tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354568242024-03-14T00:12:03.137-04:00Cave of PythiaPythia, would fulfill certain rituals before she initiated herself into her spiritual role of prophetess: bathe, purify in the Castalian waters; dress in ceremonial robes; sit upon a tripod in the temple; inhale vapors arising from a chasm; fall into a state of trance; channel Apollo’s words.
This is how I write.
Of the rituals and potions; clouded memories and ecstatic states; unintelligible utterings, riddles and rhymes; of the momentary madness; alas, knowledge and wisdom arise.Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-91044750726581087432013-02-10T16:47:00.001-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.368-04:00This Journey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">i feel her move beneath my feet </span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">faster than i can walk</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">sometimes</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">slower than i can balance</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">sometimes</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">she moves</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">she moves</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">time</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">always.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">my puddles become oceans</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">my molehills, mountains</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">my cracks, canyons</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">and then i find the edge</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">where in the darkest space</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">the light over the horizon shines brightest </span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">and there's no doubt</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">as to where i am</span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">on this journey.</span></div>
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Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-92206735164095195942012-11-12T10:47:00.000-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.391-04:00 The new music video, "PROMISED LAND," by the very talented Carolyn Striho and Scott Dailey <br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R0oeC3pLLLY" width="560"></iframe><br />Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-66521436783889822742012-04-22T19:42:00.001-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.402-04:00This Line, SinnersOf sinners, I am great.<br />
My vanity has staked her claim. <br />
In the night, I hear my name<br />
being called. In the night.<br />
A sound not peaceful to my sleep.<br />
A price not pretty.<br />
A mind left in fragments.<br />
A heart lost in fog. <br />
A soul washed ashore.<br />
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Am I being cleansed?<br />
Am I being drowned?<br />
Time will tell. Time will tell.<br />
Time is telling.<br />
. . . and it's telling me now that it has arrived<br />
to claim my youth,<br />
to claim my vanity.<br />
It's time.Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-51389369624736588942011-12-02T21:47:00.001-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.423-04:00repeating the past repeating the past repeating the past . . . when does it end?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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People who have done certain things . . . are obviously capable of doing those things. But if they have sought forgiveness, found peace and moved on - are they still capable of doing those things? Are they more or less apt to repeat past mistakes? Once the sweet flesh of the apple has been tasted (and even if a piece lodged itself in the throat) will the sweetness be temptation enough to taste again?<br />
Cheating or lying, stealing or betraying, philandering or partying, adultery or murder . . . whatever the sin - will it happen again?Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-45315824076131392952011-10-01T12:04:00.000-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.436-04:00Dressed up, all in black, sparkles and heels
I walk against the damp windy night
While others, bejeweled, await, shiny wheels
And valets escort them from rain into light . . .
from left to the right . . .
I walk toward the door
in plain sight.
Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-60001492280076713202011-08-18T00:28:00.000-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.458-04:00MPI Open Houses<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27178270?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&color=969696" frameborder="0" height="529" width="940"></iframe>
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<br />Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-77224865305324221102010-12-28T20:53:00.011-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.472-04:00worlds apart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5kb5FVimhlXiSOoDbi5DK4O_0yzBQ0VLx-KDeXQinDdCUTrtnvMvgWCJKD-TeRqrzHO0igI87gjFOQao-YwhH4gcnvAc8GRuerYchSjRYRpxdxV64iNwUu_YcJGw_v8dcoWw/s1600/picasso.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5kb5FVimhlXiSOoDbi5DK4O_0yzBQ0VLx-KDeXQinDdCUTrtnvMvgWCJKD-TeRqrzHO0igI87gjFOQao-YwhH4gcnvAc8GRuerYchSjRYRpxdxV64iNwUu_YcJGw_v8dcoWw/s400/picasso.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555947897169299202" /></a><br />My life is<br />not of this world.<br /><br />I wear the dress, the lip stick, the face.<br />Speak the words, walk the walk, keep the pace.<br /><br />At times I get lonely.<br />And at those times I indulge in the role-<br />so well so<br />that even I forget what's real-<br />absorbed in the comforts -<br />conformity's embrace<br />her arms like an octopus.<br /><br />My house is slipping out of order.<br />Everything around me-losing its place.<br />Socks in with t-shirts<br />Pencils in with the lipsticks<br />Acquaintances in with my friends . . .<br />Friends in with my people.<br /><br />My worlds are colliding.<br /><br />I am dizzied by the imbalance.<br />I am flattened by the squeeze.<br />I am flipping the apple cart and watching it all roll away.<br /><br />My world - her light barely visible from the thickness of this atmosphere. <div>She calls my name . . . calls me home.<div>And I alone, hear the call.<br />And I alone, must answer.<br /></div></div>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-63070740188072484842010-12-13T12:52:00.004-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.486-04:00and me in my kerchief<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYKO-poJ1Cu2IjnGBgpphrCH-n0EDxmM0RIsvqI4j76U2u5-2IjgtQy-Dkg4GWVxvstK7uDlk32Z6d09Av-UE3fAgYmfwlC6lkQ-_z1tM5ddd_xOAWnbvzpGCQAdUROhYY84h/s1600/Christmas+tree.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYKO-poJ1Cu2IjnGBgpphrCH-n0EDxmM0RIsvqI4j76U2u5-2IjgtQy-Dkg4GWVxvstK7uDlk32Z6d09Av-UE3fAgYmfwlC6lkQ-_z1tM5ddd_xOAWnbvzpGCQAdUROhYY84h/s400/Christmas+tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550228175187410626" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">and I in my cap</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">have just settled our hearts down </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">for a long winter's nap.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Hoping Santa doesn't forget...</span></div><div><br /></div>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-12866370973160288522010-07-18T00:08:00.004-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.526-04:00"Baring Sole" my thesis film<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLNAxbqQX0CpTrk4yq2ZNK1V3ZJfo3AFniDb0CmfI-nuHDcZ5zyKDPDI0-83D9yQ2QssPLTY6A_ztxgf79cCzrUlAKtnUxjyBdhOOqDAMNV2Xxyxx9m2eAM14CyUfr9_z3XyM/s1600/Baring-Sole_PosterFINAL.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLNAxbqQX0CpTrk4yq2ZNK1V3ZJfo3AFniDb0CmfI-nuHDcZ5zyKDPDI0-83D9yQ2QssPLTY6A_ztxgf79cCzrUlAKtnUxjyBdhOOqDAMNV2Xxyxx9m2eAM14CyUfr9_z3XyM/s400/Baring-Sole_PosterFINAL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532456902178414722" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; ">THERE IS BEAUTY IN OPENNESS; GRACE IN VULNERABILITY</span></div><meta charset="utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >After becoming unemployed from the only job she has ever known, Sophie, a plain and modest thirty year-old women, stumbles upon an online ad for an unconventional job that changes the way she sees herself.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >
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<br />Starring: Hope Cobb Crenshaw; Victor Pytko; Bradley Michael
<br />Featuring the music of: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/kelliscarr">Kelli Scarr</a>; <a href="http://www.myspace.com/moby">Moby</a>
<br />Art & Photography by: <a href="http://www.izzophotography.com/">Patricia Izzo</a>
<br />Catering by: <a href="http://www.bronxdeli.com/">The Bronx Deli</a>; <a href="http://www.cloverleafonline.com/">Cloverleaf Pizza</a>
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<br />Going into production July 22.Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-1016665625264698072010-05-09T14:00:00.005-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.539-04:00...because merry-go-round-and-round is not so merry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWPQxaW5ycpM5P3sLrc3TSO7zHvPmmvWopVCGhbVy3cTvu7yRd-RWi1Q46ikxSPqZiArHf3Yb9DDmmH90HXD-k_JSSghTWCHK_rCRmzZ5RKVi7mFy-FAleUQmGpqpgDVo03F2/s1600/millennium_force_13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWPQxaW5ycpM5P3sLrc3TSO7zHvPmmvWopVCGhbVy3cTvu7yRd-RWi1Q46ikxSPqZiArHf3Yb9DDmmH90HXD-k_JSSghTWCHK_rCRmzZ5RKVi7mFy-FAleUQmGpqpgDVo03F2/s400/millennium_force_13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469336640385022098" /></a><br />I love roller-coasters. <div><br /></div><div>I have never enjoyed the rides that go around and around and around . . . making me dizzy, upsetting my stomach. The same images blurring by me again and again and again. Screaming to get off - I've had enough. </div><div><br /></div><div>I like the butterflies, the adrenaline rush before every curve and dip, the excitement when I've reached the highest points . . . and the magnificent view from the top. </div><div><br /></div><div>The once around. And when it's over - I get back in line to experience it all over again - because no two rides are ever the same. <div><br /></div><div>I never saw that twinkling light on the top of water tower before. </div></div>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-41248717846732840482010-04-28T00:47:00.011-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.552-04:00Love . . . corralled and stabled<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzh-gRs93LmqQl9B9mygeShsVkWYBJVW7jP1eY0dsGanmajvwO44q-R5zInm5Qs3Nl-CYbCdg_kLBm1alhkzAfb4inGZTS8MLjKbULVN-mQgpvVDen35b6aeH1GyelDN-GvnUr/s1600/horse-running-beach.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzh-gRs93LmqQl9B9mygeShsVkWYBJVW7jP1eY0dsGanmajvwO44q-R5zInm5Qs3Nl-CYbCdg_kLBm1alhkzAfb4inGZTS8MLjKbULVN-mQgpvVDen35b6aeH1GyelDN-GvnUr/s400/horse-running-beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465046055356166690" /></a><div>Love . . . corralled and stabled.</div><div>I keep it close these days.</div><div><br /></div><div>It escaped once;</div><div>Wild horses running -</div><div>like they've never felt the wind in their manes before;</div><div>like they've never kicked the dirt up so high under their feet before.</div><div><br /></div><div>Galloping</div><div>unbridled,</div><div>without thought or contemplation.</div><div><br /></div><div>A heroic sight.</div><div>A breathtaking plight.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then </div><div>came, the fall -</div><div>broken legs, blood, pain</div><div>and yet, I could not bear to shoot</div><div>and yet nothing was the same.</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q1enUz-Qq8s?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q1enUz-Qq8s?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 10.8333px; "><b>"All The Wild Horses"</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 10.8333px; "><br />All the wild horses<br />All the wild horses<br />Tell her with tears in their eyes<br />May no man's touch ever tame you<br />May no man's reigns ever chain you<br />And may no man's weight ever defrayed your soul<br />And as for the clouds<br />Just let them roll<br />Roll away<br />Roll away<br />As for the clouds<br />Just let them roll<br />Roll away<br />Roll away<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 8.33333px; "><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 8.33333px; "><b>Ray Lamontagne</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-77171236879716182102010-01-24T08:28:00.007-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.565-04:00where it hushes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtvypfjr1FnQqbxT6II3Ghf0GnbQlFwqD7VCFGQysyCD_uPai12XBU8vBaSe3S0dQyDc2gX533FiEfi47Wi6IdprwLmwJfuv6Cy5McgOtZU3m8qPqLBXAdjJVfSUM6oM4tLO5/s1600-h/where+it+hushes+title+page.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtvypfjr1FnQqbxT6II3Ghf0GnbQlFwqD7VCFGQysyCD_uPai12XBU8vBaSe3S0dQyDc2gX533FiEfi47Wi6IdprwLmwJfuv6Cy5McgOtZU3m8qPqLBXAdjJVfSUM6oM4tLO5/s400/where+it+hushes+title+page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430301554020206002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27058334?color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen></iframe>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-46455273563805567922009-10-04T00:37:00.005-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.577-04:00Hanging out on the Planet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9Mvcu7tYsUpECU5Q4__WLeKe5GNMB3EsDcY3mnQTx3qwvgYkLeZ0L-ey2AAV6856VhIMO26s-DNkVve2XuOLo2anBrK4y26MYhSy2dVotYiy6OmEj7YZqWN9YSwYcWsVNfj-/s1600-h/Hair+on+Annabelle+%26+Bear.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9Mvcu7tYsUpECU5Q4__WLeKe5GNMB3EsDcY3mnQTx3qwvgYkLeZ0L-ey2AAV6856VhIMO26s-DNkVve2XuOLo2anBrK4y26MYhSy2dVotYiy6OmEj7YZqWN9YSwYcWsVNfj-/s400/Hair+on+Annabelle+%26+Bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388600427898760626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Well . . . I am beginning to get it. Yeah, I am just hanging out here soaking it all in. Back in school as many hours as will fit into a week.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I am living my dreams. I am happy. I am truly grateful.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">PS Just wrapped the 100% Michigan made, full-length feature film "Annabelle & Bear" (worked in Hair/Makeup/Wardrobe)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Lots more to learn in the film industry and hopefully . . . lots more time here on this beautiful planet.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRbI3b4dQoyESS2HuZtQqf27UYbpF_4S-OXTnGFUB9MmtADUN5tSYhc7n30FC09isCh30jbevF6UkK8Qk70Jacc6XNRHj7vh-2Oy_qJ8mPg-0dEEEOPcgzu8UPvVjm0huALG1/s1600-h/9630_721398814048_21713053_41785138_2268991_s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRbI3b4dQoyESS2HuZtQqf27UYbpF_4S-OXTnGFUB9MmtADUN5tSYhc7n30FC09isCh30jbevF6UkK8Qk70Jacc6XNRHj7vh-2Oy_qJ8mPg-0dEEEOPcgzu8UPvVjm0huALG1/s400/9630_721398814048_21713053_41785138_2268991_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388605758493806386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCQB-VBeN4bTd_rTDjqixqBpD-lQPvfscli8aKSK9TVWcASyk2GGzBOwUqV6K23qqLaJi2w96Lw1j0TJ0bm6J0jMDZnJ9qBiJNQcu3eZk5OfxXf8XphJpBheN1fqVrvJjHqUs/s1600-h/night+on+the+set+CU.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 373px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVS_mu9hgQOpBpAjC9d8opfLxj8d_xr2Vb0dR-TA_dAdu-ueKB0o3e5p1OVGq_ViXI5ooumdAYGtGRWN1JG3QQEMGIlhRMkDJ9X6hiGcG0kr1f8DKLbWaKqkV1ZsogTEynSHe/s400/Wrap+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388607675690195522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnY7zagAtS81IiPzCwFQmseyktXUuH1Q1FoJcIP0pLghAP_i2ogJKM7-5BAyVi2FpHzF6vQygLxUk_vJ7-58DjrNXCc7s5fmZboHXFmhIY_irua4MU0svjSbYYBlNkuh2nqT7/s1600-h/8216_1163039410299_1657280765_420506_934656_s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnY7zagAtS81IiPzCwFQmseyktXUuH1Q1FoJcIP0pLghAP_i2ogJKM7-5BAyVi2FpHzF6vQygLxUk_vJ7-58DjrNXCc7s5fmZboHXFmhIY_irua4MU0svjSbYYBlNkuh2nqT7/s400/8216_1163039410299_1657280765_420506_934656_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388606309122205426" border="0" /></a>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-52967486488515864052009-02-24T00:15:00.006-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.590-04:00...and 20 years later...I fell in love with Mickey Rourke all over again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmOWTrk2BRgdEpe40VbYixp5bdNTPalAMgx2HjcL6HW_KBFIEviNnxkiN8KpR41N4jrBGmWopKxEcMsk9yZFxXLYPBM8FVCcYmnpTggyiNzL8uUVg5KyzT0sA65qHBV-uzyyH/s1600-h/the-wrestler-poster-.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmOWTrk2BRgdEpe40VbYixp5bdNTPalAMgx2HjcL6HW_KBFIEviNnxkiN8KpR41N4jrBGmWopKxEcMsk9yZFxXLYPBM8FVCcYmnpTggyiNzL8uUVg5KyzT0sA65qHBV-uzyyH/s400/the-wrestler-poster-.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306232557136428194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Ahhhhhh . . . what can I say? He is the ultimate bad boy, Harley-riding . . . good-hearted, dog-loving, passionate, artistic, spiritual, introspective Catholic boy . . . a hero from the depths of hell . . . a man's man . . .a lady's man . . . man!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Way to go, Mickey Rourke!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">You are 'hope.'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">God Bless you and keep you.</span>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-46123059279132042892009-01-29T09:20:00.009-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.603-04:00Distortion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCUdLyue9QXRGhagda1GXrCTR-r9JAdM9qndRgQ-7q7Eeef3HKfRDGNaaw1goKYqLJ5GOHOn9vQzZ3Z3OCdJPNnGyhqDR4OSAcP8igbIngVBB7GlpunFSLWff0w8BkeZstK_Q/s1600-h/distorted+images+in+house+of+mirrors.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCUdLyue9QXRGhagda1GXrCTR-r9JAdM9qndRgQ-7q7Eeef3HKfRDGNaaw1goKYqLJ5GOHOn9vQzZ3Z3OCdJPNnGyhqDR4OSAcP8igbIngVBB7GlpunFSLWff0w8BkeZstK_Q/s400/distorted+images+in+house+of+mirrors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296724930826874786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Jessica Simson</span>, the most recent (celebrity) woman to be attacked and accused of <span style="font-style: italic;">hiding</span> her mortal, human skeleton (and soul) behind healthy, beautiful, protective, mortal HUMAN flesh. The names of <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Jennifer Love Hewitt</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Trya Banks</span> (to name a very few) have also appeared on the ongoing and ever growing list of women (particularly celebrity women) who have been accused and attacked for the same <span style="font-style: italic;">dysfunctional society's</span> social crime. I am sure that in this very moment; somewhere in the United States (where our Hollywood standards for women vs what real, healthy women look like are the equivalent to Disney vs the Brothers Grimm . . . worlds apart) a young girl is doing something to ensure she will fit inside the tiny plastic mold of the ideal woman as she grows (but shrinks). <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">And somewhere else in the United States - a young woman is dying or has died from an eating disorder.</span><br />And we all must take responsibility for this thinking. Every time a woman strives to live up to these airbrushed, photo-shopped, nutritionally starved, cosmetically altered (NOT enhanced, for enhancing is completely different than altering) . . . every time . . . <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">we give POWER to the image and take the POWER from ourSelves.</span><br />Every <span style="font-style: italic;">unnecessary</span> piece of clothing we strip from our bodies in order to expose more and more flesh to the world (for profit and for vanity) - we also strip away at ourSelves and our souls. This may sound prudish to some - but that is only because our standards have bottomed out - we have lost our class and our self-respect. I am not referring to art . . . I am referring to INTENT - the intent behind our actions and our thoughts.<br />I don't have to say more. Not only because I don't have the words to express my sadness, my anger and my outrage for this modern day 'witch hunt,' but rather because there is nothing more to say. It's <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">preposterous</span> - contrary to nature, reason, and common sense. It is absurd.<br />I don't want to partake in a society that thinks this way.<br />I don't want to live in a society that thinks this way.<br />I am ashamed of this society.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">If we, as a society, do not </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">collectively shift our thoughts about body image</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">, and </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">return to love</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">, acceptance and </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">GRATITUDE</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> for our outer shells, our God-given flesh and bones . . . the temples of our </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">SOULS </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">- then I wish not to participate in this ill-minded, man made society.</span>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-89678408815721716602009-01-23T18:07:00.006-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.616-04:00Letting<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzu9UhHubCFY3W2Nxy3AGDzBK0-7Qt-mgCH1QkJCyVcIT7aNwtVFPF2Db-AE5ufTJ4QiCc3Ynx0EpOnM0EqNHcHGc_V4dp4gOCofl7RlLj0HRh5KyxgrKXCbX3W3oQuxouy1OT/s1600-h/make+a+wish.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzu9UhHubCFY3W2Nxy3AGDzBK0-7Qt-mgCH1QkJCyVcIT7aNwtVFPF2Db-AE5ufTJ4QiCc3Ynx0EpOnM0EqNHcHGc_V4dp4gOCofl7RlLj0HRh5KyxgrKXCbX3W3oQuxouy1OT/s400/make+a+wish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294640730863622930" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >The palms of my hands opened</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >and out they flew.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >After all these years</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >They were still there -</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Call it a miracle.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Or call it a miracle I opened my palms.</span><br /></div>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-40641665236104540872009-01-12T13:35:00.003-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.628-04:00The Three Keys to Peace, Joy and Harmony"<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Know Thyself</span></span>," carved into the temple at Delphi (circa 440 BC)<br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing in Excess</span></span>," The second motto of the Temple of Delphi.<br /><br />And for me, the third key to bring about peace, joy and harmony into my life is <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">The Golden Rule</span></span></span>. . . . which dates back to ancient times and encompasses a wide range of world cultures and religions.<br /><br />The ancient <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">GREEK</span> meaning of the Golden Rule:<br /><br />"What thou avoidest suffering thyself seek not to impose on others." Epictetus<br /><br />"It is impossible to live a pleasant life without living wisely and well and justly (agreeing 'neither to harm nor be harmed'<sup id="cite_ref-6" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethic_of_reciprocity#cite_note-6" title=""><span></span><span></span></a></sup>), and it is impossible to live wisely and well and justly without living a pleasant life." Epicurus<br /><br />Other translations of the Golden Rule" are:<br /><br /><h3><span class="mw-headline">Buddhism</span></h3>"Putting oneself in the place of another, one should not kill nor cause another to kill."<br /><br />"One who, while himself seeking happiness, oppresses with violence other beings who also desire happiness, will not attain happiness hereafter."<br /><h3><span class="mw-headline">Baha'i Faith</span></h3>"Ascribe not to any soul that which thou wouldst not have ascribed to thee, and say not that which thou doest not."<br /><br />"Blessed is he who preferreth his brother before himself."<br /><br /><h3><span class="mw-headline">Christianity</span></h3>"Love your neighbor as yourself."<br /><br />"Do to no one what you yourself dislike." ("Do unto others as you would have done unto you.")<br /><br /><h3><span class="mw-headline">Confucianism</span></h3>"Never impose on others what you would not choose for yourself."<br /><br /><h3><span class="mw-headline">Taoism</span></h3>"Regard your neighbor's gain as your own gain, and your neighbor's loss as your own loss."<br /><br />"The sage has no interest of his own, but takes the interests of the people as his own. He is kind to the kind; he is also kind to the unkind: for Virtue is kind. He is faithful to the faithful; he is also faithful to the unfaithful: for Virtue is faithful."<br /><br /><h3><span class="mw-headline">Hinduism</span></h3><br />"One should never do that to another which one regards as injurious to one’s own self. This, in brief, is the rule of dharma. Other behavior is due to selfish desires."<br /><br /><h3><span class="mw-headline">Judaism</span></h3>"That which is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow. That is the whole Torah; the rest is the explanation; go and learn."<br /><br />"Thou shalt not take vengeance, nor bear any grudge against the children of thy people, but thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself: I am the LORD."<br /><h3><span class="mw-headline">Islam</span></h3><br />“That which you want for yourself, seek for mankind.”<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethic_of_reciprocity#cite_note-SiM_.26_W_.26_R_.26_D-26" title=""><span></span></a><br />“None of you [truly] believes until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself.”<br /><br /><h3><span class="mw-headline">Jainism</span></h3>"Just as pain is not agreeable to you, it is so with others. Knowing this principle of equality treat other with respect and compassion."<br /><br />GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND MAY THIS NEW YEAR BRING US CLOSER TO OUR ORIGINAL SELVES . . . OUR TRUE SELVES. MAY WE FIND OUR MEANING WITHIN. AND MAY WE ALL ASPIRE TO LIVE BY THE THREE KEYS TO PEACE, JOY AND HARMONY.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FsyoskYTESoeTsSD17XV6ikBIOIXIuI1SslSpZ-solGyVBaaVsr40ltN4QaEQFL7YLOLi19ra7HVXWnhQq1-n6m8kVNZO-Zm8eKDiZU1oR0ggxqKRk2Di8HAlzGkgq_CnfhD/s1600-h/HPIM4687.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FsyoskYTESoeTsSD17XV6ikBIOIXIuI1SslSpZ-solGyVBaaVsr40ltN4QaEQFL7YLOLi19ra7HVXWnhQq1-n6m8kVNZO-Zm8eKDiZU1oR0ggxqKRk2Di8HAlzGkgq_CnfhD/s400/HPIM4687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290479586346745378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Side Note - I left this blog post even though it was meant for my Sacred Footing blogsite. You see, I had just published the Violin article and was writing this for Sacred Footing. When I discovered that I had made a "mistake," something had happened and I could no longer delete it. (i.e. a comment arrived literally seconds after I hit the publish button and I did not want to not delete the comment) I did post this on my Sacred Footing blog as well.<br /><br /></span>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-67621282968351928552009-01-12T11:07:00.008-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.642-04:00Stop and Hear the Flowers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fnTJW2P_KCunMqXdtttaa0iq4AnytAQBJjpFM2P0yCWuyo639oF0MMgRPMo_aieu2asXIqZkL-oIeaYQKe1J_MveZtfEKGVFwPsvJr5ID3CPxNh0klTkit1EcNwBpA6Yhp57/s1600-h/violinist.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fnTJW2P_KCunMqXdtttaa0iq4AnytAQBJjpFM2P0yCWuyo639oF0MMgRPMo_aieu2asXIqZkL-oIeaYQKe1J_MveZtfEKGVFwPsvJr5ID3CPxNh0klTkit1EcNwBpA6Yhp57/s400/violinist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290439862369606546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >. . . and smell the music.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br />For a ticket price of approximately $100.00, one can attend Boston's Symphony Hall to hear world renowned musician-violinist, Joshua Bell, play one of the most intricate classical pieces ever written - Bach - with his handcrafted 1713 Stradivarius violin (worth 3.5 million).<br />For a price of approximately $100.00, one can transcend the <span style="font-style: italic;">minutus</span> details of daily life and immerse oneself in the beauty and the splendor of the sound of art.<br />For $100.00, one can STOP to smell the music.<br />But, apparently, without this price attached, one is blind and deaf and dumb and, well, just too preoccupied and busy to actually see and hear and <span style="font-style: italic;">appreciate</span> Joshua Bell play incognito, on a busy Washington DC metro during rush hour.<br />He played for 45 minutes. Only about six or seven people stopped to take notice, mostly children. His biggest fan, a six-year-old boy, was quickly whisked away by his mother. Twenty people threw money in a till - a total of $35.00. Only one person recognized him. And when Joshua completed playing the six intricate pieces by Bach . . . the familiar sounds of silence (</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >except for the noises in their heads) </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >comforted the ears of the passengers. No applause. No recognition. Silence. <br />This was all part of a social and marketing experiment by Gene Weingarten two years ago today; January 12, 2007, proving that people will designate one of two identical items as being distinctly better than the other simply because it is packaged or presented more attractively.<br />Weingarten set the event as an ,"experiment in context, perception and priorities - as well as an unblinking assesment of public taste: in a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?"</span>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-51148437958150264832009-01-05T22:35:00.006-05:002020-06-29T09:40:50.654-04:00breathing, heart beating, eyes open, smiling<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >Happy, Blessed, Healthy, Loving, Prosperous, Peaceful, Abundant . . . New Year!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >Chisel in hand, intent in heart, design in mind . . . and I have not yet carved my resolutions in the stone. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />These first five days of the new year escaped in an exhale.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >I am larger these days . . . the world around me, tiny. Days like seconds. Miles like steps. Obstacles like pebbles. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />I am smaller these days . . . the world around me vast. Seconds like lifetimes. Steps like eternity. Me . . . a speck of blue in the sky.</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I have found my place. I have found my space. I have found </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >me</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> in this place in this space.</span> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2d6oAI-CiFb7NzZBIjl2TkIGtsv5Bjz1qI6uB5nFMvm42Bg_K-oLFnx1AmThvU0VKZPYP_lf57y1rpM3tqyndxDdkCPI9xasmGf_eChofA_o44VxbREEcyBQrqYKKscneXw2/s1600-h/blue_sky_0925.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2d6oAI-CiFb7NzZBIjl2TkIGtsv5Bjz1qI6uB5nFMvm42Bg_K-oLFnx1AmThvU0VKZPYP_lf57y1rpM3tqyndxDdkCPI9xasmGf_eChofA_o44VxbREEcyBQrqYKKscneXw2/s400/blue_sky_0925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029992248368482" border="0" /></a></div>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-54457656092542191782008-09-13T12:48:00.003-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.665-04:00Understanding<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUIRwQ9UdMZ_X84Yy54bBps-PjIBuseD0l2phADtxQHn1MM-i4Yk_FGZYfrYy6uXuJoVH96ZJBa_-2OJYSJLlTzkzRpAJqXOHBvt3OdVwKVkxltsBap3MBk024Vn73-eP6Ph8v/s1600-h/HPIM4704.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUIRwQ9UdMZ_X84Yy54bBps-PjIBuseD0l2phADtxQHn1MM-i4Yk_FGZYfrYy6uXuJoVH96ZJBa_-2OJYSJLlTzkzRpAJqXOHBvt3OdVwKVkxltsBap3MBk024Vn73-eP6Ph8v/s400/HPIM4704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245551752791093506" border="0" /></a><br />Yes . . . I UNDERSTAND.<br />For ten years I have been gathering knowledge and sowing its seeds.<br />For ten years I have been in the<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">knowning</span>. But <span style="font-style: italic;">knowing is NOT understanding</span>.<br />I NOW understand<br />and the pieces are coming together.<br />I am still assimilating the all of it<br />. . . I am still descending upon the planet.<br />I AM ALIVE AND LIFE IS GOOD.<br />I AM . . . forever gratefulPythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-26228615389817640852008-07-02T16:13:00.004-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.677-04:00Painting Myself into Existence<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxVocdrfTsTcqynASXwS4NazZu3eqmr4PYZnOdc3bborhsWGYnp759gFVO0LoVvar8PijMhzJpNKd_I8t-NbuNvgxmUsUrNiNXFCgjUce4fuqYRQM-BCcJblR_buw9Kvv8YDu/s1600-h/Paint+me+into+existance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxVocdrfTsTcqynASXwS4NazZu3eqmr4PYZnOdc3bborhsWGYnp759gFVO0LoVvar8PijMhzJpNKd_I8t-NbuNvgxmUsUrNiNXFCgjUce4fuqYRQM-BCcJblR_buw9Kvv8YDu/s400/Paint+me+into+existance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218519091482821554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" >Finding myself within the stone . . . painting myself into existence . . . such is life . . . such is reality.</span>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-66507034250822439822008-06-12T13:31:00.005-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.689-04:00All the Signs Indicate the Halfway Point<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOACCBPZXeyFckeZ5n3Gk-o4UhcKy-BU7zhBvv4nfeCbdiVlGe1jwAP2o6kDiudXk_gaPxnXt26kvRhCjOrWfIEAvbCcfirFNz8LP2x2HbjxK0sXbuazddF8271KyR9TUTNIp/s1600-h/halfway+there.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOACCBPZXeyFckeZ5n3Gk-o4UhcKy-BU7zhBvv4nfeCbdiVlGe1jwAP2o6kDiudXk_gaPxnXt26kvRhCjOrWfIEAvbCcfirFNz8LP2x2HbjxK0sXbuazddF8271KyR9TUTNIp/s400/halfway+there.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211051380454491586" border="0" /></a>If a flower, if a plant, if the seedling of a tree . . . is aware when it is halfway to the surface . . . then I suppose I can say I am half-way there.<br /><br />I don't know know though if, when I arrive, I will arrive as a flower or a plant or a tree . . .<br /><br />I do know I am on my way to finding out. And that is what I want . . . to know . . . to know.<br /><br />In time I will know.<br /><br />Time in patience.<br /><br /> Patience<span style="font-style: italic;"> is</span> a virtue.<br /><br />Patience builds character, and having <span style="font-style: italic;">character </span>eliminates the want and need of being a character.Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-38804849784477502882008-05-08T21:35:00.000-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.702-04:00Waiting to Bloom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXl8YQJPcnDK9_3eGJ_GIfAEbKn9Ez8Jq0_1u9w8AbWw80FJaxmF6-ljaMO7Y4yFmQfOQo4NJ1TEanCdodf1R5i4KIZhzAP_RX3jiEB1N7aunhr-nPrvQO7YJ2fwhcXPdYdk5/s1600-h/HPIM2900.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXl8YQJPcnDK9_3eGJ_GIfAEbKn9Ez8Jq0_1u9w8AbWw80FJaxmF6-ljaMO7Y4yFmQfOQo4NJ1TEanCdodf1R5i4KIZhzAP_RX3jiEB1N7aunhr-nPrvQO7YJ2fwhcXPdYdk5/s400/HPIM2900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198017043227899010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBOgEaZo7Cc_MXq7ldGuKpmFwfiWDk1CURwcigXwL2m2KJ6mtKRPw9w0tPvmFqM87sVXG4Rs0syDJriIqSrT8aoKkg4CCzHT6WqxRFZyU9ilJ66qt0B3QxYZaUwylzDobYqnZg/s1600-h/HPIM3003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBOgEaZo7Cc_MXq7ldGuKpmFwfiWDk1CURwcigXwL2m2KJ6mtKRPw9w0tPvmFqM87sVXG4Rs0syDJriIqSrT8aoKkg4CCzHT6WqxRFZyU9ilJ66qt0B3QxYZaUwylzDobYqnZg/s400/HPIM3003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198017038932931698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdeojJrk09gJosHahGDNXCoGeHYrHRYS7qnNpmqKFhZeKYE6bVmTwz0yMT5DmC-E_s593bYogRmzUL3vI2LUj_c5bckgKF9GO_8Oglwlbaebh6rNsyZeEndxzR-ieWzHE78s4/s1600-h/HPIM3004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdeojJrk09gJosHahGDNXCoGeHYrHRYS7qnNpmqKFhZeKYE6bVmTwz0yMT5DmC-E_s593bYogRmzUL3vI2LUj_c5bckgKF9GO_8Oglwlbaebh6rNsyZeEndxzR-ieWzHE78s4/s400/HPIM3004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198017026048029794" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" >The magnolias have bloomed! I have not. Last year served to prune me back to near nothing. My roots have kept me breathing and silently living. My dormancy has proved to have been a much needed rest from the constant desire to flower.<br />I am well. I will continue to blog and write when I have something to say. For now, I am silent; I watch nature's mystical, magical changes as they embrace me, affect me, inspire me and speak to me. </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >Happy Spring. Happy Blooming.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Philosophy of a Dog:</span></span> During our walks; Emmy walks along side of me without a leash. I keep the leash in my hand and quickly snap it to her collar if and when we near passersby. When we get closer to the home, I remove her collar altogether. I noticed; when I remove her collar, she runs about as if she had just been freed. I realized . . . <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">it's not the leash that restrains the dog, but the wearing of the collar.</span> Mmmmm???? <br /></div></div>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-34456781430214820942008-04-24T10:34:00.004-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.716-04:00Orthodox Holy Week<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >Greek Orthodox Holy Week . . . Blessings to all . . . I shall return after Pashca (Easter)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >Kali Anastasi!</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAc9eUvejRG60u-6f9P6OB7uGtE6MTdrHeAXTVyA6gQ9wyDGhybbDMW1yq-gBt-TktqCLsKo1bn0CmcbOvc91sPXSdCNh8ktPitm4ZGJDmIsg0rA9Yj-G74FRAlYNtAzEZfXoS/s1600-h/Last+Supper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAc9eUvejRG60u-6f9P6OB7uGtE6MTdrHeAXTVyA6gQ9wyDGhybbDMW1yq-gBt-TktqCLsKo1bn0CmcbOvc91sPXSdCNh8ktPitm4ZGJDmIsg0rA9Yj-G74FRAlYNtAzEZfXoS/s400/Last+Supper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192830032577772386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3WkTHxmcEA9lRpXWxhcfRyHegRdGD3trkTt5y-9buoL4GiCTjcaA5uDTG_kKPc6irxcjaeGpM4OFmKfZe7yWcROrDFU4yZHLJnXdWm7GjKJZYYvurW6yyrA5sHZw6kDqG7dg/s1600-h/crucifixion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3WkTHxmcEA9lRpXWxhcfRyHegRdGD3trkTt5y-9buoL4GiCTjcaA5uDTG_kKPc6irxcjaeGpM4OFmKfZe7yWcROrDFU4yZHLJnXdWm7GjKJZYYvurW6yyrA5sHZw6kDqG7dg/s400/crucifixion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192830019692870482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63ZRwbI2pR_9eY71WopTN34vLtt4BNPyhQqDo29whArh04nlzIOtJkVM4jZUoGb_lbQSy7_LiaJmzb-WyOzA4N1yc_xsG5B3u-bJXYK7gYbkQgm3hZmoagZy1ngyTYqGrheue/s1600-h/resurrection_icon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63ZRwbI2pR_9eY71WopTN34vLtt4BNPyhQqDo29whArh04nlzIOtJkVM4jZUoGb_lbQSy7_LiaJmzb-WyOzA4N1yc_xsG5B3u-bJXYK7gYbkQgm3hZmoagZy1ngyTYqGrheue/s400/resurrection_icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192830157131823986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I will be writing more about Holy Pashca in my <a href="http://sacred-footing.blogspot.com/">Sacred Footing</a> blog - for all who are interested.Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35456824.post-71702939629894190782008-04-07T15:46:00.014-04:002020-06-29T09:40:50.730-04:00The Sins of the Winless<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd68vWNZZ6ZPYzMBgRcUV7tLImnRnVByUxW2PCSq8o5cPt3VbsJSzk5nig1EK0ZMhC9YM-Rwg6yt6FprpPgcGVGkK2GQ2h5G0Ign8PX-eflQcLiWOaeXJv0jGo71W69iHbd9B5/s1600-h/HPIM2612.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd68vWNZZ6ZPYzMBgRcUV7tLImnRnVByUxW2PCSq8o5cPt3VbsJSzk5nig1EK0ZMhC9YM-Rwg6yt6FprpPgcGVGkK2GQ2h5G0Ign8PX-eflQcLiWOaeXJv0jGo71W69iHbd9B5/s400/HPIM2612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186593649419272802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >Ok, so as it turned out, I was not the needed 'good luck' charm to help the Detroit Tigers end their - now six game - winless streak, when they played against the Chicago White Sox last night. Or maybe it was a no-luck combination of me, my daughter and two of her friends who went together. Or maybe it was the fact the White Sox played an exceptional game. Or maybe it was the fact the Tiger's did not play such an exceptional game. Or maybe the Tiger's are still acclimating and will soon get into a winning groove that will bring them up to first-place which is where they belong. Or maybe the seventh time will be the charm. Or maybe or maybe or maybe.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >"Let's Go Tigers!"</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8Q0OFqHTVSurSmbRvMZqRavR7sGrkOces4r7GhQiJGe97eNqaRi2Sgh4XP4GE29a2iVYe2QyYrVCugLi1TzfDQDGYsbpYCBT2ZR_2HENpcLjZkKdJ828dk55noeqM7A_IRO4/s1600-h/Alexia+and+Lindy+at+the+Tiger%27s+game+4-6-08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8Q0OFqHTVSurSmbRvMZqRavR7sGrkOces4r7GhQiJGe97eNqaRi2Sgh4XP4GE29a2iVYe2QyYrVCugLi1TzfDQDGYsbpYCBT2ZR_2HENpcLjZkKdJ828dk55noeqM7A_IRO4/s400/Alexia+and+Lindy+at+the+Tiger%27s+game+4-6-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186594628671816354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIALzvT5IPcughN9fGzZRRvdavWv7cy3xzjenbvaZ0qHtJ087ChVXTygSoU89HbTDXuCaCs9T30xGfsDZqXPb_Zc71QWk7KIebPykLB7kDpRl-7N555YmFEmynXzweeCiillp-/s1600-h/HPIM2600.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGqnthZ0Ht8UQtq81x9ysZe9yz2SW7OH-9AQLGLreB_9l-xjjYvRE3QyElspgcFmgOhff8oIfS_1hxMRMiuOzpzcP7XY5eH95Ob7Pm8QB0C7xmUFQWKEqzSzI5nXJ_T5147EO/s400/HPIM2607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186593640829338178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6DTLCMC7AcmswVh3FR-Yd2bKhXrI_bWCxHAZ5HPQG_tVQuk40IK4xYyjgGiLRG2XljXFCindyOtmgMN8rN1i1xCnZc2BctqmBVrqIMaoobYElxR1h7HWhb7XDRHlzHMY0H0S/s1600-h/HPIM2603.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6DTLCMC7AcmswVh3FR-Yd2bKhXrI_bWCxHAZ5HPQG_tVQuk40IK4xYyjgGiLRG2XljXFCindyOtmgMN8rN1i1xCnZc2BctqmBVrqIMaoobYElxR1h7HWhb7XDRHlzHMY0H0S/s400/HPIM2603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186596114730500786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjF9awQ7P9TxT6HTyXC2nFfIB7bMudXCkA2kMGoCO36lvjrxeGRWytMR8XpZYSliDS5bdu4drhjCyytOu6NRRPN5FVyt7XEGgDAmm2EcW1QAauA99IEa9TZbk1foPGfnHKsHg/s1600-h/HPIM2611.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjF9awQ7P9TxT6HTyXC2nFfIB7bMudXCkA2kMGoCO36lvjrxeGRWytMR8XpZYSliDS5bdu4drhjCyytOu6NRRPN5FVyt7XEGgDAmm2EcW1QAauA99IEa9TZbk1foPGfnHKsHg/s400/HPIM2611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186593645124305490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6v7tmZAikjy0_ScOtK_Bg-S5KoZ80dcLpY0JY9NgVi0m_Q9a5QYxs6y3jf1PmHjKuHXtV76b21RPnS9T0BZ-4gh0y7sZ6135sL8ZO79oc7pGCPuAnbMuTkZnLmcbKfLyON4py/s1600-h/HPIM2623.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6v7tmZAikjy0_ScOtK_Bg-S5KoZ80dcLpY0JY9NgVi0m_Q9a5QYxs6y3jf1PmHjKuHXtV76b21RPnS9T0BZ-4gh0y7sZ6135sL8ZO79oc7pGCPuAnbMuTkZnLmcbKfLyON4py/s400/HPIM2623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186594611491947138" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >I wonder about the 'fans' who are fortunate enough, wealthy enough, connected enough to sit in some of the best seats in the park . . . like the seat I was lucky enough to sit in last night . . . I wonder about those very quiet, dignified "fans." Some were busy doing late-night business deals and introductions while their teenage daughters were getting up and down and up and down to walk around and shop for candy, peanuts, coke and pizza all while text messaging every one of their friends. Some looked bored. Some very proper. Some looked like they were there because they were important enough to sit in those great seats. Some looked like had they had a remote control they would have surfed the channels. Yes, some were Sox fans. Some were jeering, booing fools, while some others, whose lives may have been on the line depending on the outcome, were just plan crabby. And then there was me and my gang. We were there to cheer on and support our team - The TIGERS - and we were cheering them<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>on. </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span>YEAH!</span></span> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">oh, was that too loud?</span> Come on people! Support our team! It's not like we're asking you to paint letters on your bare chests! The game was televised on ESPN and my sister and some friends informed me that we on on TV - </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >good thing I did not eat any ice-cream - <span style="font-style: italic;">a little Seinfeld humor; George Costanza style.</span></span>Pythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.com4