Golden is the day I walk in…
~The White Rabbit
Photo by Iliana
Golden is the day I walk in…
~The White Rabbit
Photo by Iliana
A dream-like state…that’s how life has been for the last few months. Mom began feeling weakness on her left side and her ability to function diminished quite quickly. After a scan and MRI, the cause was finally determined: Brain cancer. Wednesday, she underwent surgery to remove the pear-shaped entity. We were told that she had only three months to live if she did not undergo the procedure and up to a year if she did. We were also told after the surgery she would remain in an induced coma for about two to three days. The above picture was taken at the hospital by my brother-in-law as my sister and I paced the hallways, praying. My mom is now recovering. She came out of surgery without having to be induced into a coma. We were told she would never be the same again. The future appeared bleak. We thought we had lost her. Miracles happen. Just a few hours after the surgery, mom was conscious and in good spirits, smiling, recognizing all of us, by name even, asking for food. Weak but with her radiant personality in tact. Her follow up scan and MRI revealed that the surgeon had removed almost all of the malignancy. What remains will be sustained/controlled with two weeks of chemo-therapy. Her lifespan may be longer than expected. At this point, we are taking each day as a miracle and gift, enjoying her presence ever so much. My mom is the strongest willed person I’ve known, always laughing and in good spirits, she continues–we hope for a long time. For now, we live in the moment, appreciating each second with her, thanking the higher power and all of you who helped my mom during this very hard period. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. We ask for your continued prayers and support.
Blessed be always, Iliana
“In the beginning was nothing, which exploded.”
Today, the Federal Communications Commission will vote on a proposal that could put the Internet as we know it at risk. The FCC could allow big corporations like Verizon and Comcast to charge big websites for an Internet fast lane, putting the rest of us in the slow lane and tearing the Internet apart in a way that might make it difficult to put it back together again.
This is serious enough that thousands of people are taking unprecedented actions across the country today to show the FCC what happens when they threaten the free and open Internet. MoveOn members are showing up at FCC offices in 20 cities, and we’re joining allies at a major rally in Washington, D.C., where brave activists have been camped outside the FCC for more than a week.
If everyone who gets this email shares this image, it will be seen by tens of millions of people. The Internet will be a giant sea of orange, and it will be impossible for the media and the FCC to ignore us.
We’ve already made a huge mark. We’ve submitted 10,000 MoveOn members’ stories and have made more than 2,000 calls to the White House, Congress, and the FCC, helping to shut their phone lines down. This, combined with the efforts of our allies, has thrown the FCC’s plans into “chaos,” according to Time magazine.1
And it’s working. FCC Chairman Tom Wheeler is considering reclassifying the Internet as a “common carrier,” which is the best way to protect the free and open Internet.
That’s why we can’t let up. Verizon, Comcast, and other telecommunications giants know how to get their way with the FCC. The only way to fight back is with a massive public outcry. Today, all eyes will be on the FCC, and thousands of people will be taking action on the ground. Online action from you in support of a free and open Internet will make us impossible to ignore. Will you share this image on Facebook to show the FCC where you stand?
Thanks for all you do.
–Maria, Victoria, Corinne, Kyle, and the rest of the team
P.S. MoveOn members are showing up at noon today at FCC offices in 20 cities around the country to send shockwaves through the FCC bureaucracy. Will you check to see if you can attend an event near you?
1. “FCC Net-Neutrality Plan in Chaos,” Time, May 12, 2014
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“If you can dream it, you can do it.”
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“I, the I AM of you, bring to you this My Message, My loving Word, as I have brought to you everything in life, be it book or ‘Master,’ to teach you that I, and I alone, your own True Self, AM The Teacher for you, the only Teacher and the only God, Who is and always has been providing you not only with the Bread and Wine of Life, but with all things needed for your physical, mental and spiritual growth and sustenance.”
~J. S. Benner, The Impersonal Life
“If you are in conflict, you will not ask me for a method. Were I to give you a method you would merely be disciplining yourself according to that method, trying to imitate an ideal, a pattern which I have laid down and, therefore, destroying your own intelligence, whereas if you are really conscious of that conflict, in that consciousness suffering will become acute and in that acuteness, in that intensity, you will dissolve the cause of suffering, which is the lack of understanding of the environment.”
~Krishnamurti, Total Freedom
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
Today I saw the dragon-fly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
Elise McKenna: The man of my dreams has almost faded now. The one I have created in my mind. The sort of man each woman dreams of, in the deepest and most secret reaches of her heart. I can almost see him now before me. What would I say to him if he were really here? “Forgive me. I have never known this feeling. I have lived without it all my life. Is it any wonder, then, I failed to recognize you? You, who brought it to me for the first time. Is there any way that I can tell you how my life has changed? Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me? There is so much to say. I cannot find the words. Except for these: I love you”. Such would I say to him if he were really here.
“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves
“One might fancy that day, the London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who had slipped off her print dress and white apron to array herself in blue and pearls, the day changed, put off stuff, took gauze, changed to evening, and with the same sigh of exhilaration that a woman breathes, tumbling petticoats on the floor, it too shed dust, heat, colour; the traffic thinned; motor cars, tinkling, darting, succeeded the lumber of vans; and here and there among the thick foliage of the squares an intense light hung. I resign, the evening seemed to say, as it paled and faded above the battlements and prominences, moulded, pointed, of hotel, flat, and block of shops, I fade, she was beginning. I disappear, but London would have none of it, and rushed her bayonets into the sky, pinioned her, constrained her to partnership in her revelry.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
“Someone told me there’s a girl out there, with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair….”
“Let us not talk falsely, now; the hour is getting late…”
“(An unhappy childhood was not) an unsuitable preparation for my future, in that it demanded a constant wariness, the habit of observation, and the attendance on moods and tempers; the noting of discrepancies between speech and action; a certain reserve of demeanour; and automatic suspicion of sudden favours.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Something Of Myself
“What are the natural features which make a township handsome and worth going far to dwell in? A river with its waterfalls, meadows, lakes, hills, cliffs or individual rocks, a forest and single ancient trees–such things are beautiful. They have a high use which dollars and cents never represent. If the inhabitants of a town were wise they would seek to preserve these things though at a considerable expense. For such things educate far more than any hired teachers or preachers, or any at present recognized system of school education.”
~Henry David Thoreau
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
ALL IS FINISHED
I WANTED TO GIVE SOMETHING OF MY PAST
TO MY GRANDSON.
I TOLD HIM THAT I WOULD SING
THE SACRED WOLF SONG OVER HIM.
IN MY SONG, I APPLEALED TO THE WOLF
TO COME AND PRESIDE OVER US,
WHILE I WOULD PERFORM THE WOLF CEREMONY.
SO THAT THE BONDAGE BETWEEN MY GRANDSON
AND THE WOLF WOULD BE LIFE LONG.
IN MY VOICE WAS THE HOPE
THAT CLINGS TO EVERY HEARTBEAT.
IN MY WORDS WERE THE POWERS
I INHERITED FROM MY FOREFATHERS.
IN MY CUPPED HANDS LAY A SPRUCE SEED..
THE LINK TO CREATION.
IN MY EYES, SPARKLED LOVE.
AND THE SONG FLOATED
ON THE SUN’S RAYS FROM TREE TO TREE.
WHEN I HAD ENDED,
IT WAS AS IF THE WHOLE WORLD
LISTENED WITH US
TO HEAR THE WOLF’S REPLY.
WE WAITED A LONG TIME
BUT NONE CAME.
AGAIN I SANG,
BUT AS INVITINGLY AS I COULD,
UNTIL MY THROAT ACHED
AND MY VOICE GAVE OUT.
ALL OF A SUDDEN
I REALIZED WHY NO WOLVES HAD HEARD
MY SACRED SONG.
THERE WERE NONE LEFT!
MY HEART FILLED WITH TEARS.
I COULD NO LONGER
GIVE MY GRANDSON
FAITH IN THE PAST, OUR PAST.
I…WEPT IN SILENCE.
ALL IS FINISHED!
“There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
‘Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘t is like the distance
On the look of death.”
“The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.
Well, this is Piccadilly Circus in the city of Westminster, London’s West end. When I first heard of the name, I was expecting a circus. But, I discovered it is a road junction and public space. This is what it looked like at night back in 1985.
“What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own unique potentiality for experience, something that never has been and never could have been experienced by anyone else.”
Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent’s fate.
I remember this day in 1997, these out of commission rockets stood so grand against the heavens. I waited until dusk to take the shot since I wanted to capture the essence of an era gone by. I used a Kodak disposable camera–must have appeared very professional! 😉
“A person without mirth is like a wagon without springs.” ~Proverb
“Spring drew on . . . and a greenness grew over those brown [garden] beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”
~Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
“A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.”
~Henry David Thoreau, Walden
“There is nothing so secular that it cannot be sacred, and that is one of the deepest messages of the Incarnation.”
― Madeleine L’Engle
“The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.”
“For whatever we lose (a you or a me)
It’s always ourselves we find in the sea.”
That’s Miss Liberty far yonder!
This church was part of both the elementary and high school I attended while living in Elizabeth, New Jersey: Saint Patrick‘s. Not to be confused with Saint Patrick’s Cathedral in New York. Unfortunately, the high school recently closed due to finances. However, I also heard that the high school may reopen at a new location. The school is quite an important one, especially for basketball.
“The St. Patrick boys basketball team has won 13 state championships and produced more than 100 NCAA Division 1 players. The school has recently pumped out players such as Kyrie Irving, the No. 1 pick in last year’s NBA draft and the 2012 Rookie of the Year; and Michael Kidd-Gilchrist, who helped lead Kentucky to this year’s college national championship and was recently selected No. 2 overall in the 2012 NBA Draft.
St. Patrick was founded in 1868 and is one of the oldest parochial schools in New Jersey.”
Click here for more news about Saint Patrick’s High School in New Jersey.
We have been lost for so long, all we create points to the heavens as though unconsciously calling home. ~Voiceless
“If you don’t know where you’re going,
any road will take you there.”
– Lewis Carroll
(Alice in Wonderland)
“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”
― John Lennon
“The Nobel Prize-winning British poet, playwright, and cat
lover, T.S. Eliot, wrote an entire book of poems about cats. His Old Possum’s
Book of Practical Cats was set to music by Andrew Lloyd Weber and became the
long-running musical, Cats.”
What has kept me away for a while…Mia’s new baby, Mimzy. She was born on 3/17 at about 2:00 a.m. We–I–waited for more but she only had one. How curious? The vet said there are no more.
Below she is playing with her mommy!
“Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.”
― Eckhart Tolle
Not a day goes by without you on my mind…of how things could have been today if you were still here…of things I could have done differently…if only you were here. But, it is like you said to me just before you peacefully transcended…”in all things I am; you have never been and will never be without me or alone, for all our ancestors are here, there and everywhere my child. Our essence embraces you until eternity.”
These blooms were planted in your honor grandma on that day in which you passed on. Each time they bloom, they offer me your smile. These are grandma’s blooms–her essence.
“To sacrifice control and live creatively requires attention to the subtle nuances and irregular orders going on around us.”
Vangelis‘ Blade Runner Blues frequencies resonate within my being, allowing a transference into a state where everything is a fluid continuous stream of sparkling soothing fluidity. Each morning just before dawn, it is a must combination with my meditation. Then, I’m ready for the Blade Runner Blues.
“Deckard: [narrating] I don’t know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life – anybody’s life; my life. All he’d wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.”
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
~Rachel Carson, Silent Spring
“What the shamans of ancient Mexico found out
when they focused their seeing on the dark sea of awareness was the revelation
that the entire cosmos is made of luminous filaments that extend themselves
infinitely. Shamans describe them as luminous filaments that go every which way
without ever touching one another. They saw that they are individual filaments,
and yet, they are grouped in inconceivably enormous masses.”
~Carlos Castanedas, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge
“…when thought, which is emotion, which is action itself, is unimpeded in its movement, is not compelled or influenced or bound by an idea, and does not proceed from the background of tradition or habit, then that movement is creative.”