i've got some food for thought

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 01:00:34 GMT

so strange now I'm finally in the
Party has begun
it's not like I can't feel you still
but strange
what I will leave behind
you call me one more
time
but now I must
be leaving

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 12:54:07 GMT

i dont know how i lived life
before going to Venus and back

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 17:02:16 GMT

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 03:17:35 GMT

i feel like a little mouse.

Sat, 29 Aug 2009 14:19:39 GMT

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 18:41:29 GMT

fairy tale

Sat, 08 Aug 2009 14:49:04 GMT

Gold

To see gold in your dream, symbolizes wealth, riches, natural healing, illumination and/or spirituality.

To find gold in your dream, indicates that you have discovered something valuable about yourself. This may be some hidden talent or knowledge.

utah - ---open eyes

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 02:55:04 GMT

i took these

i feel so impatient
i am so in love with utah

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 04:31:17 GMT

Utah, I love you!
Tonight I'm resting my head 20 feet away from a canyon.

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love is life and life is free

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 00:30:08 GMT

karma is the ultimate affirmation of free will or choice

our choices have consequences

create good karma

put your attention in your heart

let it go

letting go and putting your attention in forgiveness sheds judgment
and opens you up to creative opportunities

! i feel enlightened

energy psychiatry is beneficial to me and can be to everyone
(1. that our bodies and spirits are microsystems of energy, and that health is about balance, which intuition helps us achieve
2. it views our bodies, emotions, and spirits as manifestations of energy fields -- what many indigenous healing traditions call life force or spirit.)

without spirituality, there is no life

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 18:38:23 GMT

possibility, patience, humility

inspired to "change along with change"

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meditating with crystals

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 00:05:46 GMT

Rock steady, rock steady
Our love is so rock steady

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 00:07:56 GMT

vampires

there is someone undeserving of my attention sucking the life out of me

and tomorrow i will hang out with gwen

Mon, 18 May 2009 22:56:31 GMT

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 05:07:11 GMT

well there is nothing for me here at the moment so very soon my next 2 years may be decided

http://www.peacecorps.gov/

i mean, what did you expect?

children of appalachia

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 15:18:41 GMT

i really hope you'll watch this when you have time

it sort of hits close to home... its where my family lives, what i grew up seeing around me. although my family wasn't living off welfare/in poverty, how eye opening is it to see this and know you probably have food waiting on you somewhere, you have a nice bed to sleep in, access to good education...

people grasping onto their faith so hard its all they know how to do, its all there IS to do.

i always write & talk about my experiences with people from all around the world (bhutanese girl-talk was had just this week!) , but really, this is the reason why i do what i do. i feel unable to actively help because... it's weird, i just feel its too personal, too raw (right now)... but yes, poverty does exist in america just like it does in the slums of nairobi and yangon!

i'm not sure you'd understand

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 02:40:19 GMT

certainly
it doesnt feel okay without this

ms angelou, i love you

Sat, 15 Nov 2008 14:21:44 GMT

The Rock Cries Out to Us Today

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers--
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours--your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes,
Into your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 00:07:55 GMT

hawa changed my life.

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 23:49:32 GMT

kinda hit rock bottom for a second.
miss refugee work, miss joe, trying to get closer to family, looking for a job after this year, wanting to be positive and make the right decisions (and goodness, this crazy beautiful time for our country)... theres so much more, i couldnt even begin to explain...

im gonna take care of myself for a while
maybe start seeking some counseling so i can break down my thoughts better
maybe join a yoga class
maybe start really really planning&networking for africa

i gotta be selfish for a little bit

okok
forget the maybes
I HAVE TO DO

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 13:19:28 GMT

theres a lot of love around me.

thank you

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 15:17:19 GMT

exhausted

today im forcing myself to lay in bed
all day
watch movies
doze off when i doze off
wake up when i wake up
let my body do the talking

how lucky am i to have people around who really love me
i always think about how happy i am that my joe and my girls are so down and so real
but i need to remember they are what fuels my energy
and they know me
they know what i need...

i need to rest.

it sounds silly
but i put my burmese wrap over my window
and for some reason
i feel this wonderful sense of protection and warmth

its all around me
i am so lucky.

Sat, 01 Nov 2008 13:24:59 GMT

im so sad for congo

45,000 people dead every month
thats the equivalent to 22 hurricane katrinas... every 30 days.

even the refugee camp was burned to the ground
goodness
never could i imagine walking all those miles a day in my bare feet

we have to think about it with an open mind
if my parents were missing, my children raped and killed in front of me, being ignored by the world
i would be pissed too
i would want to fight
but this fighting, its all wrong
we can teach them how to fight in a different way
and not get so power-greedy

its my role as a citizen of this world, and as a human being, to help
to give all ive got
why am i born into such nice, comfortable conditions
and others know nothing but gunshots and hunger pains?

it isnt fair
we must find some balance

follow me

Sun, 26 Oct 2008 13:49:10 GMT

i love this so much
(ah, i dread the 6 am standing in line november 4th... but hey, imma press OBAMA real hard and give mccain the finger)

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 12:12:25 GMT

east africa this summer

ive never been more excited about something in my whole lil life!!!!