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Ordinary Things

(A Diary Of Mindless Thoughts Or Happenings!)

I saw a page, where a guy recorded his dreams...well, since I almost like NEVER remember dreams,I thought it might be fun to record crazy thoughts instead! *Grin*

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Disclaimer thingie: Please keep in mind that these entries are usually scratched when I get out of bed at 4 a.m. to get ready for my day...so yeah, there will be typographical, and gramatical errors, and whathaveyou...

Live with it!!

Going to give this page the "last entry first" look, I think...(not that anybody cares! hah!)
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Days Of Summer

I remember how this time of year felt as a child. That great anticipation for summer vacation! I can sense it in my 7 yr old, my summer solstice boy (who will soon be turning 8) Already I feel it seeping into his bones when I hug his sun-kissed skin close to my own (when he lets me that is!)

The boy has one thing, and one thing only on his agenda...playing! And he plays harder from dawn till dusk, than anyone I know..I assure you!

I love catching glimpses of long ago summers when I watch him at play; when he comes to the door sticky with pine gum from his tree-climbing expeditions, when heís "practically dying of thirst" and in dire need of a drink, comes asking for a change of clothes because heís covered with mud "I had no idea there was a mud puddle there mom!" or needs a bandaid for those 'near-fatal' scraped knees.

This is the first summer that Iíll be spending at home in about 5 yrs, and I donít know if I remember how to be a 'summer mom' anymore, so it will be an adjustment to say the least. But I am looking forward to it, because these are some of the last summers of boyhood that I will get to experience firsthand, as my boy is growing faster than the speed of right! ;-)

Yes, well...

Back to being my troglodytic self I go then.

Carry on...

The Reason

THE REASON
By: Hoobastank

I'm not a perfect person
As many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear

I've found a resaon for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

I fell in love with this song by Hoobastank from the moment I heard it, but now of course, incessant radio repetition just fuckin killed it!

I started taking violin lessons last week, and Iím rather enjoying it so far. Iíve played guitar for years and always loved the way the instrument vibrated against my chest. With the violin, now youíre going to think this is weird, but I feel the vibration against my chest as well, but most intensely in my forehead, you know sorta like when you hum and feel the vibrationís timbre in both those areas...yeah like that! I just think it's cool!!

So my goal now is to make it sing rather than screech like a dying cat. I suppose that will come in time, meanwhile, Iíll just enjoy torturing my neighbors *muahahahaha* ooo! I should only play it at midnight or something, then it would be all creepy-like and really freak them out! Heh!

It was my Grandfatherís violin, and itís been in retirement for over 30 years now. I always thought it a shame to have it collecting dust in my Motherís closet that way...I just knew it still held beautiful music within its aged body, and I was right! I asked my teacher to play something for me and she said that it had an amazing resonance still. I am rather proud of myself for doing this for a multitude of reasons, but mostly I look at it as preserving this as a part of the memory of my Grandfather, and all that he has passed down to me. I hope to make him proud!

Oh my God! I mean Buddha! ;)

Seeing the Dalai Lama live in Ottawa yesterday was probably one of the most awesome experiences of my life!

Alanis Morrissette opened for the Dalai. She sang three songs and was fabulous! I especially like the lyrics to one of the songs from her new (soon to be released) album "So Called Chaos". And she looked great with short hair :)

One of the most remarkable things that I will always remember was the 'humbling' of a crowd of 9,000. When the Dalai spoke, you could feel a heavy silence, sense a 'common awareness', and a shared acquiescence among people. It was then that I realized how aptly they named his tour, "Living Peace".

His humor is so genuine, and his laughter infectious. A girl sitting beside my friend made a comment that was well said; that he was like a grandfather that youíd want to kiss and hug.

When asked about meditation, he replied that the best meditation was 7 hours of sleep! And the classic "What is the meaning of life?" question was saved for last...his answer was that he contemplated that one a long time, and that the answer was one that each person had to find for themselves.

In his book, Ancient Wisdom, Modern World Ė Ethics For The New Millennium that I bought about a year ago and only recently started reading, I found personal truth in this passage...

[snip]

I believe there is an important distinction to be made between religion and spirituality. Religion I take to be concerned with faith in the claims to salvation of one faith tradition or another, an aspect of which is acceptance of some form of metaphysical or supernatural reality, including perhaps an idea of heaven or nirvana. Connected with this are religious teachings or dogma, rituals, prayer and so on. Spirituality I take to be concerned with those qualities of the human spirit Ė such as love and compassion, patience, tolerance, forgiveness, contentment, a sense of responsibility, a sense of harmony Ė which bring happiness to both self and others. While ritual and prayer, along with the questions of nirvana and salvation, are directly connected with religious faith, these inner qualities need not to be, however. There is thus no reason why the individual should not develop them, even to a high degree, without recourse to any religious or metaphysical belief system. This is why I sometimes say that religion is something we can perhaps do without. What we cannot do without are these basic spiritual qualities.

Those who practice religion would, of course, be right to say that such qualities, or virtues, are fruits of genuine religious endeavor and that religion therefore has everything to do with developing them and with what may be called spiritual practice. But let us be clear on this point. Religious faith demands spiritual practice. Yet it seems there is much confusion, as often among religious believers as among non-believers, concerning what this actually consists in. The unifying characteristic of the qualities I have described as Ďspiritualí may be said to be some level of concern for othersí well being. In Tibetan, we speak of shen-pen kyi-sem, meaning the thought to be of help to others. And when we think about them, we see that each of the qualities noted is defined by an implicit concern for othersí well-being.

If you consider yourself a religious person, then more power to you, I hope you find it fulfilling and meaningful. I personally donít think there is one Ďrightí religion. And hearing the Dalai speak has only reinforced my beliefs that if we can open ourselves to compassion, love, patience and forgiveness, we can find then peace within ourselves, and thus live in harmony with the world...regardless of your religion, or beliefs. I also think that if more people were to look within, before pointing the accusing finger to all the wrongs of the world, they would find that making a difference really does begin on a personal level. At least thatís the way I see it.

In closing, I have to say noticing that 2/3 of the gathered crowd were young adults, was a pleasant realization. Hopefully they will carry forth the desire for peace and making this a better world to live in.

"all we are saying...is give peace a chance!" ;)

Here are pics from the nosebleed section, but who cares? I was there man!!

Dalai Lama 1
Dalai Lama 4
Dalai Lama 3
Dalai Lama 2

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Oh Solo Mio

What a perfectly lonesome Saturday night.
(can you tell I enjoy my solitude?)
Here I sit with candle flame and thought,
While I drift from one emotion to the next;
as I listen to the soundtrack of the French musical
Notre Dame de Paris.

I love musicals, because they portray a whole gamut
of feelings, events, and lives, with music
and song that sometime conveys a message in a
much more profound and passionate manner than any
other medium...but perhaps that is only my
perception of it, since music has always spoken to me
in a special way.

I stood at my bathroom window earlier to watch the
pines in my back yard dance erratically as the
wind ribboned around them...It made me long for
warmer evenings where I could sit on the deck to
listen to the wind, as well as watch. Wind
can sound so soothing, like a lullaby at times,
or howl threats of disaster, emphasizing
its duality.

I have difficulty dealing with my own duality at
times, so I expect that it is not easy for those
I expose to it, to deal with it either. Perhaps I should
not be so short on patience when I myself,
require such an abundance of it.

Well anyway, I will not bore you any longer, Iíll end
this entry by simply saying, for those who
would understand such a statement, that
Iím going to "PLACE" for a while... ;-)

A Train of Thought

I sought to escape the dayís worries by immersing myself in a hot scented bath.
I reached for, and grabbed a book off the shelf blindly, and I found myself reading "Leaves of Grass"

As I read, and I read I acknowledged yet again that it was indeed true... all art is self-centered!"

"Fuck, why didnít I realize this before?!" I blurted,
when a friend made the earlier comment.
(I was only being half-serious)

Of course I uh, never called myself an artist until just very recently. Though I write, and I draw, and I paint (very badly) I play instruments, and dabble in amateurish photography, and...Iím an artist? Yes, yes I am!

"It is all about the artistís concept and the need to make a statement"

Yes, I guess I can see that now...

"But these leaves conning you con at peril,
For these leaves and me you will not understand,
They will elude you at first and still more
afterward,
I will certainly elude you,
Even while you should think you had unquestionably
caught me, be-hold!
Already you see I have escaped from you"

says The Walt man

All art is self-centered, and is the manifestation of a need to express oneself, and make a statement...

Hi, my name is Carole, and I am a self-centered artist, thankyouverymuch!

(yet there is so much more to it than merely this)

When Enough Is Enough

"When you love someone, I mean really love someone, but they...just can't seem to get their shit together, when do you get to the point of enough is enough?"

"Never"

-From the Movie The Mexican with Brad Pitt and Julia Roberts...

Sometimes I wish more people would have heard this movie quote, or better yet, apply it to their lives!!

See...for me, life is just not about quitting, no matter what you're talking about specifically.

You just don't!

I know sometimes it's easier to give up and give in, but for me personally, that equals a certain death. I cannot tolerate faillure in myself.

That being said, everyone has a threshold...

Do you know when you've reached yours? Because I think I am incapable of knowing when I've reached mine.

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