no Debate :

the opposite of Love,

is a fallen Place;

3.

Seen  three Things today,

*  Of Lies & Gore, am blissed-unafraid :

*  That the opposite of Love is not Hate.

*  And how I saw Indifference, in my face.

In my Face.

…..

A Love Hate Masquerade

Image via Wikipedia The opposite of Love is not Hate : it is Indifference

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Each of us, everyone, has a Story to Tell, 

if you would share, say ; if you care,

read on

Thank youChweetzzz!

A 24 year old boy looking out from the train’s window shouted, “Dad, look the trees are going behind!”
Dad  ( an old man ) smiled and a young couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24 year old’s childish behavior with pity, suddenly he again exclaimed, “Dad, look the clouds are running with us!” .
The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man, “Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor?”
The old man smiled and said, “I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.”
Black Swan Lake

Black Swan Lake (Photo credit: epSos.de) Each of us 7 billion and some, has a story. Getting to understand each, might scare,encourage,delight,shock,bore, thrill us to pieces; the truth will surprise...

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The Tulip nebula and Cygnus X-1 black hole" What is Man that You are mindful of him ; or the son of man, that You have visited him ...?"

" What is Man that You are mindful of him ; or the son of man, that You have visited him ...?"

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Loneliness the world’s most lethal place ?


Birthing of a star

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MY DAY WITH SUREKA  AGED 15 ? No records given to me to work with at that time, except this :

All Foster care had proved unsuccessful ;  she needed Medicare, but as concerned persons had asked for help, could I spend an hour with her/ an hour a day ? They were looking for any glimmer of Hope. The girl was intelligent, slightly abusive and please keep sharp objects or even a glass of water away from arms reach … ?

Hey I’d seen worse. Or so I thought.

” Sure, ” I replied, ” Just tell her I am someone’s mom here, waiting for the midday bell maybe..”

( Yeah tell her some of us have lived  thru’ the country’s worst riot, lived in some strange places, could walk bare feet almost  anywhere, have  breakable heart but …  love kids. Unconditionally, but ! That we are also a little ragged about the edges and in need of holiday; were shifting city and schools. With kids of our own at home each in varying shades and tones of Change and a pet cat that had gone missing and everyone was in official mourning, so could Ms Too- hot – to – handle, could you please spare me too many histrionics as I was getting unpredictable myself ?  )

Giraffe

One tall Giraffe grinned at me off the pillar to my left. Hmmmm those height giraffes. MArking off inches. Was I still 5'4" ? Johann was... ? 3 feet?Giraffe (Photo credit: gaco79) ..............................................

I was in the Library, (at school with my child of ”  Happy Feet and Fingers,”  as we called him at home ) ; had volunteered so now was working on their Editorial page and twenty odd photographs to collage into 70 + pages ;  dying for a cup of coffee. It was a hot summers’ day and so quiet you could hear the Comp !  Hoped Shashi would come by and show me some ropes with this : Computers were such bullies : they  ‘ lose’  pages you did not ” save” / commands you did not command! ………………………….god lives in yu - treo_062809_002_web

We love Friends!

contd.......................................................................I ( I hope you 're getting the lines that've somehow gotten in here. Didn't i warn you I was E_ Challenged ? Electronically challenged ? Yes you need Grace, strength, your own peace and wit, to cope with me...:)).............................................................................................................................. .Time goes I tell you. Goes goes goes.... By the time I stopped craving for that coffee, she walked in kohl smeared eyes, at least 7 hair clips and Angelina Jolie lips.

Three seconds later she was in the blue plastic chair across, giving me the twice over, half-smile and , ” So whats a softie like you, doing in a place like this, uh?”

Where’s the accent from, Sureka? ” I asked trying hard not to feel scared. The girl terrified me. I knew if I looked in her records there’d be history of violence. I was NOT in the mood for any of that.

Oh ? SO we haven’t met! I’m from the U. S. of A…  course my third foster home dumped me. Good riddance to bad rubbish you know,.. was tired of cleaning up all their dog poo.  Oh you don’t understand ? Dog  wee-wee  and  the likes ! Ha Ha !”

I carefully took out the two yellow covered drawing books Mm. Bhanu Jaya had sent over, in case I needed them. These were indispensable conversation fillers. No, they were conversation on their own. Unlimited places of discovery and tracing, re-tracing steps into yesterday, today… places we store within.

Babes you wanna  smile ? Don’t look so scared of me…”Where dear Lord had she learnt to speak that way ?

..Her eyes were oblong shimmering pieces of glass. The tears came an hour later, as the worst story I had heard up to that time spilled thru her long fingers systematically breaking up crayon, tearing pages, banging her head against the wall behind her, slamming the table into her ribs..Coffee time came and went. Mme Bhanu peeked in at the door and tiptoed away. By lunch hour there was that silence in the library with Giraffe grinning down at us :  the girl finally smiled thru her mascara streaked face.” Stop staring, willya ?”  ” You need all that make up ?”  ” Sure. U have a problem ?” Her tone was casual, as if she didn’t care.

I shrugged, Enough had been said. As we packed up to leave she said,  ” Know what Ms Ray ? U think they didn’t tell me nothn about you huh ? I do my homework darling…” She sounded like an older person, so much older than I was.She was warming up.

Hope

Hope (Photo credit: bitzcelt)

 “So, they tell me about you and your son and everything, and the reason why I shared some with you is that, see I need you to know this : I can help your son. Maybe just…talk you know. He don’t need Mama all  the time around him telling him to mind his manners see. Not that you mayn’t be a  grrrrreat Ma darlin. Wish I could come along to your place too see. And I mean like forevah. ..”

Did I imagine a catch in her throat. ” So. We help each other, k ? You teach me to paint. I teach your son to just walk without jumping.” It was business at its best. She was smiling at me like Kill. Then she leaned up real close and whispered, her voice was like razors rasping on stone.   Okay, don’t  freakn freak, k? Would you have a cig. Mom ? Shit no. Figured. Your face too virgin! U’ve been to nowhere the likes of me, Ray. Uhhh what I’d give for a smoke.”               

                                                                                    

She smiled gently and my heart broke.Angelina jolie

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( Truth as it hit me square in the jaw  :  There are things we  do not know. Not if we are of the  same culture, family, or Time zone… Or not. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

THIS IS AN ENDLESS POST !  MAY WISH TO LOOK AT THIS AS PAGE 2

II.

We worked together for two months.

Sureka is currently with people better skilled than I am to care for her  ; there is more to recovery than sweet words can do.

A family was willing to take her home and they did come to me for a while. They loved her they said and I pray every one concerned does their best. Waits for each other. Gets Help. Breathes. Doesn’t overload others with their baggage, if possible. Allowing each to bruise themself now and then, pick up their own pieces when they can. erggghhhh and yet !

Has Hobbies. Holidays. Is not afraid to walk alone. Tries new friends. And some caring friends. Even unusual types.

Gets an education. Does NOT believe every statistic; every thing they say, write, feel. Not even our own feelings. From old people /  the very young/  the ill/ folks who’ve been there and back. Get out of that shut in room, into the sunshine. Where there are people just like us. Or someone hoping we will drop by.

Get a life. A new Life ! Dress up ( gosh try ) at least once a week.Talk to a neighbour. esp someone we dislike. Be a little silly if we can help it. Make memories. Doesn’t take money to do all that. Go back to childhood, the things that we needed to be fulfilled :

hey we haven’t changed all that much, except that we forgot what we used to want. We changed with the Times, and the Ads that came with the times. We changed when we saw other peoples’ green fields and maybe began t blame our donkey for eatn up all our reserves. Maybe the donkey is the best thing that happened to us.

I have a donkey story that brought Bethlehem home and shall post one day. Am I rambling ? Yes I am. A Ramble is a virtual carefree walk thru the valley of the shadow of dreams and maybe despair.Maybe.                                                                                                                                             But once am thru, am hoping this will be useful.

Editorial Girly Pop // Verao 2012 @ Sul Fashio...

credit: HiperFashion Estúdio Criativo) this so looks like Sureka,just think 14..15, and 5'2" or less... Angelina J. I hope you don't mind this

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The Mind is a Scarily fantastic place; we scream to be understood. Not just ” Challenged ” people,  Sureka : abandoned as a baby, foster homes, rape ; her too tight t-shirt and jeans falling right off her hip bones… What I can never forget is how she was with my little son who still hadn’t figured how to walk straight.   A blind hyperactive child, needs help with learning how to walk like others he cannot see. Head-banging Sureka would walk him up and down the stairs, run across the field… tell him he was sweet, she even told him his mother was pretty.Hey whatever that sounds like, up to that point I’d never thought Johann might want to know that detail.

” So, they tell me about you and your son and everything, and the reason why I shared some with you is that, see I need you to know this : I can help your son. Maybe just…talk you know. He don’t need Mama all  the time around him telling him to mind his manners see. Not that you mayn’t be a  grrrrreat Ma darlin. Wish I could come along to your place too see. And I mean like forevah. ..”

Cover of "Happy Feet (Full Screen Edition...

Cover of Happy Feet (Full Screen Edition)

Walking into other people’s lives is tricky business.

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Moment ( of Terrible-ness)  DON’T WANT TO CONFESS AM GOOFING THIS UP !!! 

Wish I  had some other kind of predictable existence. A 9-5 paid job, with annual holiday… anything but looking too deeply into anothers’ eyes. Uh. It’s a dangerous thing to dance with Stars. Ay can get hot. Is it ? Would I do this all over again ? No ?

Okay. Stay with Predictable ? The Safe and wise ? Not chase demons ? Where everything we learnt in college and backwards to kindergarten, Hymns/ Scripture/ Prayers/ Degree/ Work experience… ever acquired is put to test…?

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Into the second month, one noon Sureka told me I was  ” %)(*&%^@”… and ” BJH*^&*%$ !!”.

Her   eyes were pools of pain, thru the medication and blue tinged marks in her skin. This was where angels would fear to tread. Could a prayer help? I came home and fell into my pillow.

JUST DO ONE THING AT  A TIME : DO WHAT YOU CAN DO.  The words grew louder and louder.They never left.They never will. Its a choice we make. To love, unconditionally.

Not just the officially  ” Challenged and handicapped ” of the Earth. But those that hurt children, or their parents. Those that would not stop to respect each others’ destiny. Those of us guilty of aborting each others’ missions. Guilty of Rage. It was seeping into me, from off her skin : after all I was doing for her, look at that face of ingratitude staring back at me,  Its Lips curled with a venom only known to the human race. So what if she had it bad ? I did too. Ah Rage, Pride, and the Outrage of not being said Thanks to ! A mega Burger dripping with the mayonnaise of Human Blindness.  I bite into it, relishing every bite.

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Later I would remember times when such rage from an older person, had shrivelled me up. Pathetic buds trapped in a winter that stole in too soon. Fields of rice crumpling up in thunder – happy monsoon. Christ must have shuddered. I’m not You, wish I could be, but am not. No patience of Job, no dare of Daniel, we just want normal existence and each of us have some happy moments to give back to the earth . Is that too much to ask… say ? He was not saying anything. It would come later. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

After I ached to give it back to her ; the hateful words spat out at me : the yearning to give right up and tell her she was hopeless and a freak! That she deserved what she got, cuz hey I saw what she did yesterday. There was cunning behaviour ; lies, manipulation… yeah yeah Iknow, the girl needed help H E L P… came back home and one of my own did a mean turn. I saw Sureka all over their face. So ! It was the way of humanity uh ? I mean just everybody go to h ….!!! Is what I wanted to say. Wanted to walk.   ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

 ” U dont have to LOVE just yet. Just work thru this, if thats what you’re here to do.”

The words formed a sort of life jacket and pulled me thru that.

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LIBERATES ! When am ready to quit. It’s okay to take a break. Change course if need be, but where is this going ? Do I  love this ?  Never mind. Is it getting results ? If you love yourself,  never give up. Your friend , whatever it is that motivates.

It pays off. Has. In my home, and so many lives around and people I’ve constantly learned from. Me, I am  learning  from my mistakes. The errors of hot-tempered pepper head !  How many years of learning ahead ? Gettn tired of too much learning here. Yeah I know. We all know. Reality does n’t just bite its got sting tail and sweet social poison. Go out with your challenged kid, or a bunch of them, go on. Last time I pretended to be blind on a train… there were four fabulous people, and one that looked at me with such repulsion. and I can just remember that one face.. where was I  ?

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Ah. Dont have to Love just yet just work thru.

IF THAT IS  WHAT YOU’RE HERE TO DO. IF THAT’S YOUR CHILD IF THAT’S YOU IF THAT’S SOMEONE YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE WITH IF YOU CAN WALK AWAY, PLEASE DO, THERE’S PROBABLY BETTER HELP FOR THAT CHALLENGED PERSON THAN US ; HEY THEY KNOW WHEN THEY ARE BEING DISLIKED (DONT WE ALL? I’m feeling better : ( sometimes this : ” love your neighbour” command can run riots in our live cuz we didn’t take that second half of sentence into count , ” Love your neighbour as  much as you love yourself..”) ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

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She made me look in the mirror at my ‘ … face ” as  she called it.  Was an eye opener ‘ cuz she implied she had been thru much more pain than I could guess at. Uh huh  I hadn’t been abused that way, or made to live like a maid ; I hadn’t been repeatedly abused by Medical staff supposedly helping her. I hadn’t turned into such an Exhibitionist as she was now, though heaven knew I could but for the grace of God ; I was not an illegitimate citizen, no surname ; the ones she had borrowed for a while in foster care, stood cancelled. She gave herself all kinds of names. She fantasized, had dreams like every girl. About being somebody. Esp a Star.

I carefully hugged her and said, ” Baby girl, why not, why ever not ? Forgive those people who hurt you. Let go of that and we can get on with … plans. Dreams… ”

” Yes Aunty Ray, ” she said like a demure Lil Indian girl would ; the next day I got a card, ” I WILL TRY.” ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

III Love is an expensive thing; it can tear you apart. ( Still if one is  investing in another’s’ life, asking for nothing in return. … ? If the investment were your return, and would reap you a Harvest the likes of which  no human eye had ever seen, or heart conceived, nor enter into the mind of man, would you, go there ?)  Scary,but…

TO BE CONTD.

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Last page here ?

curious giraffe is searching

curious giraffe is searching (Photo credit: harold.lloyd)Oh what a happy soul I am, Although I cannot see; I am resolved that in this world Contented I will be. How many blessings I enjoy, That other people don’t; To weep and sigh because I’m blind, I cannot, and I won’t.” Fanny Crosby blind songwriter, over 8000 songs.

Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee :

Beethoven’s great Ninth Symphony, “The Choral” 6 years to compose, totally deaf.  At the premier in 1824 the soloist had to turn the great man around to acknowledge the thunderous standing ovation, which he could not hear.

yeah tho’ I walk thru this duh ! valley of jumpetty shadows,I know there is so little I know /  so much more to understand ; that for every curse there is a blessing, and for every blessing, a rascal  telling  you you ‘re a curse to mankind  : ah  today, in the arms of the Unknown I have learnt a new song : a New Line, there is this  Letting go. Letting Life surprise us,  Lead us. To our Purpose in this World. There is not ONE SINGLE ONE OF US,  born without purpose.

If we think so, that is our loss. Our personal Tragedy. 

  • If you managed to read thru this entire Post and survived, am thrilled. I  thank you. ( Sorry again Edits still go haywire when ‘ published’, must get help. But thank you for putting up. Let me know if the black back ground makes for tough reads. Should I change Theme ? Say ? Have a great day..:)
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That blessed four letter Word!

Quiet little shouting pieces of my life, they all come together this March morning, clasped like in a child’s arms. Gardens full of flower, grass and aromas of a Life. The Greatest thing in Life is Love they said, and it takes a Life to understand that blessed four letter word :

to understand that Love is the biggest word there is  :  so many Moments involved, so many Truths and Lies;

to understand Love is perhaps to be first unloved, unlovable ;  taste the cruelty in my own tongue;

to look in the mirror; that  deep searching long look,  see the evil lurking in my own eyes ; my very own little  tails swirling out of horizon, before Grace seeps in.

Ah Grace : is that Love ?

A Tide. A stubbornly stubborn tide. Stabbing at  malice. Re arranging my Features that could so swiftly imprison me . But Nah! Love conquers. Covers, uproots. Overhauls. Changes.

Changes Me. The Core of me, this conniving heart of stone, to one of flesh. To breath again, co-exist.

To shut up all my Judges and Gossips inside ;

to be that stubborn Tide in another’s’ life.  Stabbing away at their dark demons ….

Whoa, tough. Yes, but yesterday an acquaintance killed himself. Long story. Not my fault.  I do not know the detail. No we cannot save the earth. We cannot adopt all the orphans, nor build homes for everyone. We cannot sweep all the streets nor set right wrongs.

Yet. Is it the strangest thing, the toughest, the bravest thing, to just feel Love ? To just FEEL it.

Oh to just feel it.

Could be the beginning of the building of a bridge. A doorway. Am elevator. A ladder. A pathway through.

Am just saying.

Maybe I do not know what am saying. Maybe this is idiot language. To feel love.

Maybe.

Am writing, ‘ cuz am thinking. It is the only  properly legal language I know..

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Don’t let loneliness drive you back into the arms of someone you know you don’t belong with.
Unknown quotes

“In“As long as you have life and breath, believe. Believe for those who cannot. Believe even if you have stopped believing. Believe for the sake of the dead, for love, to keep your heart beating, believe. Never give up, never despair, let no mystery confound you into the conclusion that mystery cannot be yours.”
― Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War. Flight 2″; Oil/Mixed Media on Panel; 48″x 48” (SOLD)

"Where there is love there is life."

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“The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I’ve known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone.”
― Shel Silverstein

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What did you think you were

Sooraj B

here there is need,

pain

hope

love

rejection

aspiration

cruelty

inner monsters

brilliant chaos

My sister Susie

joy

courage against all odd

peace in a storm

more storm

unjustified wrong

days of ” NEVER MIND”

silence

colours

Innersong.com Scott my awesome friend

success

hope

prayers

breaking faith

unbroken

Derk G. Wish I coul talk to you every dayyy

Fingers of God

friends

quietnesses

peace

rest

labour

Supriya what a beautiful girl you are !

beauty

respect

open doors

windows

skies

sunshine

starlight

dawn dusk

an appreciation of  Life.

… even self.

Gratitude

Esp Gratitude

for the Gift of Expression…

Dearest : everyone is an artist,

Abhrodeep M

what did you think you were..

a Stream in this desert,

of the River of Life..

That’s who you are,

 isn’t that nice ?

(if I’ve missed out on someone here, just say ; u’re there in my life, but say)

Vihann Noel Pictojournal 2012

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Winner World Press Photo: Courage of ordinary people

Thank you http://photoblog.msnbc.msn.com/_news 

The 55th annual World Press Photo Contest :  a picture by Samuel Aranda as the World Press Photo of the Year 2011 ;

Jurors said this Photo : Veiled woman holding a wounded relative in her arms after a demonstration in Yemen captured multiple facets of the “Arab Spring” uprisings across the Middle East last year,  was taken at a field hospital inside a mosque in Sanaa on October 15.

Jury chair Aidan Sullivan said: The winning photo shows a poignant, compassionate moment, the human consequence of an enormous event, an event that is still going on. We might never know who this woman is, cradling an injured relative, but together they become a living image of the courage of ordinary people that helped create an important chapter…”

Aranda, a  freelance photographer from Spain, traveled to Yemen on assignment for The New York TimesIn December he gave an interview to the newspaper about the difficulties of working in Yemen—and the warmth of its people.

“What I would really like is for this photo to help the people of Yemen,” he told The British Journal of Photography after learning of the award. “I think it’s a country that is often forgotten.”

(Winning entry was Jurors choice from 101,254 images, 5,427 photographers, from 124 participating countries … one of which /below).

Zabid, Yemen. Really a forgotten place - 1000 ...
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Fire can make Jewels..?

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=244963188914622&set=pu.159928490751426&type=1&theater

Loved these pics., thought to share :

so much left to visit, meet understand : and am thinking, there are places we will never see in this life, even each other;

so much I will never understand : why my dear friend’s husband had to go so early, why Mona has this wheelchair, when do tears stop, how do some of us heal so quick? And some cannot?

How come Timmy  smiles through the steel in his hip bones? Where does Clara J. get her funny stories in cancer ward? What on earth is going on with that family other side of our street and the wife never-never stops smiling, though I know she’s beat up every time he gets home drunk?

How does a Tiger feed piglets? ( check this link above), and humans will tear each others’ scalps if asked to share space?

When will Kamal stop grieving ? What do I say ? Isn’t it  healthy to give him space  ? Can we all go out for a movie ? Is laughter illegitimate? Should we heal that fast ? Can we reach out and dare try re-capture traces of what we used to be, before the Tsunami stole our License to live?

Am I defined by my Nation?  My culture? My husband and children ? My roots? My grandparents maternal and paternal, and their associated roots, intra-personal differences and spatial decrees?

Should I stay in my ancestral banyan Tree, should I root another? What if there are no more trees, and I had to rent a chair, a mat, a pair of Hawaii chappals, would that be me ?

Can I live and laugh again, after all our assassinations and killer-tides?

So today I planted a little Lime tree in my kitchen balcony. That is not me, and yet, she is. New. Different.

A seedling, shed of yesterday’s branch and address.

Piece of a Past, enriched.

Renewed, strengthened, to stand alone. Stand Tall. Leaning on sap that routes back to Heritage, and yet, here, tender once more,  branching out again.

Same green, but new leaf and unfurl.

Free to be.

Renewed.

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Fire can make Jewels. Okay, that’s not a new thought, but it just hit me like a flash of Lightning and thunder.

(Some of us need it I guess 🙂 Have a nice day. And may you find your Treasure, in the sands struck with lightning…

 

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The most liberating Truth

It is ( for me ) so utterly

Liberating to know I walk alone ….  (cont below…)

Cyganka 1888

Wrapt in You, R Noel, Oil painting series Storms Of Grace

Oil Painting : R Noel  2 of series Storms of Grace .

“It is  liberating to know

that  I walk alone

among a krzillion invisible chariots of fire ;

 but the most liberating of all,

is the knowledge of how little

I know, as compared to what I will

know

tomorrow.”

-innerdialect.

1 of series/ Storms of Grace RNoel oil paints Jan 26th 2012

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Photo of an oil painting palette. Photo taken ...

Inner palette 🙂

Français : humour

Inner Wikipedia :)))

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