Peace, Violence, Hope

There is so much to be thankful for.

The world is turning itself on its head right before me.  World news is transformative.  Violence in many countries at times appears immanent.  And yet, despite the calls towards dissonance, the cadenced ring of voices of hope spread across the page, through the words of friends, through those longing for a brighter future, individuals and communities with dreams for a better tomorrow, a deeper understanding, a holistic sense of love, the freedom of longevity, and a desire to feel safe.

Safety is the sense of home.   In safety we find peace, and with peace, openness.

There is so much to be thankful for: life, health, strength.

For those who are suffering, let them feel peace.
For those who are hurting, let them have rest.
For those who are tired, let them revive.
For those who are weak, let them find voice.
For those who are trampled, let them be raised.
For those who are burdened, let them be free.
For those who are happy, healthy, whole--
or working to be full and found,
despite a sense of rupture, brokenness, heartbreak--
let us give thanks.
Let us give thanks for
the seed of hope,
kernel of truth,
flash of light,
aha moment...
that allows us to see amidst sadness lies hope,
and in a world breeding violence,
peace reigns supreme.

Thought for the Day

To Try

To Die

To Free

or Be Freed--

Between Fear and Adventure,

I Choose the Journey.

      -christi 3.21.11

Thought for the Day

Energy put towards your true passion is never wasted.
                                                                            -Wise dude on Facebook.

A Fish Building in Hyderabad: Can't tell you why they did it, what's it's for, or who created it, but I figure if you are going to create a giant 13-story fish building without clear signage or seeming reason, you are probably following your passion.  And fish, my dear, was apparently hers or his.

Birds on a Wire (Aka: The Bob & Mary Sue Saga)

The highlight of my morning was when three green parrots landed on my cable wire veering from my left living room window and began to play out the ritual of greeting, squawking, and general grooming.  By the time two more arrived, I swear that the middle one was winking at me.  They canoodled, preened, prattled, and perched, and I caught it all in an amusing time sequence.  For those with children present, please avert their eyes: this is going to get a bit 'Discovery Channel' if you know what I mean...  But all in a good laugh, jah?

Hello, my name is Bobby.  And this here is Mary Sue.  We are pretending to not notice each other because of that awkward encounter last week.  Let's just say, it put my feathers in a ruffle, if you catch my drift.

I'm looking left.

And she's looking right.  I suppose we'll pretend that we don't recognize each other.  No biggie.

Oh no.  She's coming my way.  Abort mission.  Fly away!  Act excited.  No, act cool. 

She's into me.  That's right.  She's into me.

[Side Note: And that's when the viewer, silly human, began to feel a bit awkward (read: voyeuristic) herself.] 

Things got a bit ugly.  Things got a bit... real.

Yep.

I hope they stretched for yoga.

And this was pre-coffee.  Well played, sir, well played.

Mary Sue: Let's be civilized about this, Bob.

Bob: Giggity Giggity! 

(The bird's the word.  Hooha.)

To all, a merry morning, and a cheery, un-weary day.  May the little moments surprise you, and those awkward conversations... lead to something magical.  Like a bird stooped on your wire, in front of your window, or a happy coincidence that reignites old friends.  In the wise words of Bob, I beckon forth with, "Did you see that?  That's right.  She digs me."  I mean, "Act cool, Bob, act cool."