the skies turned steel blue
lightning...piercing through my window...waking me up
dreams, musings, personal mythology

She Who Heals:
Mother, sing me a song
That will ease my pain,
Mend broken bones,
Bring wholeness again.
Catch my babies
When they are born,
Sing my death song,
Teach me how to mourn.
Show me the Medicine
Of the healing herbs,
The value of spirit,
The way I can serve.
Mother, heal my heart
So that I can see
The gifts of yours
That can live through me.
- Jamie Sams


Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereon with respect.
Remain close to the Great Spirit.
Show great respect for your fellow beings.
Work together for the benefit of all mankind.
Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.
Do what you know to be right.
Look after the wellbeing of mind and body.
Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.
Be truthful and honest at all times.
Take full responsibility for your actions.


"Who is a thief? The one who always gets things from everyone, but never gives anything.
The debtor gets ten dollars worth but gives only five dollars worth to others.
The fair businessman is the one who gets ten dollars worth of benefit from others and returns ten dollars worth.
A good person gets ten dollars and gives at least twenty or thirty dollars - more than what he gets.
And a saint doesn't get anything;he just gives everything he can.
So you can analyze your own life and see in which category you belong. The only way to wash out our bad karma is to be a really good person or a saint. That means through our service to the earth, to the people, to divine beings, to God. That way we can be pardoned for the karmas that we incur unconsciously."

...Hoy sentĂ el sol mas fuerte que nunca y la luna brilla con luz especial...las olas del mar bailan de alegrĂa y mis lágrimas me las seca con su manto nuestra Madre MarĂa...Estrella Maruca regreso a su hogar, al cielo...ya no hay porque llorar...

"We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty."
– Mother Teresa of Calcutta

"A woman's environment will speak for her life, whether she likes it or not." -Elsie de Wolfe

Todo aquel que piense que la vida es desigual,
tiene que saber que no es asi,
que la vida es una hermosura, hay que vivirla.
Todo aquel que piense que esta solo y que esta mal,
tiene que saber que no es asi,
que en la vida no hay nadie solo, siempre hay alguien.
Ay, no ha que llorar, que la vida es un carnaval,
es mas bello vivir cantando.
Oh, oh, oh, Ay, no hay que llorar,
que la vida es un carnaval
y las penas se van cantando.
Todo aquel que piense que la vida siempre es cruel,
tiene que saber que no es asi,
que tan solo hay momentos malos, y todo pasa.
Todo aquel que piense que esto nunca va a cambiar,
tiene que saber que no es asi,
que al mal tiempo buena cara, y todo pasa.
Ay, no ha que llorar, que la vida es un carnaval,
es mas bello vivir cantando.
Oh, oh, oh, Ay, no hay que llorar,
que la vida es un carnaval
y las penas se van cantando.
Para aquellos que se quejan tanto.
Para aquellos que solo critican.
Para aquellos que usan las armas.
Para aquellos que nos contaminan.
Para aquellos que hacen la guerra.
Para aquellos que viven pecando.
Para aquellos nos maltratan.
Para aquellos que nos contagian.

“Look at her, she is wearing brown all over. She must like brown. I didn’t mean to insult the girl. I just don’t like brown.”
- one of my neighbors as I walked down the hallway

"May it be Your will, Eternal One, My God and God of my ancestors, to lead me, to direct my steps, and to support me in peace. Lead me in life, tranquil and serene, until I arrive at where I am going. Deliver me from every enemy, ambush and hurt that I might encounter on the way and from all afflictions that visit and trouble the world. Bless the work of my hands. Let me receive divine grace and those loving acts of kindness and mercy in Your eyes and in the eyes of all those I encounter. Listen to the voice of my appeal, for you are a God who responds to prayerful supplication. Praised are you, Lord, who responds to prayer."
- The Traveler’s Prayer

A MARGARITA DEBAYLE
Margarita, está linda la mar,
y el viento
lleva esencia sutil de azahar;
yo siento
en el alma una alondra cantar;
tu acento.
Margarita, te voy a contar
un cuento.
Este era un rey que tenĂa
un palacio de diamantes,
una tienda hecha del dĂa
y un rebaño de elefantes.
Un kiosko de malaquita,
un gran manto de tisĂş,
y una gentil princesita,
tan bonita,
Margarita,
tan bonita como tĂş.
Una tarde la princesa
vio una estrella aparecer;
la princesa era traviesa
y la quiso ir a coger.
La querĂa para hacerla
decorar un prendedor,
con un verso y una perla,
una pluma y una flor.
Las princesas primorosas
se parecen mucho a ti.
Cortan lirios, cortan rosas,
cortan astros. Son asĂ.
Pues se fue la niña bella,
bajo el cielo y sobre el mar,
a cortar la blanca estrella
que la hacĂa suspirar.
Y siguiĂł camino arriba,
por la luna y más allá;
mas lo malo es que ella iba
sin permiso del papá.
Cuando estuvo ya de vuelta
de los parques del Señor,
se miraba toda envuelta
en un dulce resplandor.
Y el rey dijo: "¿QuĂ© te has hecho?
Te he buscado y no te hallé;
y ¿quĂ© tienes en el pecho,
que encendido se te ve?"
La princesa no mentĂa,
y asĂ, dijo la verdad:
"Fui a cortar la estrella mĂa
a la azul inmensidad."
Y el rey clama: "¿No te he dicho
que el azul no hay que tocar?
¡QuĂ© locura! ¡QuĂ© capricho!
El Señor se va a enojar."
Y dice ella: "No hubo intento:
yo me fui no sé por qué;
por las olas y en el viento
fui a la estrella y la corté."
Y el papá dice enojado:
"Un castigo has de tener:
vuelve al cielo, y lo robado
vas ahora a devolver."
La princesa se entristece
por su dulce flor de luz,
cuando entonces aparece
sonriendo el buen JesĂşs.
Y asà dice: "En mis campiñas
esa rosa le ofrecĂ:
son mis flores de las niñas
que al soñar piensan en mĂ."
Viste el rey ropas brillantes,
y luego hace desfilar
cuatrocientos elefantes
a la orilla de la mar.
La princesa está bella,
pues ya tiene el prendedor,
en que lucen, con la estrella,
verso, perla, pluma y flor.
Margarita, está linda la mar,
y el viento
lleva esencia sutil de azahar:
tu aliento.
Ya que lejos de mĂ vas a estar
guarda, niña, un gentil pensamiento
al que un dĂa te quiso contar
un cuento.
RubĂ©n DarĂo, 1908
Today is their wedding anniversary. With those sparkling blue eyes and that unforgettable voice Antioco plays his guitar and serenades his beautiful and beloved Maruca... Bésame, bésame mucho,
Como si fuera esta noche
La Ăşltima vez.
Bésame, bésame mucho,
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte después.
Quiero tenerte muy cerca,
Mirarme en tus ojos,
Y estar junto a tĂ.
Piensa que tal vez mañana,
Estaré muy lejos,
Muy lejos de aquĂ.
Bésame, bésame mucho,
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte después.

Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.
CHINESE PROVERB

Hey You
Don’t you give up
It’s not so bad
There’s still a chance for us
Hey You
Just be yourself
Don’t be so shy
There’s reasons why it’s hard
Keep it together
You’ll make it all right
A celebration is going on tonight
Poets and prophets would envy what we do
This could be good
hey you
Hey you
Open your heart
It’s not so strange
You’ve got to change
this time
Hey you
Remember this
None of it’s real
including the way you feel
Save your soul, little sister
Save your soul, little brother
Hey you
Save yourself
Don’t rely on anyone else
First, love yourself
Then, you can love someone else
If, you can change someone else
Then, you have saved someone else
But, you must first love yourself
Then, you can love someone else
Hey you
There on the fence
You’ve got a choice
One day it will make sense
Hey you
First, love yourself
Or, if you can’t
Try to love someone else
Keep it together
We ’ll make it all right
A celebration is going on tonight
Poets and prophets will envy what we do
This could be good
hey you
First, love yourself
Then, you can love someone else...


I woke up at 7:07 today, dreaming of Grand Mother and her golden medallion. Today, the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year of the current millennium is believed to be an auspicious day. Historically, the number seven carries deep spiritual significance, representing holiness, perfection and completion. A week has seven days. Many lovers are being married today...Seven Brides for Seven Brothers?SUPERBIA-pride versus HUMILITY
INVIDIA-envy versus KINDNESS
IRA-wrath versus FORGIVENESS
ACEDIA-sloth versus DILIGENCE
AVARITIA-greed versus CHARITY
GULA-gluttony versus TEMPERANCE
LUXURIA-lust versus CHASTITY
Dopey
Sneezy
Sleepy
Doc
Bashful
Happy
Grumpy

I need sex for a clear complexion, but I'd rather do it for love.Joan Crawford

