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Interesting... supposedly this is what Tarot card I am...


You are The Tower


Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.


The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.


The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.


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I'm still here.. and "active" at least in the reading aspect (not so much posting, ;)).

Caged Bird

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou

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THE ULTIMATE SILENCE
October 12, 1998




Listen to the mustn'ts, child.
Listen to the don'ts.
Listen to the shouldn'ts,
The impossibles, the won'ts.
Listen to the never haves,
Then listen close to me ...
Anything can happen, child.
Anything can be.

~ Shel Silverstein


Nine years ago, Matthew Shepard was murdered for being homosexual.

What will you do to end the silence?

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Paul Newman

Paul Newman
January 26, 1925 - September 26, 2008

paul_newman.jpg paul_newman.jpg image by Disentra






with Robert Redford



 

olympics - opening ceremony


Olympics - Opening Ceremony

Beautiful!




























(not from ceremony)




thanks to nbc and getty images for pics ;)

weird beautiful lost

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So... been feeling like crap and decided to go to the doctor.  Apparently now I have to take antibiotics for the mysterious bump on my head... don't ask, I don't know exactly why... she gave me some reason... and it still doesn't make sense to me... and the whole thing is quite disturbing to me...

Song stuck in my head on my drive home...

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours

Who am I - Casting Crowns 

The song is a beautiful thought, although...      


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golden girl


'Golden Girls' Star Estelle Getty Dies At 84

Estelle Getty, the diminutive actress who spent 40 years struggling for success before landing a role of a lifetime in 1985 as the sarcastic octogenarian Sophia on TV's The Golden Girls, has died. She was 84.

Getty, who suffered from advanced dementia, died at about 5:30 a.m. Tuesday at her Hollywood Boulevard home, said her son, Carl Gettleman of Santa Monica.

— From The Associated Press.

full article and remembrances here 
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=92794978&ft=1&f=1008


and you say, be still my love

 

Waiting for My Real Life to Begin - Colin Hay

Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep on checking the horizon
I'll stand on the bow, feel the waves crashing
Come crashing down down down, on me

And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
But don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

When I woke up today, suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams, I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path, and up this cobbled lane
I'm waiting in my old footsteps, once again
And you say, just be here now
Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
Let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon, soon, soon
It's just that times are lean

And you stay, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine in
But don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin



If I Could Mourn Like a Mourning Dove

It is what recurs that we believe,
your face not at one moment looking
sideways up at me anguished or

elate, but the old words welling up by
gravity rearranged:
two weeks before you died in

pain worn out, after my usual casual sign-off
with All my love, your simple
solemn
My love to you, Frank.


~Frank Bidart

from Desire, 1997