Healing

Blasted lands stretching on
to the end of the world.
The graveyard sun-bleached bones
asking the sand for burial.
Killing the dying kondos
But no relief.

I will fold cranes in Sadako's honour
And pray for healing

I think I should rather visit Iron Forge again
Kiss the winter reveller for the mistletoe
Get those cookies to santa.
Let Santa hug me, and whisper in my ear
That he knows what I wish for
And that the future is unwritten

Blame it on the Moon

The full moon, so near and so far. Can you feel it?

With a naked eye it looks so close - the objective camera viewpoint shows a different picture. Which is real? What is true?

Signs of spring. Thank you for the flowers :-)










Listening to: Katie Melua, Coldplay, Beautiful South, Dream Theatre
Reading: just started The No.1 Ladies Detective Agency, just finished Gibson's Pattern Recognition, Iris Murdoch's A Severed Head (bit upsetting), David Lodge's Think

Snow

Rounding the corner on the road up Cypress on Tuesday evening, the magical snow queen castle lights my way.
My tears have melted my frozen heart and the beauty takes my breath away. Silent snow-covered slopes, all sounds muted into complete and healing solutide.

Pictures not mine.... But here I am sweltering in padded pre-ski preparation :-)


Definitely not summer anymore....

Caroling

My song is love
Love to the loveless shown
And it goes on
You don't have to be alone
ColdPlay -- Message

Music

Sure feels like Christmas...

Nothing like Handel's Messiah, kids singing "around the Menorah" and blinking Christmas lights to remind me what a wonderful country we live in.

Discussions with Sandra around the different definitions of prophesy. Discussions with Don around the messenger disguises of angels.

Honouring the Angels

Thank you my angels




For the snowflake to warm my soul
For the hugs
For the StarTrek keychain
For the Sea Shell and the mantra
For the poems
For the pumpkin
For asking me how I'm doing
For the flowers
For the many many lattes
For saying my presence is enough
For saying lunch isn't long enough
For saying it has been too long
For the book titles
For the dim sum left overs
For laughing at my jokes, even when they're not that funny
For the trust
For the love

Driving habits

So I hear I drive like a maniac
I wonder if I dare the world
to show me it's as tired of me
as I am of its gridlock pattern

To put a boulder in my path
if it isn't the way to go
To take away the stop sign
if I'm not meant to slow down
to open the ground
and swallow me whole
if it means to keep me

If I close my eyes
switch lanes
and live to tell
surely that means
there is a road

I guess we're all looking for a sign
I think I'll try the horoscopes next
Might be a safer bet

So, let's see. Random based on first google site: http://www.astrologicallyspeaking.com/CapricornHoroscope05.htm

November 5, 2005 - Apr 5, 2006

Venus spends three months in your sign. The last time was eight years ago 1997-98. Life cannot much more personal than this. I have stated it over and over in other signs - the one question Venus asks is DO YOU LOVE it. For you that 'it' is you. Are you happy and content with who you have become, do you appreciate what you do, how you look and what your attitude has become over the years? By mid-2006 you will be a brand new you with a new attitude to match. If this event is not close enough to your natal planets this time around, it will repeat again and again over a 100-year period. The next one is 2013-14. Venus always brings good things, it may take us a while to recognize that the changes were for the better initially but in time we accept this. Perhaps there is a pursuit you've promised yourself you will do in this life-time, and over the years you've kept postponing, and postponing. Maybe now is the time whedn you tell yourself that you want to pursue it now, not in twenty years. Enjoy the compliments that inevitably go with this long transit of Venus in your sign.[Venus]

I wonder now... :-)

Poem

Thank you Jeanne for this poem.

Maya Angelou - Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.