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La memoria y el tiempo
Me he dado cuenta (ahora más, desde que vivo en Suecia) de que evito recordar. No lo hago conscientemente, pero sé que evito repasar el pasado. La primera consecuencia es muy curiosa: el tiempo se desvanece, porque la vida se compone sólo de momentos vividos, de recuerdos. Si estos desaparecen, si los arrinconas, te parecerá que apenas si has disfrutado de algún momento de emoción, alegría o tristeza. Los años parecen minutos insulsos y sin sentido.
En su poema “Queda prohibido” Neruda prohibe tener miedo a los recuerdos. Yo, por desgracia, he prohibido ese poema a mi corazón durante ya demasiado tiempo.
I read this article (http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/news/world/german-children-6-and-7-elope-for-africa/2009/01/06/1231003974064.html) today. Kids nowadays are in a hurry to grow up.
25 years ago all I thought about was the next Barbie doll I’m gonna ask for.
Youth is really wasted on the young.
Packing for the new year?
These are my ideas on what to pack:
Integrity and Good Music.
Imagination and Good Books
Open Mind and Soft Shoulder
Creativity and Spirituality
Courage and a New Bathing Suit
Crystals, a Good Pen and Chewing Gum
Door knobs (in case some doors appear closed with no apparent means of entry…always carry an extra door knob with you)
Good Wine and Good Friends
Verboten Objects ~ What to leave behind:
Maps, Whining, Bad Attitude, Brussel Sprouts, Judgemental People and unfair judgements on my part
Be On The Lookout For:
Opportunity to tell loved one:
“I Love YOU”
“You are Special”
“You are important to me”
Miracles, Angels, Sunrises, Sunsets,
Good Books, Good Music, “Good Waves, Man”
Hugs, Kisses and Macaroons,
Vintage Linens and Gin & Tonics on a hot afternoon
Crystals, Naps and Opportunities for Growth
What are you packing, what are you leaving behind and what are you going to be watching for?
Para ser feliz.
Vuelvo a mi blog, parecen siglos desde que escribí por última vez. La explicación es bien fácil: durante todo este tiempo no he tenido acceso a internet, al menos no con asiduidad. En este periodo me han sucecido muchas cosas (a todo el mundo le sucede algo continuamente). Yo me caí y me levanté muchas veces, anduve tres pasos adelante y dos para atrás, siempre tratando de hallar el mejor camino, en esa esperanza sigo.
Ahora que sí tengo acceso a la red quiero volver a poner mis pensamientos en negro sobre blanco, no porque crea que alguien los vaya a leer (tengo estadísticas que me indican que pocos lo harán), es sólo por conversar con el hombre que siempre va conmigo. Es la mejor terapia para ser feliz y, ser feliz, es lo único que quiero
I’m currently studying the sociology of knowledge. One of its sub-fields is a sociology of generations.
What event/cultural trauma/milestone/crisis define/s our generation?
War on terror?
Financial crisis?
Cultural upheavals of globalization?
Global warming?
Rise of the internet?
Or should I stop considering a global generation and just delimit its scope within particular localities (regional or national)?
A text someone sent me today (source unknown):
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. Playing small does not serve the world; there is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that others won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It’s not just in some of us, it’s in everyone, and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people the permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
People Come and People Go
Ever wondered why certain people just suddenly appear in our lives?
Unannounced, unexpected they just show up, and they can leave a longer impression than you think, they can say or do something that can love with you forever, and they can also be people of great importance in your life, you name it they can be you best friend, your lover , or your soulmate.
But that moment they are exposed to us is the momet you wonder, why is that specific person in my life in that specific time? what is God trying to tell me through him? what lesson will i learn from his sudden presence in my life?
And when their duty is done, and their appearnce period is over, they disappear, you learned the lesson you should learn, and you took a new direction because of their influence, and you’ve had all the possible moments with them to make you understand yourself better, so it’s time for them to disappear, but when they do, their presence still lingers, it stays with you and the memories you’ve shared will always be stored in your mind, and no matter how hard it is, and how incomprehensible it is, and how bad it hurts, you always have to let them go, and accept the fact that it will never be the same.
letting go is not easy, but also their time is up, and they will be replaced by new people who will show up also unexpectedly to teach you something, and as those people keep coming and going you stop and wonder why each of them came to your life, what was the hidden message behind them, what was the impact they had on you, and why they had to leave.
we never really know why, we can guess or assume, but we can not gurantee if our assumptions were correct, because that is the gift of it, that is the mystery of it, at a certain momet being with that someone feel so right, but at another it feels like the biggest taboo ever.
Because the day they came marks the bginning of a new path, and the day they leave marks a new direction in that path, and what is life but a bunch of curves and paths we drive throughto finally reach a destination.
but think about it, how magical it is to have random people at random times tell you where to go, what to do, and who you are, and you just follow through and somehow get there!
We get there, we all will get there, and that’s why we have to sometimes let go, because the ride of your life has to be taken alone.
so who came in your life and why did they leave?
http://randomgthoughts.blogspot.com/
thanks Paulo for giving us this opportunity :)
Creio que hoje em dia (ou sempre… vai saber) os homens mais dos que as mulheres não aprenderam a amar…
Todos os dias, pelo menos umas vinte mulheres são mortas devido a crimes passionais! Isso é um absurdo!
As mulheres vão tornar os homens descartáveis, pois é assim que eles nos estão tratanto… depois do uso, eliminam e nos descartam…
E pra piorar o assunto seu último livro me assustou…
Parece que esse tipo de notícia nos perseguem!
Liberdade às mulheres!!!
What do I associate with the Crown? I envision the headdress studded with jewels and shining gold which signifies royalty and stature in society. It establishes a hierarchy: a social ranking system that grew out of desire for power and control.
Also a crown is on the top of our head: everyone has one. It covers our brain, the mighty machine that creates good and evil.
ciao! Leggo da un po di tempo queto blog e visto che è letto da tante persone di tutto il mondo mi ha incuriosito molto…
in un piccolo spazio mio vorrei avere il parere di chi mi vuole dare un’opinione su un errore enorme che ho fatto e che non mi dà pace nell’anima. Qualche tempo fa ho sprecato una delle occasioni d’oro della vita per colpa solo mia, per una cosa che di solito non mi manca.. l’umiltà. Sono passati sei mesi e la persona in questione era uno che mi doveva dare un lavoro, uno dei miei sogni.. per mostrarmi come io credevo a lui piacesse mi sono dimostrata un persona per niente umile… Il risultato? non mi ha chiamata e la mia maschera mi ha rovinato il sonno… Poco tempo dopo ho trovato lavoro nello stabile davanti, un lavoro molto umile… e continuo a farlo da sei mesi, ma con le vetrate che si affacciano direttamente sulla mia occasione persa…Vorrei rimediare, chiedere scusa e mostrarmi per quella che sono ma non ho il coraggio nemmeno di mandare una mail o ritentare.. Credo che sia stata una punizione, un tormento continuo, credo di avere impararto da questo sbaglio… e vorrei fare qualcosa… ma cosa? mi date il vostro parere?
Revolutionary Resolution
In the past few years I have often replied rather loftily to the question, ‘what are your New Years resolutions?’ ‘Oh, I don’t make them,’ I might say. Or, ‘I don’t believe in them, they don’t work.’ And they didn’t because they were about giving something up.
This year I have made a resolution and it’s one I’m inspired to keep. It’s being kind to myself. It works on the principle that if I’m kind to myself I’ll be kind to those around me.
What does being kind to myself mean? Read on to find out!
It means saying no. Sometimes I don’t know why I don’t want to go to an event but it just doesn’t feel right. And sometimes there’s an overwhelming ‘yes’ feeling when I’m invited to something. It’s a gut feeling. The point is I’m committing to following my intuition.
Giving reasons why I don’t want to go to an event seems to be connected to an old Newtonian paradigm where people like to measure everything. If I give a reason does that satisfy the other person? Do they grant me my absence if the reason is good enough? What is good enough? Illness? Bad fortune? And why don’t people want to know my reason for attending an event?
This is the crux of being kind to myself: following my heart in all matters. If it feels right I’ll do it. If it doesn’t I won’t. I may be in for a bumpy ride along the way and so be it. Nothing feels greater than when I’m being true to myself. When I do that I honour myself and I honour you.
How do I know when I’m being true to myself? I feel aligned and what I’m doing feels right for me. I feel inspired. There is a calmness present and I am free to make choices that suit me in my uniqueness. I am aware that doing what suits me honours you even if you don’t see it that way.
If I chose to please you when I don’t feel aligned you wouldn’t get the best of me. You’d get a watered down version of me and, this year, I aim to give you the best of me!
I’d love to receive your comment or email with your resolutions! Go on, share them with me ☺
Love Julia x
Les envio una anécdota interesante, que escribí en mi blog en: http://gatoentexas.blogspot.com
Todo empezó, cuando pare en la luz roja del semaforo. Esto, me es habitual, antes de llegar al trabajo. Me encontre con Alfred ( Alfredo ), que mayormente pide ayuda en esa luz. El es un Homeless ( Persona sin hogar ) que segun las conversaciones que tuvimos anteriormente, llego a EE.UU cuando tenia meses de nacido, envuelto en una sabana desde Mexico y ahora vive con su esposa en una camioneta, que es a la vez, como su casa y tiene muchas cosas ahi.
Me imagino debe tener mas de sesenta años. Por diferentes circunstancias de la vida, fue alcoholico muchos años y hace mas de diez, que no toma. El habla español e ingles y las oportunidades que le he buscado conversacion, me responde y pareciera que a tomado confianza conmigo. Eso me alegra !
Bueno, vamos al punto. Hace unos dias, lo encontre en el semaforo con su clasico letrero y baje la luna, para darle unas monedas y algo de tomar. El me agradecio, y mientras cambiaba la luz a verde, me dijo si podia llevar a un Homeless, a la estacion de buses llamada Greyhound ( Buses que viajan de estado a estado por EE.UU ), ya que nadie lo queria llevar en su carro y el se queria ir a otro estado de EE.UU. A lo cual, le dije que lo haria encantado, pero tendria que ser despues de mi trabajo. Osea que acordamos hacerlo asi.
Mas tarde, el fue a mi trabajo a comprar una pizza, le pedi que me haga un mapa como llegar a la estacion, y el me dijo: Toma 10 dolares para la gasolina y que por favor lo tendria que recoger a su amigo, en el mismo semaforo que el estubo.
Segui trabajando y haciendo mis pedidos, pero en el transcurso de mi trabajo, me hize algunas preguntas
- Porque recibi los diez dolares ?….
- Y si, esta persona extraña que recogeria, es peligrosa ?….
- Porque Alfred, no lo llevo a la estacion ?….
- Y Porque nadie lo queria llevar en su carro ?
A los minutos, me responderia yo mismo:
- Los diez dolares, se los devolvere a Alfred, apenas lo vuelva a ver, al dia siguiente
- Dios es mi escudo, no me pasara nada….
- Alfred, seguro no podia llevarlo, por algo que tenia que hacer….
- Y, Posiblemente el este con mala apariencia….
Para mi, era un desconocido, no sabia quien era, ni como era, pero me dejaba llevar por mi intuicion, que tenia que ayudarlo, a como de lugar, y que todo saldria bien !
Osea que despues de dejar mis pedidos, la llame por el celular a Julissa, para decirle lo que voy a hacer y que llegaria mas tarde….
Ella me apoyo y logicamente me dijo que tenga cuidado, ante un extraño.
Despues fui al sitio, pero no encontre a nadie, y opte por ir a buscarlo a una gasolinera, que estaba en la acera de al frente….no vi a nadie con aspecto de Homeless….Osea que hize un poco de tiempo, llenando mi tanque de gasolina, entre a comprar el boleto de la loteria, siempre con los mismos numeros y cotejar el anterior, para poder ayudar a mas gente…. y ya casi por irme, en la oscuridad, veo a una persona sentada en el jardin. Tenia que ser el. Me acerque y me presente. Si era el !….
Felizmente tome la iniciativa de ir a la gasolinera.
El tenia una apariencia de soledad y abandono total. Y se encontraba, como, muy herido por la vida.
El estaba en short, muy sucio, tenia una mochila muy vieja, una maleta de viaje tambien gastada, que ya no tenia las ruedas y una caja con algunas conservas, que me imagino, alguien le regalo.
Le explique que hablo poco ingles, pero cada dia, lo entiendo mas. Le pregunte si sabia español ?….y me dijo: pocas palabras….dijo uno, dos, tres y repitio Hola !…Como estas ?….y dijo: Gracias
Le ayude a poner su equipaje, en mi maletera y se quizo sentar atras, a lo cual, yo le dije: que adelante es mejor, y nos fuimos a encontrar la estacion, con el mapa de Alfred.
El se llama Mark. me imagino tendria cerca de cincuenta años, o pareceria esa edad, por los avatares que la vida, le ocasiono. Note que era una persona muy buena, sencilla y se comporto durante todos los 18 kilometros de la autopista, muy educado y agradecido por el hecho. Me dijo que tenia cerca de seis meses viviendo en las ciudades de San Antonio y Austin en Texas….y al preguntarle sobre su familia…me dijo: que su historia es muy larga
En un momento, estuvimos perdidos, pero, ” Preguntando, se llega a Roma “, y asi, lo hizimos. Le preguntamos a un latino muy servicial, y nos dijo que la estacion, estaba a la vuelta de nosotros…ja ja ja…
Entonces, ubicamos la estacion y en la despedida, el estaba muy agradecido y dijo que era un great friend….Yo le dije: God love you !….que DIOS lo ama !….y el me respondio: God love you too !….y me fui con algo de pena y nostalgia
Al dia siguiente, me desperte a las cinco de la mañana, me fui a correr los doce Kilometros y corriendo recordaba el suceso y pensaba: En que estado de EE.UU estara Mark en su recorrido sin fin ?….Y me dije, hubiera sido lindo, conservar una foto del recuerdo, lastima que no tenia la filmadora, ni la camara apta en ese momento….
Despues en la tarde fue Alfred a la tienda a ver si le daban una pizza de las que sobran, pero la Manager con mucho respeto, le dijo que no habia.
En ese momento lo vi a Alfred, le entregue los diez dolares….El estaba muy agradecido y me pregunto, si estaba seguro de eso. le dije Claro que si !
Entonces el me dijo con estos diez dolares, ahora si podre comprar la pizza !!….seguimos conversando y como por arte de magia a los segundos, se presento la Manager con una pizza gratis para el.
Estoy completamente seguro, que DIOS al verlo, hacer una obra buena con el otro Homeless, le devolvio sus diez dolares y le dio una pizza gratis
Le pregunte acerca de Mark ?….Y me dijo que el estaba, hace un mes, durmiendo abajo del puente, ahi lo conocio, y su hija le habia enviado dinero para que tome un bus, con direccion al estado de Wyoming, pero el no podia llevarlo a la estacion, porque su maleta era muy grande. Lo cual fue totalmente cierto.
Despues, con respecto a la segunda pregunta que me hize, encontraria este capitulo en la Biblia:
De manera que decimos confiadamente: EL SEÑOR ES EL QUE ME AYUDA; NO TEMERE. QUE PODRA HACERME EL HOMBRE ?
Hebreos 13:6
Fue alucinante, poder ayudar, con esta pequeñez. A veces, me asombro, de lo feliz, que me pueden hacer, estos pequeños sucesos…
Abrazos: el gato
Sunday, January 4, 2009
first times
“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
Do you remember you first time? Was there a terrible silence that rung loudly in your ears? Were you pink and flushed with nervousness? Did you fumble and feel overexposed? or warm and melted into the moment like how you were supposed to? I love the newness of it all. The exploration of new skin. The tender amature kisses and klutzy groping.
I didn’t have my first kiss until I was seventeen. A late bloomer, I guess. It was horrible. I wish it would have been magical and made me feel light, but it wasn’t. It’s not worth retelling at all. I let him kiss me because he liked me very much and I just wanted to get it over with. He was a nice boy with big dreams. He fulfilled his purpose as my First Kiss and we both moved on with our lives. I don’t think about him often if at all. Funny how that works.
Funny how some people end up marrying their first kiss. To only experience it once and be satiated. To never have the need to try it a second time. To feel no need for more than one First.
You only get one First to give away. And if you’re lucky, it may be with someone worthy of it.
This (in my opinion) is one of the things that makes the world go ’round… LAUGHTER!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgfZVNv6w2E
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I’m an osteopath from Brussels, Belgium in my practice I see, hear and feel that people are in in need of guidance in their search which I try to offer through anecdotes, experiences and insights which I also now and then write down in my blog… to share this with as many people as possible. So thanks for giving the opportunity to add one of my stories. Be good to you, Tom
The question: “Why am I here?” might have come across your mind too like it has in mine.
I think the answer lies in your soul purpose… Soul purpose being the reason why you are here! You ask the question why am I… soul purpose says why you are: Am I – You are. So by finding out soul purpose you’ll get the answer and soul purpose is not really that difficult to find! You just have to ask yourself a few pertinent questions that give you insight into your potential. What makes you – you?
Potential is for everyone different, it can have the same ingredients but the combination of it is always a unique code. Parts of potential can already be manifested others lie dormant within us always ready to be found. To give you an example Luke Skywalker (Star Wars) had the potential of being a Jedi but until Obi One thought him the use of it was dormant. As soon as Luke started the training it felt like it was a homecoming and he demonstrated an easyness to learn it. This is the key… potentials are felt like you’ve always known them once you’re starting to familiarize yourself with them. Potentials have also manifested themselves during your lifetime and most of the time you would have felt ONE, on top of the world, in your element when it manifested itself. I, for example organized many years ago a wine appreciation course: How to taste wine. I made a booklet with images (graphic design), I created a one hour lecture (research), organized get togethers’ style Tupperware parties where I would then give my lecture and then guided the participants into a two hour tasting (teacher). On every part of the way I was in my element… I just loved the whole process till the end and the most amazing part was that giving a lecture like that to a group of people even though I had never done it was like second nature. I was structured, to the point and people hung to my every word. Even years later I was approached by someone who said how wonderful she had found the evening I had organized. These moments were when I was unknowingly manifesting my potential. Another example and this one I was already manifesting since I was a kid (but never paid any attention to it) was that I just loved given people a shoulder massage. I had no clue what I was doing but the reaction was always the same people loved it. Yes you can say but people always like that and maybe true but not everyone does it… does it from instinct and likes to do it…
So what have you done and felt that you were ONE? That you were doing something that made you feel fantastic? What element exactly made it just that special? Analyze it and see what potential lies in it… Are you working with that potential? Are you creating something with the combination of potentials? What can you do with it? You might need to go back to school (like I did to become an osteopath)
Now to come back to our quest: Why are you here? The answer surely must lie in the experience of the manifestation of your potential – soul purpose. And know you might not know what that experience is… But this is why you are here, to bring, manifest your potential into this life… To pick up your purpose in the great scheme of Life, the World, the Universe…
More Writing on http://biomotions.blogspot.com/
Olá, convido a vc e seu leitores a conhecerem meus blogs e minha idéias.
Um grande abraço e um 2009 cheio de sucesso.
http://www.julio-verdi.blogspot.com/
The world is about to be turned right-side-up!
2009 is the year that marketing goes from PUSHED to PARTICIPATION. FROM THEM to BY US! Want to participate in in defining it?
Contact jose (at) wikidomo (dot) com.
Dear readers, dear Paulo…
actually the topic I´m concerned about is not a nice one…
I´m working as a diving instructor in Egypt, this is just to give you an idea what my love is about. It´s about this planet and its beauty.
Everyday I find news about cruel killing of marine animals all over the world. I just can´t lean back doing nothing about that…
Whales, dolphins, sharks, just to mention some of them.. are being killed by cruel people every day.
Start talking about that, that´s the only way to change minds on long term. Tell your surrounding about what´s happening and give your love to the world we´re living in to all your families and friends. That´s the only possibility to ensure that future generations won´t feel the need to go on with this killing. Thanks for your support…
I care for this world…
Love
Franziska
dyosefina , dyosefina ,
Beautiful! And I like the story of the legend …
And see the enjoyment and the smile of the children: it is the most beautiful present (and I know about what I speak, me who work every day with children = I am a speech therapist) = Of the happiness in the pure state
In your comment, you add the idea: “The good dreams persist in the light and the bad dreams disappear with dawn” -> I hope that the most beautiful dreams come true for you
Personally my dream since every girl was to fly as a bird, and often I made the dream steal. Recently I decided to pilot a small plane.
And also since my return of the road of st jacques in December, 08: I CAN SAY ” I shall not look any more at birds as before ” ;-)
TRY TO REALIZE YOUR DREAMS, NEVER TO FORGET OUR CHILD’S DREAMS
Joli ! ! ….. et j’aime l’histoire de la légende
et voir la joie et le sourire des enfants : c’est le plus beau cadeau ( et je sais de quoi je parle , moi qui travaille tous les jours avec des enfants = je suis orthophoniste ) = du bonheur à l’état pur :-D
Dans votre commentaire , vous ajoutez l’idée : “les bons rêves persistent à la lumière et les mauvais rêves disparaissent avec l’aube ” -> j’espère que les plus beaux rêves se réalisent pour vous
personnellement mon rêve depuis toute petite était de voler comme un oiseau , et souvent j’ai fait le rêve de voler . récemment j’ai décidé de piloter un petit avion .
…. et aussi depuis mon retour du chemin de st jacques en décembre 08 : JE PEUX DIRE ” je ne regarderai plus les oiseaux comme avant ”
TENTER DE REALISER VOS REVES , NE JAMAIS OUBLIER SES REVES D’ENFANT
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Today Thursday at 17 hours-
At this very moment there are loads of happenings occurring around the world. When I feel that at this very moment One kid was born in Western Australia, A mother is feeling the pain of giving birth this young kid but at the same moment some where in Western India one adult is trying to rape a young Indian girl which is just fourteen years old. During this time- Somewhere in New York, There is one business man who is sitting in his chair, thinking if he wants to open his company tomorrow in the stock market or not.
Today at this very moment there is one guy in his mid thirties, strongly build near the mountains of Afghanistan thinking and preparing for the battle for suicide bombings.
At the same moment a mother in Gaza is preparing a food for her three kids and thinking that if tomorrow will be the day if she can sleep with peace.
***
Now When I look and imagine such events at this moment, I think on my own life and my own problems. All of my major problems are not so much problematic. Why am I worried? Why do I think that I will have to come up with answers as soon as possible? There are lots of questions which are making my life miserable. There are only questions and no answers. I am searching for the right answer which will tell me that I am best at doing “something” which is good enough to satisfy people around me. I have a degree but those degree does not give me right job at this very moment.
I am tired, Some times I just want to keep on doing the things I like most but some times my life tells me that- just check out. When I imagine the situation those people that I described above are facing at the moment my problems are very small or is even considered as no problem at all.
What should I do now? Should I wait for the right day? or, should I just quit? I am really really bored and tired with this situation of living a life. Some times I read what my friends and great writer like Paulo has written and I get inspired but other times I feel really frustrated.
My father said once to me, “Son, There is no big problems or small problems-these are only just problems”. I asked him, “How can I get rid of these problems?”. Problems come and go but the way of choosing or even implementing the solution solely depends on you, he said.
I am terrified and at the same time worried when I put myself in the situation where no body I think would like to be.
Imagine you are in love with a girl who is near you, in the country you are living. Now again, Imagine there is another girl who is waiting for you in your home country. Both of these beautiful ladies like you more than you like them. They care about you. You are in the middle of nowhere and you cannot decide whom to choose. You do not actually want to choose any one of them but just want to remain with both of them.
One day, you have to leave the girl in the country that you are living and you have to go back home. How would you feel ? Will you leave her and feel sad ?
You know relationship problems start when there is distance between you and your beloved partner. How would she stand up this situation? You feel the pain and you do not want to listen anyone. you just want to hide in the corner of your room and be silent.
Will she commit suicide? What if, she decides to kill herself? Will you every forgive yourself for leaving her? What happens if you cannot tolerate this throughout your life?
These are only question and no answer smoothen the heart which is feeling the pain. There are sorrows and grief, there are agony and pain. These are bloody tears which some time just fall even your mind does not want to cry.
No body is to blame for all these, you created the problem for yourself and if your friends, family give you advice then they are looking on the perspective of what you have described. They are not feeling the same. They cannot go through your pain and sorrow. They will try to understand your situation but they will never feel the way you are feeling at this very moments and at this very time.
You call God and recall him, and close your eyes living in a lonely room of yours. You join your hand and start praying. Asking him for a help. You are saying that please give me some alternatives, will you? Please.
While you are begging for your own problems you also are thinking that God has many children who are asking for the same at this very moment.
All those people who are in trouble or in problems are begging him for help. you are no different then them. Do you think the Supreme being has the same feeling as yours? Even if he knows your problem how is your problem different then others?
Oh, God. I have taken this step to find the solutions of my problems, through my problems I want to help those who are in the same problems . Will you please bless me with the power to serve? I know your giving. I am blessed with your Nature and I will always try to spread the happiness all around.
But Now, I am alone and lonely, I need your support. I know that Finding treasure will not give my life satisfaction neither do I want to find a treasure and collect it in a Private Bank.
I want the answers to all those questions. How would I convince my love that I care more than my life for her? How would I answer my heart that whatever that is happening around at this moment is not in the hands of me? How could I ?
GINA , GINA
What a month for you!! The birthday of your brother, soon your daughter
Eh GINA! It is so soon the birthday of my son who will be the same age old as your daughter
Love and hope Gina , the life is good for all
bacio Gina :-D
quel mois pour toi !! l’anniversaire de ton frère , bientôt de ta fille
eh GINA !, c’est aussi bientôt l’anniversaire de mon fils qui aura le même âge que ta fille
Love and hope Gina , the life is good for all
Marie christine , Marie-Christine
( my comment about your comment on “your space in my blog 7th january 2009″ – Paulo coelho’blog )
merveilleux !! merveilleux !!
tout cela est si vrai
que j’ai envie de vous embrasser
tant de réjouissance pour moi de voir tout cela sur ce blog
j’avais tant attendu , mais aujourd’hui je ne regrette pas d’avoir patienter , pour remplir mes yeux de bonheur , et aussi mon âme
merci , merci à tous
WONDERFULL!! WONDERFULL !!
All this is so true
That I want to kiss you
So much rejoicing for me to see all this on this blog
I had long-awaited, but today I do not regret having to wait, to fill my eyes of happiness, and also my soul
Thank you, thanks to all
I believe that fear is one of the most powerful forces in the world. If you can instill fear, you can have so much power. This is terribly sad because while fear can create order, it can completely stifle progress.
I watched Persepolis the other night based on Marjane Satrapi’s beautiful work. It’s incredible what a fear-based society will accept. It occurred to me that, as an American, I live in a constant state of fear. Fear of failure, fear of not having enough, fear of real and imagined threats. This is not a healthy way to live. It keeps me motivated but it does not keep me happy.
Sí Montse ACEVEDO , es verdad: el valor pesa más que muy diferente cosa
give with your heart
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies, Beyond the yellow brick road
All my life…I’ve looked to the Yellow brick road. The bright, shiny thing just off in the distance that glittered and beckoned me to come find it. I, forsaking all I had, made myself miserable by setting off…trying to attain something that I could never have. There was a terrible quandary that prevented me from reaching the yellow brick road…and that was my belief in Christ. The yellow brick road led to somewhere…an unknown place that promised great riches, fame, fortune, and other things I was always told that I wanted. Slowly…I would reach the edge of the yellow brick road, I’d catch a glimpse of it’s shimmery surface…but just as I reached the edge, I’d see other travelers who were merrily skipping down the road. Upon further investigation of them…I found that they weren’t the happy, bright souls that I had imagined I’d find on the road, but rather, they were sad, soulless people who had sold everything they had to obtain entry to the road.
Unlike their hopes of finding all they’d ever wanted…the road had ended up owning them, consuming them. It devoured them and left an empty wandering soul in their place. The road has blinded them and they can see no way out. Christ kept me from becoming like them…from jumping blindly onto the road and becoming a shell of my former self.
I thought all I ever wanted was to be on that road. On my way to try to get to the road, I stumbled and fell down a dirt side road. It took me places I never wanted to go…but I never went alone. Little did I know that on this seldom used path…God would lead me to all I’d ever wanted. Down the disguised path that I never would have chosen to go down is where God gave me what I’d looked for ever since I can remember. There were no other travelers on the road, it wasn’t a bright, shiny path that was desired by many, it wasn’t appealing to the eye, it looked like the road to death…but in reality, it was my road to life. It was just like Christ to choose something that looks so ordinary and unspectacular to change my life.
I Cor 1:27 – 29 : but God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong, and the base things of the world and the despised God has chosen, the things that are not, so that He may nullify the things that are, so that no man may boast before God.
He never promised that the cross would not get heavy and the hill would not be hard to climb. He never offered our victories without fighting but He said help would always come in time just remember when your standing in the valley of decision and the adversary says give in just hold on, our Lord will show up
and He will take you through the fire again – Through the Fire ( Song)
A collection of modern Poetry, sometimes critical, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes just thoughts. Feel free to drop by anytime!
A sample is below.
“HUMAN
Interpreting humans,
could be a never ending science,
cause there is no knowing
why someone does what he does
you’d have to step inside,
to know for sure.
and still no guarantee
you would understand
the reasons or motivations to the wildest of dreams. ”
http://www.stevesniukas.com
Thank you for your generosity Paulo!
Here is what I have learned recently and would like to share: It is also posted on my blog (EvolutionInConsciousness.blogspot.com)
In the middle of my yoga class I realized how even my practice of yoga has evolved in the same direction as the way I live my life. In the beginning, I just did the poses trying to do it right, not fall over or embarrass myself. As it progressed, I pushed myself with every class, trying to improve, do what I couldn’t do in the beginning. Later on, in an attempt to stay in the moment, I held on to every word my teacher said. “Move your sacrum towards the ceiling while keeping your tail bone towards the ground”, I would go into my body and imagine those instructions from the inside. I tried so hard to be the good student but also to be in the moment. As I practiced this and realized that I wasn’t getting any better or more flexible, I started the harsh dialogue with myself. I would push myself and insisted on doing the advanced poses, no modifications were necessary!
After I hurt myself and thought that maybe yoga isn’t it for me, I tried another way of showing up to my classes. I went with my teacher’s words to the same places they took me, in my shoulder blades, into my abdomen, feeling every muscle and bone and the desire to move or not to move, as the instructions demanded. This time however, I did not evaluate myself. This time I was the observer in my body. I noticed what I could do and what I couldn’t. I observed my own frustrations and amazingly enough, as soon as I became the observer, the frustrations melted away. It was as if I had a friend, or a gentle witness embedded in my own body and aware of every breath and every strain and every movement and every stillness. Then the poses didn’t last like an eternity, even my least favorite ones. I had a friend with me, one who knew exactly how I felt and allowed me to get comfortable or uncomfortable in that feeling. I was not alone anymore…
This didn’t last too long. Once I gave in to wherever it was I was at with my practice, I started noticing that my teacher was becoming frustrated with my lack of progress. In addition, I noticed that I relied too much on her instructions. Both these factors were feeding into each other. This disturbed me as I thought that she was more enlightened than me. I found myself trying to please her once again. I stopped trusting myself and being ok with where I was at. I was just following the instructions.
So I had to leave. I write this with great sadness, sadness for losing a loyal friend, one whom I relied on for a long time. But I use this opportunity as an example to let go of all that does not serve me anymore. There comes a time in every relationship where you outgrow each other. Perhaps that is when your connection does not allow for any more new growth or expansion. And for those who think that yoga is a kind of stretching exercise routine, they are right. It stretches you inside and out.
^ – ^ un temps pour chaque chose ^ – ^
ONE TIME FOR ONE THING
HOPE,
Around me, I say little but not too much: we can say everything
As a mom or a dad in front of his child: he says little, but also protects him
I say, I saw, I say: ” I received “, I make
And even recently, in December, 2008, I left on the road of st jacques of compostelle for me and for ” those who have nothing “, and today I can say ” I saw, I heard, I am ready, the light in my spirit is made ” (a book maybe one day when I shall have the time, the time to act passes by so quickly)
And the important it is not because we believe in you, it is whom you are sure to know (the anonymity is certainly better, to leave hands free)
so you are not alone in this way , and it’s the important (Know that is not alone you to live or to fee certain things )
It is it importing it
autour de moi , je dis un peu mais pas trop : peut-on tout dire
comme une maman ou un papa devant son enfant : il dit un peu , mais aussi le préserve
je dis , je vis , je dis : “j’ai reçu” , je fais
et encore dernièrement, décembre 2008, je suis partie sur le chemin de st jacques de compostelle pour moi et pour “ceux qui n’ont rien ” , et aujourd’hui je peux dire “j’ai vu , j’ai entendu , je suis prête , la lumière en mon esprit se fait ” ( un livre, peut-être un jour quand j’aurai le temps ; le temps d’agir s’écoule tellement rapidement )
et l’important ce n’est pas que l’on vous croit , c’est que vous vous êtes sûr de savoir ( l’anonymat est certainement meilleur , pour laisser les mains libre )
savoir que vous n’est pas seul à vivre ou sentir certaines choses , c’est cela l’important
hope hope
December 14….. I, together with some Add Up! Volunteers joined the group of integral artisn714668128_1289221_69561ts of K@TROPA to act as facilitators for an Ecopark Event with the aim of nourishing the body, mind and soul of the children through art. The beneficiaries are 50 street kids from Child Hope Philippines.
The activities include a nature walk at the park (we incorporated some environmental activities like , Keeping in Touch with Nature, Thunderstorm and Eight for One to awaken the awareness of the the kids about environmental issues), dreamcatcher making, indigenous music workshop, boat ride, inner dance session and gift giving.
The activities are enlightening and educational but the one that conquered me most was the making of a dreamcatcher. Here, I saw on the kids’ eyes an incomparable zealousness. They were just so focused and I believe that even for just a while they have forgotten their bitterness in life. Oh, how I wish that the life they experienced like child abuse, malnutrition and abandonment is just a part of a dream that will be trapped in the dreamcatcher they are making.
Dreamcatchers are constructed by tying sinew strands in a web around a small round or tear-shaped frame of willow (in a way roughly similar to their method for making snowshoe webbing). The resulting “dream-catcher”, hung above the bed, is then used as a charm to protect sleeping children from nightmares.
According to a legend, only good dreams would be allowed to filter through . . . Bad dreams would stay in the net, disappearing with the light of day. In another legend, good dreams pass through the center hole to the sleeping person. The bad dreams are trapped in the web, where they perish in the light of dawn.”
It’s recommended to hang the dream catcher above someone sleeping to guard against bad dreams. Good dreams pass through and slide down the feathers to the sleeper.
Seeing the delight in the eyes and the smiles on the lips of these street kids after each session is more than enough consolation for us. Knowing that somehow even for just a day, we have made the lives of the less fortunate a little bit lighter and happier. More than anything else, I feel more blessed being a part of this event.
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disastetr
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bare to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’ em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they have gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything thet’s in it,
And- which is more- you’ll be a Man, my son!
Rudgary Kipling
Thank you, Paulo.
Light, beauty, tranquility…
I find this a common thread when I look at the blog entries of the past year.
Serenity amidst the noisy rough and tumble of chaos.
Even a garbage can may look beautiful.
It is a choice; there is always a choice, this realization is the year’s gift.
More at: austereseeker.blogspot.com.
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=U7UbysWeGXU
‘She wears my ..ring”
I song of my youth, dedicated to you, dear Paula.
LOVE,
Thelma
HOPE ,
I wonder as it is must be multiple so that the world believes
Several persons are better heard than the only one, and especially better understood, and then they believe more easily
je m’interroge … doit-on être multiple pour que le monde croit
plusieurs personnes sont mieux entendus qu’une seule, et surtout mieux compris , et alors ils croient plus facilement
Excerpted from my last update in my blog: http://mosaicoderetazos.blogspot.com/
Hablaba ayer con un amigo del valor de los regalos que recibimos y que hacemos…
Para mí, y quizás porque no estoy acostumbrada a que me los hagan a menudo, los regalos más valiosos son los sentimentales.
Un regalo vale más, cuanto más sentimiento se haya puesto en él.
Aprecio mucho más, sin dudarlo, algo que se haya hecho con el corazón, que lo que haya podido comprar el dinero.
…
These are my memoir notes of my beloved, spiritual and eccentric stepfather. We just call him Papi in my house. This is an experience I had with him when we visited the Harvard Coop in Boston in 2004. Happy New Year to all of you and thank you Paolo for allowing me to share these thoughts with you.
“Jose Marti’s poems. Hold this book!”, my father trembled as he forced me to grasp the celebrated poem “Los Zapaticos de Rosa” within my own hands. His own hands warmly secured the poem in my sight as he paced his breath and began a rousing dramatization of the 10 page poem from perfect memory. From 120 years ago Marti’s words sprinkled my mind with seaside salt spray and the infinite tenderness of young Pilar’s gift of her cherished rose colored shoes to a povery stricken ailing girl. Pilar’s earnest gift of her most treasured possession, her rose colored shoes is that of miraculous self propagating love, the kind of love that once you step into these shoes your entire being is consumed with delight and joyful fire for all living creatures. And you become a human love battery: a presidential state of affairs where your entire identification is with the sky and eternity. This gift of love is what my father generously gave to me, my mother, my sister and every other living creature he knew of, except of course Fidel Castro because my father after all was a liberal thinking Cuban with his own agenda. In the two years that I got to know this man, Oscar Vazquez Lopez, technically my stepfather but in my heart of hearts the father who created me, changed the lives and mindset of all who had the good fortune to meet this brilliant, unassuming compassionate man with his unbelievable agenda. To change the world for the better by promoting an enlightened and scholarly people, with earnest hearts capable of penetrating all mysteries in every discipline.
St martin , le saint que j’appelle “le saint pour ceux qui n’ont rien”
doit-on avoir moins pour comprendre qu’il faut aimer aussi ceux qui n’ont rien ou moins que nous ! ! ! ! !
et alors ” aimer l’autre comme soi-même ”
est-ce que la crise économique MONDIALE sera le signe que vous verrez , pourqu’il faut voir pour comprendre
ouvrez votre coeur
St martin, the saint whom I call ” the saint for those who have nothing ”
As it is had to have less to understand that it is necessary to love also those who have nothing or less than us!!!!!
And then ” love the other one as itself ”
The WORLD economic crisis will be the SIGN which you will see, pourqu’ it is necessary to see to understand
Open your heart
Today it is the 47-th birthday of my BIG brother Goran. :-)
FOR ME is relevant! :-D
thank you for the invitation. I would like to share a poem with that I wrote about my father’s going away.
I feel sad sometimes in the back of my head and in a corner of my soul because I miss my father who died many years ago, being to young to die. The sadness goes away after a moment, I feel that my father’s soul comes to me in those moments and makes me forget the sadness but in one of those moments I wrote a poem:
We will walk together through the meadows
It was a beautiful summer day
late June
the air was full of flowers smells
my father said with a quite voice:
“Next year we will walk together
hand in hand
through the meadows by the lake Necko
and breath in beautiful smells of flowers”
My heart jumped
the doctors decided not to tell my father
that he has only a little piece of his lungs left
and not more than 2 weeks life
“Why don’t you have flowers in your hair
like you used to when you lived here?”
asked my father
“Next year you will pick the flowers for me,
like you used to”
I answered
He took my hand
and I pulled myself together
in order not let the tears out
I tried to remember the warmth of his hand forever
his face looked so young,
wrinkleless
like 20 years ago
when I was his little girl
doctors say that that happens sometimes
short before the end
patients start to look young again
“And we will take the boat and go fishing,
remember? You were 6 when you caught your first fish”
I looked in his dark blue eyes
the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen
and realized that he knows everything
he is trying to help me
and is asking for help
I smiled
“Yes, that was the only fish we caught that day,
you didn’t caught any”
my father smiled back
and pressed my hand tighter
“I was wrong to tell you what to do,
I think you know the best,
get divorced,
always do, what you feel you need to”
I told him laughing,
That I needed to get something to drink
And run out fast
cried outside the clinic
loud and long
wondering why the sky is so shameless blue
why the sun is shining
and nobody is telling me how to let go…
Bozena Intrator
cara a cara( face to face) Nov 12,2008
Like in every turnpike gate where you pay your toll,while travelling,i always find myself at the same road,and exhaustion , self doubt as price to pay.For others i may look like self assured,self conceited,but in reality it is just the opposite.If you could have only seen my heart which i had seen few years back,how lifeless,it was,and was lying dead in the ice,motionless,then after sometimes i saw that ( in my dream of course) it was beating fast.Suddenly it found it’s life,and started pumping like it use to.Ya maybe God didn’t let me die ,in those worst times,and he did everything,to bring me back to life.
Today i am much stronger,than those yester years,infact i call myself warrior,after fighting many battles of my life.I write in these blank spaces so that i can give Hope to myself,when i am in doubt,or in darkness.
Like sun that sets down at night,my hope also sets down from time to time,and i have to wait for it to rise again,bringing me new hopes to live.
Honestly ,i had started doubting myself again,i don’t doubt God and his wisdom or his work,but i had started doubting myself inside.What if future holds nothing for me as i had hoped for.what if i wont even make it ,to near future and so on.Doubt is the best weapon devil use to make human weak ,and as if he had targeted me well,i felt that i was trapped ,inside my own self doubt.
But more i doubt,more God gives me dream to clear it,as if i create my own obstacle and he wipes it out to clear my mind.God has been doing for atleast 2 weeks,coz i know eventhough i don’t tell anyone deep inside i do have fears.Fear of letting people down ,my family down,fear of letting God down,coz i dunno if i am good or i am capable of doing anything.
But 2 days ago,in my dream land which i also call my own homeland,i was given a sand box a colorful one.And i created so many beautiful design ,i think thousand yes honetsly 1000 of them and i wans’t stopping.I kept on designing and creating new arts,even i didn’t understand them but ,they were so beautiful and breath taking.Later someone told me to stop,and i retuned it.Then i saw many sand boxes variety of them ,colorful ones like i had and someone told me, they were many designng stuff ,but i was given that particluar one ,as chosen by God.
Then i was called ,my one messenger of God.He looked like people from those Moses time where they directyl talked to God .He said that God wants to see me there in the Holy Tent,( people in those Moses time had to create an arc or holy tent where only God talked to his chosen one( 1 person or priest of God allowed to enter i guess).I was scared to death,and out of fear i kept quiet and followed him.He took me to the Holy tent,and he said,bow down before thy God.On my right there were pictures of cow and hindu gods and other,to my left the muslim ,and i thought i had to touch the muslim alter alos to bow down.But a voice said,* don’t you know that I am the real God,and i am not found in these images ,just bow down coz i can;t be seen to anyone.I am God of your great ancestors.Out of fear,and with the help of that high priest i bowed down in an empty space and,showed my reverance.I bowed on to his tabernacle,asking for forgiveness,fearing for my little life .
After that priest and i went out ,and i asked him softly,did i do something wrong? Is God angry with me? what did he say about me? .But before the priest could answer,i heard a voice full of authority,full of kindness ,full of love but full of mercy too.No doubt it was God;s real voice, that gentle voice said.*WHY DOES MY DAUGHTER THINK THAT I WOULD GIVE HER DARK FUTURE,YOU DON’T HAVE THAT MUCH FAITH IN ME THAT I WILL GIVE YOU BRIGHT FUTURE,WHY ARE YOU DOUBTING ME?*
I FELT SO EMBARSSED,SO SHAMEFUL COZ FOR 2 WEEKS I HAD BEEN DOUBTING MYSELF.
I just wanted to say sorry to God for doubting him and myself but i couldn;t raise my head out of shame.If you ask me, he has given me 100s of dream,till now about my future about good omens,but still i doubt.I m so pathetic.I hope God would forgive me for doubting my life, or future.I forgot i was dead and was raised again,so my life belongs to him and for his service.
I just want to hold on to these dreams ,which has become my breath,part of my life.Once i was sitting on God’s lap like a little child then from the right came a Hindu King riding on the elephant ,with his whole battalion,approaching near us,then to the left,all the muslim kingdom and nation were sent invitation,and everyone were reading it and were shock,thinking who sent them invitation.The Hindu king riding on elephant,did not came down,he just handed his bow to ………..( let time show and tell who he is that recievd his bow) took his army and left the way he came, i was clapping hand with joy watching the scene,and enjoying with God .Every one rather whole world was watching me and were saying,who is she,whose daughter is she and where did she come from.Then God took the bow and hit an arrow with that bow to the sky and divided the sky with the arrow,and the scene was beautiful,beyond words as i have never seen before,as if the whole universe was laid infront of my eyes,hard to summarize. Hard toput in words.
This is me,no matter how twisted and crazy i sound,this is real me,coz this is truth,believe it or not,and i don’t have to pretend to be normal ,where everyone tries their best to be normal not knowing that everyone is aping and copying everysone trying to fit in and trying to be accepted as normal by all.
I have found hard to come by any people who will accept u ,for what ur,coz everyone have some assumption at the back of their mind,if ur this then u should be this if ur that then u should be doing this and that.
Ironically we try to hide our uniqueness from other fearing the rejection and criticism.This is me,even if the world don’t accept it i have nothing to lose coz God accept me the way i am.
ps; this is by dream unedited as God has said in the bible any word added to it will add the plague and so on.sorry if it is politically incorrect or it hurts anyone,but it was my dream so i can’t lie about God can i??I don’t have religion i only have God and when people talk about religion i dunno what they are saying i was born hindu,they say some of my previosu generation were buddhist,i love reading bible and qurans and i adore those stories too,but i only know 1 God that speaks to me in my dream and he doesn’t go by any religion.
A.R
An excerpt from my blog http://birthdaysofpoets.blogspot.com:
Robert Frost gave a talk he called “Education by Poetry” to students at Amherst College. He subsequently revised the talk which was then published, in February 1931, in the Amherst Graduates’ Quarterly. In the talk, he refers extensively to metaphor. I often misremember the title of the essay as “Education by Metaphor”. My favorite part of this essay is:
All metaphor breaks down somewhere. That is the beauty of it. It is touch and go with the metaphor, and until you have lived with it long enough you don’t know when it is going. You don’t know how much you can get out of it and when it will cease to yield. It is a very living thing. It is as life itself.
Each of us is capable of inventing metaphorical relationships of our own. Is a tree in summertime a piece of broccoli for a giant? If you think a tree is such a food, you could find words to express that. And so on.
Toward the end of his essay, Frost talks about four beliefs. It is much more difficult to invent a belief than it is to invent a metaphor. Careful use of metaphor; i.e., careful use of language, will help us to better understand our beliefs. As one seeks to better understand one’s beliefs, one begins to see the importance of one’s own attitude toward each thing held in one’s thoughts. Does language serve me? Do I serve ideas I didn’t invent?
During his career, Frost saw the rise of New Criticism. I often wonder what Frost thought of their insistence on the preeminence of the text and their deliberate turning away from any significance the biography of the poet might have.
And when the so-called Confessional Poets began doing their thing, what did Frost make of that?
Into this soup of thoughts I’d like to throw the notion of intuition. In particular, the sense of what’s possible. Each of us has a sense of what’s possible. This sense grows as we continue growing. We have a sense of what’s possible not only for our own lives but for the communities in which we participate. Our sense of what’s possible will tell us when the community is enervated, just as someone familiar with metaphor will be able to tell when the metaphor breaks down.
continue reading at http://birthdaysofpoets.blogspot.com/2009/01/recommended-reading-education-by-poetry.html
Paula , Paula ,
je peux te dire que tu n’étais pas seule hier , et merci pour le partage
nous ne sommes pas seuls ; même si parfois nous nous refusons de croire que cela ne peut-être réel
Amour Paulo / Foi
Paula, Paula,
I can say to you that you were not alone yesterday, and thank you for the sharing
We are not alone; even if sometimes we refuse us to believe that it not maybe reality
The love Paula / Faith
” THE ECONOMICAL CANCER OF 2009 ”
This morning, during my house calls (rehabilitation of aphasia, hemiplegia, cancer) I listened to France inter: subject = your work and the economic crisis
Me , I titled: the professional “cancer”, the economic “cancer”
Large-scale distributions go persuade the notion of ” customer king ” (valorisatrice for each); but in fact, subterfuge! They try hard to find all the means to channel you and the consumer becomes a sheep (it is the law of the new marketting)
The employees, the workers speaking on the radio told that in fact it is the ratio running costs / employees who prevailed, as well as always more at the level of the work and of the time of supplementary work and no hiring
They complain to be so demotivated (it is what I said yesterday) and what the source of their problem was that the work becomes dehumanized to want too much
And they tell that them employers want to close shops later 7:00 pm _ 8:00 pm: some return at home at 9:30 pm, 9:45 pm (with transport); in brief no family life, no sharing with etc. and lack of motivation; and difficult reception of the customers (in more than the buyers are not still smiling etc.) and no division(sharing) with their children: the running of the life will kill the happiness
And they explained that the late opening of shops (+ on Sunday) changeaint the customs of the buyers and not for one better even for the bosses (I cannot develop here their comments = too long)
But as I said yesterday ” too much wealth kills the wealth “: if some wanted it less, the economic retrouveraint world its balance
” LE CANCER ECONOMIQUE DE 2009 ”
ce matin , pendant mes visites à domicile ( rééducation d’aphasie , hémiplégie , cancer …) j’écoutais france inter : sujet = votre travail et la crise économique
les grandes distributions vont font croire à la notion de “client roi” ( valorisatrice pour chacun) ; mais en fait , subterfuge ! ils s’efforcent de trouver tous les moyens pour vous canaliser et le consommateur devient un mouton ( c’est la loi du nouveau marketting )
moi je titrai : le “cancer” professionnel , le “cancer” économique
les employés, ouvriers intervenant à la radio racontaient qu’en fait c’est le ratio frais de fonctionnement / employés qui prévalaient , ainsi que toujours plus au niveau du travail et du temps de travail et pas d’embauches supplémentaire
ils se plaignent d’être ainsi démotivés ( c’est ce que je disais hier ) et que la source de leur problème était que le travail se déshumanise face au trop vouloir
et ils racontent que leur employeurs veulent fermer les magasins plus tard 19h00 _ 20h00 : certains rentrent chez eux à 21h30 , 21h45 ( avec les transports ) ; bref pas de vie de famille , pas de partage avec …etc… et démotivation ; et accueil des clients difficile ( en plus que les acheteurs ne sont pas toujours souriant ..etc.. ) et pas de partage auprès de leurs enfants : la course de la vie tuera le bonheur
et ils expliquaient que l’ouverture tardive des magasins ( + dimanche ) changeaint les habitudes des acheteurs et pas pour un mieux même pour les patrons ( je ne peux développer ici leurs propos = trop long )
mais comme je disais hier “trop de richesse tue la richesse” : si certains en voulaient moins , le monde économique retrouveraint son équilibre
dear Coelho,
it is indeed a welcome move to set aside some space for the readers in ur blog… as a research student in your fiction. t is of immese help to me…thanks a lot
Today is a very special day for me.
The most relevant thing that I have to share is the fact that below this entry Paulo has written about his father-in-law – my grand-father – Christiano Oiticica.
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2009/01/08/my-father-in-law-christiano-oiticica/
My grandfather is my guardian angel since I was born. I remember when I was little that I would come over to his apartment in Rio and be allowed to his office. I was the only person allowed to enter – not even his wife could come there!
I was already aware of this “privilege” and remember looking at the chaos of books, papers, pens, clips, magazines covering virtually everything!
I sat on my grandfather’s lap, in front of his typewriter and look down. I could see my little legs joyfully playing in the air and grandfather’s only leg reaching like an old tree trunk to the ground beneath.
My grandfather was on a wheelchair because he had to amputate his other leg due to diabetes. He was a cheerful man, but the toll of his disease was gradually clouding his humor.
Nevertheless – I remember him letting me touch the keyboard of his typewriter and talking to me about books, stories, writing…
He died when I was seven – my mom called home and said to me to call dad. He wasn’t home, I asked her why she was crying and she replied to me : “grandfather is gone”. I was unable to do anything – not even cry.
I told myself since that day that I would keep him close to me forever.
Last week, I got married to a wonderful man and my grandfather was there – in the shape of the wedding rings that he left me for my marriage.
While typing this now, a small ray of sunshine has just lighten up my left hand and with the eyes of my mind, I can see his name – Oiticica – engraved inside the ring.
Oiticica – a powerful tree that lives in the northern deserts of Brazil. The only shadow that subsists in this arid land.
Oiticica – my loved grandfather – my constant oasis in this life.
pas le temps de manger , pas le temps de dormir , parler , communiquer , faire , oprganiser , aimer , donner , pouvoir , savoir , agir … urgence , bonté , humilité , bientôt plus le temps pour écrire pour un temps d’agir
mais heureuse d’avoir vu et heureuse d’avoir pu être ici un peu
Not the time to eat, not the time to sleep, to speak, to communicate, to make, to oprganiser, to love, to look, to be able to, to know, to act urgency, kindness, humility, soon more the time to write for a while to act
But happy to have seen and happy to have been able to be here little
ah !! mon ordinateur est en “connexion” aussi , et je reçois des images d’autres ordinateurs et je ne peux plus faire mon écriture : étrange
Ah!! My computer is in “connection” also, and I receive images of the other computers and I cannot make any more my writing: strange
tous les jours , nous pouvons décider d’être différent
ce matin , la tournée de la nouvelle année pour donner un peu d’amour à tous ceux présent dans le village
j’ai l’habitude d’aller boire un café au bar pour lire les nouvelles de notre monde , et aussi prendre le temps de rencontrer et de parler avec les autres : aujourd’hui 12 personnes = ma tournée de café pour l’amour des échanges , pour le bonheur du présent
Every day, we can decide to be different
This morning, the tour of the new year to give a little of love to all those present in the village
I am in the habit of going to drink a coffee to the bar to read the news of our world, and also take time to meet and to speak with the others: today 12 persons = my tour of coffee for the love of the exchanges, for the happiness of the present
LOVE ^ – ^ LOVE ^ – ^ LOVE ^ – ^
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