A name from the past came rushing back to me last week when I found out that a friend from my home town was killed in a motor cycle accident.
Lee was always a party animal who loved metal music, a good time with friends and nothing more than jumping on his bike and pushing his own limits. He was a person who had a good heart and would do anything to help a friend in need and that is what I will remember most about him. It has been many years since I spent any time with Lee but back in the day we ran with he same crowd and got in far to much trouble together. The memories came flooding back as I heard the sad news and some how I think only more will penetrate my mind as the reality of this loss sinks in.
Though I feel for Lee's family and friends and add my grief to their tears, I am mostly glad that I just got to know him and share a little of his life. That I got to walk the halls of Shuswap school with him, eat Christine's grilled cheese and jam sandwiches with him, see TJ Hooker (the live version) with him, Party at his Dad's place during the Spring Break that I will never forget, enjoy nights at canoe beach with him, and all the dances that we went to with the rest of our friends.
Lee lived and died doing what he loved and I only hope that we can all be so lucky.
Lee, my friend, I hope that you find peace where ever you are, that the angels are rock stars, and that heaven is a open road!
Blessed be, love and light
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Friday, June 1, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
On The Horizon
There is a spot on the horizon.
Sometimes it is faint and sometimes it is vivid and clear but always it is present.
It calls to me and I walk towards it, crawl towards it, sprint towards it, but still it is on the horizon and no closer to my grasp.
I look to this spot when I am unsure of what road to take, what choice to make, and for my daily inspiration. Then I move forward continuing my relentless journey.
At times I find myself eager to reach this destination and I run blindly forward only to look up exhausted and realize I am no closer. Yet now I have missed out on the glory of the path I've passed.
There is a spot on the horizon.
It is my destination, my euphoria, my nirvana. Now I realize it is my death.
It calls to me and I walk towards it, crawl towards it, but no longer sprint towards it. For I understand now that while it guides me, motivates me, and comforts me, I am in no rush to reach my destination.
I will not risk missing the glory of the path just passed.
I will not risk missing the momentary joy of a stolen kiss that lingers on my lips after my lover has turned to go, the warmth of my skin after the sun has passed behind a cloud or the instant peace that fills the air after a child stops crying.
My life may not be as perfect in the details as I hope it to be but the spot is still on the horizon and I am blessed with another day in which to live the life I dream of and to walk the path I pave with each of my own foot steps.
~ Each day we are given a new beginning and each day we have the opportunity to live a new life in the way we wish. The spot is always on the horizon and everyday, every moment, is a gift. Live today in the way you really want to live and be the person today you have always wanted to be. ~
Blessed be. Love and light
Sometimes it is faint and sometimes it is vivid and clear but always it is present.
It calls to me and I walk towards it, crawl towards it, sprint towards it, but still it is on the horizon and no closer to my grasp.
I look to this spot when I am unsure of what road to take, what choice to make, and for my daily inspiration. Then I move forward continuing my relentless journey.
At times I find myself eager to reach this destination and I run blindly forward only to look up exhausted and realize I am no closer. Yet now I have missed out on the glory of the path I've passed.
There is a spot on the horizon.
It is my destination, my euphoria, my nirvana. Now I realize it is my death.
It calls to me and I walk towards it, crawl towards it, but no longer sprint towards it. For I understand now that while it guides me, motivates me, and comforts me, I am in no rush to reach my destination.
I will not risk missing the glory of the path just passed.
I will not risk missing the momentary joy of a stolen kiss that lingers on my lips after my lover has turned to go, the warmth of my skin after the sun has passed behind a cloud or the instant peace that fills the air after a child stops crying.
My life may not be as perfect in the details as I hope it to be but the spot is still on the horizon and I am blessed with another day in which to live the life I dream of and to walk the path I pave with each of my own foot steps.
~ Each day we are given a new beginning and each day we have the opportunity to live a new life in the way we wish. The spot is always on the horizon and everyday, every moment, is a gift. Live today in the way you really want to live and be the person today you have always wanted to be. ~
Blessed be. Love and light
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
The Much-To-Do About Boobs
This ones for the girls....
Have you sat down recently and thought about boobs? Yours or someone Else's?
I find myself this morning wondering how breasts became such a hot topic and how one body part can be related to so many emotions, thoughts, experiences and controversy.
In what seemed like an overnight transformation I went from a flat chested 11 year old girl to a 36C curvaceous 12 going on 20 year old. All of a sudden my mother was having to try and hide me from the leering gazes of 35 year old men. This overnight change in my body didn't just mean that clothes fit differently but it meant EVERYTHING was different.
I became a sexual being in the eyes of other people because my body had changed, and let me tell that at 12 I was no where near ready for it.
The tops that on my friends looked cute and innocent looked sleazy on me. My friends mothers weren't sure I was the kind of girl they wanted hanging out with their daughters and they certainly didn't approve of how their older sons and their husbands were all of a sudden offering to babysit.
Having breasts changed my life the moment they arrived and they continue to play an important role in my life. They let me attract certain lovers but deter others, they prevented me carrying on with certain sports, they have both advanced and hindered career moves at certain times, they have formed a part of my personality and I have both relished and rejected them at different times of my life. Breasts are controversial and those are just my own.
The power of the breast is overwhelming.
It is what nurtures our young, lures our lovers, forms our fashion sense and fosters billion dollar industries from creams, bras, surgeries, magazines, film, and countless others businesses.
No one goes unaffected by boobs.
So why do I bring all of this up? I suppose it is to ask you to be sensitive and to give this over worked body part a bit of a break.
Their is a reason that breast cancer is rampant in our nation and it is more than just the physical nature of our world. It is also the emotional pressure that our commercial driven North American lives force on to this unsuspecting fragile collection of tissue.
As women we criticise our breasts for being too small, to big, too low, too pointy, too, too, too and I think we just need to give them a rest.
Stop judging yours and everyone Else's.
Stop allowing society to tell you something is wrong with them.
Stop forcing them into padded wire contraptions that force them into unnatural shapes.
Let them breath for Goddesses sake!!!!
1 in 27 women will die of breast cancer. This is staggering!!!!!
I say embrace your tits. Their size, shape, and stage in maturity.
Love them for what they are and take great care of your mounds.
Don't forget to check them to ensure good health and perhaps let them see the sun first hand.
www.bcsc.ca
Blessed be, Love and Light
Have you sat down recently and thought about boobs? Yours or someone Else's?
I find myself this morning wondering how breasts became such a hot topic and how one body part can be related to so many emotions, thoughts, experiences and controversy.
In what seemed like an overnight transformation I went from a flat chested 11 year old girl to a 36C curvaceous 12 going on 20 year old. All of a sudden my mother was having to try and hide me from the leering gazes of 35 year old men. This overnight change in my body didn't just mean that clothes fit differently but it meant EVERYTHING was different.
I became a sexual being in the eyes of other people because my body had changed, and let me tell that at 12 I was no where near ready for it.
The tops that on my friends looked cute and innocent looked sleazy on me. My friends mothers weren't sure I was the kind of girl they wanted hanging out with their daughters and they certainly didn't approve of how their older sons and their husbands were all of a sudden offering to babysit.
Having breasts changed my life the moment they arrived and they continue to play an important role in my life. They let me attract certain lovers but deter others, they prevented me carrying on with certain sports, they have both advanced and hindered career moves at certain times, they have formed a part of my personality and I have both relished and rejected them at different times of my life. Breasts are controversial and those are just my own.
The power of the breast is overwhelming.
It is what nurtures our young, lures our lovers, forms our fashion sense and fosters billion dollar industries from creams, bras, surgeries, magazines, film, and countless others businesses.
No one goes unaffected by boobs.
So why do I bring all of this up? I suppose it is to ask you to be sensitive and to give this over worked body part a bit of a break.
Their is a reason that breast cancer is rampant in our nation and it is more than just the physical nature of our world. It is also the emotional pressure that our commercial driven North American lives force on to this unsuspecting fragile collection of tissue.
As women we criticise our breasts for being too small, to big, too low, too pointy, too, too, too and I think we just need to give them a rest.
Stop judging yours and everyone Else's.
Stop allowing society to tell you something is wrong with them.
Stop forcing them into padded wire contraptions that force them into unnatural shapes.
Let them breath for Goddesses sake!!!!
1 in 27 women will die of breast cancer. This is staggering!!!!!
I say embrace your tits. Their size, shape, and stage in maturity.
Love them for what they are and take great care of your mounds.
Don't forget to check them to ensure good health and perhaps let them see the sun first hand.
www.bcsc.ca
Blessed be, Love and Light
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