Life goes on....I am slowly healing from the irreparable loss of my baby brother. I am reading his last text messages everyday..because I cannot let go. However he is gone..He crossed that bridge...I miss him...I hope he can see that I am trying my best to smile.
I am trying to keep in mind what I wrote last year about life and may God help me.
Our individual life is a singly infinite sequence but we must remember that Life is a double-infinite sequence. It means that “it has neither a first nor a final element”. So we must be gentle with ourselves and remember that we are children of the Universe. We must enjoy each step of the process and still believe, hope, dream, and keep faith. From here
Luv Letter from DJ Okawari is full of hope and warms the soul.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Quote of Heraclitus
"The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts. Think only on those things that are in line with your principles and can bear the light of day. The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny - it is the light that guides your way."
Πάντα ῥεῖ (panta rhei) "everything flows"
Heraclitus.
Πάντα ῥεῖ (panta rhei) "everything flows"
Heraclitus.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
On Death by Kahlil Gibran from The PROPHET
On Death
Than Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said: You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Source here
......
Than Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said: You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Source here
......
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
RIP David Nkunzumwami aka Dawudi
My baby brother was my samurai. He was a great man.
He was and is my angel. Je t'aime.........
His smile and love are forever in my heart.
I love you, may you rest in peace.
Aline Nkunzumwami aka Ané
David was here....David is here
He was and is my angel. Je t'aime.........
His smile and love are forever in my heart.
I love you, may you rest in peace.
Aline Nkunzumwami aka Ané
David was here....David is here
Monday, December 5, 2011
The Middle of the World (O Caminho das Nuvens) by Vicente Amorim
The Middle of the World (O Caminho das Nuvens) is one of my favorite movie of the year. The story is about a family road trip on bicycles throughout Brazil looking for jobs. It is beautifully made. It is intense and weirdly soothing. Yes, it gives a real perspective of how hard it is to make a living in this global economy. It is a simple movie that captures the conflicts and complexities of life and family. I just love it! A must watch!!! On Netflix oh yes...In Portuguese with English subtitles.. Enjoy!!!
Same Moonlight for our Dreams
The Middle of the World is a road movie on bicycles. It is freely adapted from the true story of an unemployed truck driver who, with his wife and five children, pedals from Paraíba, in the poverty-stricken Northeast of Brazil, all the way to Rio de Janeiro looking for a job. Romão (the father) feels destined to earn 1000 reais (about 300 US$) a month a vast sum for Brazilian standards. On four bikes, the family goes through five states, knows solidarity and indifference, aggressiveness and cordiality. A 2000-mile odyssey through the hinterlands of Brazil all the way to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil's best-known postcard. The Middle of the World shows the quest for the dream of a decent life a story of dreams and hope.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
LinkWithin
