I thought that I would get away with posting Madea without too much fanfare, but it appears that Ms. Eternally Curious knew exactly what that you tube clip was and what it meant. I give her unequivocal permission to post it on her website. However, once she did so, I realised that I was not going to get away with just sneaking it onto the page and leaving it there to disappear into the blogger eather as time passes.
Yes, I am trying to work out who in my life is a leaf, a branch or a root. Sometimes there are people in your life who are capable of being roots, but come into your life as branches - unstable, and easily broken once pressure is put on them.
Time to do some gardening, I think!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Martin Luther King
17 November 1957
"I've said to you on many occasions that each of us is something of a schizophrenic personality. We're split up and divided against ourselves. And there is something of a civil war going on within all of our lives. There is a recalcitrant South of our soul revolting against the North of our soul. And there is this continual struggle within the very structure of every individual life. There is something within all of us that causes us to cry out with Ovid, the Latin poet, "I see and approve the better things of life, but the evil things I do." There is something within all of us that causes us to cry out with Plato that the human personality is like a charioteer with two headstrong horses, each wanting to go in different directions. There is something within each of us that causes us to cry out with Goethe, "There is enough stuff in me to make both a gentleman and a rogue." There is something within each of us that causes us to cry out with Apostle Paul, "I see and approve the better things of life, but the evil things I do."
So somehow the "isness" of our present nature is out of harmony with the eternal "oughtness" that forever confronts us. And this simply means this: That within the best of us, there is some evil, and within the worst of us, there is some good. When we come to see this, we take a different attitude toward individuals. The person who hates you most has some good in him; even the nation that hates you most has some good in it; even the race that hates you most has some good in it. And when you come to the point that you look in the face of every man and see deep down within him what religion calls "the image of God," you begin to love him in spite of. No matter what he does, you see God's image there. There is an element of goodness that he can never sluff off. Discover the element of good in your enemy. And as you seek to hate him, find the center of goodness and place your attention there and you will take a new attitude."
So somehow the "isness" of our present nature is out of harmony with the eternal "oughtness" that forever confronts us. And this simply means this: That within the best of us, there is some evil, and within the worst of us, there is some good. When we come to see this, we take a different attitude toward individuals. The person who hates you most has some good in him; even the nation that hates you most has some good in it; even the race that hates you most has some good in it. And when you come to the point that you look in the face of every man and see deep down within him what religion calls "the image of God," you begin to love him in spite of. No matter what he does, you see God's image there. There is an element of goodness that he can never sluff off. Discover the element of good in your enemy. And as you seek to hate him, find the center of goodness and place your attention there and you will take a new attitude."
Sunday, April 6, 2008
I'm Still Here - Warning: Deep Blogging Ahead!
Wow... empty room... no one here.... just me.
Well for those who have come back just to check to see if I am still here, yes. I am still here.
However I come to this page and type these words as a different person. I cannot explain how I am different, why I am different, what it means to be different and what affect its going to have on anyone or anything else. The fact is, I'm different.
I look at the miles I've travelled, the people I've met, the risks that I have taken in my life and the challenges I have set myself. And then I look at the person that I have been for the last six to twelve months and I realise that I have not been 'me'.
I have spent the last six to twelve months trying to work out why the carefree, travelled, risk taking, fearfless girl has not been able to fit into the mould that was being prescribed for her by others around her. 2007 was supposed to be about discovery but rather, I found myself suurounded by dissonence and disillusion. I tried to associate myself as "the ultimate corporate lawyer", only to realise that the power broking with self-important people only left me hollow and unchallenged. I tried to consider myself the "social butterfly" but in doing that, I found myself surrounded by people with empty minds and empty hearts.
I've struggled with the idea that after all of the introspection that I have done over the years may not have necessarily led me any closer to the answer of "what is my purpose?"
If the truth be known, I am who I am and this is my purpose. I'm emotional, I'm passionate, I'm inspired, I'm open, I'm giving, I'm intense, I'm strong, I'm powerful - and I care. Sometimes so much that it hurts me and it hurts others. My friends, my family, my work colleagues, my boyfriends (past, present and future!).
I'm not afraid of people reading this. Because if they came up to me and looked me in the eye and asked me what my purpose is in life, it will be exactly the above. To feel emotion, to be passionate about life, to find inspiration, to be open to whatever comes my way, to give, to intensely believe, to be strong, and to be powerful. This is my purpose.
Well for those who have come back just to check to see if I am still here, yes. I am still here.
However I come to this page and type these words as a different person. I cannot explain how I am different, why I am different, what it means to be different and what affect its going to have on anyone or anything else. The fact is, I'm different.
I look at the miles I've travelled, the people I've met, the risks that I have taken in my life and the challenges I have set myself. And then I look at the person that I have been for the last six to twelve months and I realise that I have not been 'me'.
I have spent the last six to twelve months trying to work out why the carefree, travelled, risk taking, fearfless girl has not been able to fit into the mould that was being prescribed for her by others around her. 2007 was supposed to be about discovery but rather, I found myself suurounded by dissonence and disillusion. I tried to associate myself as "the ultimate corporate lawyer", only to realise that the power broking with self-important people only left me hollow and unchallenged. I tried to consider myself the "social butterfly" but in doing that, I found myself surrounded by people with empty minds and empty hearts.
I've struggled with the idea that after all of the introspection that I have done over the years may not have necessarily led me any closer to the answer of "what is my purpose?"
If the truth be known, I am who I am and this is my purpose. I'm emotional, I'm passionate, I'm inspired, I'm open, I'm giving, I'm intense, I'm strong, I'm powerful - and I care. Sometimes so much that it hurts me and it hurts others. My friends, my family, my work colleagues, my boyfriends (past, present and future!).
I'm not afraid of people reading this. Because if they came up to me and looked me in the eye and asked me what my purpose is in life, it will be exactly the above. To feel emotion, to be passionate about life, to find inspiration, to be open to whatever comes my way, to give, to intensely believe, to be strong, and to be powerful. This is my purpose.
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