Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
New Line Cinema : Vie En Rose, La
Some artists regret nothing others no so
tragic romance, tragic persona, and a talent that kept her alive.
Enjoying netflicks options
New Line Cinema : Vie En Rose, La
tragic romance, tragic persona, and a talent that kept her alive.
Enjoying netflicks options
New Line Cinema : Vie En Rose, La
Monday, July 13, 2009
LIKE AN OAK
facing the future....taking up drawing as the knees need to rest on the rest of the trail.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
SUMMER R BRRRRRRRRRRRR-EASE
Sunnin in the summer time
thinkin all is fine
Jasmine hedges
summer memories
Garden grounds
surround fragrant reveries
Sweet aromas linger by the door
beckons a past long lost.
Entrance gate wispered invitations
brings back those summer days
of far away
we thought forgotten and then we find
jasmine on the mind
See Feast of All Souls Fantastic historical story/film
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
RUMI
Hey crowsfeet, cold shower sometimes needed to protect cold feet. We have eternity or maybe Oct.
“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
Lovers of truth - rise up!Let us go toward heaven. We have seen enough of this world,it's time to see another . . . .
No, no - don't stop here.The gardens may flow with beautyBut let us go to the Gardener Himself.
Let us go,bowing to the ocean, like a raging torrent.Let us go,riding upon the foaming waters of the sea.
Let us travel from this desert of hunger and tears to the feast of newlyweds. Let us change our expression from one of saffron to the blossoms of the Judas tree.
Our hearts beat fast.We tremble like leaves about to fall. Let us become the immovable mountain.
There is no escape from pain for one in exile; There is no escape from dust for one who lives in a dustbowl. Let us be like the birds of paradise, that fly about drinking sweet water.
We are surrounded by the forms of a formless creator.Enough with these forms! Let us go to the Formless One.
Love is our steady guide on this road full of hardships. Even if the king offers you his protection, it is better to travel with the caravan.
We are the rain that falls upon a leaky roof -
Let us miss the holes and fall smoothly down the spout.
We are crooked bows with strings that run from our head to our toes; Soon we will be straight, like an arrow in flight.
We run like mice when we see a cat -Yet we are the lion's roar.Let us become that Lion.
Let our souls mirror the love of our Master. Let us go before Him with a handful of gifts.
Now let us be silent So that the Giver of Speech may speak. Let us be silent So we can hear Him calling us secretly in the night.
Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved "
“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
Lovers of truth - rise up!Let us go toward heaven. We have seen enough of this world,it's time to see another . . . .
No, no - don't stop here.The gardens may flow with beautyBut let us go to the Gardener Himself.
Let us go,bowing to the ocean, like a raging torrent.Let us go,riding upon the foaming waters of the sea.
Let us travel from this desert of hunger and tears to the feast of newlyweds. Let us change our expression from one of saffron to the blossoms of the Judas tree.
Our hearts beat fast.We tremble like leaves about to fall. Let us become the immovable mountain.
There is no escape from pain for one in exile; There is no escape from dust for one who lives in a dustbowl. Let us be like the birds of paradise, that fly about drinking sweet water.
We are surrounded by the forms of a formless creator.Enough with these forms! Let us go to the Formless One.
Love is our steady guide on this road full of hardships. Even if the king offers you his protection, it is better to travel with the caravan.
We are the rain that falls upon a leaky roof -
Let us miss the holes and fall smoothly down the spout.
We are crooked bows with strings that run from our head to our toes; Soon we will be straight, like an arrow in flight.
We run like mice when we see a cat -Yet we are the lion's roar.Let us become that Lion.
Let our souls mirror the love of our Master. Let us go before Him with a handful of gifts.
Now let us be silent So that the Giver of Speech may speak. Let us be silent So we can hear Him calling us secretly in the night.
Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved "
Monday, June 22, 2009
summer br-ease
Sunnin in the summer timethinkin all is fine
Jasmine hedges
summer memories
Garden grounds surround
incense reveries
Sweet aromas linger
by the door
beckons past moments
Entrance gate
wispered fragrance
brings back those summer days so long ago
we thought forgotten
and then we find
jasmine on the mind
See Feast of All Souls
Fantastic historical story/film
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Cal Poly Graduates 2009
Seni
or project herb farm students have graduated but plan to work here the summer. Working on grants for wages and cash flow.
These architect students are designing greenhouse and outside kitchen. Posted room for rent and have interviews this week. This has been part of the plan since the 60's. Ever read "living the good life" by The Nearings. Dream of turning McMansions into intentional living .
These students are the bright future of the good life.
Jasmine hedges surround our farm, sweet fragrant memories of summer reveries.
And where is contestant #3?
or project herb farm students have graduated but plan to work here the summer. Working on grants for wages and cash flow.These architect students are designing greenhouse and outside kitchen. Posted room for rent and have interviews this week. This has been part of the plan since the 60's. Ever read "living the good life" by The Nearings. Dream of turning McMansions into intentional living .
These students are the bright future of the good life.
Jasmine hedges surround our farm, sweet fragrant memories of summer reveries.
And where is contestant #3?
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