“"maggie and millie and molly and may"
by EE Cummings
maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and
millie befriended a stranded star
who's rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.”
30 November 2009
29 November 2009
George Harrison Quotes
“I think people who can truly live a life in music are telling the world, "You can have my love, you can have my smiles. Forget the bad parts, you don't need them. Just take the music, the goodness, because it's the very best, and it's the part I give”
“When you've seen beyond yourself, then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there.”
“Try to realize it's all within yourself no one else can make you change, and to see you're only very small and life flows on within you and without you.”
“Sunrise doesn't last all morning, a cloudburst doesn't last all day, seems my love is up and has left you with no warning. It's not always going to be this grey. All things must pass, all things must pass away.”
“There's high, and there's high, and to get really high--I mean so high that you can walk on the water, that high-that's where I'm going'.”
“Give me love, give me peace on earth, give me light, give me life, keep me free from birth, give me hope, help me cope, with this heavy load, trying to, touch and reach you with, heart and soul”
“We were talking about the space between us all and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion. Never glimpse the truth - then it's far too late when they pass away.”
“The Beatles saved the world from boredom.”
"Love one another" (his last words)
28 November 2009
Top Places I Would Like to Visit
The following are places that I would like to visit before my demise. (morbid I know...) So here they are. They each have some sort of significant meaning in history and popular culture. See if you can figure out what exactly.
In no particular order:
1. Halifax, Nova Scotia
2. The Dakota Building
3. Penny Lane Studios
4. The Cavern Club
5. Las Vegas (Vague I know...)
6. Nick Studios
7. Dallas, TX
Thats all I have for now. I am sure there will be more to add.
In no particular order:
1. Halifax, Nova Scotia
2. The Dakota Building
3. Penny Lane Studios
4. The Cavern Club
5. Las Vegas (Vague I know...)
6. Nick Studios
7. Dallas, TX
Thats all I have for now. I am sure there will be more to add.
18 November 2009
17 November 2009
16 November 2009
Blogging?
Hi there!
So its 1:40am and I can't sleep. Not unusual. I am pretty sure I am part nocturnal animal. Anyway... I was laying here, staring at my blog, trying to think of something somewhat significant that is happening in my life that i can blog about. Sadly, I lead a boring, boring, boring, life. Which I combat during the weekdays with reruns of Home Improvement. So I continued through my head trying to find something to actually write about that would get people to read these. Other than the 6 of you who are already. Then I realized something... its my blog. I can write about whatever I damn well please... including swearing.
So maybe at some point I will have something worthwhile to blog about. But until that day comes. Please enjoy the random bloggings that will come your way in the days to come..
Much love
So its 1:40am and I can't sleep. Not unusual. I am pretty sure I am part nocturnal animal. Anyway... I was laying here, staring at my blog, trying to think of something somewhat significant that is happening in my life that i can blog about. Sadly, I lead a boring, boring, boring, life. Which I combat during the weekdays with reruns of Home Improvement. So I continued through my head trying to find something to actually write about that would get people to read these. Other than the 6 of you who are already. Then I realized something... its my blog. I can write about whatever I damn well please... including swearing.
So maybe at some point I will have something worthwhile to blog about. But until that day comes. Please enjoy the random bloggings that will come your way in the days to come..
Much love
12 November 2009
The Pirate Theory
Big Bang Theory
L: "What do you mean he's getting deported?"
S: "I believe it means the U.S. Government is going to expel him from the country. He then can either return to his native India, immigrate to another country that is willing to accept him, or wonder the high seas as a stateless pirate....Personally I'd choose Pirate."
**BEST SHELDON LINE**
L: "What do you mean he's getting deported?"
S: "I believe it means the U.S. Government is going to expel him from the country. He then can either return to his native India, immigrate to another country that is willing to accept him, or wonder the high seas as a stateless pirate....Personally I'd choose Pirate."
**BEST SHELDON LINE**
11 November 2009
The Belief in a Past Life
We all do things that we don't really understand. We have inner fears that can't seem to be explained, such as a irrational fear of rabbits, crossing the street, or loud sudden noises. We go through our everyday lives always asking why we fear taking the elevator and prefer to take the stairs. We can't seem to explain it externally. So maybe its only something that can be explained internally.
I myself have a small phobia of fires. I say small because I can handle a candle burning. I even will be a curious bystander when a fire breaks out somewhere that isn't my own home. However, I do have an innate fear of dying in a fire happening in my own home. I had mentioned earlier about having a fear of loud noises...Well when I was little, and sometimes even now, I get nervous if I know a loud noise is coming...i.e.: a fire alarm.
I know what you are thinking..."Everyone fears dying in a fire". Yes, true. But I always thought it was an irrational fear to have. Fire is a part of nature. (earth, wind, fire, water). Well, I did not think much of my fear until about 2 days ago when I went to my meditation class. Now before you go judging...please keep an open mind. If you believe in things such as reincarnation, then please, by all means, keep reading. If you do not believe in it, you have two choices... you can stop right here and go on with your mundane existence...or...you can keep reading with an open mind.
During this meditation class, we were told we were going to visit a past life. Now if you have ever meditated before, you know how relaxed your body gets. Anyway, we were told to go through a door, this door led to the past. I remember being in my meditative state and not wanting to open up this door. Almost as if I truly feared what was on the other side. However, I mustered up the courage and opened the door. On the other side was a lush green field. Very peaceful. In front of me was a large stone wall. I walked up to the wall and saw something small sticking out of it. It was a small ring. I looped my finger around it and pulled. Out popped an old key. I examined the key and written on it was the name "Leslie" and the date 4/12/08. At first I thought, well that's boring...I only went back to 2008? What a jip. But then after we got were brought out of our meditative states, I thought about the date for a while. Maybe. just maybe...it was 1908.
That night, I went home and googled the date 4/12/08. I thought to myself... that is such a random day. Nothing big probably happened. Well I was wrong. On April 12, 1908, a huge fire...yes I said fire...broke out in a shoe warehouse in Chelsea, MA. Now you are probably thinking...what does this have to do with you, Alex? And more importantly.. who is/was Leslie? Well that is my next step. About a dozen people died in the fire, and several went missing, presumed dead. Plus many injuries. Now I am not going to jump to the conclusion that I was once a young woman names Leslie who either died in a fire or was injured in a fire, but now I feel compelled to find more information on this fire. If someone named Leslie did indeed die in this fire at a shoe factory in Chelsea, MA in 1908...then I am connected to her in some unexplainable way.
I will blog about it more as I get more details.
Thanks for reading and keeping an open mind.
Love,
Me.
I myself have a small phobia of fires. I say small because I can handle a candle burning. I even will be a curious bystander when a fire breaks out somewhere that isn't my own home. However, I do have an innate fear of dying in a fire happening in my own home. I had mentioned earlier about having a fear of loud noises...Well when I was little, and sometimes even now, I get nervous if I know a loud noise is coming...i.e.: a fire alarm.
I know what you are thinking..."Everyone fears dying in a fire". Yes, true. But I always thought it was an irrational fear to have. Fire is a part of nature. (earth, wind, fire, water). Well, I did not think much of my fear until about 2 days ago when I went to my meditation class. Now before you go judging...please keep an open mind. If you believe in things such as reincarnation, then please, by all means, keep reading. If you do not believe in it, you have two choices... you can stop right here and go on with your mundane existence...or...you can keep reading with an open mind.
During this meditation class, we were told we were going to visit a past life. Now if you have ever meditated before, you know how relaxed your body gets. Anyway, we were told to go through a door, this door led to the past. I remember being in my meditative state and not wanting to open up this door. Almost as if I truly feared what was on the other side. However, I mustered up the courage and opened the door. On the other side was a lush green field. Very peaceful. In front of me was a large stone wall. I walked up to the wall and saw something small sticking out of it. It was a small ring. I looped my finger around it and pulled. Out popped an old key. I examined the key and written on it was the name "Leslie" and the date 4/12/08. At first I thought, well that's boring...I only went back to 2008? What a jip. But then after we got were brought out of our meditative states, I thought about the date for a while. Maybe. just maybe...it was 1908.
That night, I went home and googled the date 4/12/08. I thought to myself... that is such a random day. Nothing big probably happened. Well I was wrong. On April 12, 1908, a huge fire...yes I said fire...broke out in a shoe warehouse in Chelsea, MA. Now you are probably thinking...what does this have to do with you, Alex? And more importantly.. who is/was Leslie? Well that is my next step. About a dozen people died in the fire, and several went missing, presumed dead. Plus many injuries. Now I am not going to jump to the conclusion that I was once a young woman names Leslie who either died in a fire or was injured in a fire, but now I feel compelled to find more information on this fire. If someone named Leslie did indeed die in this fire at a shoe factory in Chelsea, MA in 1908...then I am connected to her in some unexplainable way.
I will blog about it more as I get more details.
Thanks for reading and keeping an open mind.
Love,
Me.
07 November 2009
A Void
I am feeling weird today. It's hard to describe. So maybe getting it out on "paper" will help. I have gone through a huge monumental change in my life. One that I had no control over. Ok maybe I did, but maybe that's why I feel so horrible and...and empty. Like there is a void in my life. I know time will heal all wounds, and everything happens for a reason, and every ending is a new beginning, but these will never fill that void. I need to get out of here soon... at least for a little while.
Love,
me
Love,
me
04 November 2009
Have Faith
I wrote this a while ago... Enjoy.
Picture this: you're hanging onto a lone branch. Below you are nothing but clouds...well, that’s all you can see anyway. No idea as to what awaits you if you were to just let go or how far you would go. Hanging from the branch you look up and notice there is only about 30 feet between you and quite possibly sure survival. Knowing that which you can see, you take the route which has proved its safety in the past. Letting go with one hand, you start to climb, but as you do, the clouds below start to disperse; ultimately revealing land below. You look down; the fall still looks pretty intimidating. So you press on upwards. Your foot misses a notch and you start to fall a few inches, but you manage to grab hold of the same branch again. Looking down, you notice that a few more clouds have disappeared, revealing even more earth. You start to think that maybe the land is closer than you think. However, the climb up still gives the impression of being much safer. So you continue upward, one foot after another. Just as you reach the top you notice something, just infinite ground and sky and no one around waiting for you. Just then you hear a faint voice, its coming from below you. You walk slowly towards the edge; your knees black-and-blue from the climb. You lean down and listen. Faintly you hear it, soft, but understandable. You lean in closer to take notice, in doing so you lose your balance and once again find yourself hanging by the same bough. You look up and start to ascend up. Only you stop yourself, what was up there that was so worth the pain? Nothing, you look down, the sky is clear now…except for one cloud directly below you. Knowing that anything is better than what is above you, you feel yourself start to slide down. Just as you start to lose grip, you feel someone or something touch you. Their grip tightens as yours loosens around the branch. Then, just your last finger comes loose; you feel the earth below you. The field that seemed miles down was now only 6 feet below. You look around. The cliff is gone, the branch…now a tree. You look around for the person who helped you down. No one is around. But you can still hear the yielding words that spoke to you just minutes before. “When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith knows one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly?
Picture this: you're hanging onto a lone branch. Below you are nothing but clouds...well, that’s all you can see anyway. No idea as to what awaits you if you were to just let go or how far you would go. Hanging from the branch you look up and notice there is only about 30 feet between you and quite possibly sure survival. Knowing that which you can see, you take the route which has proved its safety in the past. Letting go with one hand, you start to climb, but as you do, the clouds below start to disperse; ultimately revealing land below. You look down; the fall still looks pretty intimidating. So you press on upwards. Your foot misses a notch and you start to fall a few inches, but you manage to grab hold of the same branch again. Looking down, you notice that a few more clouds have disappeared, revealing even more earth. You start to think that maybe the land is closer than you think. However, the climb up still gives the impression of being much safer. So you continue upward, one foot after another. Just as you reach the top you notice something, just infinite ground and sky and no one around waiting for you. Just then you hear a faint voice, its coming from below you. You walk slowly towards the edge; your knees black-and-blue from the climb. You lean down and listen. Faintly you hear it, soft, but understandable. You lean in closer to take notice, in doing so you lose your balance and once again find yourself hanging by the same bough. You look up and start to ascend up. Only you stop yourself, what was up there that was so worth the pain? Nothing, you look down, the sky is clear now…except for one cloud directly below you. Knowing that anything is better than what is above you, you feel yourself start to slide down. Just as you start to lose grip, you feel someone or something touch you. Their grip tightens as yours loosens around the branch. Then, just your last finger comes loose; you feel the earth below you. The field that seemed miles down was now only 6 feet below. You look around. The cliff is gone, the branch…now a tree. You look around for the person who helped you down. No one is around. But you can still hear the yielding words that spoke to you just minutes before. “When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith knows one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly?
01 November 2009
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