spoken truthMy DREAM…
(via thegirlwhoreachedthemoon)
"Anger is an essential part of being human. People are taught to deny themselves anger, and in this, they are actually opening themselves up to hate. The more you deny yourself the freedom to be angry, the more you will hate. Let yourself be angry, and hate will disintegrate, and when hate disintegrates, forgiveness prevails! The more you deny that you are angry, in attempts to be “holy” the more inhuman you will become, and the more inhuman you will become, the harder it will be to forgive.
~ C. Joybell C."
~ C. Joybell C."
IHOP January 22, 2011:
“Happiness is a warm pancake”…or in this case french toast, cheese eggs, nutella crepes, lots of laughter, and good times with Becca…oh and meat, lots and lots of meat (sausage that is and poaches eggs, extra hard).
~Courtesy of Mike. If I am going to be completely honest who needs chocolatey hazelnut spread when you have him…mmmm big, black and beautiful. Now that’s what I call chocolate.
“I learned to surrender my body to the power of Spirit and was taken to where the future lives. I saw many wonders high on Sacred Mountains and because of my faith and my acceptance I have been changed. I have learned to accept the state of grace.”
Leda and the Swan
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
Auburn University 2010-2011
My mother always told me that I looked horrible in orange. she said that I was too pale to wear orange, that it washed me out, and if I really wanted to come across as flamboyant and obnoxious, then by all I should go ahead and wear orange. Though at the time I was oblivious to the meaning of these two words, I concluded from the demeaning sarcasm in her voice that it was in my best interest to stay away from all things orange.
Oddly enough I have most recently found myself in an overwhelmingly orange environment. And I will be the first to say that it has all in all been a challenge. I have had to accept the fact that I AM different. I realized that I may never parade across a stadium of people waving an orange flag, nor will I probably ever stroll the campus in an orange sundress and matching heals with a following of my closest sorority sisters, but that is not to say that I will judge or condemn those who do. I like to think of orange not as something material that I have to buy in to and conform to, but rather as a stage, a transition if you will, a right of passage. Orange is a journey. College is a journey. It is a unique color will ever changing hues and undertones. It is a sunset, intense and painfully bright at times but a inevitably destined to fade and transform into something serene and peaceful . As for me I like the color orange am vibrant and unconventional, slightly less aggressive than the intensity of red, and possessing the cheerful attributes of a glowing yellow.
I am one in 24,000 and I posses the power to give meaning to my surroundings, uncover a voice within myself, and speak my own truth. I have the ability to embody orange and wear it proudly, basking in the light of all that I am. And with time and patience I will know I will eventually become whole, complete, and with the purpose and abilities to be a part of something bigger than myself to ultimately fulfill my own potential. Orange. Burning. Bright. warm. Real. Sunrise. Sunset. Every moment. Everyday. To be or not to be…me.
~Martha Ann Murphy
Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar”, every “supreme leader”, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
~Carl Sagan
“It is truth of me that I have a heart. But it is not a fact which need be manifestwhen we for example look into my skull.”
~ Manuel “Mandel” Cabrera Jr.
Logic. Truth. Is there truly a lattice work, a pattern, to the unfolding of our universe? If things had been different would these truths still pertain to our existence or can they ultimately with stand the supremacy, the force, our what ever defines the context of life, and stand alone?
