Upheaval

Miriam Webster Dictionary Online:
up·heav·al
Pronunciation: \ˌəp-ˈhē-vəl, (ˌ)ə-ˈpē-\
Function: noun
Date: 1838
1: the action or an instance of upheaving especially of part of the earth's crust
2: extreme agitation or disorder : radical change ; also : an instance of this

I subscribe to radical change...but in a good way.

There's a lot going on right now.

This means i'm juggling several balls.

I can't afford to drop a single one.

I'm trying to figure out where each one goes
and how they all fit together.

I don't want to have to shuffle them around on the ground to get the balance right.

So until I figure out where they go, they're going to have to remain up there,
and i'm going to have to keep expending the energy required to juggle non-stop.

My arms ache, but i can't afford to stop.

When I figure out where they each go, then i'll stop.

And then they'll each drop one by one and fit nicely into their own little receptacle.

And then life will go on.

Lizz Wright: Fire

I need to update, so i've decided to do a Naapali.

This is my favourite Lizz Wright song of all time and that's saying a lot because there isn't a song of hers that i don't love. I love singing this song,but beyond that i love the message in the lyrics (which is about unconditional love) because it challenges me to question if i am capable of such love for another human being (and i'm talking romantic love now, not parental, for example). That is, the kind of love that gives and then says:



Don´t worry about me
I´ll stand here in the darkness
With the joy that HEAVEN promised
To those who live
With open hearts
(see below for the rest of the lyrics)

My honest answer is 'I'm not sure'. I do know for sure that i once was that kind of person, and hence i know that i have the capacity to do so. However, would i want to do so? That's what i'm not sure about. Wouldn't resentment creep in? I guess the crucial element in deciding would be if the same sort of love was being given in return. But doesnt that defeat the concept of 'unconditional love'?

Heraclitus, the Ephesian philosopher is best known for his assertion that everything is in a state of flux. One of his most famous quotes is:

You could not step twice into the same river; for other waters are ever flowing on to you.

None of us are the same person from second to second, not to talk of month to month, or year to year. Our experiences change. Our circumstances change, and so on. So, yeah. I once was that kind of person, i don't think i am now, but i can be that person again.

What thinkest thou, my lovely people?
Enjoy...




Are you frightened by the fire in my eyes
It burns for you
And I KNOW you see it too
Your heart was open looking for light
Are you surprised
BABY LEAVE your pride

´Cause I´m gonna burn, right or wrong
It´s all for you to see
Stop hiding your eyes
Take the fire from me
And be warm, life is hard
And sometimes the night is long
Take the fire
You don´t have to give it back to me

It´s a gift to feel this good
Loving you IS enough to bring me peace
Nothing’S perfect
But it´s enougH
To FILL with love
A HEART THAT WAS COLD WITH DUST

And it´s gonna burn, right or wrong
It´s all for you to see
Stop hiding your eyes
Take the fire from me
And be warm, life is hard
And sometimes the night is long
Take the fire
You don´t have to give it back to me

Don´t worry about me
I´ll stand here in the darkness
With the joy that HEAVEN promised
To those who live
With open hearts

And it´s gonna burn, right or wrong
It´s all for you to see
Stop hiding your eyes
Take the fire from me
And be warm, life is hard
And sometimes the night is long
Take the fire
You don´t have to give it back to me

Pieces of Me

If you are patient and tender
I will open drawers that mostly stay closed
and bring out places and people and things, sounds and smells, love and frustrations, hopes and sadness.
Bits and pieces of life that have been grabbed off in chunks and found lying in my hands
they have eaten their way into my heart altogether
you or I will never see them.

-They are me-

If you regard them lightly, deny that they are important, or worse judge them
I will quietly slowly begin to wrap them up in small pieces of velvet
like worn silver and gold jewelry
tuck them away in a small wooden chest of drawers
and close them away.

(Jim Messina)

This is a partial repost which initially appeared here, but just so happens to reflect my mood today...