Saturday 23 June 2012
Dream of love
Loreena McKennitt -Tango to Evora - - YouTube
Lavora come se non avessi bisogno di soldi. Ama come se non dovessi mai soffrire. Balla come se nessuno ti guardasse.
Work like You do not need money.Love like You are never going to suffer.Dance like no one is watching.
Loreena McKeenitt
Loreena McKennitt - The Old Ways - YouTube
Loreena McKennitt- All Souls Night - YouTube
Lyrics: Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides. Figures dance around and around to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness; moving to the pagan sound. Somewhere in a hidden memory images float before my eyes of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires, dancing till the next sunrise. I can see the lights in the distance trembling in the dark cloak of night. Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing a waltz on all souls night. Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows held up tall as the flames leap high. The Green Knight holds the holly bush to mark where the old year passes by. Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides. Figures dance around and around to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness; moving to the pagan sound. Standing on the bridge that crosses the river that goes out to the sea. The wind is full of a thousand voices; they pass by the bridge and me.
Thursday 21 June 2012
Isle of Avalon
Isle of Avalon - Iron Maiden The Final Frontier - 2010 EMI Copyright 2010
I can hear them floating on the wind Immortal souls their weeping saddens me Mother earth you know your time is near Awaken lust the seed is sown and reaped Through the western isle I hear the dead awaken Rising slowly to the call of Avalon The cauldron of the head of Annwyn laced with envy Dark around its edge with pearl and destiny All my days I've waited for the sign The one that brings me closer to isle of Avalon I can feel the power flowing through my veins My heart is beating louder, close to Avalon I can hear you, can you hear me? I can feel you, can't you feel me? Fertility Mother Goddess Celebration, sow the seeds of the born The fruit of her body laden Through the corn doll You will pray for them all The image of Mother Goddess Lying dormant, in the eyes of the dead The sheath of the corn is broken End the harvest Throw the dead on the pyre I hear her crying, the tears of an angel The voices I hear in my head Blessed the fruits are the corn of the earth Mother Earth holy blood of the dead Mother earth I can hear you Sacrifice, now united Rising levels of the tidal lakes protect them Keepers of the Goddess in the underworld Holding powers of the Mystics, deep inside them Nineteen maidens, guardians of the otherworld Mortal conflict born of Celtic legend That apart from seven, none returned from Avalon Mother earth I can feel you My rebirth now completed Fertility mother goddess Celebration, sow the seeds of the born The fruits of her body laden Through the corn doll You will pray for them all The image of Mother Goddess Lying dormant, in the eyes of the dead The sheath of the corn is broken End the harvest, throw the dead on the pyre To have the belief of others Looking for the Isle to Show them a sign Fertility of all mothers Stood in silence Waiting now for their turn The gateway to Avalon The island where the souls Of dead are reborn Brought here to die and be Transferred into the earth And then for rebirth I hear her crying the tears of an angel The voices I hear in my head Blessed the fruits are The corn of the earth Mother Earth holy blood Of the dead The water in rivers and rhymes Rises quickly Are flowing and flooding the land The sea shall return once again Just to hide them Lost souls on the Isle of the dead.
Iron Maiden - Isle of Avalon - YouTube
Dear Mary,
This one is only for You.Be blessed my friend!
Wednesday 20 June 2012
My birthsday
Located myself on the crossroads of life. I wish that all this which I now live now,change. . I made so much compromises last years that I almost lost myself. All my life I wanted someone just her, someone with whom I share everything I know, I želim.Stvarno and I believe that I have found that person. Do our lives have changed so much and we changed two of us? I do not know. I know that I was very hard. Gone is the laughter of our života.Nestala the music, which I believed that I needed to I could živjeti.Malo bit and I'm gone from our lives. And now that many no longer see the sun, when there is no music, no other smile ... Mutilated..Disgreaced.Complitly lefted with broken wing. Is it time taught long ago? Do I flew too high? Have I loved enough? Here in the desert of my soul, there is the hungry and thirsty look, touch, meet. Help me! Somebody help me take off! Because my country is not residence. I was created for heavenly flight I Was Made for Love.
Monday 18 June 2012
A dance where the steps keep changing
A Dance Where the Steps Keep Changing
Eronica King A Dance Where the Steps Keep Changing As a kid, I always approached the first day of school with much angst. Not so much the fear of a new teacher or classmates, but rather knowing that this new teacher is going to mess up my name. I knew that we were going to engage in a dialogue of me pronouncing my name, then the teacher mispronouncing my name, and finally me settling on the mispronunciation that most closely resembled my name always created a high level of anxiety and shame for me. Fast forward to today. I still have much angst when meeting people and trying to make friends. It’s no longer my name, well at least not initially, but rather my sexuality and gender identity. The conversation usually goes: Person: What do you do? Me: I work in a hospital. Person: Doing what? Me: I’m a chaplain. Person: Chaplain? What’s that? Me: It’s a minister or priest that works in a hospital instead of a church. Person: You are a minister? But I thought you were…. Me: I am Person: How does THAT work? The answer I would like to give is slowly, painfully, full of anxiety and fear, and sometimes not at all. But, I usually say, "It just does." However, "It just does" rarely suffices and what follows is a conversation that makes me uncomfortable and frustrated. This is mostly because these are questions that I am currently struggling to answer. It is also frustrating because of the dynamics of chaplaincy and working in a hospital setting. At some point in the conversation, the question “Are you out?” will arise. This is such a simple question that has such a complicated answer. In my personal life, it’s all rainbows and skittles. Well, that’s not entirely true. My LGBT friends wonder how I can not only embrace Christianity but also be a purveyor of it. They want me to be an out gay, but a closeted Christian. At work, I am out to my supervisor and department, but not outside of that. Were you to ask any nurse in my clinical areas, I’m sure they would venture to take a guess, but could not speak with any certainty. At work, it’s okay to be an out Christian, but I must be a closeted gay. I understand the value of the closet. I do. Even in 2012, there are myths and misconceptions about what it means to be gay or lesbian. Being a gay or lesbian chaplain or minister in some denominations is career or vocation suicide. Just as some people hide being Jewish, Muslim, Wiccan, or Mormon, we hide our sexuality or face personal and professional persecution. The closet provides a means of protection. It is a way for us to have a sense of safety, despite the pain of denying who we are. As I strive to be my authentic self, I have come to understand that I don’t have to be all out, all the time. Yes, I am a lesbian, but I am also so many other things. I am more than my sexuality and I am striving to not let my sexuality become more than me. Yet, more often than I care to admit, my sexuality becomes bigger than me. Do I use the women’s bathroom or the unisex one? When a patient comes out to me, should I in turn come out to them? Do I out myself to a patient when I know they need an LGBT advocate? Do I introduce myself as Eronica or Roni? This often feels like a dance where the steps keep changing and any misstep could be a landmine. Just because a person identifies as LGBT, doesn’t mean that a person is comfortable with an LGBT chaplain. The patient may not be out to family and may fear that my presence will “out” them. The implications of the LGBT label are far and wide. People have lost friends and family after coming out. There are companies that can, and will, fire LGBT persons. Protection for LGBT persons varies by state and often falls short of the needs of the community. I struggle with my attire. As a masculine of center woman, can I wear ties to work? Should I even ask if that is an option for me? How do I explain to my LGBT friends the importance of my religion to me when it’s people in my line of work telling them that they are damned? Long gone are the days of trying to get a teacher to say my name properly. They have been replaced with days of me trying to balance the rainbow and the cross. CPE has helped me to understand my questions and to ask more questions. What does it mean to form a pastoral role that is congruent with my personhood when my personhood is under so much scrutiny? I have learned that at the end of the day it’s up to me to decide. I can either offer the best pastoral care I can or get hung up on my own stuff. Self-supervision is so important because I have found myself getting excited when I see LGBT couples. CPE has encouraged me to ask myself the “why” question and to stop and wait for an answer. I don’t think my issues will soon be resolved. I have to be confident enough in myself as a pastoral care provider to know that I am doing good work and nothing else matters. As I form a deeper understanding within myself, I find that I am forming deeper connections with my patients.
the author is an amazing Eronica and I want to give all credits to Her for writing and sharing on line this
May You Veronica and Your Kay be blessed where ever You go!
Sunday 17 June 2012
Broken Vow
Tell me her name I want to know The way she looks And where you go I need to see her face I need to understand Why you and I came to an end Tell me again I want to hear Who broke my faith in all these years Who lays with you at night While I'm here all alone Remembering when I was your own I let you go I let you fly Why do I keep on asking why I let you go Now that I found A way to keep somehow More than a broken vow Tell me the words I never said Show me the tears you never shed Give me the touch That one you promised to be mine Or has it vanished for all time Chorus I close my eyes And dream of you and I And then I realize There's more to love than only bitterness and lies I close my eyes I'd give away my soul To hold you once again And never let this promise end
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