I found this video on Midnightlove's blog - runningBacknow. Thanks Midnight...

It makes me sad and then it makes me mad
I don’t understand what the problem is and I don’t want to judge wrongly either
We have so much…

We have places to go that will help with our electricity bills and give us food packages if we can’t afford to go out partying and pay bills to eat. I’ve seen it done, but I know what the help is supposed to be for.

We give and we give but the governments or political mafia take it for themselves. They walk around with bellies swollen full of fat and rich food, while their country bare the pain of fattened bellies full of starvation and disease…



I don’t know what the answer is. There is meanness and cruelty out there, but I also understand that people who live opulently in our world are people who often give amazingly generously; amazingly generous because they can.

Personally, if I think someone wealthy is doing at least their bit to help even a few, I will buy their cd or watch that movie more than once. You see, I can afford to. There was a time when I couldn’t, but now I can so I do.

But what am I thinking? We can’t even seem to help the ones in our own countries. Our dads and mums, brothers, sisters, extended family and friends, even our neighbours and people at large in our communities…

Truly I don’t know what the answer is or I should say - how do we help the answer to better reach the ones who need it so very badly. The communication break down - We hear their cries of hunger and need but our answer of love is blocked some how. What can we do?

I can't be here tonight but i can leave a few tunes...



In the car at 15 with friends. We were loud but not as loud as the tape player *giggles*



Ok ok... who can't recognize this? Yeah Rocky.Catch the simplicity of this. These guys were brilliant at taking your heart and making it beat any speed they wanted. Drums backed up with the bass, punching to get your blood up and then walking with you as we journey to where ever they want to take us. Keys and guitar ebb and tide, tug and push emotions, the vocals are then given the platform to preach what ever they want us to believe. Sometimes it's not the words, but the meaning that gets in. Subliminal messages over and over. Just try and shut them out. Brilliant!



I went with Robbie instead of Queen. Here in Australia we have birds called Lyre birds. I always believed they were called that because they could sound like almost anything they want to. Running water, people having a bbq, cars or chainsaws, they could mimic almost anything i guess you could say - they kind of lie. I see Robbie as having a gift at doing that with his music. Kind of like a voice that sounds like lots of people, but not - sorry if that doesn't make sense. Not that he's the best - but he does have some skill at it. Clever boy!



Ok Bon Jovi just because i can and i really enjoy the movie too. I love the way they do this song and there's nothing like a live performance. I appreciate their ability to catch hearts by keeping it simple, telling the story convincingly and somehow make us feel like it's us going through the emotions. It gets in, hooks that'll catch the best and the worst of us - some muso's craft will leave an imprint that will last for a long, long time. Very clever.

Happy Saturday. Rock on every one. Cheers...

I’ve always wondered - don’t know about you – but I’ve wondered what love is. Didn’t realize how big a question it really is till I found an answer. Then the whole word opened up like a huge parachute above me. I realised it just means being the best for your self and in that, learn to be the best you can be for you and others. It’s a tough thing – to love your self.

Think about it…

If we love ourselves, we will want what’s best for us. We will eat right, exercise daily, be conscious of personal hygiene and wellness, we’ll forgive ourselves when we fall short of our own expectations and not be mean to us by giving ourselves unrealistic ones – no – we help ourselves reach our set goals and be kind to us. Loving ones self involves a lot of tough love but gentle love too. Both kinds are encouraging if we understand that we’re valuing ourselves and learning to value others.



It’s Valentines Day today in Australia - 2pm Valentines day here. I sent my Woolly some flowers to his work place because I care and appreciate him. He’s a very considerate man my husband, the father of our children and a great friend. He can’t help it, he loves us. We have VERY different points of view on almost everything and our relationship is a fiery one in most aspects. It’s ok for it to be the way it is; it’s tough sometimes and impossible other times, but sometimes … wonderful.

Relationships with others are best for me, when I see myself as valuable (able to have value) because its then that I realise that I’m only one of the humans that inhabit the earth, and that makes us a mother load of treasure. We each have value but it’s difficult to remember sometimes when we find ourselves in the muck. Sometimes I remember words and actions of myself and others. Lies trying to convince my mind and heart to believe that I’m worthless (having less or no worth/value). When that happens I beat my self up about it instead of just changing my thought patterns. For some reason I’ve made a habit of being mean to me. Have you?

No wonder the world is the way it is! Nations filled with people who don’t understand that they are valuable and so don’t realise that everyone else has such great worth too. For some reason we don’t understand - No value = no worth and not worthy of anything good – well… it’s a big fat lie!

It’s Valentines Day today. I hope we learn to see value in us – I see so much treasure in you…

There’s a blue bird - not a “Blue bird” but a bird whose feathers are blue. I assume he’s a he cause he’s very brightly coloured, really vibrant blue with bright, bright yellow on the very tips of each wing and a triangle in the centre of his breast. I call him ‘Red’, cause here in Australia, if you have red hair we’ll call you ‘Bluey’ and so I thought if he’s blue we should call him ‘Red’. Yeah well, it made sense to me *giggles* anyway…

 

Every time we go out to feed the family “Maggies” Red hops about, jumping in taking his bit or their daily meals. He has a strange voice or sound, but he seems to be very intelligent and I have grown accustom to his song (if you could call it a song – well I have now so … it’s a song ok?).

 

Even when the kookaburra visits us (arrives to dine *grins*) Red hops about willing for them all to share HIS meal. He adopted us a while back now I guess, and he is so generous with HIS meals. The Maggie family just kinda look at him and carry on with their day. They know they were our first and don’t particularly care what importance Red puts upon himself. It’s so funny to watch him try to bring order to meal time. Bustling about, being the little ‘outsider’ of the clan yet behaving (not so convincingly) that he’s the main man on the block. Sometimes I wonder if he is some kind of elected governmental person in the world of feathers and wings. They treat him with such distain so I guess he could be.

The Maggie family are very precious to us and always have been I guess. They started out with a few young ones and are now down to one. I know how rough life can be for the wild birds in our very harsh environment but I like to think or imagine the absent young got married and had to move out of town. And – I wish them all the best. Dad and mum have done a marvellous job raising junior. He’s wonderfully polite and is shy but every sweet and always on time for breakfast and dinner. So yeah, definitely still a teen *giggles* as most parents of young men understand – hollow leg syndrome. (Where do they put it all?)

 

Red has never ever brought his family to a meal. It concerns me that he’s alone but you never know – being a government official – he may be just doing the rounds, creating order out of chaos. (Isn’t that what they think they’re doing?)  Ohh well, I’m sure he has a lot of job satisfaction – gosh I hope no one ever tells him the truth.

 

The world spins around and around and there’s so much we miss. Time goes by like a blink, and it’s gone. If I don’t go out today and smell a flower, or take a moment to look up and notice the vastness of the sky, or even take the time to smile and have a conversation with someone I don’t know, then perhaps the opportunity each moment presents, is lost and I’ll never have it back again. Wouldn’t that be a terrible waste…

 

 

Hmm