Wednesday, October 31, 2012

sky...


this morning's sky from the rear window
may peace prevail 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

prayers...


for those affected by super storm sandy, i send prayers. 

Monday, October 29, 2012

taika...


the lithuanian word for peace is taika.
may peace prevail on earth

Sunday, October 28, 2012

eyewi...


eyewi is the nez perce word for peace.
may peace prevail on earth

Saturday, October 27, 2012

OBAMA 2012...


OBAMA - BIDEN 2012

bourbon...


after reading all the disheartening election news coming out of the u.s. had to have a drink. oy vey!!! it's more frightening than 2000!!

Friday, October 26, 2012

peace...


may peace prevail on earth

Thursday, October 25, 2012

obama 2012...


Barack Obama / Joe Biden 2012

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

pax...


in laos pax is the lao word for peace.
may peace prevail on earth

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

uvchin...


in chile uvchin is the mapundungun word for peace.
may peace prevail on earth

Monday, October 22, 2012

orange...


visited an open atelier yesterday and noticed this. 

Sunday, October 21, 2012

autumn...


bittersweet october. the mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter. carol bishop hipps

Saturday, October 20, 2012

peace...


may peace prevail

Friday, October 19, 2012

17 october 1961...



on 17 october 2012 françois hollande, president of the french republic, acknowledged 'the bloody repression' that took place in paris against algerians participating in a pro-algerian independence rally in 1961. it is estimated that more than 200 people were massacred by the police that night. protesters were chased down, many were bludgeoned to death in courtyards of police stations and the bodies of protesters, some dead, some merely unconscious reportedly were thrown into the seine. the police archives have never been opened thus the events of that night are based on eyewitness accounts.

monseiur hollande used the 51st anniversary of this event to say "the republic recognizes these facts with lucidity. i pay homage to victims 51 years later." this public acknowledgement broke an official 51 year silence about that night.

i, personally, found the responses to the hollande statement by leaders of opposing political parties very interesting. it feels almost like a shell game that street con artists play to take the money of naive passersby; see if you can spot which cup i put the ball under. it seems any suggestion that the french authorities were to blame remains a highly sensitive issue. 

christian jacob, ump (party of former president sarkozy) accused the president of stirring up divisions by appearing to implicate the state in the massacre. he stated, "while denying the events of 17 october 1961 and forgetting the victims is out of the question, it is unacceptable to blame the state police and with them the whole republic."

laurent wauquiez, a ump member of parliament felt france has 'gone too far in its work of introspection'. wauquiez, like marine le pen feels algeria has not worked on its own history i.e., acknowledging the atrocities committed against the pied-noir (french citizens who were born and lived in algeria before independence).  le pen, president of the front national, went further to say that acknowledging the atrocities evokes a 'hatred' of france in the younger generations (of algerians) and gives them a further sense that france owes them something.

former prime minister françois fillon (ump) spoke out against what he felt was hollande's constant thrusting forward of 'permanent french guilt'. "of course we acknowledge but i'm tired of every fortnight in france discovering a new responsibility of permanent guilt. we are already in a country with almost permanent depression. you do not do this."

i find the comments 'well we might acknowledge 1961 but the algeria government hasn't spoken of the bad things that happened' slightly childish. the remarks sound like, 'i hit you but you hit me too'. 

reading about an event or watching a film can always evoke feelings of the injustice of something, 'oh that was terrible or how could that happen' but permanent guilt! yes it, permanent guilt, will reside with some sensitive people but mainly i don't see it, permanent guilt, as a big issue. most people do not seem to feel guilty for things they have not directly participated in. besides if someone doesn't feel her/his actions were wrong where is the notion of guilt? 

the mea culpa, acknowledgment and apology for participation in an event, i.e, the police's massacre of peaceful protesters does not change the event but it does accept culpability. who could possibly deny that the police are not an arm of the state. if the state locks the files, prohibits discussion on the subject and tries to sweep the issue under the rug by ignoring it, then i would have to say the state is an accomplice to the action if not down right sanctioning it.

monsieur hollande's public statement, which in my mind is the first step, could lead to a new national discourse and a healing not just for the algerian descendants but perhaps for some of the people who participated in the demonstration; protesters and even police. surely some of the people who were eyewitnesses that night are still living. they, too, desire and deserve an apology. the long overdue acceptance of responsibility could be beneficial to the nation as a whole. 

Thursday, October 18, 2012

change...


the world is changing all around us, the external and our internal environment. sometimes it's more comfortable and easier to cling to what one thinks one has and knows until that too is proven to be a mirage. it is hard to let go of stuff, whatever that stuff is, relationships, jobs, expectations, etc.. events have a way of occurring, just outside our control et voila, the shift is made. the expression, 'things have a way of running their course' comes to mind.

the pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.  william arthur ward 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

contrails...



from our old apartment the contrails seemed to be happening in the distance. now it appears we're under the trails, still beautiful but feels as if one is sitting beneath the fireworks display. 

the way is not in the sky. the way is in the heart. lord buddha 

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

julia stone...


saw a real talent last night. julia stone! we discovered her music this summer while shopping. my attention was caught by the lyrics and music of a song when looking around a ben simon store. i asked the saleswoman who was singing, she held up her iphone and with the shazam app determined the artist and song, julia and angus stone. that evening we bought the album then learned julia would be performing in paris, so the next day bought tickets for the concert.  

i insisted we get to the venue early, turned out we arrived an hour before start time! good thing too, because the queue was a block or at least 100 people long. what a wonderful performance from a powerhouse of a singer. 

i know people who speak derisively of 'shop music'. the ambient sounds which often push to the forefront brought two new admirers to ms. stone's fan base and we were rewarded with a new chanteuse. viva le shop music!!

Monday, October 15, 2012

mindfulness...


mindfulness is the aware, balanced acceptance of the present experience. it isn't more complicated than that. it is opening to or receiving the present moment, pleasant or unpleasant, just as it is, without either clinging to it or rejecting it. sylvia boorstein

Sunday, October 14, 2012

peace...


may peace prevail on earth

Saturday, October 13, 2012

3 women...


love stumbling upon a fred le chevalier wall piece that i am not familiar with.

Friday, October 12, 2012

peace...


may peace prevail on earth

Thursday, October 11, 2012

libra...


with my hard drive crash earlier this year i lost quite a bit of data, including birthday information. have noticed since the end of september each morning when checking in for the daily blog posting have a nagging feeling i'm forgetting someone's birthday. i know and have known so many people born under the sign of libra.  so dear libran friends, happy birthday!!! hope it's one of your best ever!!

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

playing...


yesterday watched some children play, two boys and a girl. i think one boy is eight or nine, the girl around the same age and the younger boy is perhaps four; the boys have swords, size proportionate. the younger, smaller boy was a prisoner of the older kids. the girl apparently was the the damsel in distress, sometimes stamping her feet other times pointing at them and beckoning the prisoner to bow down. to his credit, the little boy refused to bow down.

the older boy ordered the prisoner around or fought off invisible assassins threatening the princess. mind you i only watched for for a few minutes, to make sure they weren't being too mean to the little boy; once i saw the girl hit him hard and run away. always amazed at all the details we see in a few minutes. they were playing in the back lane which feels very english, perhaps shakespearean and it really felt like theater, all the 'assigned' roles being acted out.

watching the children play, i was very aware of archetypes, stereotypes, socialization and a long, long history of humanity.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

aenomman...


in the marshall islands, aenomman is the marshallese word for peace.
may peace prevail on earth

Monday, October 8, 2012

peace...


may peace prevail on earth

Sunday, October 7, 2012

impact...


was reminded yesterday there are many troubled people in the world and quite a few seem to be users of the social networks. some people believe folk on facebook, myspace, etc. are merely hiding behind their computer screens creating a 'shadow world' which is somehow less 'real' or pertinent than so-called reality.  the detractors of web social life ascribe to the notion that most virtual users actually believe they have hordes of friends. seriously, most of us knew by 15 we could count our 'true' friends on one hand, perhaps even a couple of fingers. i doubt anybody actually thinks they have 350, 566 friends or whatever the number of people listed on their facebook account. most users i know think of these 'friends' as virtual connections and contacts; some they have continuous interaction with, others none at all.

it is rather unfortunate that facebook has appropriated the word 'friend', hence changing the emotional impact. a word which once meant a profound, deep connection, now when used in conjunction with the word facebook is seen as a 'shallow' relationship, something once known as an acquaintance.

shallow or profound, the virtual relationships are 'real'. whether in internet communities or in meat space all of the components connect and mix, sometimes in a wonderful way, other times less so.  these worlds or realities interact and bleed together and some less fortunate souls, troubled by chemical imbalances and/or psychological problems have a difficult time protecting themselves from the occasional negative aspects of the virtual world. when this happens, the negative collide, their 'real' lives are drastically impacted.

je pense donc je suis.  rené descartés

Saturday, October 6, 2012

rukun...


the javanese word for peace is rukun.
may peace prevail on earth

Friday, October 5, 2012

ah bon...


met a woman last night, seemingly very nice, who asked where we lived. when we named the arrondissement, she said, 'oh that's not a very good neighborhood! i live in the third.' ah bon!!! beg to differ about the quality of our quartier but suppose it's all a matter of perspective.

everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. marcus aurelius

Thursday, October 4, 2012

comfort...


over the years have created an eclectic belief system which sometimes feels as if it's made from lots of threads spun together into a ball. this ball of light comprises my spiritual belief.   

funny how images conjure words to match. created this marble cam image from a hipsta photo and seemingly from nowhere, words came tumbling across my mental screen.  'yea though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death i will fear no evil for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.'  
may peace prevail on earth and in me

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

peace...


may peace prevail on earth and in me

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

clouds...


last evening's sky was filled with 'magritte' like clouds.

Monday, October 1, 2012

metro...


on sunday took the metro and sat next to a guy who was cleaning a small object with a great deal of gusto. at first i thought it was a large bullet then i saw it was a small glass cylinder. one of the things that struck me was how dirty his nails were; the cuticle was outlined by a thick layer of crud but he was working almost frantically to clean something. 

the newer subway cars are rather like amusement park rides, there are no doors between the carriages and they sway and move like a snake or caterpillar. essentially it's one long car with rotating parts between sections. this particular train was extremely crowded and had been stopped in the station for at least 10 minutes because of technical difficulties.

back to 'le mec', he had cleaned the object to his satisfaction and was now brushing a substance, some of which had fallen on his lap, into the top of the cylinder. at this moment, i think, surely this dude isn't about to do drugs on the train! seriously!? at the same time i look up and the woman across the aisle is looking at me with a raised, questioning eyebrow. our guy pulls out a small, newish box of matches, takes out a small matchstick with a red tip and begins the motion of striking. i ask him in french 'are you going to smoke that now'. 'yes', he growls in english, the subtext being, 'what are you going to do about it'. he raised the glass vial to his lips and as he struck the match i jumped up as if bitten by a snake and exited the train and platform. of course, as we climbed the stairs the door closing buzzer sounded, all technical difficulties were resolved and the train was moving.  

i think the guy was about to smoke CRACK on the metro!! nothing was going to come between him and his high; just wonder how the other riders responded! hmm, even new yorkers aren't that bold. gotta love the city!!