A Good Reminder for Me…

August 25, 2011

“I was reminded of a thought I got one day when I was riding the motorbike through the vast Indian rural area. I could feel my heart staring at me; it was a sad, lonely gaze. I looked back and I spoke to it. I said, “Heart, it’s time to live again, love again and be free again.” My heart, maybe not wholheartdely at the time, listened. And daily I have been speaking to my heart, to live, love and be free. And we are getting there.”

Taken from a post I wrote in 2010 Live. Love. Be Free.


Alone, by Maya Angelou

August 23, 2011

Lying, thinking

Last night

How to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty

And bread loaf is not stone

I came up with one thing

And I don’t believe I’m wrong

That nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

There are some millionaires

With money they can’t use

Their wives run round like banshees

Their children sing the blues

They’ve got expensive doctors

To cure their hearts of stone.

But nobody

No, nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

Now if you listen closely

I’ll tell you what I know

Storm clouds are gathering

The wind is gonna blow

The race of man is suffering

And I can hear the moan,

‘Cause nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.


The Wilderness, by Kathleen Jessie Raine

August 18, 2011

I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare

Winters before I was born of song and story,

Of spell or speech with power of oracle or invocation,

 

The great ash long dead by a roofless house, its branches rotten,

The voice of the crows an inarticulate cry,

And from the wells and springs the holy water ebbed away.

 

A child I ran in the wind on a withered moor

Crying out after those great presences who were not there,

Long lost in the forgetfulness of the forgotten.

 

Only the archaic forms themselves could tell!

In sacred speech of hoodie on gray stone, or hawk in air,

Of Eden where the lonely rowan bends over the dark pool.

 

Yet I have glimpsed the bright mountain behind the mountain,

Knowledge under the leaves, tasted the bitter berries red,

Drunk water cold and clear from an inexhaustible hidden fountain.


Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

August 17, 2011

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.


Wait, These Phobias Exist?

August 3, 2011

Here’s a list of phobias I had no clue existed:

Ablutophobia- Fear of washing or bathing.

Agyrophobia- Fear of streets or crossing the street.

Albuminurophobia- Fear of kidney disease.

Alektorophobia- Fear of chickens.

Allodoxaphobia- Fear of opinions. (Ok, I knew that one existed, I just didn’t know it had a name.)

Androphobia- Fear of men. (Yeah, that one too.)

Apotemnophobia- Fear of persons with amputations.

Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.

Aulophobia- Fear of flutes.

Barophobia- Fear of gravity.

Blennophobia- Fear of slime.

Cacophobia- Fear of ugliness.

Chionophobia- Fear of snow.

Cholerophobia- Fear of anger or the fear of cholera. (Wait! What?!)

Chorophobia- Fear of dancing. (If only more white people had this!)

Consecotaleophobia- Fear of chopsticks.

Dikephobia- Fear of justice.

Dipsophobia- Fear of drinking.

Dutchphobia- Fear of the Dutch.

Ecclesiophobia- Fear of church.

Ephebiphobia- Fear of teenagers.

Francophobia- Fear of France or French culture.

Geliophobia- Fear of laughter.

Geniophobia- Fear of chins.

Geumaphobia or Geumophobia- Fear of taste. (Wow! That one must be terrible!)

Helminthophobia- Fear of being infested with worms. (How often does this happen?)

Homilophobia- Fear of sermons. (Amen!)

Ithyphallophobia- Fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis. (We are all adults here.)

Linonophobia- Fear of string.

Logizomechanophobia- Fear of computers.

Logophobia- Fear of words. (This blog would be terrifying to an Logophobic!)

Lutraphobia- Fear of otters.

Menophobia- Fear of menstruation. (I think this is valid, for boyfriends and husbands.)

Nomatophobia- Fear of names. (Roll call in elementary school was hell for a Nomatophobic.)

Octophobia – Fear of the figure 8.

Omphalophobia- Fear of belly buttons.

Orthophobia- Fear of property.

Ouranophobia or Uranophobia- Fear of heaven.

Papaphobia- Fear of the Pope.

Peladophobia- Fear of bald people.

Philosophobia- Fear of philosophy.

Phobophobia- Fear of phobias. (This is understandable after reading this list!)

Pogonophobia- Fear of beards. (My sister-in-law suffers from this.)

Porphyrophobia- Fear of the color purple. (Wait, the movie/book? Or the actual color purple?)

Pteronophobia- Fear of being tickled by feathers. (CeeLo does not suffer from this one.)

Pupaphobia – Fear of puppets. (CeeLo’s cool here too.)

Sesquipedalophobia- Fear of long words. (Why did I not know about this in school?)

Symbolophobia- Fear of symbolism.

Syphilophobia- Fear of syphilis. (Wait, who does NOT fear this! There should be a name for that person!)

Thaasophobia- Fear of sitting. (This would be so tiring!)

Tyrannophobia- Fear of tyrants. (Um?)

Virginitiphobia- Fear of rape. (Again, why would someone NOT fear this?)

Xenoglossophobia- Fear of foreign languages. (An alternate word for this phobia could be American.)

Zemmiphobia- Fear of the great mole rat.