Thursday, March 11, 2010
Time flies!!
Where has the year gone? Is it my lack of time-management or do the months move this way for everyone? Like clouds in the sky in a windstorm.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
let's get the PELL grants rolling...
"in the United States of America, no one should go broke because they chose to go to college" <-- Barack. OK, Obama, let's do this! Education is a human right and it's distribution, as of today, is supremely unjust!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Uranus, the God planet?
According to Isabel Hickey, Uranus is the one planet in our astrological charts over which we have absolutely no control. The energy operates through the actions of others and is designed to explode us out of ruts or patterns that simply no longer serve us. The wild energy of Uranus is feared for this very reason and the Uranus-Uranus opposition is infamous for the mid-life crisis-esque behavior it can bring out in people.
With Uranus in my 1st House, I know firsthand that this energy can be baffling due to its erratic and unpredictable manifestations. Hickey sees a connection between this planet and what she refers to as the God energy. We only triumph over the tension of a Uranus transit by surrendering our will rather than exercising it. This is when we must let go and follow the will of the Universe, or risk getting trapped in an electrical storm.
With Uranus in my 1st House, I know firsthand that this energy can be baffling due to its erratic and unpredictable manifestations. Hickey sees a connection between this planet and what she refers to as the God energy. We only triumph over the tension of a Uranus transit by surrendering our will rather than exercising it. This is when we must let go and follow the will of the Universe, or risk getting trapped in an electrical storm.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Raw Foodism
I'm thinking about going over to the uncooked side of life! It just seems... interesting. I love nut pates, that's mostly what I'm focusing on... that and having great skin and lots of energy. Will those things happen if I buy a dehydrator and allow two days time between a bread craving and a bite of my homemade raw bread that's spent 12 hours in a dehydrator? I know firsthand that raw desserts are delicious. Although it might defeat the purpose if I were to go raw and then live solely off of cacao and nut pates...
Compassion without borders?
I am angered by the hypocrisy on the part of the U.S. and Israeli governments as they send aid to Haiti. After witnessing the horrific abandonment of New Orleans during Katrina and the continual, systematic denial of aid to the Palestinian people, I realize how limited and self-serving acts of "charity" often are.
I can't help but wonder what has become of love and compassion for one's neighbor. Even on a smaller scale, we write checks hoping they'll make it across an ocean or a continent, but may never even speak to the person with whom we share a thin, white wall. I muster a small smile and hello for the redheaded woman upstairs, but it is only when, by chance, we take the same bus do I learn that she is epileptic and has had two seizures in the past 6 weeks. Her mother in Florida worries terribly that her daughter is ill and lives alone, has no real friends in the neighborhood in spite of her undeniable friendliness. I wish I had known. Handing her my number, I regret complaining to my boyfriend about the drips through our ceiling when her bath overflows, when I've decided that I don't really see us ever being friends, when I've sensed some neediness in her and decided I just don't really have time for it.
It terrifies me, but I think I'll begin by treating my neighbors as I would wish for nation states to treat their most vulnerable populations. My actions are the only ones I can control; everything may seem a bit less scary if I attempt to exemplify my own ideals.
On that note, stay tuned for tales of social awkwardness, blunder, and faux pas galore!
I can't help but wonder what has become of love and compassion for one's neighbor. Even on a smaller scale, we write checks hoping they'll make it across an ocean or a continent, but may never even speak to the person with whom we share a thin, white wall. I muster a small smile and hello for the redheaded woman upstairs, but it is only when, by chance, we take the same bus do I learn that she is epileptic and has had two seizures in the past 6 weeks. Her mother in Florida worries terribly that her daughter is ill and lives alone, has no real friends in the neighborhood in spite of her undeniable friendliness. I wish I had known. Handing her my number, I regret complaining to my boyfriend about the drips through our ceiling when her bath overflows, when I've decided that I don't really see us ever being friends, when I've sensed some neediness in her and decided I just don't really have time for it.
It terrifies me, but I think I'll begin by treating my neighbors as I would wish for nation states to treat their most vulnerable populations. My actions are the only ones I can control; everything may seem a bit less scary if I attempt to exemplify my own ideals.
On that note, stay tuned for tales of social awkwardness, blunder, and faux pas galore!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
My heart is breaking for Haiti...
The feeling of impotence is profound. I feel a responsibility to stay informed, desperately wanting to know how the rescue efforts are progressing, but I feel like an armchair humanitarian, shaking my head and then, without missing a beat, going right back to my own (mostly) trivial worries.
I desperately wish there were something I could do with my own hands or brain. I envy the doctors and surgeons who are able to bring such tangible relief to people in need, although the trauma they themselves are experiencing is unimaginable. I don't know what could be scarier than wading through a sea of dead bodies.
Sending love and hope to Haiti... It is hard to understand why the Universe allows such tragedy to occur. What could the purpose of this type suffering be? All I see is injustice.
I desperately wish there were something I could do with my own hands or brain. I envy the doctors and surgeons who are able to bring such tangible relief to people in need, although the trauma they themselves are experiencing is unimaginable. I don't know what could be scarier than wading through a sea of dead bodies.
Sending love and hope to Haiti... It is hard to understand why the Universe allows such tragedy to occur. What could the purpose of this type suffering be? All I see is injustice.
re-entering the blogosphere...
Excited to say that my blog will not join the ranks of those with a one post lifespan! Woo-hoo! To think I've been criticized for lack of follow-through...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)