many ways
lead to Rome
can we call
IT home
paths, streets
alleys, highways
by foot or car
by train or plane
or my way
all the ways
happy and gay
sometimes
wired
windows closed
then open
the heart
your heart
lines are written
exchanged
numbers
channeled
dialed
a call
to your heart
adrenalin
the source of power
fueling the brain
to sustain
the heart
symbol of love
love the essence
of our finding
lots of words
still have to be spoken
a base established
grounds conquered
on the way
no rest
the quest
eternal love
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
HM Day 101010
Spread the LOVE and make the world a better place, be generous to children
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REMEMBER
Dad?
Yeah my darling.
Another bedtime story pleassssssse.
It’s already late sweet thing and we’ve got an early day tomorrow.
But it’s only 6.15pm daddy, pleasssssssse
OK angel but no interruptions this time.
I promise.
On a cold snowy winter’s day in December Anika is asking her mother
whether Father Christmas is real and not just made up by adults to keep
children quiet.
Her mother asks what do you mean by keeping children
quiet?
Mom, you know, often when I do things you don’t like, you tell me to stop
or otherwise you tell Father Christmas about it and he might not come
around this time.
Anika is nine years old living with her parents and older brother in a wooden house near a big forest.
Its cold outside, snow is blanketing the forest like a fluffy white duvet.
Dad what is blanketing? I don’t know the meaning and this is no interruption.
Lilly, darling, blanketing comes from the word blanket which you know, so
blanketing means covering, its like when you put a blanket on your legs
because you are cold, it also means that you are covering your legs.
Thanx Dad.
Great, let me continue.
Well, Anika you know what I once told you about Father Christmas with
his long white beard and soft red velvet coat. He lives way up north where
the days are dark but the love and fire in the hearts of the people light up their days. All year round they listen to the thoughts and desires of the children in order to deliver all the beautiful presents for Christmas.
Children that have been naughty throughout the year might not be able to
receive any presents.
Anika?
Mom?
Are you still listening?
I do.
Ok, and you know as well that it is not the material side of how many
presents you get, it is love and appreciation that is shown by all presents
you get no matter how small or big.
I know Mummy but today at school all the girls and boys in the classroom
said that I was a baby still to believe in Father Christmas who does not exist at all.
So, why would you suddenly listen to other people and not to your own
feelings?????
I don’t know Mummy, I am just very confused.
You just have to believe Anika and I believe it is bedtime now.
Come it’s late, brush your teeth and then quickly to bed with you.
Anika went to bed that night so tired that she fell asleep before her mother came to switch off the light.
Her mind was still busy re-thinking thoughts while suddenly Anika opened
her eyes, the entire room was lit up in a bright warm light.
A knock at the window, Anika gets up still half asleep opens the white frozen window to see what’s outside. She always was very curious.
Father Christmas is outside the window giving Anika a hand to climb through
the window into his glistening white slay with eight beautiful reindeer in
front. Anika couldn’t believe what was happening.
Anika asks Father Christmas whether this is real?
He just said, you are here with me talking to me, so it has to be.
They both walk through the snow, Anika in her long white night dress,
heading for the slay. Seated and wrapped in a huge white soft warm
comfortable throw Father Christmas gives a sign to his beautifully strong
reindeer for take off.
With a swift coordinated move all of them are air-born leaving house and
forest behind moving into a star studded blue sky.
The bells decorating the reindeer are playing a very familiar Christmas song, Anika tries to think but can’t remember the name of the song.
Father Christmas puts an arm around Anika to hold her close whispering
not to think too much and telling her to call him Santa.
Santa, where are we going?
I take you to a place where the days are dark but the love and fire in the
hearts of the people light up the days.
Is this the place my Mummy told me about?
Yes it is.
They come to a place where the flowers, plants, trees and animals are
colourful and speak to each other.
Santa is taking Anika to a house that seems small leading to a room that is
big, bigger than big.
What is this, Santa?
This is the room with all the wishes and presents for the children on earth.
It is an always expanding room.
Anika wishes to be home again with her family.
She wakes up in the morning, the window still open and walks into the
kitchen.
She looks at her mom and says I BELIEVE.
Mummy?
Yes Lilly.
Do you miss Dad ?
Yes darling, very very much.
I miss Daddy too and his stories but I don’t want to go now.
Why?
I don’t want to remember.
Lilly, my angel, I know it is not easy but it would be wrong to forget. We
always have to remember and remind the people of the cruelty and sadness
it has caused.
Ok Mummy.
Let’s go then, we don’t want to be late for the service.
Sept. 11, 2007
Do you remember?
Yeah my darling.
Another bedtime story pleassssssse.
It’s already late sweet thing and we’ve got an early day tomorrow.
But it’s only 6.15pm daddy, pleasssssssse
OK angel but no interruptions this time.
I promise.
On a cold snowy winter’s day in December Anika is asking her mother
whether Father Christmas is real and not just made up by adults to keep
children quiet.
Her mother asks what do you mean by keeping children
quiet?
Mom, you know, often when I do things you don’t like, you tell me to stop
or otherwise you tell Father Christmas about it and he might not come
around this time.
Anika is nine years old living with her parents and older brother in a wooden house near a big forest.
Its cold outside, snow is blanketing the forest like a fluffy white duvet.
Dad what is blanketing? I don’t know the meaning and this is no interruption.
Lilly, darling, blanketing comes from the word blanket which you know, so
blanketing means covering, its like when you put a blanket on your legs
because you are cold, it also means that you are covering your legs.
Thanx Dad.
Great, let me continue.
Well, Anika you know what I once told you about Father Christmas with
his long white beard and soft red velvet coat. He lives way up north where
the days are dark but the love and fire in the hearts of the people light up their days. All year round they listen to the thoughts and desires of the children in order to deliver all the beautiful presents for Christmas.
Children that have been naughty throughout the year might not be able to
receive any presents.
Anika?
Mom?
Are you still listening?
I do.
Ok, and you know as well that it is not the material side of how many
presents you get, it is love and appreciation that is shown by all presents
you get no matter how small or big.
I know Mummy but today at school all the girls and boys in the classroom
said that I was a baby still to believe in Father Christmas who does not exist at all.
So, why would you suddenly listen to other people and not to your own
feelings?????
I don’t know Mummy, I am just very confused.
You just have to believe Anika and I believe it is bedtime now.
Come it’s late, brush your teeth and then quickly to bed with you.
Anika went to bed that night so tired that she fell asleep before her mother came to switch off the light.
Her mind was still busy re-thinking thoughts while suddenly Anika opened
her eyes, the entire room was lit up in a bright warm light.
A knock at the window, Anika gets up still half asleep opens the white frozen window to see what’s outside. She always was very curious.
Father Christmas is outside the window giving Anika a hand to climb through
the window into his glistening white slay with eight beautiful reindeer in
front. Anika couldn’t believe what was happening.
Anika asks Father Christmas whether this is real?
He just said, you are here with me talking to me, so it has to be.
They both walk through the snow, Anika in her long white night dress,
heading for the slay. Seated and wrapped in a huge white soft warm
comfortable throw Father Christmas gives a sign to his beautifully strong
reindeer for take off.
With a swift coordinated move all of them are air-born leaving house and
forest behind moving into a star studded blue sky.
The bells decorating the reindeer are playing a very familiar Christmas song, Anika tries to think but can’t remember the name of the song.
Father Christmas puts an arm around Anika to hold her close whispering
not to think too much and telling her to call him Santa.
Santa, where are we going?
I take you to a place where the days are dark but the love and fire in the
hearts of the people light up the days.
Is this the place my Mummy told me about?
Yes it is.
They come to a place where the flowers, plants, trees and animals are
colourful and speak to each other.
Santa is taking Anika to a house that seems small leading to a room that is
big, bigger than big.
What is this, Santa?
This is the room with all the wishes and presents for the children on earth.
It is an always expanding room.
Anika wishes to be home again with her family.
She wakes up in the morning, the window still open and walks into the
kitchen.
She looks at her mom and says I BELIEVE.
Mummy?
Yes Lilly.
Do you miss Dad ?
Yes darling, very very much.
I miss Daddy too and his stories but I don’t want to go now.
Why?
I don’t want to remember.
Lilly, my angel, I know it is not easy but it would be wrong to forget. We
always have to remember and remind the people of the cruelty and sadness
it has caused.
Ok Mummy.
Let’s go then, we don’t want to be late for the service.
Sept. 11, 2007
Do you remember?
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Royal Parks Half Marathon 2010
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Thank you so very very much.............xxxxxxxxx
PRESENCE
presence
naughty, delirious, cruel and beautiful
future
fancy, fragile, strong and sensual
illusion
magic, mystery and ghost
vision
passion, promise and almost
eternity
complete love
naughty, delirious, cruel and beautiful
future
fancy, fragile, strong and sensual
illusion
magic, mystery and ghost
vision
passion, promise and almost
eternity
complete love
SPARKLE
Snow, minus five degrees, a clear view outside her window on the 47th floor.
It is 7pm.
The city seems to be asleep under a blanket of fresh fallen ice crystals.
An hour to go to a star studded award gala down at Picture Theatre to be
named amongst the most glamorous show and business people of the globe.
Samantha, CEO of the biggest oil company in the world, still undecided
what to wear for the event calls in her assistant Louise to lay down several dresses she had chosen earlier.
Pink, red, blue, burgundy, black, emerald are the colours that enter her eyes encouraging reactions she thought never would happen.
Adrenaline creating fireworks of emotions, feelings that lead to only one decision – BLACK.
The colour of the evening, a dress made to kill beautifully caressing her
body leaving only one small accessory – JEWELLERY.
Samantha asks herself whether she is in need of earrings, necklaces, rings
or bracelets.
Again she calls Louise to discuss, as so often in the past whether a piece of jewellery would enhance her overwhelming appearance.
Louise opens several leather boxes to unveil the most amazing neckpieces
Samantha has collected throughout the years. All are gifts from Presidents,
Kings and former husbands worth millions of dollars.
Samantha’s high powered job ensures not only that countries are supplied
with fuel to keep their existence alive but also to deliver the best prices for gas to consumers allowing mobility of work forces around the planet.
Contracts between the West and East are essential; diplomacy and integrity
are the ingredients of her successful career.
The air and ice become thinner and thinner but she gracefully walks on her
path to cheerful investors and stockholders presenting billion dollar profits quarter after quarter.
Flawless and hard are not only attributes that describe Samantha but also
diamonds, her favourite stones choosing a 56.5 ct diamond platinum necklace
given to her by a president of a nation smaller than New York City.
Louise approves the choice her boss made asking Samantha after having
read an article about the movie ‘Blood Diamond’, whether she knows where
her diamonds come from.
Samantha turns around explaining that she had received them from the head
of state for having successfully negotiated a contract between her company
and this small but oil rich nation on the African WestCoast.
Samantha carefully closes the clasp of the matching bracelet before slinding into her black mink jacket.
On street level her driver struggles to park the black limousine. Snowy roads limit easy car movement. Finally in time he swings the door open for
Samantha to take a seat at the back of the car.
Samantha kindly greets Carl while entering the car.
“Good evening M’am”, Carl closes the door swiftly.
The smooth handling of the car ensures a safe journey to the event.
Carl opens the communicator, “M’am, your shining beauty always takes my
breath away; especially tonite you look pretty amazing if I may say so. Your diamonds sparkle in the glistening moon light – fabulous.”
“Thank you very much Carl, you are always so generous.”
“Thank you. We’ll arrive in five minutes.”
“Thank you Carl” Samantha replies.
Suddenly a break in thought.
War, death, blood, oil, diamonds, casualties, fortunes,
genocide………..thoughts she never knew existed; is her mind playing tricks
on her?
Louise mentioned blood diamonds – are mine? Why this emerging dilemma.
What is happening to me? Samantha asking herself.
Gaining back her confidence,
We never question our pork – did miss piggy die an ethical death – we just
spice and eat it;
We never question our government – how do you spend our taxes, do you
support war lords or engage in genocide operations – we just pay to be on
the safe side;
Seeing through the clouds of doubt she has to remind herself after having
had this conversation several times that a diamond is a diamond. It is unique in its appearance and beauty.
The car stops, the door opens to a red carpet. Flashlight all over Samantha
walks into the lime light of her life…
…
How spicy is your pork chop?
It is 7pm.
The city seems to be asleep under a blanket of fresh fallen ice crystals.
An hour to go to a star studded award gala down at Picture Theatre to be
named amongst the most glamorous show and business people of the globe.
Samantha, CEO of the biggest oil company in the world, still undecided
what to wear for the event calls in her assistant Louise to lay down several dresses she had chosen earlier.
Pink, red, blue, burgundy, black, emerald are the colours that enter her eyes encouraging reactions she thought never would happen.
Adrenaline creating fireworks of emotions, feelings that lead to only one decision – BLACK.
The colour of the evening, a dress made to kill beautifully caressing her
body leaving only one small accessory – JEWELLERY.
Samantha asks herself whether she is in need of earrings, necklaces, rings
or bracelets.
Again she calls Louise to discuss, as so often in the past whether a piece of jewellery would enhance her overwhelming appearance.
Louise opens several leather boxes to unveil the most amazing neckpieces
Samantha has collected throughout the years. All are gifts from Presidents,
Kings and former husbands worth millions of dollars.
Samantha’s high powered job ensures not only that countries are supplied
with fuel to keep their existence alive but also to deliver the best prices for gas to consumers allowing mobility of work forces around the planet.
Contracts between the West and East are essential; diplomacy and integrity
are the ingredients of her successful career.
The air and ice become thinner and thinner but she gracefully walks on her
path to cheerful investors and stockholders presenting billion dollar profits quarter after quarter.
Flawless and hard are not only attributes that describe Samantha but also
diamonds, her favourite stones choosing a 56.5 ct diamond platinum necklace
given to her by a president of a nation smaller than New York City.
Louise approves the choice her boss made asking Samantha after having
read an article about the movie ‘Blood Diamond’, whether she knows where
her diamonds come from.
Samantha turns around explaining that she had received them from the head
of state for having successfully negotiated a contract between her company
and this small but oil rich nation on the African WestCoast.
Samantha carefully closes the clasp of the matching bracelet before slinding into her black mink jacket.
On street level her driver struggles to park the black limousine. Snowy roads limit easy car movement. Finally in time he swings the door open for
Samantha to take a seat at the back of the car.
Samantha kindly greets Carl while entering the car.
“Good evening M’am”, Carl closes the door swiftly.
The smooth handling of the car ensures a safe journey to the event.
Carl opens the communicator, “M’am, your shining beauty always takes my
breath away; especially tonite you look pretty amazing if I may say so. Your diamonds sparkle in the glistening moon light – fabulous.”
“Thank you very much Carl, you are always so generous.”
“Thank you. We’ll arrive in five minutes.”
“Thank you Carl” Samantha replies.
Suddenly a break in thought.
War, death, blood, oil, diamonds, casualties, fortunes,
genocide………..thoughts she never knew existed; is her mind playing tricks
on her?
Louise mentioned blood diamonds – are mine? Why this emerging dilemma.
What is happening to me? Samantha asking herself.
Gaining back her confidence,
We never question our pork – did miss piggy die an ethical death – we just
spice and eat it;
We never question our government – how do you spend our taxes, do you
support war lords or engage in genocide operations – we just pay to be on
the safe side;
Seeing through the clouds of doubt she has to remind herself after having
had this conversation several times that a diamond is a diamond. It is unique in its appearance and beauty.
The car stops, the door opens to a red carpet. Flashlight all over Samantha
walks into the lime light of her life…
…
How spicy is your pork chop?
MORNING
morning has broken
did it break
fall apart
from time to time
don’t we all
fall apart
through life’s ups
and downs
through sorrow and
pain
through joy and
happiness
will it be bliss
mornings as fresh as a summerbreeze
will we sneeze
as virgin as a raindrop
will we crop
blue skies
no ties
wonderful
a wonderful
world
did it break
fall apart
from time to time
don’t we all
fall apart
through life’s ups
and downs
through sorrow and
pain
through joy and
happiness
will it be bliss
mornings as fresh as a summerbreeze
will we sneeze
as virgin as a raindrop
will we crop
blue skies
no ties
wonderful
a wonderful
world
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