Walk into the Light

And so it is written , so let it be done!

This week has been a roller coaster of emotion from Gay Marriage to Immigration Reform, to the Black Hawks victory ...

One would think that this would be a joyous time of celebration and merriment. One would think so, but of course there is always that noisy minority that seems hell bent on hatred and bigotry. I would think that this group of haters should have a leader, one that would personify the very nature of the group. So someone who is pompous and irrational. Someone who is totally immersed in ancient rhetoric and good old boy games. Who might this person be? Rick Perry of course. Now here is an election he could win!

It boggles my mind that in this time of total tech, with the world of knowledge at our finger tips, a lot of us cannot see the light. How long is this left over logic from the middle ages going to linger? I think perhaps this kind of misguided madness has always and will always be apart of our nature. It is the negative to the positive and the wrong to the wright. It exists in the soul when the heart has hardened and it lives in the shadows where truth and light do not shine.

But there is always hope, even for the most callous and bitter adversary. There will come a time when, if only by attrition, the lost will find their way home and the world will welcome them with love and forgiveness.

If only so much time were not wasted on matters which do not concern us. If we were but to look at our own situations I think that we have more than enough to contend with and leave the rest to their own.

Let the celebrations begin!

A Celebration of Equality

Today something happened that lifted my soul and made me feel proud to be apart of the human race again. It was a moment that should not have needed to be, but most certainly was welcomed by caring people across the nation and beyond.

It was a statement that merely said it is wrong to deny basic human rights to anyone. Equality exists in many forms in our universe. It is the means by which all life exists. It is the yin and the yang. To deny equality to any one person or group is to fly in the face nature itself. To practice this kind of bigotry hearkens to the wrongs of past attempts such as genocide, slavery and ethnic cleansing.

To live in a world of love and equality would be an awesome thing. One in which we all exist in a state of understanding and acceptance for all creatures great and small.

I remember the days of Stonewall very well indeed and the fear and hate that brought it to pass. I remember the riots of LA and Chicago, when the nation rose up against black repression and bigotry. But today was different in that it has stricken down a conscious attempt by a minority to mandate how we live and love, and there in lies the key. To discriminate because of race or life style is most definitely wrong but to discriminate on the grounds of religious beliefs is hanus indeed. It is the very dogma of the religious that rails against the very concept.

So while it is a time of joy and celebrations let us also be cautious and alert to the fact that our victories are only as good as the moment and must be guarded for future generations in order to stay safe and true.

Too many times in the past have we witnessed reversals of fortune. The tides can change in a heartbeat and galaxies can most certainly collide. But I believe that good resides in all of us and if we learn to channel our positive energies they will most definitely raise up and conquer the darker side within.

So let the celebrations begin!

Rainbow and Lightning

When rainbow meets lightning can the end be far away?

With all the epic weather conditions that seem to compounding this old planet can Armageddon be upon us? Or are these merely signs of a benign and divine intervention!

Whether it is the weather or perhaps a cranial disturbance, we seem to be headed for some major life corrections. The warning signs are out there and flashing. Should we choose to ignore them then we all know deep down inside what will happen. Much like the constant tornadoes that ravage the surface of Jupiter or the parched and burnt crust of Mercury, we will become a statistic of the universe.

But what if instead we learn from our lessons, god forbid, and make the changes that to seem to so totally dominate our species? Could we actually turn things around ... or are we to close the edge of that black hole called despair.

There is one thing that we have in common with the universe - we are in it and part of it. We should never forget that from the tiniest particles emerge colossal elements. We are the keepers of the trust and must in fact guard it with our lives.

There is an old saying that "as above so below". Perhaps the mega storms of today are really just an extension of the volatile storms in our minds ...

A Chardonnay at the end of the day

Every evening around about five o'clock I settle in with my glass of chilled nirvana. A ritual that has served me well for these 30 some odd years now. Whether it is a martini, shaken not stirred, or a glass of wine, it is the stuff that relaxation is made of.

I know that my doctor would disagree with me but then she doesn't understand the process I think. Being of Asian extraction there is obviously a genetic inhibitor there that prevents her from imbibing in the elixir of life.

What is it with medical professions and their disdain for natures own tranquilizer? Well she is gone and another more understanding doc is advising me now.

There is something about a chilled glass of the grape to help one settle in, it puts a finish on the rigors of the day. When all is said and done it is a ritual that most definitely should be made sacred.

So many times I think, we neglect to understand the importance of ritual in general. Whether it is a glass of wine or a well rolled joint, a martini or a mantra, we all need a way to say goodbye to the day and welcome in the nurturing night.

So tonight, as we marvel at the mega full moon, let us all raise our glasses or what ever substance we feel it is that aides us in our quest for contentment, and give a toast to mother moon and all her lunar liaisons. Ommmm ... And Cheers!

Meloncholy Moments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I just recently moved. Changed my address and jump started my life again. The one thing that has complicated my endeavor has been the debris of my past existence. Kind of like clutter from another universe, it swirls and turns, and entices, but leaves without culmination.

As for me, I'm not sure that I believe in saving sentiment. I mean, after all once something has happened, if you cannot remember it, than it is probably not worth remembering. However, tangible items tend to trigger a response. Kind of like a physical reminder of a journey that has become cerebral. And therein lies the answer!

There is nothing like a move to unleash pent up emotions that have been cemented in time and weigh heavy on the soul. Much like bindings they can hold one suspended in time and imprison the soul in a frozen zone where life cannot respond.

It may sound queer but there is a thing that happens in a move, whether physical or mental, and that is the trigger to purge. Raw emotions can, if left to serve, create a kind of reset button.

Much like life itself, shedding the past skin can aid its revitalization and regrowth. So as I move on, as I must, I still remember every instance of past pleasures and pains. But, put in their place, they allow me to enjoy the future ahead and make it more perfect ...

A Clutter of Emotion

I just recently moved. Changed my address and jump started my life again. The one thing that has complicated my endeavor has been the debris of my past existence. Kind of like clutter from another universe, it swirls and turns, it entices but it leaves us without culmination.

As for me, I'm not sure that I believe in saving sentiment. I mean, after all once something has happened, if you cannot remember it, than it is probably not worth remembering. However, tangible items tend to trigger a response. They are a physical reminder of a journey that has become cerebral. Therein lies the answer!

There is nothing like a move to unleash pent up emotions that have been cemented in time and weigh heavy on the soul. Much like bindings they can hold one suspended in time and imprison the soul in a frozen zone where life cannot respond. It may sound queer but there is a thing that happens in a move, whether physical or mental, and that is the trigger to purge. Raw emotions can, if left to serve, create a kind of reset button.

Much like life itself, shedding the past skin can aid its revitalization and regrowth. So as I move on I will still remember every instance of past pleasures and pains. But, put in their place, they allow me to enjoy the future ahead and make it a more perfect place to be ...