the big bad world and small God sent miracles

You know, the world's not always a nice place: there's forest conflagarations, tsunamis, wars, pestilience and all sorts of nature induced epidemics- some made worse due to man's sheer selfishness and stupidity. And of course, the people that inhabit this world along side me can be real idiots, bastards and well, basically, not so nice. The world's not always a pretty place with beautiful things happening.

Then, God makes you take all that back when he gives you small miracles. Small beautiful miracles. Like Joan's little baby girl whom my sister and I think is one of the cutest babies we have seen.



Joan: I'd visit but a down with a bout of gastric flu so will do so another time. But big hugs to you three and kisses to you and Clare. Think Terence will understand why he only gets the hug. :)

the broken road

I've loved this song for a long while ever since I heard it on the radio the first time I was in the states. Never knew who sang it, never even remembered what the whole song said, never really listened to the lyrics.

I do now.

I never really knew what the song was about till now.

Yes, God, bless the broken road.

Bless The Broken Road by Rascal Flatts

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

a million candles

I've seen the ad on TV and now my sister's got this on her blog. Went to see the site and appalled at how many more candles need to be lit. Go light one. Please.

http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/

lines

Too much. Too much. Too many. Too many.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop.
Please know when to draw the line.
Its getting too hard to handle.
What suppose to be really fun is no longer.
So please....

d

r

a

w

thelinethelinethelinethelinethelinethelinethelinethelinethelinethelinethelinetheline

i should know better

I can't do this alone.
I won't do this alone.
I shouldn't have to even be in this position.
You have always chosen what suits you most.
Picked the manner that best fits your plans.
Even when you compromised, with far too many terms.
And fine prints.
And exit clauses.
And passive demands.
Done my best to be level headed; as collected as possible.
Tolerated.
Endured.
Done my best to hold things together.
You have no idea what its like to manage a spider web.
Or what it feels like to always walk on eggshells.
To feel like giving it all up;
To fight to keep a strong front;
To smile and pretend.
You promised to make things better.
And for a while I believed you did.
But it was merely to better suit your schedule.
To what's important to you.
Again.
I should have known better.

my flower pooches

We were making flowergirl headrings today- not that we got very far given the amount of time we goofed off to play with the dogs and all. If they had better manners and were better behave, it would be totally adorable as flower pooch and ring pup. But they are not, so too bad. Still, they are so cute aren't they?

eating cake

I'm truly sorry that you can't always have your cake and eat it.
This is one of those times.
But, nonethless...
I'll get you the cake.
Whethere you choose to eat it, or enjoy doing so...
That's up to you.

being a girl (part II)

What is our greatest fear?

Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,
but that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
We ask ourselves:
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking-
So that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.

And, as we let our own light shine,
we consciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

- Marianne Willimson, "A return to love"

being a girl (Part I)

Over the last few weeks particularly, for some reason, I've found myself involved in many "gendered" conversations. Its not mainly male bashing as some of you might assume, but really logical and rational discussions about being a girl, how things are different for guys and all that other stuff. A friend of mine posted this up a some days back. I can imagine all the guys reading this will be going "yeah right..." and all the other things-guys-would-say-stuff. But this is for the girls: think you girls will understand. :)

Why Do Little Girls? Lyrics
By: Harry Chapin, Living Room Suite

Why did the little girls grow crooked
While the little boys grow tall
The boys were taught to tumble
The girls told not to fall

The girls answered the telephone
The boys answered the call
That's why little girls grew crooked
While the little boys grew tall

Why did the little girls grow crippled
While the little boys grow strong
The boys allowed to come of age
The girls just come along
The girls were told sing harmonies
The boys could all sing songs
That's why little girls grew crippled
While little boys grew strong

Why did the little girls come broken
While the little boys came whole
The little boys were set aflame
The girls told to fan the coals
The boys all told to be themselves
While the girls were told play the roles
That's why little girls came broken
While little boys came whole

Why were the little girls made frightened
To be just what they are
The boys were told to ask themselves
How high how far
The girls were told to reach the shelves
While the boys were reaching stars
That's why little girls were frightened
To be just what they are

And still they bled for us all
As the moon rode the sky
They carried our seed
When our need ran high
They fed all our children
In the night as they cried
Womankind wept
As mankind died

Why were the little girls left hurtin'
When all the boys were done
And the girls left in the moonlight
When the boys went to meet the sun
And when the girls were open
Why had the little boys all won?
That's why little girls were hurtin'
When the little boys were done

Why did the little girls grow crooked
While the little boys grew tall
It's maybe because the little boys
Didn't ever have to grow up at all

a man came up with this, I'm sure of it.

the selfish gene

I've personally never really read the book of the same title but I do know they are cautious to remind us that our gene's act "selfishly" not out of a conscious endevor but by insticnt (self-preservation and all that jazz...). Something about it being part of Darwinian evolutionary yah-dah yah-dah yah-dah and how its the fundamental "point" of all genes to self-preserve and to survive.

Thing is, I firmly believe some of us are born with genes that actually cause us to be more selfish than others. Experts coin pretty words like egocentrism and narcissism and bunch of other -isms in a bid to use science-y words to make things sound better. Other experts say its the innate resilience in some people that make them go-getters and trend-setters. Still more go street and say that its about time "I got mine".

The fact is, some of us are just plain selfish innately, biologically, like its ingrained in our nature. Its like a congenital diesease with no cure. And I firmly believe that while many of us make a conscious effort to be giving and obligatory giving and sharing, nature always wins out. I truly believe, that only a life-changing event (death, births... etc) can ever hope to change a person like that. So, while its bad that some people are oblivious to the fact that they have this "birth defect" its worse if a person is aware of his "defect" and celebrates it. I know, some will say, its self-love, self-acceptance and all explain it away using all sorts of other fancy mancy terms. Oh please... *rie rolls her eyes*

Just remember, you reap what you sow.
Karma baby, karma...