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March 22 SLOW DANCE![]() SLOW DANCE (This poem was written by a terminlly ill cancer child) Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done ! Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,'Hi' You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.
March 18 ERIN GO HOO-HAblazings for Paddy's Day fans...
"Do not follow where the path may lead.
Go instead where there is no path
and leave a trail.
Only those who will risk going too far
can possibly find out how far one can go."
T.S. Eliot
St Patrick's Breastplate
or
The Deer's Cry
Christ behind and before me,
Christ behind and above me, Christ with me and in me, Christ around and about me, Christ on my right and on my left, Christ when I lie down at night, Christ when I rise in the morning, Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of everyone that speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me. "The meaning of our existence is not invented by ourselves, but rather detected." Victor Frankl
March 14 movingmoving to and fro on greener pastures
Foks, I will not be here much for awhile as Yes life is taking on a new springtime for me. Am moving on many senses of the word.I am one of those people who takes a lil time to reflect and arrive at a resolute decision to move on. Windows Live has served a wonderful purpose for me: made beautiful friends that I will ask to move to this new place with me. I have a few more blogs happening. My latest rave is in MySpace and am happy for you to come and keep with me on my new discovery of tantilising and exciting people. Thanks to MsGuided, once again, I am lured into continuing the creative outlet, in the new blogging arena, that is our platform at the moment.
don't die with the music in your soul
March 10 the great unknownthe stars in the great unknown
we are all in
the gutter
but some of us
are looking at the stars
oscar wilde
The above quote sums up the week that was. Had one of the hugest weeks yet. Planning reflection days for thirteen and sixteen year olds was a new spin of events for me. My companion had no prior experience in the field and I had not had to do one in years. However, inspite of the secretary getting wires crossed and not ordering the bus to cart sixty bouncing thirteen year olds and five very resilient staff, we got off to a flying start, half an hour behind plan. The constant deluge of rain meant these boomers had to stay indoors all day and we were on tip toe for seven hours. In hindinsight our worst nightmare produced some very positive results at the end of the day. Staff and kids both survived on a very positive note. Apologies for my last blog 'cos that was at that day's end. And yes, as I guess, you have to enter another's shoes to really understand the story.
However, it does reflect my dilemma with life at the moment. It is one of constant extraction of creative generosity, which is expected from my position: working in administration, sole parent, friend to some who just expect me to be there for them when they most need it. And yes the same two people failed themselves and me again. So, a lesson for me, is not to expect anything from them. However, I have fantastic compassionate and constant support from my family and friends, all round. The other news is, that we have until 21 March to move from this place, which has been home for the past five years. Moving does nothing for the psyche except induce sudden insomnia, at the moment. Tomorrow, I will start packing, now that I had that fabulous Paddy's Day barbie at our lovely Irish friend's place, in the country. Got to eat plenty of solid Irish tucker, watch a game of hurley (like hockey) whilst we looked after the never ending supply of food and Guinness and Irish whiskey and craic (mad fun) around the pool. Listening to the lads exchange jokes was indeed a taste of the old homeland. Got to indulge in perving and idly chatting with four fine looking single Irish boys who were making shapes at working out where the best spot for Paddy's Day would be. Hoping we will end up in the same pub too, am sure my brother will make sure of that. They have a lil plan happening there, for me, apparently. Maybe I will strike the jackpot this time. Ummmooo.
So friends enjoy your weekend and living life to the fullest. Love you. March 07 NO MOREtoday...life lost
its appeal
tomorrow...life will
heal me
too much...no more
THERE'S A HOLE IN MY SIDEWALK
Chapter One I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost .... I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Chapter Two I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend that I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in this same place. But, it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Chapter Three I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in ... it's a habit ... but, my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. Chapter Four I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. Chapter Five I walk down another street. I do not have words nor do I know where to start. Am too exhausted right now...am here to let the little I have to fall on a numb and motionless screen. For now...I will retreat. March 01 SURVIVAL NOT AN OPTIONLife as it happens...
Well, have had my fair share of visiting emergency departments at hospitals for awhile. Spending six hours yesterday in the emergency department of local hospital with my very sick daughter helped to give a reality check on real priorities. As a result of vomitting constantly for three hours with an inability to take fluids meant several tests and drips later she was released with no serious diagnosis. However, we do have to check in with our doctor within forty eight hours to make sure white blood cells are back to normal levels. Spending today resting and relishing the beauty of real health again gave me some time to check the global picture. Hence, the entry below, staggered the humanitarian pendulum again. Outrage at a carnage that the world chooses to ignore prompted me to share it with you. I hope our knowledge and understanding of this pathetic situation will enable us to share it with the rest of our tiny global village.
Evil exists when good people choose to remain silent- Edmund Burke
Justice for Darfur
BAHAI, Chad -- Here, at this refugee camp on the border of Sudan, nothing separates us from Darfur but a small stretch of desert and a line on a map. All the same, it's a line I can't cross. As a representative of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees, I have traveled into Darfur before, and I had hoped to return. But the UNHCR has told me that this camp, Oure Cassoni, is as close as I can get. Sticking to this side of the Sudanese border is supposed to keep me safe. By every measure -- killings, rapes, the burning and looting of villages -- the violence in Darfur has increased since my last visit, in 2004. The death toll has passed 200,000; in four years of fighting, Janjaweed militia members have driven 2.5 million people from their homes, including the 26,000 refugees crowded into Oure Cassoni.
Attacks on aid workers are rising, another reason I was told to stay out of Darfur. By drawing attention to their heroic work -- their efforts to keep refugees alive, to keep camps like this one from being consumed by chaos and fear -- I would put them at greater risk. I've seen how aid workers and nongovernmental organizations make a difference to people struggling for survival. I can see on workers' faces the toll their efforts have taken. Sitting among them, I'm amazed by their bravery and resilience. But humanitarian relief alone will never be enough. Until the killers and their sponsors are prosecuted and punished, violence will continue on a massive scale. Ending it may well require military action. But accountability can also come from international tribunals, measuring the perpetrators against international standards of justice. Accountability is a powerful force. It has the potential to change behavior -- to check aggression by those who are used to acting with impunity. Luis Moreno-Ocampo, chief prosecutor of the International Criminal Court (ICC), has said that genocide is not a crime of passion; it is a calculated offense. He's right. When crimes against humanity are punished consistently and severely, the killers' calculus will change. On Monday I asked a group of refugees about their needs. Better tents, said one; better access to medical facilities, said another. Then a teenage boy raised his hand and said, with powerful simplicity, "Nous voulons une épreuve." We want a trial. He is why I am encouraged by the ICC's announcement yesterday that it will prosecute a former Sudanese minister of state and a Janjaweed leader on charges of crimes against humanity. Some critics of the ICC have said indictments could make the situation worse. The threat of prosecution gives the accused a reason to keep fighting, they argue. Sudanese officials have echoed this argument, saying that the ICC's involvement, and the implication of their own eventual prosecution, is why they have refused to allow U.N. peacekeepers into Darfur. It is not clear, though, why we should take Khartoum at its word. And the notion that the threat of ICC indictments has somehow exacerbated the problem doesn't make sense, given the history of the conflict. Khartoum's claims aside, would we in America ever accept the logic that we shouldn't prosecute murderers because the threat of prosecution might provoke them to continue killing? When I was in Chad in June 2004, refugees told me about systematic attacks on their villages. It was estimated then that more than 1,000 people were dying each week. In October 2004 I visited West Darfur, where I heard horrific stories, including accounts of gang-rapes of mothers and their children. By that time, the UNHCR estimated, 1.6 million people had been displaced in the three provinces of Darfur and 200,000 others had fled to Chad. It wasn't until June 2005 that the ICC began to investigate. By then the campaign of violence was well underway. As the prosecutions unfold, I hope the international community will intervene, right away, to protect the people of Darfur and prevent further violence. The refugees don't need more resolutions or statements of concern. They need follow-through on past promises of action. There has been a groundswell of public support for action. People may disagree on how to intervene -- airstrikes, sending troops, sanctions, divestment -- but we all should agree that the slaughter must be stopped and the perpetrators brought to justice. In my five years with UNHCR, I have visited more than 20 refugee camps in Sierra Leone, Congo, Kosovo and elsewhere. I have met families uprooted by conflict and lobbied governments to help them. Years later, I have found myself at the same camps, hearing the same stories and seeing the same lack of clean water, medicine, security and hope. It has become clear to me that there will be no enduring peace without justice. History shows that there will be another Darfur, another exodus, in a vicious cycle of bloodshed and retribution. But an international court finally exists. It will be as strong as the support we give it. This might be the moment we stop the cycle of violence and end our tolerance for crimes against humanity. What the worst people in the world fear most is justice. That's what we should deliver. The writer is a goodwill ambassador for the United Nations High Commission for Refugees. Compassion is not religious business, it is human business: it is not luxury, it is essential for our own peace and mental stability it is essential for human survival. This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple the philosophy is kindness. Tenzin Gyatsothe washington post |
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