Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Love

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A wise old friend said to me: "I would do anything for TRUE love"
One storm comes and amour is no longer there. Gone like these letters washed out by coming tide. Is it possible? What if it is? And if it is what is love all about? A friend told me if he found true love he would do anything, anything to keep it, anything to save it from storm and after storm even if it meant going to prison and revealing the truth.... obvious truth.
Very few people have this kind of courage .... Books have been written, films made about grand amour but does this kind of true love happen ever in real life? Doubt it ... there always seems to be a kind of "in terest" which becomes obvious when storms arrive .... otherwise divorce would not exist as an instiutution ....
Is love just an illusion of a a lonely and egocentric mind needing protection of the other mind and soul to ful.fill its own need of security and belonging?

Saturday, November 27, 2010

And So It Is

It's the birthday of the man who said, "I know I am making the choice most dangerous to an artist in valuing life above art." That's writer James Agee, (books by this author) born in Knoxville, Tennessee (1909). During his lifetime, he was best known as one of the greatest film critics of his era. And he was not afraid to disagree with what was popular. He wrote a passionate, three-part defense of Charlie Chaplin's Monsieur Verdoux (1947), which was panned by critics when it was released. Agee wrote: "Chaplin's performance as Verdoux is the best piece of playing I have ever seen: here, I cannot even specify the dozen or so close-ups each so great and so finely related and timed that withdrawn and linked in series they are like the notes of a slow, magnificent, and terrifying song, which the rest of the film serves as an accompaniment. […] Chaplin's theme, the greatest and most appropriate to its time that he has yet undertaken, is the bare problem of surviving at all in such a world as this." Agee was also a successful screenwriter and book critic.
But today he is best known for two books: Let Us Now Praise Famous Men (1941) and A Death in the Family (1958). After he graduated from Harvard in 1932, Agee was hired by Fortune magazine, which had just started up two years earlier. He wrote some articles on hydroelectric power and flood control in Tennessee, and Henry Luce — the man who created Fortune, TIME, Life, and Sports Illustrated — was impressed with the young writer. A few years later, Agee was assigned to do a story about sharecroppers in Hale County, Alabama, with a photographer; he insisted on Walker Evans, from the Farm Security Administration. They lived with three farm families for about two months — Agee took notes and Evans took photos. But after Agee got back to New York, he couldn't figure out a way to put everything he had seen into a neat little article that would fit in Fortune's "Life and Circumstances" series. So it was never published in Fortune. Instead, he spent several years writing the book that became Let Us Now Praise Famous Men. It was a long and difficult book, more like poetry than journalism in parts, and by the time it was published, the country was more interested in World War II than in the Great Depression. So the book was a total flop, selling only about 600 copies and quickly going out of print.
Agee moved on to his career as a critic and screenwriter. He published a novel, was married three times, and had four children. He was an alcoholic and a heavy smoker, and he died in 1955 at the age of 45, from a heart attack. His second novel, A Death in the Family (1957), was published two years after he died and won the Pulitzer Prize. A few years later, Let Us Now Praise Famous Men was reissued and came to be considered a classic, one of the great books of the century.
In it, he wrote:
"A man and a woman are drawn together upon a bed and there is a child and there are children:
First they are mouths, then they become auxiliary instruments of labor: later they are drawn away, and become the fathers and mothers of children, who shall become the fathers and mothers of children:
Their father and their mother before them were, in their time, the children each of different parents, who in their time were each children of parents:
This has been happening for a long while: its beginning was before stars:
It will continue for a long while: no one knows where it will end:
While they are still drawn together within one shelter around the center of their parents, these children and their parents together compose a family:
This family must take care of itself; it has no mother or father: there is no other shelter, nor resource, nor any love, interest, sustaining strength or comfort, so near, nor can anything happy or sorrowful that comes to anyone in this family possibly mean to those outside it what it means to those within it: but it is, as I have told, inconceivably lonely, drawn upon itself as tramps are drawn round a fire in the cruelest weather; and thus and in such loneliness it exists among other families, each of which is no less lonely, nor any less without help or comfort, and is likewise drawn in upon itself:
[...]
So that how it can be that a stone, a plant, a star, can take on the burden of being; and how it is that a child can take on the burden of breathing; and how through so long a continuation and cumulation of the burden of each moment one on another, does any creature bear to exist, and not break utterly to fragments of nothing: these are matters too dreadful and fortitudes too gigantic to meditate long and not forever to worship."

Friday, November 26, 2010

Things Can Change in a Flash

Tonight as I was driving home from Thanksgiving dinner at the home of a friend I recently found on Facebook, after 40 years, I thought how blessed I was to have found her.


Kathy and I played together, often, as children.  And, tonight she had me for dinner with her family at her lovely home in Franklin.  I met her daughters and their husbands for the first time.  And her granddaughter, Hailey 14 mos old.  Everything was perfect.  Her house.  The food.  The company.  Our renewed friendship. 

What joy, what bliss, how my heart sang.

Until. . . .    I was driving home thinking how happy things could be.  How life can turn on a dime, and suddenly everything's better.  I was invited to a family Thansgiving.  Put at the head of the table, shared homemade cooking with warm company all around.  I was in heaven and grateful we had found each other, again, after 45 years.

Suddenly, while driving 70 mph on the freeway, a soft bunny hopped out of nowhere.  Darling, sweet, innocent bunny rabbit.  Right in front of my car!  I couldn't slam on the brakes, couldn't swerve, couldn't do anything but keep going, praying I wouldn't hit him.

Hippity-hop, hippity-hop, silence-----smash!

Thud under my car.  Throb in my heart.  Tears in my eyes.  Numb-struck.  Everything light turned to dark.

The end of my Thansgiving.

AND:


It's the birthday of the cartoonist Charles Schulz, (books by this author) born on this day in St. Paul, Minnesota (1922). When he was two days old, an uncle nicknamed him "Sparky," after a horse in a comic strip. Young Charles loved the comics, and every Sunday he and his dad read through all the funnies in six different newspapers. He was a shy, awkward kid, he skipped two grades, and he didn't have many friends. He got a C+ in a correspondence school art class, and even his high school yearbook wouldn't publish his drawings. But he decided to be a cartoonist anyway.
In 1947, when Schulz was 24, he started publishing a weekly comic strip called Li'l Folks in the St. Paul Pioneer Press. It featured a boy who loved Beethoven, a beagle dog, and a boy named Charlie Brown. He got $10 a week for his comic. In 1949, he asked the paper for two things: a pay increase, and to have Li'l Folks moved from the women's section to the comics section. The Pioneer Press denied both his requests, so he quit. He hadn't gotten any of his original artwork back, but he regularly cut out his strips from the paper, so he took his best clips and sent them to the United Features Syndicate. And on October 2, 1950, Peanuts made its national debut, complete with Charlie Brown, Snoopy, and the Beethoven-loving Schroeder, along with Linus, Lucy, Sally, and Woodstock. In December of 1999, Schulz announced that he was going to retire for health reasons, and his last Peanuts strip was set for February 13, 2000. He died on February 12th.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

November 25, 2010Being Truly Thankful
Beyond Counting Blessings

Often when we practice being thankful, we go through the process of counting our blessings, acknowledging the wonderful people, things and places that make up our reality. While it is fine to be grateful for the good fortune we have accumulated, true thankfulness stems from a powerful comprehension of the gift of simply being alive, and when we feel it, we feel it regardless of our circumstances. In this deep state of gratitude, we recognize the purity of the experience of being, in and of itself, and our thankfulness is part and parcel of our awareness that we are one with this great mystery that is life.

It is difficult for most of us to access this level of consciousness as we are very caught up in the ups and downs of our individual experiences in the world. The thing to remember about the world, though, is that it ebbs and flows, expands and contracts, gives and takes, and is by its very nature somewhat unreliable. If we only feel gratitude when it serves our desires, this is not true thankfulness. No one is exempt from the twists and turns of fate, which may, at any time, take the possessions, situations, and people we love away from us. Ironically, it is sometimes this kind of loss that awakens us to a thankfulness that goes deeper than just being grateful when things go our way. Illness and near-miss accidents can also serve as wake-up calls to the deeper realization that we are truly lucky to be alive.

We do not have to wait to be shaken to experience this state of being truly thankful for our lives. Tuning in to our breath and making an effort to be fully present for a set period of time each day can do wonders for our ability to connect with true gratitude. We can also awaken ourselves with the intention to be more aware of the unconditional generosity of the life force that flows through us regardless of our circumstances.


When we are in the state of thankfulness, we are in a higher state of awareness, gratitude at our doorstep.

Here's what I have to be thankful for:

 

Saturday, November 20, 2010

No communication
Total silence, a black hole, an endless abyss.
It hurts my ears, it hurts my eyes, it hurts my heart
I yearn to hear, to know, to feel.
Where are you? Where have you gone?
What are you doing, thinking, dreaming?
I used to know.
There is such a void where the words used to live
A loneliness only you can fill.
The words have gone, but the connection still lives.
You're in my thoughts, my dreams, my heart, my soul.
We may be silent but forever connected.

By: Diane Blue

I have this feeling with so many people in my life.  Some, now but a vision of the past, others still floating on the shores of my heart but keeping distance between us.  Hurts.  So needless. 

In this life, time goes by faster than the speed of light, and before we all know it, the curtain will fall and darkness decend forever.

So, why keep me at bay?  Let the light and your heart in.  Connect!  Talk, hug, FEEL the magic between us.  I think of you often.  With smiles and sentementality, warmth and wonder.  You won't let me in, yet I play with you every day.  Our connection still strong.  Forever.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Dreamin'

I Am Going Away
Away For The Day
To A Land Of My Imagination

A Place Filled With Splendor
Splendor And Wonder
Of Enchanting Beauty No Where Else Would You See
Where All Trees Could Talk
Talk As They Walk
What Tales Have They To Tell Me?
Where Fairies Would Sing
Sing Songs Of Spring
As They Dance A Dance Just For Me
Where Golden Dragons Fly
Fly High In The Sky
And White Unicorns Run Wild , Run Free
So If You Would Like To Go Too
All You Have To Do
Is Use Your Imagination

By: Erwin Quah
Some people give the gift of peace and tranquility...
to every life they touch....
they are always who they really are...
they are blessedly reliable....
dependably good....
predictably pleasant....
loved and treasured by all who know them...

--Annonymous

Do What You Love

“When we feel a passion for something, it is because we are remembering what it was that we came here to do. The more passion we feel, the more in alignment with Source we are, allowing this energy to pour through us with no hesitation. This is the way it was meant to be.”

 - Karen Bishop


Sometimes success is better measured in smiles received, giggles heard, and hands held, than in dollars earned, deadlines met, and kilos shed.
Mike Dooley
Inspirational Author, Speaker and Friend

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Interesting Trivia

It's the birthday of the playwright George S. Kaufman, (books by this author) born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (1889), who inherited a terrible case of hypochondria from his mother. She wouldn't let him play with other children, for fear of germs, and she wouldn't let him drink milk either. The only beverage he was allowed was boiled water. By the time he was an adult, he was terrified of being touched and he never shook hands. He was so afraid of dying in his sleep that he often didn't sleep for days. He once said, "The kind of doctor I want is one who when he's not examining me is home studying medicine."
But despite his quirks, Kaufman managed to co-write more hit plays than anyone else in the history of Broadway, including Animal Crackers (1928), Strike Up the Band (1930), and You Can't Take It With You (1938). His various partners through the years all said that he was a meticulous rewriter and polisher, that he was never satisfied with a script even up till the last minute. Even on the most triumphant of opening nights, he could always be found backstage, pale and terrified that the play would be a flop.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Happy Equals Healthy

According to Researchers from Harvard Medical School and the University of  California, San Diego:
“When an individual becomes happy, the network effect can be measured up to three degrees. One person’s happiness triggers a chain reaction that benefits not only his friends, but his friends’ friends, and his friends’ friends’ friends. The effect lasts for up to one year.”

There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under my jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life - whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts.
Elizabeth Gilbert
American Novelist and Short Story Writer

Friday, November 12, 2010

Happiness is an Inside Job

“In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself.”

“You cannot change your destination overnight, but you can change your direction overnight”
Jiddu Krishnamurti


Tuesday, November 9, 2010

“A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used”

O. Holmes


Monday, November 8, 2010

Life in the Country

A Day In The Country

"If the sight of the blue skies fills you
with joy, if a blade of grass springing
up in the fields has power to move
you, if the simple things of nature
have a message that you understand;
rejoice, for your soul is alive."
~Elenora Duse

"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated"?
Mahatma Ghandi

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Open Heart

And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963
French Poet, Artist, Playwright and Novelist

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Observations

It's the birthday of the photographer Walker Evans, born in St. Louis, Missouri (1903), who wanted to be a writer but suffered from terrible writer's block. He said, "I wanted so much to write that I couldn't write a word." He felt like a failure until one day he picked up a camera and realized that with a camera he didn't have to create things, he could just capture them. The popular photography of the day was highly stylized, so Evans decided to go in the opposite direction, to take pictures of ordinary, unpretentious things. He said, "If the thing is there, why there it is."
Evans photographed storefronts and signs with marquee lights, blurred views from speeding trains, old office furniture, and common tools. He took pictures of people in the New York City subways with a camera hidden in his winter coat. He especially loved photographing bedrooms: farmers' bedrooms, bohemian bedrooms, middle-class bedrooms. He'd photograph what people had on their dressers and in their dresser drawers. In 1933, he was given the first one-man photographic exhibition by the new Museum of Modern Art.
In the summer of 1936, he collaborated with the journalist James Agee on a book about tenant farmers in Greensboro, Alabama, called Let Us Now Praise Famous Men (1941). The book included Evans's photographs of the Burroughs family, the Fields family, and the Tingle family at work on their farms and in their homes. Those photos are among the most famous images of the Great Depression. Walker Evans said, "Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long."

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Lady Chatterley's Lover

It was on this day in 1960 that Penguin Books was acquitted in an obscenity case. D.H. Lawrence's (books by this author) novel Lady Chatterley's Lover was the book in question, and Penguin had attempted to publish a paperback edition of the novel, which had been published in 1928 and banned in England ever since.
Obscenity laws had been in place in England since 1868. The definition of obscene was anything that might "deprave and corrupt those whose minds are open to such immoral influences." Lawrence knew he didn't stand a chance with Lady Chatterley's Lover, which was the story of a Constance Chatterley, the wife of a paralyzed, impotent lord; she has an affair with the gamekeeper on her estate. So he self-published the novel in Florence, and died in France in self-imposed exile two years later, in 1930. At the time of his death, few people took him seriously as a literary figure. One exception was the novelist E.M. Forster, who called him "the greatest imaginative novelist of our generation."
In 1959, England's obscenity law was redefined, with more leeway for material that could be proven to have artistic merit. Sir Allen Lane, the founder of Penguin, saw his chance to include Lady Chatterley's Lover in a D.H. Lawrence series. Penguin announced its intention to publish the book, and the government announced its intention to take them to court.
The press lined up at 7:45 a.m. on the morning of October 27th to get into the first day of the trial, and Penguin's lawyer, Michael Rubinstein, handed out illegal copies of Lady Chatterley's Lover with the covers of a different Lawrence novel, so that they could follow the proceedings better.
Dozens of writers had volunteered to defend Lawrence's novel, among them Aldous Huxley, Bertrand Russell, Doris Lessing, Irish Murdoch, and Laurence Durrell. But in general, the defense chose safer, more mainstream witnesses — priests, professors, schoolteachers, journalists. Some of them had been asked to testify for the prosecution but instead had volunteered their services for the defense. The most famous novelist was mild-mannered E.M. Forster, who once again publicly stood up for Lawrence.
The defense called 35 witnesses, all of whom strongly defended the novel. Despite the prosecution's aggressive questioning and reading of particularly lurid passages, the defendants all strictly maintained that it was a good, moral novel. One young graduate repeatedly insisted that the novel was "puritanical" at heart. A bishop claimed that Lawrence was portraying sex as sacred, and when he was asked if he thought it was a book that Christians should read, he said yes, it was. One of the headlines that evening was A BOOK ALL CHRISTIANS SHOULD READ.
In the end, it didn't matter how many obscene passages the prosecution read aloud, or that the judge suggested to the jury that they deliver a guilty verdict. The trial wasn't even about Lady Chatterley's Lover as much as it was about a new era, a move away from old Victorian values and toward a society in which sexual matters could be discussed freely.
It took the jury less than three hours to reach their verdict, acquitting Penguin Books. People lined up outside bookstores before they opened, and the first edition of 200,000 copies sold out in the first few minutes. Many booksellers said they could have sold thousands more that day. Within a year, Lady Chatterley's Lover sold 1 million copies.