~J. Carr
Faith
~J. Carr
Walking Into The Sun
Advice from a Friend
~M. R.
Do Men Only Want What They Can't Have?
Miss Attitude runs a pretty cool blog, clean, to the point, makes for easy reading. Click here for her post on this sensitive subject: What Men Want
My thoughts on it are this: both sexes do this, but men do it more. I know women who fixate on one guy who is "emotionally unavailable", and they will ride that horse until it drops. But I know more men who chase more than one woman at a time who are unavailable, and when one of the women finally turns around and says "Okay, okay, you've caught up with me, I'll go out with you~" the boy acts like she was chasing HIM. What is the reason? "Boys will be boys" is not a reason, it's an excuse. I know plenty of men who don't do this, and all of them seem to have one thing in common; women are people to them, just as much as men. They don't have gender prejudices, they don't think of women as a subspecies or vice versa.
If a kid is raised on TV and movies, and people around him are always pointing to women on TV or on posters or albums as unattainable by "regular people", like they are some other kind of human that a man can only catch if he attains a high level of success, then a boy could easily be conditioned to equate success with attaining an unattainable woman, a movie star, a beauty queen. If he can attain her, then she can't be the one he wants, because the one that will indicate success is unattainable. These boys could chase any female superstar on the planet, and as soon as she stopped running and he was able to catch her, he would at first be ecstatic, and then he would start to feel like he has stagnated in his life. He is now with an attainable woman, and that does not indicate success; only the women he must quest after have any value... He honestly doesn't know how to love a real person, or to be loved by a real person.
It is the locked door vs the open door. Some minds believe there is only treasure behind locked doors, and that open doors don't lead to anything really valuable.
Me~ I have held the keys to, and broken into, quite a few locked, bolted, chained doors, scaled electric fences and jumped spikes and barbed wire. I have met, spent time with, been related to, and known intimately people from all over the world, many walks of life, and every economic class. I have never found anything more valuable in those vaulted rooms, or met anyone greater or more beautiful than the souls I was already blessed to know. I am grateful that I am not one of those who seeks only what they can't have, or believes that whoever loves me could not be anyone worth noting. I am quite confident that I already know or have known the greatest souls that have every lived, and each new friend seems to already be a member of that club.
My thoughts on it are this: both sexes do this, but men do it more. I know women who fixate on one guy who is "emotionally unavailable", and they will ride that horse until it drops. But I know more men who chase more than one woman at a time who are unavailable, and when one of the women finally turns around and says "Okay, okay, you've caught up with me, I'll go out with you~" the boy acts like she was chasing HIM. What is the reason? "Boys will be boys" is not a reason, it's an excuse. I know plenty of men who don't do this, and all of them seem to have one thing in common; women are people to them, just as much as men. They don't have gender prejudices, they don't think of women as a subspecies or vice versa.
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| can't touch this... dehnehnehneh... :| |
If a kid is raised on TV and movies, and people around him are always pointing to women on TV or on posters or albums as unattainable by "regular people", like they are some other kind of human that a man can only catch if he attains a high level of success, then a boy could easily be conditioned to equate success with attaining an unattainable woman, a movie star, a beauty queen. If he can attain her, then she can't be the one he wants, because the one that will indicate success is unattainable. These boys could chase any female superstar on the planet, and as soon as she stopped running and he was able to catch her, he would at first be ecstatic, and then he would start to feel like he has stagnated in his life. He is now with an attainable woman, and that does not indicate success; only the women he must quest after have any value... He honestly doesn't know how to love a real person, or to be loved by a real person.
It is the locked door vs the open door. Some minds believe there is only treasure behind locked doors, and that open doors don't lead to anything really valuable.
Me~ I have held the keys to, and broken into, quite a few locked, bolted, chained doors, scaled electric fences and jumped spikes and barbed wire. I have met, spent time with, been related to, and known intimately people from all over the world, many walks of life, and every economic class. I have never found anything more valuable in those vaulted rooms, or met anyone greater or more beautiful than the souls I was already blessed to know. I am grateful that I am not one of those who seeks only what they can't have, or believes that whoever loves me could not be anyone worth noting. I am quite confident that I already know or have known the greatest souls that have every lived, and each new friend seems to already be a member of that club.
This New Wonderment
Extraordinary Rendition Band
What The Heck Is An Extraordinary Rendition Band?
Looks like the coolest marching band ever!~ check out their page, click here: ERB
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| David Lee Black with the cute legs |
"We are a street band of brass, reeds and percussion from Providence RI.
MISSION/VALUE STATEMENT
We welcome musicians from all backgrounds and all levels of ability to join us.
We play in support of select causes and events in an attempt to draw community attention to them.
We help each other to grow in musicianship.
We play free, guerrilla style and in the streets whenever possible and try to uplift everyone within earshot.
We believe that the power of music may be be more effective and powerful than weapons, arguments or war.
We build community and share our love of music with each other and with our audiences.
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled life with spontaneous moments of raucous musical joy.
We encourage musical expression by playing with, and for, people of all levels of musical experience.
We contribute to making the experience of saving the world a bit more fun and weird.
We believe that any note is better than no note.
We celebrate the heritage and joy of marching/roving band shows and their rich, diverse history.
We hold each other to a standard of reliability regarding attendance at practices and shows.
We operate as a democracy, sharing responsibilities and decisions.
We value silliness, gratuitous antics and pure fun for its own sake as much as (if not more than) musical skill.
Range of Music:
As the history and present state of brass, drum, marching, and roving bands shows, they are part of a rich and diverse history of styles, influences, cultures, and purposes. We hope to play songs that celebrate those histories, while having a great time playing together and with our audiences.
Click here to see an excellent clear shot of David rocking his Tutu off: (Click This)
com ou sem grace
we press on with our own light.
Self doubt is my nemesis, it allows others to knock me off of my way. Only those who are insecure and fearful focus on dominating, competing and undermining others. My self doubt gives them an opportunity to be successful. They are not focused on their own path if they are focused on dominating others. I don't have enough time left to waste it in competition. There is too much I want to do.
Self doubt is my nemesis, it allows others to knock me off of my way. Only those who are insecure and fearful focus on dominating, competing and undermining others. My self doubt gives them an opportunity to be successful. They are not focused on their own path if they are focused on dominating others. I don't have enough time left to waste it in competition. There is too much I want to do.
Dreams
An interesting discussion with a friend stirred more speculation on the nature of dreams. What are they, what causes them, are they one thing, or many?
In 1986, I woke from a dream that made a profound impression on me. Upon waking I had the feeling that I was a witness to a page in my own book, like a time traveler watching a moment from their own life. The dream had nothing familiar in it except for myself, it was not related to a previous experience. So I carried the mystery around for a little while, wondering if I would ever find out what it was about; I didn't assume anything. Only later did I come to an idea of what it might have represented, but I don't know for sure.
At the time of the dream, April 1986, I did not have a driver's license. So a driving dream was not a regular occurrence, in fact I don't recall ever having a driving dream before this one.
It was a magnificent day, the sun was golden, the trees were gorgeous, tall and green, and the air was infused with the fragrance of summer. I was in the drivers seat of a red Volkswagen Beetle, I am not sure of the year, but it was an older one. I was driving for a while, down a country road, enraptured in the beauty of the day. One thing was strange, however; I was not in New England. I was somewhere else, somewhere further South, somewhere I had never been. Not the deep South, and not Pennsylvania. A place where there were still miles of undeveloped country, and rivers and lakes. My hair was long and blond, as it was at the time, and I was beginning to feel a bit heated from the sun on my head. Then something began to change; slowly I felt myself moving from myself. I don't have the words to describe it properly. I was moving from the driver's seat into the passenger seat, but I was still in the driver's seat. As if I were split into two beings. Two physical manifestations of my Self. I did not initiate it, it was something that just happened, in the dream. I could feel the transformation happen. It was not physically painful, but it did feel like a separation. Then I was in the passenger seat, and the person driving was, for lack of a better description, a male opposite of me. His hair was long and blond as well, sun bleached, and he had darker eyelashes and eyebrows. He smiled, I smiled, and all was still sunny and beautiful, the day was even more magnificent than before. All was as it should be.
"All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well." ~Julian of Norwich
And we drove down that country road until I awoke.
I'm still waiting to find out.
I do love a good mystery.
In 1986, I woke from a dream that made a profound impression on me. Upon waking I had the feeling that I was a witness to a page in my own book, like a time traveler watching a moment from their own life. The dream had nothing familiar in it except for myself, it was not related to a previous experience. So I carried the mystery around for a little while, wondering if I would ever find out what it was about; I didn't assume anything. Only later did I come to an idea of what it might have represented, but I don't know for sure.
At the time of the dream, April 1986, I did not have a driver's license. So a driving dream was not a regular occurrence, in fact I don't recall ever having a driving dream before this one.
It was a magnificent day, the sun was golden, the trees were gorgeous, tall and green, and the air was infused with the fragrance of summer. I was in the drivers seat of a red Volkswagen Beetle, I am not sure of the year, but it was an older one. I was driving for a while, down a country road, enraptured in the beauty of the day. One thing was strange, however; I was not in New England. I was somewhere else, somewhere further South, somewhere I had never been. Not the deep South, and not Pennsylvania. A place where there were still miles of undeveloped country, and rivers and lakes. My hair was long and blond, as it was at the time, and I was beginning to feel a bit heated from the sun on my head. Then something began to change; slowly I felt myself moving from myself. I don't have the words to describe it properly. I was moving from the driver's seat into the passenger seat, but I was still in the driver's seat. As if I were split into two beings. Two physical manifestations of my Self. I did not initiate it, it was something that just happened, in the dream. I could feel the transformation happen. It was not physically painful, but it did feel like a separation. Then I was in the passenger seat, and the person driving was, for lack of a better description, a male opposite of me. His hair was long and blond as well, sun bleached, and he had darker eyelashes and eyebrows. He smiled, I smiled, and all was still sunny and beautiful, the day was even more magnificent than before. All was as it should be.
"All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well." ~Julian of Norwich
And we drove down that country road until I awoke.
I'm still waiting to find out.
I do love a good mystery.
Apache Blessing
"May the sun bring you new energy by day,
May the moon softly restore you by night,
May the rain wash away your worries,
May the breeze blow new strength into your being.
May you walk through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.”
thanks to RYS
May the moon softly restore you by night,
May the rain wash away your worries,
May the breeze blow new strength into your being.
May you walk through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.”
thanks to RYS
Music Makers
"Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
whose face has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a good reputation nor disgrace.
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The stars and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, "How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?"
Without Love's jewel inside of me,
let the bazaar of my existence be destroyed stone by stone.
O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of being from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.
Then we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be freed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day."
~Rumi
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
whose face has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a good reputation nor disgrace.
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The stars and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, "How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?"
Without Love's jewel inside of me,
let the bazaar of my existence be destroyed stone by stone.
O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of being from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.
Then we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be freed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day."
~Rumi
Chasing
Chasing a possibility of love is all some really want to do; once they catch it they don't know what to do with it. That rabbit is going to either run away for good or die of starvation. Need to find greener clovers.
Modern Romance
I have been giving serious consideration to romantic relationships recently. Is it really worth it, to be with someone who you become one with, only to experience their family drama, your family drama, their issues, your issues, plus the struggle with life in general? If the relationship you're in isn't one of utmost maturity and mutual support, and your partner is truly non-judgmental and honestly loves you, it is only another obstacle to deal with; one more person causing you doubt and pain. The love that we long for and hope for, the eternal bond with another soul, or your other half, just turns into contempt in this modern society. His friends get jealous of you and they tell him that he's whipped so he'll feel ashamed of wanting to be with you, then he blows you off for his "friends", then you feel betrayed and abandoned, then his friends call you psycho when you express your anger about it, then your friends call him a jerk, and then both sets of friends try to set each of you up with another person just to blow your relationship apart, and the kids suffer through the whole thing. Or other women try to get his attention and he falls for it, and when you feel betrayed he treats you like you're the one who did something wrong. Or he simply gets off on checking out women as if they weren't people but things to use for his entertainment, and you should just "deal with it cuz that's how guys are"... (Intense eye-roll). If that's how guys are I don't want one; I don't have a ferret because they can't control their odor glands, that's how they are. Funny how the ones who insist on male superiority are also the ones who insist that they can't help their inferior behavior. Females who are like that are the same way. Monkeys and more monkeys; monkeys can't handle relationships, they can't even be courteous to strangers for five seconds in a store, they don't respect each other, and they don't understand the sanctity of fidelity. Sad, but completely true. It's nearly impossible to find a non-monkey to pair-bond with in this sleazy, contemptuous excuse for a society. I am glad to know some non-monkeys, but they are few and far between. Good night and good luck with that whole relationship thing.
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