I was recently having this discussion with a friend of mine… the powers that be just won’t let us take care of our Mother Earth – it’s horrendous!
Here are a few videos of interest:
Inventors Who Invented Water Cars
What are your thoughts on this? Is this a conspiracy theory or do you believe there is fire where there is smoke?
[…] Never, he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies.
Just came across this and thought it is lovely. Enjoy your Sunday eve folks xx
Shimon Peres was in a tight election race against Benjamin Netanyahu in April 1996. He thought a little war in south Lebanon would improve his dovish image and so he launched “Operation Grapes of Wrath.” On April 19, 1996, Israel attacked the U.N. camp in Qana killing 106 civilians. “We did not know that […]
via BLOOD, FIRE AND SLAUGHTER, QANA 1996 — Cathy Sultan blog
My heart still aches for that once holy land… the streets awash with the blood of innocents…
Where does it hurt?
Remember your parents asking you that question when you were young, when you had just fallen off your bike, or out of a tree?
My parents don’t really ask me that question anymore but when I saw an article in SoulPancake with that same title, I thought I’d have a look online to see where it hurts in the world today.
Continue reading “Where does it hurt?”
“It’s criminal, that musicians are not better paid. Have you seen this guy?”
…my sister reminded me this morning, and resent this link:
See more here: Mark White Live
I am still in awe; I just couldn’t stop listening – enjoy!
Until I find you I will be dating the ocean and its breeze
Until you find me flirt with every cycle of the moon as you breathe
Until I am ready for you I will be kissing the sun good morning and good evening
Until you are ready for me make love to the seven seas but tell them you will be leaving
Until I hold you I will be burying my sorrow in the wet sand
Until you hold me don’t let the winds take away all your strengths
Until I see you naked with all your wounds and gifts, I will be counting raindrops till we meet
Until you see me naked with all my wounds and gifts, wait for me by the sea and when I am ready I shall arrive, this time I will be free.
I found the poem above while browsing online and it just struck me as beautiful, so thought I would share. I think I would edit it slightly but there are some lovely images portrayed here. Proper romantic at heart me, really, despite all the cynicism! One love xxx