What is to give light must endure burning, a man once said
Another man became the matchstick that set a nation aflame
But fire, and its appetite, cannot be calculated, like freedom
Injustice and desperation make men combustible, like dry wood
When words lose their meaning
and an entire people their voice –
so they can neither laugh nor scream –
death and life begin to taste the same
From Tunis, to Egypt, to Libya to Yemen
the light from a burning man proved catching
And those with nothing to lose, or offer, but bodies
fanned the embers of their hopes into a blazing dream.
"What is to Give Light" by Yahia Lababidi
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Wendell E. Berry, noted poet, essayist, novelist, farmer, and conservationist, delivers the 41st Jefferson Lecture in the Humanities, entitled “It All Turns on Affection,” from the Concert Hall of The John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts on April 23rd, 2012. Mr. Berry is introduced by Jim Leach, Chairman of The National Endowment for the Humanities (NEH), and preceded by a reading by novelist, short story writer, and fellow Kentuckian Bobbie Anne Mason of Berry’s poem “VI” from his collection Leavings. Please go to http://www.neh.gov/news/2012-jefferson-lecture-wendell-berry for more details and complete video of his Jefferson Lecture.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Simba, the lion in the clip, has ran away from his past and rightful place as king due to the evil tricks of his uncle Scar. Rafiki, the wise elder, wants him to step into his own power and return to save the kingdom from Scar and his destruction. Wisdom in a simple yet effective way; a beautiful cartoon.
Monday, May 21, 2012
'If Socrates leaves his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend.' Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
-James Joyce from his novel Ulysses
-James Joyce from his novel Ulysses
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Friday, May 18, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Life becomes a splatter painting. Colors just sprayed across a canvas. It's been building layers and colors all our life. Drops of blue for the sadness due to the death of a cherished family pet. Sprays of green for the freedom of days spent playing in the river and lying in the sun. Each color is unique to the individual. Stepping back, I look at the art I have created. So many colors, so many emotions. Each day is a new piece. Put them side by side; do they look any different? It's both how you live your life and how you are affected by the splatters of others. So, in the end, we're all just creating a giant painting. I wonder what it looks like.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Become aware of awareness itself. Treat the "objects of awareness" as content within awareness - coming and going as they will. Such a practice opens up understanding of the changing qualities of awareness. These qualities act as "filters" coloring the objects of awareness. Furthermore, an "object of awareness" can be physical, mental, spiritual, or awareness itself. The separation of subject and object (observer and observed) may occasionally break down, developing into Oneness.
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
It's frightening to feel the full extent of a negative emotion. There is uncertainty about what will happen once we choose to feel again. Instead of facing it though, we close ourselves off from the emotion to avoid the pain. Remember when you were young and terrified of the dark? It's uncertainty frightened us; the fear of the unknown. It would paralyze us; even getting up to turn on the light seemed like an unconquerable task. If we got out of bed, what we feared would inevitably get us as we walked the fifteen feet from our bed to the nightlight. So, we'd lay in bed, hoping that we would either be able to muster up the bravery to turn on the light or fall asleep quicker. This same dance would happen again and again, night after night. One night, my mom forgot to turn on my nightlight and I was trapped in the dark. As I lay in bed hoping it would magically turn on again, I did something which I had been so terrified to do; I got up and tiptoed towards the switch and turned it on. A few months later, after repeating this process, I didn't need the light anymore to feel safe. I knew that while there were still things that might be unknown, I would be able to face them. Everyone turns and keeps the light on at some point in their life; it keeps us feeling safe from emotional harm. But, by turning off the light and being brave, you will finally be able to conquer the dark.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Saturday, May 05, 2012
Friday, May 04, 2012
When a bubble pops, it's either followed by laughter or by sadness. When we are young, we laugh while we pop bubbles; the pure joy of simply popping the bubbles which surround us. Then at a certain age, we get surrounded by a bubble which can be 'popped' by others. "Thanks for popping my bubble!" This usually causes sadness. Be young again and laugh when your bubble pops. It shows you a new direction and helps you realize that you were never stuck in a bubble to being with.