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If you feel in need of being inspired watch…Tiny House Build Video5


I found this very inspiring video on http://ewao.com/a/1-he-found-her-sleeping-in-the-dirt-so-he-built-her-a-tiny-home-mustwatch a 3 mn of sheer bliss!

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Published on 23 Apr 2015
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The coin you dropped in the basket of hope


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together all the way
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This poem is to honor my younger sister’s noble, kind, constant presence in good and trying times.

Can I begin to scrape the surface
Will you ever know, realize the
Depth of your random acts?

I laud your selflessness the way
You foster the wounded heart lest
They disappear to the winds, unafraid
Of requital magnanimous to supremacy…

Weak words for strong disposition
I tried to pare but would need
To write a Te Deum to delineate
The making of thee

Stand tall, head high every
Moment of the day’s tide
Thank you will be furrowed in your
Bravery well after this tribulation

Time will not go by without a praise
And affection where lies the maxim
For humanity the ultimate paradigm
Thy art the reason for our creation

Please accept and welcome this humble
Verse as a token, as the treasured coin
You dropped in the basket of hope…

Two very wise quotes!


Here are two very inspiring quotes, take a few seconds to absorb the depth of the words. The first one is wisdom in its pure form which is the characteristics of the Dalai Lama and the second makes you appreciate life doubly.
Enjoy 🙂

Well it seems these quotes have gotten erased on my blog…so I’ll simply write them down myself here.

The Dalai Lama when asked what surprised him most about humanity, answered “man. because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. and then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived”

“If you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the world. If you have money in your bank, your wallet, and some spare change, you are among 8% of the world’s wealthy. If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive this week. If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the agony of imprisonment or torture or the horrible pangs of starvation, you are luckier than 500 million people alive and suffering. If you can read this message, you are more fortunate than 3 billion people in the world who cannot read at all.”

*Please note I did not create nor do I own the copyright to these texts. I am sharing it because I believe that was the original intent of the author.

Children Full of Life (1 of 5) (the whole set 2/5 3/5 4/5 5/5)


I found this very inspiring video in… http://kindnessblog.com/2013/09/24/children-full-of-life/
and was so impressed I decided to include the whole set of 5.
Trust me on this one, it’s sheer quality time! I believe that if we all had had such a teacher, our lives
would’ve been very different as adults. Teachers have a huge impact on kids later on as they turn into
adults and he is one of the rare ones to have managed to do just that for the better reasons 🙂

Random Acts of Kindness Caught on Film


I was going to log off after having already posted my new recipe series when I found this in my reader & just watched it with a lump in my throat. It is a truly moving video worth every 5.29 sec! It gives you the feeling that the world is not changing that fast after all 🙂 (no pun intended) kindness is still the good old recipe for this world to be a pleasure to experience & worth to be lived.

Something went wrong in my reblog, there was no video so I reposted it again, sorry for the inconvenience 🙂
Here’s the link which I got…
http://kindnessblog.com/2013/09/07/random-acts-of-kindness-caught-on-film/
via…
http://russtowne.com/2013/09/07/random-acts-of-kindness-caught-on-film/

Families… April 2010


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Families…
———

Families are intricate unities that assemble fragments of love, which they could easily discard if ego steps in.
Usually in a situation fabricated by their own imagination.
Families weave their own history, gluing it together with the substance called love hoping it will withstand the hazards of time.
Some families withhold the pressures of life by staying even closer. Practicing compassion, tolerance and love as a shining example for the world to witness.
Interacting with noble qualities as, finesse, integrity, virtue, righteousness, purity and above all a desire for true cohabitation.
They let their ego aside, seek and invite truth in, practicing patience and understanding in situations, others would have long buckled under.

Bursting as an olive seed, under the weight of a millstone. Grinding to its last drop.
How many of these “torches” illuminate our planet?
I wonder. Are they one percent? If they are, they should be standing high and proud. As the lighter of an Olympic flame.
Given a medal.
Instead, they are kept in the quiet. They tiptoe in the labyrinths of life and succeed to find a way out of this maze and convert it to beautiful alleys.
Some of them, growing an orchard on their way, with the promises of sweetness as a perquisite for having played a role in the grandeur of a king’s quarters.
Their children’s devotion, are their pride and badges. They take no heed in titles or honors.
They cherish the warmth of past memories and amuse themselves at keeping them alive by recalling them to their grandchildren, on long winter nights, a twinkle in their eyes, a spark in their heart and a smile on their lips.
Then, go on, feeding, on their children’s silent recognition, translated by small tokens. A gesture, a look, a hug and most of all, loving respect.
Are we aware of the importance of our each and every move?
As situations reveal themselves before our eyes, we are given a mind and heart to consult. The gift of introspection.
Do we use them wisely?
We have the freedom and dignity of choice. We could make an everlasting impression for generations to come. Leave our “trade mark“.
Is that not worth its weight in gold? Should it not give us a rush to strive toward that goal?
We could give up our self-made miseries and feed the younger generation with tender care.

Behave with consistency and rationality in order to provide them with the much needed security and balance in their lives so, as to prepare them on THEIR journey and pack their suitcases for the long road, with, stability, strength and joy. All vital tools in their jobs to shape a few generations to come.

And so it goes…

Building a non-ending chain of character, beauty and light.
In the hope, it will brighten the world and eradicate any dark shades left by the person…

Who thought he had no choice.

A day of our lives February 2010 Oa essay


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A day of our lives
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Last night I felt like waiving it all. Does it happen to you too?
Ironically, the arguments I want to run away from are the very reason I will not give up.
Even if the scales prove otherwise, working my character defects is now the reason for me to stay on.
So, I am hanging on a thread, as a spider, slowly weaving my way, consolidating my web.
My thread is my connection to my élan vital. To what is home now. It keeps me linked to my sparkle. That is why I hold on, toil my way through. Anneal the base.
My thoughts shout. Build a wider faction, extensions!
Outreach calls are of paramount importance yet, I have been shying away from that assignment.

We tend to build protective walls around us, which need to be broken down at some point.
Some build fortresses throughout their lives, staking up watchmen to mark their borders that stretch out further and further away from their former territories and lose themselves in it. Opportunities for light and life shrinking away from their grasp as the ebbing of a tide, leaving its emblem to be stamped on by the carefree, merry vacationer.
Others stay jammed between the doors of desperation, forlorn in an ocean of slavery to some addiction or another, plaguing them constantly with thoughts and acting upon them in a half-slumber, as if it is their destiny, as if they had no choice in the matter.
They live in a no-man’s land. In the crepuscule. Passengers erring between countries restlessly, looking for comfort and finding none.
Solace, evading their days and nights. Their soul giving them no rest. Until they are bestowed with the gift of sagacity and composure.
The skills for living in the right sense. Fully, truly, joyfully and peacefully.
Those miracles can happen. It is only up to us to create the vessel to receive them.
All there is to do is hope to be awarded with the volition to shape, mold it, as a sturdy thick, impermeable, hermetically sealed receptacle that will enable us to treasure those gifts never letting them out of our sight,
Whatever the cost.

My brother – So gentle Dec.2011 Poem with French original text


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This poem was written with rivers of love for my younger brother whom I discovered later, the strength of his soul.

My Brother
———-

Back turned
You watched nowhere
I heard a sob
Waking me with a start

I feigned sleep
My heart alert
Wishing to comfort
Not daring to admit

Desolate landscape
Décor effaced
All in you cried out
To regain your liberty

Moment of infinite tenderness
Parenthesis in my distress
I trampled your softness
Not thinking about your welfare
————-
Have I expiated my sin
With a rose, a thing?
No, It is with love
For my brother, I feel

Witness of a story
Of a derisory past
A long path
Cultivated by our means

Age, unveiled
The clarity, the truth
Of your soul, beauty
Was revealed to me

I felt beating in me
The rhythm of life
The tom-tom of joy
A window to the radiant

My brother is only sweetness
Artisan and author
Of an inner strength
Kindness, his motor
———–
I needed all these years
To find you, appreciate
To understand your value
Your personality in depth

Perhaps a rose,
Is after all just a thing
But I hold it out to you
In all friendship

As a peace offering 🙂

Mon frère n’est que douceur
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Le dos tourné
Nul part tu regardais
J’entendis un sanglot
Me réveillant en sursaut

Je feignis le sommeil
Mon cœur en éveil
Voulant te consoler
Mais n’osant te l’avouer

Paysage désolé
Au décor effacé
Tout en toi crier
Pour retrouver ta liberté

Moment d’infinie tendresse
Parenthèse dans ma détresse
Je piétinais ta douceur
Ne pensant à ton bonheur
———–
Ai-je expié mon péché
Avec une rose, une chose ?
Non, avec l’amour
Pour mon frère que j’éprouve

Témoin d’une histoire
D’un passé dérisoire
D’un long chemin
Cultivé par nos moyens

Avec l’âge, c’est dévoilé
Une clarté. La vérité
De ton âme, la beauté
M’a été révélé

Alors,
J’ai senti battre en moi
Le rythme de la vie,
Le tam-tam de la joie
Une fenêtre vers l’épanouis

Mon frère n’est que douceur
Artisan et auteur,
D’une force intérieure
La bonté son moteur

Il m’a fallu toutes ces années
Pour te retrouver, t’apprécier
Comprendre ta valeur
Ta personnalité en profondeur
————
Peut-être qu’une rose
N’est après tout, qu’une chose
Mais je te le tends en toute amitié

Comme offrande de paix 🙂