RANDOM KINDNESS & SENSELESS ACTS OF BEAUTY

RANDOM KINDNESS & SENSELESS ACTS OF BEAUTY

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Our leaders got confused.
So…
We’re all leaders now.
They told us there was nothing we can do,
They were wrong.
When we tell ourselves there is nothing we can do,
we are wrong.
We never know how much,
and we never know how far it goes,
but always, we have power.
WE HAVE POWER.
We are all making the soup we are all eating.
We are all wearing the cloth, we’re all wearing.
What we do can’t go away.
We are all in the circle together.
Anything we do randomly and frequently starts to make its own  sense, and changes the world into itself.
Senseless violence makes more and more sense.
When vengeance and fear take us nearer and nearer to a world where everyone is dead for no reason.
But violence isn’t the only thing that is senseless until it makes its own sense.
Anything you want there to be more of, do it randomly.
Do not wait for reasons.
It will make itself be more senseless.
Scrawl it on the wall.
Random kindness and senseless acts of beauty.
We are right on the edge of discovering millions of new ways of being together.
Millions of new dances we can do together, minute by minute.
And we’re right on the edge of destroying ourselves out of life,
Because we are to scared of having that much delight.
We’re right on the edge.
The steps we take now make new Earth grow beneath our feet.
The steps we take now,
decide what kind of earth that will be.
In every moment we live,
We have the choice
To find the fight
Or make delight.
WE HAVE POWER.
It’s a circle,
Start the dance.

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365 Days to Master All Positions of the Kama Sutra

365 Days to Master All Positions of the Kama Sutra

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I was pondering what type of blog post would catch my attention this morning, while half listening to the random conversations of my friends, when the words ‘Julia’ and ‘sex’ caught my attention. I remember the movie ‘Julie & Julia’ about the woman who blogged her experience cooking five hundred something recipes in a year. This caused me to wonder if anyone had ever thought to blog about mastering all of the positions of, say, the Karma Sutra, or tantric sex.
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Now, at this point I am lacking a few important things to complete this challenge myself. One of the most important being someone to master the positions witimage

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Really I have no idea how many positions there even are in the Kama Sutra. I can say that I have flipped through many books on sexual positions, as well as tried quite a few myself at one time or another. I feel like it would make for very interesting reading, as well as create a very exciting sex life for whomever I talk into actually doing thisimage

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I fully intend to research all topics of sex and their many facets, pick one, find a willing partner, or a couple of volunteers, then start my new blog. Over the course of one year I
will cover, in detail, photos included, all of the sexual positions offered by the Kama Sutra. If there are any thoughts or suggestions please leave in the commentimage

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INSANITY

INSANITY

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What i feel for him now borders on insanity. I mean, is it natural for such a positive, life loving woman like me to feel such a charge, such a physical reaction to his mere presence?  This reaction cant be normal. Even now, almost two decades after our first encounter, regardless of the absolute hell we have made it through, I still have an almost visceral reaction to every look or word he directs at me.
I’m absolutly certain that those of you reading this are thinking, “why is this even an issue? Grab hold and never let go.” Which is exactly what I crave to do and exactly what I wish I could do. Here’s the rub. If you read some of my other posts, then you may have some idea as to what the ever growing, ever evolving barrier between not only him and I, but him and everyone else is. If not, allow me to enlighten you.  He is sick.  Very sick.  Mental illness, schizophrenia to be exact.  It has slowly, but very accurately, stolen him from me. Piece by piece and memory by memory. The man that I fell madly In love with at first sight, is now gone. image

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I am a rare breed when it comes to love and relationships. If I had to compare my idea of commitment to something, it would be as if I were the captain of a sinking ship. Well, I am that captain that goes down with his ship. Or at least for the last 2 decades i have been. And now it’s reached clutch time, sink or swim. I want to swim, but my heart and loyalty tells me to go down with the ship.
My inspiration for this post stems from a 4 day period.  I spent them with him. It broke my heart into a million pieces to wittness the tremendous amount of torment and pain that he is in. He is now a prisoner in his own mind, and as I quickly learned, there is no penetrating the walls he has unknowingly constructed all around his tortured world. The voices control his every nuance and action now. In the the begining he used to try to hide the fact that he heard them, but as I found out while in the shower, he can no longer distinguish fact from fiction. In fact, it almost seems to me that the voices and people he sees are more real to him than reality. And if being ignored is not painful enough, now he says things like “They hurt me all the time”. But the one statement that he made during our brief, four day visit, sent chills down my spine. It was not even the words, but the conviction behind them. He calmly stated that it would all be ok soon, because he was going to blow his brains out, and that he was looking forward to the silence.
I have begged and begged him to get help, I have told his father about this new development, as he also knows firsthand how sick he is. His mother shot herself at about his age. What can I do? Please, any and all advice is needed and welcome. The clock is ticking.

11 Suprising Truths About Life You Won’t Learn In College

11 Suprising Truths About Life You Won’t Learn In College

11 Inspiring Truths About Life You Won’t Learn In College

by nicoletarkoff

(I read this and wanted to share it with more people. I hope you can take from it some small thing you did not know.)

1. There is no map to life.

There is no map in life that will lead you to a perfect, or a specific ideal “destination.” Life is a journey… it’s a series of small decisions and choices you make that will lead you on your own unique journey. Don’t keep worrying about where you will turn up, or wondering if you made the right decisions. This added anxiety only takes you further from uncovering your true self.

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Trust yourself, and have faith that whichever direction you take will bring you to the place you need to be. Don’t be afraid to go off the map of the life you planned for yourself – life often has a spectacular way of taking us to exactly where we need to be at the times in which we least expect it.

2. Change your focus from “finding yourself” to “creating yourself.”

As Danny Kaye once said, “Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint you can on it.” Finding yourself is an illusion. It is unattainable as human beings are extremely malleable. We change every second of every day. Instead of attempting to force yourself to ride the waves of some intensive transformation journey, create yourself as you go. Think about who you wish to be, and become this person.

You have complete control over who you are in this world, so embody the version of yourself that you admire, that you love, and that you look up to. So go out there and create yourself. Be whoever you wish to be. Take in every second of everyday, and allow the world to shape you. Don’t ever be afraid to put yourself out there and to create the version of you that shines most bright

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3. Accepting change will bring you a life of adventure and beauty.

When something doesn’t turn out how you wanted it to, or you suddenly veer off your well thought out detailed five year plan, don’t panic.  One small change does not mean that you are doomed, just as one tiny mistake does not mean you are a failure. We tend to over emphasize our mistakes and belittle our accomplishments, such that we lack the positive reinforcement we need when change comes our

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Repeat after me: one little mistake does not mean you are a failure. Quite often, our biggest roadblocks and letdowns in life ultimately guide us into something even better. Everything in life is connected in some way or another, so what may seem disappointing now may be fundamental in the big picture; in your life as a whole. Usually when things go wrong, better things will come your way. It is all part of your story.

4. Trust your instincts.

Listen to your gut feelings and your heart wrenching desires. Listen to the little voice that tells you that something is wrong for you. Listen to the biological signs that something is not right. Most likely, if it feels wrong, it is wrong. We often underestimate the intelligence of our feelings and emotions, when these are quite vital in learning what is bes

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Follow your instincts and intuition, because quite often these come from your heart, and are in more tune than even logic in what will bring you happiness and peace. Quite often, your heart may be a step ahead of your brain in figuring out what’s best for you.

5. Be your own best friend.

Of course this sounds cliché, but it’s the truth. The best and most important relationship that you will ever have in your life is the relationship you have with yourself. You will be with yourself for the rest of your life. You will go through all the hard times together. You will celebrate all the victories together.

So please do all that you can to nurture this relationship. Invest in this relationship. Be gentle on yourself, yet tough enough to know and to go after what you deserve. Invest in yourself, as this investment and connection will lead you to a better life more aligned with your values, morals, and core beliefs.

6. Don’t manipulate yourself to fit into an ideal

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‘framework.’

Please, above all, do not change or manipulate yourself to fit into a mold formed by societal standards, or the views of others. No matter what your spouse, boss, sister, or best friend says, you are the only person who knows what is best for you. You are the only person who knows what excites your heart and invigorates your mind. You fit into the world exactly as you are – there is only one of you, so be that exact person without regret or second thought.

7. Be more concerned with what your life feels like than with what it looks like.

When it all comes down to it, your life is the day to day adventures and thoughts that fill each second. Your life is about the emotions that dig deep into your soul, and the experiences that shake up your perspectives. Be more concerned with living a life that speaks to you, rather than with living a life that looks good on paper. A good life is a life that you are happy to wake up to…a life that excites you and fulfills you…a life that lets you truly live. This life looks different for everyone. Your life is not your resume, your job description, or your Facebook profile. Your life is WHO you are – not who you appear to be.

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Live in the now.

If you are always racing to the finish line of everything you do, you will lose all of the little miracles and tiny blessings that happen along the way. The moment is all we are aware of – the past has happened, and the future is still in the distance. Waiting for happiness in the future only leaves you unhappy and discouraged, as you will be missing all that is happening right in front of you.

And what is happening right now is life. The future is uncertain and the past is over, but the now is here. So stop dwelling on the past, or thinking about what’s to come, and be right here. Right now.

9. There is no one definition of success.

Life is not a race or a competition to reaching a societal goal that predetermines success.  Stop rushing through life to reach set timeline goals that you think you “should” accomplish at a certain age. Success is not about how quickly you get your college degree, or how quickly you buy your first house. It’s not about the age you are when you get married, or when you have your first child (or your second…or your third). Success is different for everyone. What makes you feel good is not the same as what makes your best friend feel good.

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Success and life milestones are simply social constructions that often lead to people feeling as though they are not enough, or not successful enough. But isn’t true. Simply by being you and living a life surrounding your values you will reach your own success, and this success is being at peace with your mind and body. So stop worrying – let things happen as they happen. Don’t pressure yourself into trying to follow a step by step manual to life.

10. You are never a burden.

You are never a burden. No matter what you go through in life, no matter what you feel is pulling you down. It’s okay. Just keep going. You are unique and beautiful. You are strong and resilient. You have something that no one else has to contribute to this big blue and green earth – you have your own miraculous identity, your own touch of genius, and your own way of sharing compassion and love.

11. Your life is exactly that: YOUR life.

You have the power to live this life however you would like. You never, ever have to follow the crowd. Spend your time doing what makes you happy and share it with the world. Never rate yourself on societal standards, or sink into despair when something goes wrong. Never judge yourself based on who someone else wants to be. Follow your own heart and mind, love a lot, and live your life exactly how you please.

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The Art of Getting Rich

The Art of Getting Rich

THE ART OF GETTING RICH…

 
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“The ownership of money and property comes as a result of doing things in a certain way.” Those who do things in this certain way, whether on purpose or accidentally- get rich. Those who do not do things in this certain way, no matter how hard they work, or how able they are, will likely remain poor.
 “It is a natural law that like causes. produce like effects. ‘Like attracts like’.
Therefore, some feel that any man or woman who learns to do things in this certain way will infallibly get rich.” 

Another way to WEALTH, some believe, is the ancient practice of Feng Shui. According to the Bagua, the back left corner of one’s home is the Wealth Area. This area cab be stimulated with things like running water in a fountain.

THOUGHT SOMEONE OUT THERE WOULD FIND THIS INTERESTING- 

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I Should Rule Mercury

I Should Rule Mercury

I Should Rule Mercury – a deep thought

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Close to the sun, Mercury has some very long, hot days – and is rarely visible to the rest of the solar system.

I would be the perfect ruler for Mercury, because I live for, as well as in, the present – and I could, truly, enjoy a day that lasts forever.
  
Like Mercury, I am also quick and elusive. My wit is outstanding, and I usually win any verbal sparring match; and even when I do not win, I always enjoy it.

Some people may perceive me as moody, but in truth, I just play the many roles that my life and many interests call for. So in summation, I should rule Mercury.

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Addicted

Addicted

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I have, what one would refer to, as an addictive personality. Now, I know what your first thought upon reading that line was: ‘drugs’. That is correct, but that is only one addiction in, what I have only recently realized, is a list that spans almost 4 decades.
Looking back over my life, I can now see clearly.  I have pretty much been addicted to almost EVERYTHING I enjoy, at some time or another. To list a few of my past addictions, they are things like- books, cleaning, running, money, shopping, my ex-boyfriend, playing bass, hair & make-up, food, dieting, etc., etc. Honestly, I could go on and on. Drugs, however, have been the addiction that completely altered my life. Until a few years into my 30’s, the only drug I had ever done, or even thought about doing, was weed. After high school I went to a few Grateful Dead shows with my boyfriend, and weed was everywhere. And I smoked a lot of it back then. The funny thing is, that even now after having done it all, weed still effects me more than any other substance. But what I really want to talk about are the ‘ friends’ that I (and I’m sure others as well), surrounded myself with during the heart of my addiction. I should first note that I am using the term ‘friends’ very loosely. In fact they are anything but. A better name for them would be liars or users. In fact, the ‘ friends’ that I kept were the exact opposite of what an actual, real friend is. They lie about everything, especially if they are supposed to share anything with you. Or if you are upset, trust me, they are only pretending to give a shit. OK. Once a week I get a check. It still blows my mind when I think back to how many ‘ friends’ I would have on the day I got paid. I’m ranting a bit, I know. I just really. wanted to put this out there for any one who might actually be a genuinely nice person, who may have fallen into the wrong scene, do not be fooled. I, myself, have learned the hard way. I allowed myself to be used for everything you can think of for years. Thankfully, I have separated myself from all if the ‘friends’ that used to surround me all of the time. It is a bit lonely now, at times, but i would rather be lonely than used.  If you are in this situation now, do everything you can to get out now. Don’t wait until you lose everything that matters to you, like I did, before you realize that you don’t matter to anyone in this lifestyle choice.  Addiction is not always unhealthy, but drugs are more than an addiction, they are a lifestyle. A lifestyle that ends in death, jail, or having nothing and no one. Take it from me, it is not worth it.   image

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Friends & Proper Hotel Etiquette

Friends & Proper Hotel Etiquette

I admit, the idea for this post is very much so based on real life. The idea came to me as I spent my ump-teenth night stressed to the max, and very close to pulling out my hair. I mean, how many times should I have to repeat things like; “please don’t let the door slam.” and “walk softly”. So the following is a list of rules, or Etiquette if you will, that friends should abide by while visiting in your hotel.image

1. PARKING-Upon arrival to said hotel, do not pull your car up to the curb. The proper thing to do is to park in the designated parking spots. This is done because other guests at said hotel tend to complain when autos are not properly stored. Which in turn will cause the friend you are visiting  to be berated by management. Trust me on this, the friend does not like this and you may not be invited back. Ever.

2. DOORS- Upon arrival at your friends door, it is customary to knock gently. Loud banging, and/ or kicking is not necessary. Remember before resorting to this that your friend may have stepped out for a minute.
Once invited inside, if you must leave the room for a smoke or phone call do not let the door slam on your way out. Try to remember that there are others in said hotel and if it’s nighttime, they are probably sleeping. And a reminder, constant in out in out is ill advised. As with the parking, guests tend to complain, which will get your friend a lovely managerial meeting.

3. GUESTS- Now, in my opinion this next one should go without saying, but I will say it anyway. If said friend in said hotel invites you over for a visit, it is not OK to invite your friends over as well. It is also just a visit people. Not a sleepover, nor an invitation to move into said room. The proper way to visit is to stay a couple hours and go home. Do not get dropped off with no ride home. That is just bad manners.

I hope this guide has clarified some lingering questions. If one abides by these guidelines then the visit should go well. Good luck!

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The Runaway-Independence Without Permission

The Runaway-Independence Without Permission

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High school graduation is a day that is supposed to be one of the major mile markers in a person’s life.  That’s what I was led to believe. I always just assumed that because it was such an important event, happiness naturally came along with it. Maybe other high school graduates do look back on their graduation day as a happy time, the start of a new chapter in life. I have one picture of that day.  Myself along with my mom, dad, and younger sister, all of us smiling. But our smile’s do not cover up the intense, negative emotions of that day.  
   I graduated from VES, Virginia Episcopal School, a private boarding school in Lynchburg Virginia.  I spent my last two years of high school there, and I loved it.  It was here that I excelled in sports, did pretty well academically, and, most importantly, it was here that I met Dennis.  
   My teen years had been spent doing what I assume most teens do, rebelling.  Breaking those little rules that until then, most are too scared to break.  Virginity was something that I had seen friend after friend losing for years.  And it was the one thing that I had held onto.  I had decided long ago that I would not just give it away, like an old shirt I once loved.  No, it was going to be special.  
 
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Dennis and I had begun dating at the start of 11th grade.  He never seemed to mind that I always drew the line at heavy petting, and he never pressured me to go any further.  I slowly fell in love with him.  Not the ‘love’ I see the older couples around me experiencing now, but young love.  Love where everything is done together, love that has no secrets.  To this day, I have never  been as open with anyone as I was with him, so it only seemed natural that I would gift my virginity to him. 

   In the middle of my senior year, on a sleeping bag I carefully laid out on the floor of a classroom, in the basement of the main building- I gave him my virginity.  I was 18 years old, and to this day, that day remains a very special memory. It only brought us closer together, as both lovers and friends. As it happens though, he was caught smoking a cigarette a few months before graduation, and was expelled from school, sent back to his home in Rocky Mount NC.  But even with the miles between us, our love burned brightly still.
   Graduation day arrived, and along with it my family.  The day began as any other, breakfast with my friends, then back to my dorm to dress. I  was wearing a beautiful, cream colored outfit that once on, appeared to be a dress, and it sort of was, but with pants. Any way, the ceremony was outside in front of the huge, beautiful, brick main building.  There were long fingers of ivy crawling up it on any and all available areas.  The contrast of the green ivy against the aged brick was beautiful. Names were called alphabetically.  I was an S, so I had taken to doodling in my program.  Then the unthinkable happened.  About the time the two names before mine were called, a bird decided to shit in my lap!  Purple bird shit right on my crotch!!! Then I heard it. They were calling my name, ‘STONE’. I sat, frozen stiff . Again, ‘STONE’. The headmaster was looking around, looking for me.  My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I gathered up the area of purple bird shit and with it balled up tightly in my hand I stood and walked quickly to the podium.  The headmaster stuck out his hand to shake mine and instead I gave him a half bow and went quickly back to my seat.  My friends were all dying laughing now that word had spread about the bird shit. I had thought my day could not possibly get any worse, but I was wrong again. 
   After the ceremony, I quickly tore off my bird-shit covered, never to be worn again, lovely cream colored dress.  My mind was spinning with possible plans for my after graduation parties. 

   My dad had requested I take a walk with him outside. I have tried for years now to remember what our conversation was about- to no avail.  What I do remember of our little ‘chat’, turned out to be the deciding factor in my, until that point, still unconfirmed plans.  What I remember is my father clearly saying this; “When you arrive home, I will make your life a living hell.”  This is a quote people.  Now I can only speak for myself, but there was no way in hell  that I was going to go home.  Not after my dad had made it so clear to me what awaited me once I get there.
   Thankfully my 2 door, dark green, 5 speed Ford Explorer was already on campus because I had driven back after spring break.  I loaded up everything that had accumulated in my dorm room over the last two years.  Then I hugged my mom and sister tearfully, and told them I would see them later.  I hesitantly gave my father a curt nod, jumped in my car and off I went, not to any party, but to the open arms of the man in my life who actually seemed to love me.  Or put a different way, I drove away from the man who wanted to effect my life in a, what sounded like, very negative way. 

    I had done it. Though completely un-planned, I had run away. 

The Day I Saw My Heart

The Day I Saw My Heart

Since the day he was born, October 1, 1996, my son has been My Heart. It is very strange for me, to see how grown up my son is today. I’m fairly certain that some of you can relate to my suprise on some level, time moves altogether to fast in my opinion. It’s Bittersweet, really.

 
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Regretfully, it has been 5 years since I have been a daily part of his life. I feel like I do not even know him any more, and truthfully, I don’t. This breaks my heart, even more so because it was my choices, that caused my absence. 5 long years since I have been a daily part of his life. Wow. I have to remind myself of this often. 

 

I remember the exact way that I felt, 3 years ago, when I was told he had a girlfriend,- by my mother, nonetheless. A girlfriend. Again, wow. 
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Processing just this, took me about a year. I felt replaced. In my heart and my mind, he was still, and will always be, my little boy. But he is not little anymore.

 

My heart and mind eventually caught up with reality one evening as i was surfing the web. I had checked Facebook dozens of times to see if he had a page, and as always, came up with nothing. Until that night, I had seen images of my son, at family outings and holidays, by looking on my sisters Facebook page. Well, long story short, my son and his lady are both on Instagram! JOY!!! I clearly recall thinking that he is defiantly not a little boy anymore, but a young man. I am so proud of him.

 

As I clicked over to his lady’s page, I was given an even deeper glimpse into his life, and hers- as well as the love they share together. As i gazed upon ‘her’ lovely face for the first time, i realized something. I myself had been in my first relationship, also for three years, at that exact age.

 

Full circle. It would be impossible for me to forget the 4 years I spent with my first love. Like my son’s relationship, we began dating my sophomore year in high school. First love is positively magical! Do you remember yours? I remember everything, but I will save that story for a later post. I hope my son cherishes every second with his lady, because as I said before, time moves altogether to fast. 

 

Stat Tuned Readers! there is much more to come…

Later Gators