She's my Cherry Pie

She's my Cherry Pie by star73BC featuring butterfly jewelry

Strawberry Caramel

Strawberry Caramel by star73BC featuring a leather jacket

La Lune

La Lune by star73BC featuring military boots

Samsara Nights

Samsara Nights by star73BC featuring a cropped jacket

My October Blues

October Blues by littlestar7308 featuring a bradley vera bag

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star...

E.E. Cummings

Love, Chicken & Stars

Here. Want some? 

Just... Don't.

"Heart" by Snul @ Deviant Art
http://snul.deviantart.com

Don't smile at me

I might think you like me
Don´t tell me about the things you´re hiding in your pocket
You know how curious I am
Don´t show me the candy you won´t give me
My mouth keeps watering for it
Don´t speak to me in that way
I may confuse your intentions
Don´t try to make me feel better when I'm sad
I might get used to it
Don´t hold me when I´m sleeping
I'm beginning to like it
Don´t show me that face anymore
Haven´t I told you how much I love it?
Just...don't touch my heart in that way
If you really don´t want it.

The Four Agreements ( Don Miguel Ruiz )

The Four Agreements are very simple, but very profound. To embrace and live each of the Four Agreements is to find yourself experiencing personal freedom--possibly as never before. The Four Agreements are:

• Be Impeccable With Your Words
• Don't Take Anything Personally
• Don't Make Assumptions
• Always Do Your Best

From the cover of the book:

Be Impeccable With Your Words: Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.

Don't Take Anything Personally: Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering.

Don't Make Assumptions: Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness, and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.

Always Do Your Best: Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret.

Don Miguel Ruiz

An interview with Don Miguel Ruiz can be found here at NEXUS, Colorado Holistic, Health and Spirituality Journal

I can't control my destiny....

"I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There's only now, there's only here. Give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today."

 RENT, Johnathan Larson

Love & Violence. (R. D. Laing)

Love and violence, properly speaking, are polar opposites. Love lets the other be, but with affection and concern. Violence attempts to constrain the other's freedom, to force him to act in the way we desire, but with ultimate lack of concern, with indifference to the other's own existence or destiny.

We are effectively destroying ourselves by violence masquerading as love.

RD Laing ( From The Mystification of Experience in the Politics of Experience)

Locked inside a box

El amor de los locos ( Rafael Courtoisie)

Thrive by *IMustBeDead

El amor de los locos
Rafael Courtoisie

    Un loco es alguien que está desnudo de la mente. Se ha despojado de sus

ropas invisibles, de esas que hacen que la realidad se vele y se desvíe. Los locos

tienen esa impudicia que deviene fragilidad y, en ocasiones, belleza. Andan solos,

como cualquier desnudo, y con frecuencia también hablan solos (“Quien habla

solo espera hablar con Dios un día”).

     Más difícil que abrigar un cuerpo desnudo es abrigar un pensamiento.

Los locos tienen pensamientos que tiritan, pensamientos óseos, duros como la

piedra en torno a la que dan vueltas, como si se mantuvieran atados a ella por

una cadena de hierro de ideas.

     El cerebro de un pájaro no pesa más que algunos gramos, y la parte que

modula el canto es de un tamaño mucho menor que una cabeza de alfiler, un

infinitésimo trocillo de tejido, de materia biológica que, con cierto aburrimiento,

los sabios escrutan al microscopio para descifrar de qué manera, en tan exiguo

retazo, está escrita la partitura.

     Pero desde mucho antes, y sin necesidad de microscopio ni de tinciones,

el loco sabe que el canto del pájaro es inmenso y pesado, plomo puro que taladra

huesos, que se mete en el sueño, que desfonda cualquier techo y no hay cemento

ni viga que pueda sostener su hartura, su tamaño posible. Por eso algunos locos

despiertan antes de que amanezca y se tapan los oídos con su propia voz, con

voces que sudan de adentro, de la cabeza.

     Los pensamientos del loco son carne viva, carne sin piel. En el desierto

del pensamiento del loco el pájaro es un sol implacable. El canto cae como una

luz y un calor que le picara al loco en la carne misma de la desnudez.

     Pero la desnudez del loco es íntima: de tanto exhibirla queda dentro. Es

condición interior, pasa desapercibida a las legiones de cuerdos cuya ánima está

cubierta por completo de tela basta, gruesa, trenzada por hilos de la costumbre.

     El único instrumento posible para el loco, para defender su desnudez, es

el amor. El amor de los locos es una vestimenta transparente. Esos ojos vidriosos,

ese hilo ambarino que orinan por las noches, ese fragor y ese sentimiento

copioso y múltiple que no alteran las benzodiazepinas, que no disminuye el

Valium, permanecen intactos en el loco por arte del amor.

     Es un martillo, y una cuchara, y un punzón. Es todo menos un vestido,

no cubre sino que atraviesa, no mitiga sino que exalta. El amor de los locos tiene

una textura, un porte y una sustancia.

La sustancia se parece al vidrio, pero es el vidrio de una botella rota.

[De Estado Sólido, 1996]

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The love of madmen.

Rafael Courtoisie. 

     A madman  is someone whose mind is naked. He has removed his invisible clothes, those that veil  and deviate reality. Those who are crazy possess that smut that transforms into fragility and,  in occasions,  into beauty.   They walk alone, like any naked  man,  and also  frequently they speak alone ("Whoever speaks  alone is waiting to speak with  God one day").

     It is more difficult to wrap up a thought than to wrap up a naked body. Those who are crazy have thoughts that shiver, bony thoughts,  hard as the rock to which they spin around, as if they were tied to them by a steel chain of ideas.

     The brain of a bird is no heavier than a few grams, and the part that modulates the singing is of a size much smaller than a pinhead, an infinitely small piece of tissue, of biological matter that, with  certain boredom,  the wise men analyse with a microscope to decipher in which way,  there  can be  a musical score written in  such an exiguous remnant.

     But for a long time before, and without the need of a microscope or stainings, the madman  knows that the singing of the bird is immense and heavy,  it's pure lead that drills bones, that gets inside of your dreams, that can knock the bottom out of any ceiling, and there is no cement or beam  that can hold its fullness, its possible size. That is why some  madmen wake up before the sunrise and they cover their ears with their own voice, with voices that sweat from inside, from the head.

     The thoughts of the madman are raw flesh, flesh without skin.  In the desert of the madman´s thoughts, the bird is an implacable sun. The song falls like a light and a warmth that bites  the madman in the flesh of the nudity itself.

     But the nudity of the madman is intimate: it remains inside after being overexposed.  It is an interior condition, it passes unnoticed to the legions of the sane men whose  souls are  completely covered by a  rough, thick  cloth, weaved by the threads of the habits. 

     The only possible instrument for the madman, to defend his nudity, is love. The love of madmen is a transparent dress. Those glassy eyes, the amber coloured  line that they urinate at nights, that heat, and that  copious  and multiple  feeling that is not altered by benzodiazepines, that is not diminished by Valium, they all remain intact in the madman by the art of love.    

      It is a hammer, a spoon and a bodkin. Its all but a dress, that doesn't cover but that goes through, that doesn't relieve but exalts.  The love of madmen has a texture, a presence, and a substance. 

     The substance is similar to glass, but it is the glass of a broken bottle.

[From Solid State, 1996]

Only God is enough. by Danny Navarro

God at DeviantArt by kienzan

If I am free and self-dependent, I must assume first, that the other is too. If I want to establish an affectionate relationship with someone I must do it based on that,  and  do it from that existential platform. This is, I can´t think that my partner has to be subject to what  I think, say and do. The relationship is possible between two free beings who can be happy alone, and that because they can be, they are able to have a relationship.  If this is not the case, we would be facing an unhealthy relationship that will make the members unhappy. The other is free and has the right to his/her spaces, to his/ her own explorations, his/her own dreams and to the satisfaction of his/ her needs. Experiences of the total domination of the other and everything that means, or experiences of exaggerated jealousy and the denial of the possibilities of the other are unhealthy and demonstrate that something is not working out well, neither with the one who is the perpetrator or the one who allows them.  When the reasons you are with someone are love and decision, there is a common project that both want to build,  in which there are commitments of exclusivity and dedication and there is an effort that is made - along with the sacrifices this would imply- to make the other one happy, giving him/ her the best  possible experiences.  I can be happy alone, its just that  I decide that I will  be happy with you. I can live on my own means, conquer my happiness and enjoy each moment of the history alone, but, being love the reason, I want to be with you and be happy by your side. I am not giving up anything I am because of you, but I am adding up me to you - in synergy- to live life in fullness. In the equilibrium I love myself to love you. I don't think  "I´d die without you" is healthy. Only God is enough. All the rest can exist or not exist.

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Si yo soy libre y autodependiente, debo primero, asumir que el otro también lo es. Si quiero establecer una relación afectiva con una persona, debo hacerlo desde esa base y desde esa plataforma existencial. Esto es, no puedo creer que “mi pareja” tiene que estar sometida a lo que pienso, digo y hago. La relación se da entre seres libres que pueden ser felices solos y, que por poderlo ser, están capacitados para una relación. De lo contrario, estaríamos ante una relación enfermiza, que hará infelices a quienes la entablan. EI otro es libre y tiene derecho a sus espacios, a sus propias búsquedas, a sus sueños y a la satisfacción de sus necesidades. Experiencias de absorción del otro y de todo lo que significa, o experiencias de celos exagerados y de negación de las posibilidades del otro, son insanas y demuestran que algo no está funcionando bien, ni en quien las ocasiona ni en quien las permite. Cuando se está junto a alguien por amor y decisión, existe un proyecto común que se quiere realizar, en el que se hacen unos compromisos de exclusividad y de entrega y se hace el esfuerzo -con los sacrificios que esto signifique- de hacer feliz al otro regalándole las mejores experiencias posibles. Puedo ser feliz solo; sólo que decido serlo contigo. Puedo vivir por mí mismo, conquistar mi felicidad y gozarme cada momento de la historia solo; pero, por amor, quiero estar contigo y ser feliz a tu lado. No estoy abdicando de lo que soy por ti, sino que me estoy sumando a ti -en sinergia- para vivir a plenitud la vida. En el equilibrio me amo para amarte. “Sin ti me muero” no creo que sea sano. Solo Dios basta. Todo lo demás puede estar o no estar.


Danny Navarro.  
@ LA PALABRA 10 minutos diarios con Dios.

Saturn in Libra 2009 - 2012 "Why It’s Hell Being a Libra"

The Libra by subaru01rins @ DeviantArt

Today I found two articles written by Donna Cunningham that I wanted to share here. One of the articles, the first one is published at Sky Writer and the other one is published at Sasstrology.com THE place for the Astrology of Love Sex and Relationships.

Why It’s Hell Being a Libra

©2010 by Donna Cunningham, MSW

"We students of astrology today don’t have a true picture of what the sign Libra is like because most Librans born after 1942 are different from Librans born over the centuries before that. In 1942, the planet Neptune entered Libra and led a parade of the outermost planets—Saturn, Chiron, Uranus and Pluto—through that sign in fairly rapid succession."

Read the full article HERE at Sky Writer

  

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 And the second article, "It´s Hell being a Libra Nowadays" a fable written at Sasstrology.com is the continuation of her post about this hard transit for some of us Libras and the transit of Saturn since October 2009 until 2012. Understanding WHY and WHAT is going on really makes a difference, at least for me. 

Read carefully the fabulous articles. 

"...Saturn’s reappearance last October made Libra very sad – maybe even clinically depressed. The relentless progression of years, even with the aid of cosmetic surgery, makes it so very hard to look good, and those scanty, frankly sexual modern styles just aren't appropriate on someone Libra’s age."...

Read the full article at Sasstrology.com : " It´s Hell Being a Libra Nowadays!"

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"Donna Cunningham, internationally respected astrologer with over 40 years of experience, is the author of 17 books and thousands of articles on metaphysical topics. You can see Donna's monthly advice column online at Dell Horoscope Magazine and a new excerpt from her books each month atThe MetaArts online metaphysical magazine.

Listed in several Who's Who volumes, she has given seminars on astrology around the world, and her books have been translated into numerous foreign languages. In 1998, she was awarded the prestigious Regulus Award at the United Astrology Congress for her contributions to Theory and Understanding. Donna also has a Master's Degree in Social Work from Columbia University. She uses this combined approach in her "Dear Abby" type column in Dell Horoscope and her ongoing series of articles in The Mountain Astrologer."

Thank you Donna. :) 

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Maya Angelou

http://www.poemhunter.com/

Saturn in Cancer *Time to limit dependency* (among other things)

(Clouds speed limit by =eXcer @ DeviantArt )

An excerpt from 

"Saturn transits Cancer, The Family of Man"

 by Nancy R .Fenn  I found at www.bemyastrologer.com

Quote:

...."The horror of Saturn in Cancer is that a child who knows nothing is expected to endure with nothing. A child can't build walls to protect itself. That's what the walls of the home are for, the shelter of the father materially and the mother emotionally. What can a child do without these walls? There is an awe-ful vulnerability to Saturn in Cancer. I have seen people with this placement repeat the same mistakes in trusting over and over again, each time opening their arms and hearts as wide as a four year old child to embrace the snake that will bite them. There is an old song, "You knew he was a snake when you took him in." What does Cancer know of snakes when their question will always be, "Why did this snake bite me when I loved it so much and took it home and cared for it so tenderly?"


The reason this is more painful than Saturn in Aries, Taurus or Gemini, other early and "naïve" signs in the wheel, is that Cancer bonds. That is its nature as the first water sign. If the snake bites me in Aries, I will be surprised and furious! I will cut off its head. If it bites me in Taurus, I will hit it over the head with a shovel and throw it away or I will pay someone else to do this for me. If it bites me in Gemini, I will be amazed and curious and talk about it and find out more about it and what other things are dangerous in this world. But if it bites me in Cancer, I will continue to love and care for it though it may bite me again because I bond with all living things and I will be very, very puzzled. Why did it bite me? Was it something I did wrong?


I know that the traditional reading of Saturn is that you are limited in the area concerned but I sometimes believe it is just the opposite. It may be that we have unlimited access to an energy that the world insists must be limited (Saturn). Perhaps our lifework in our charts is to stand against the influence of a cynical and denying world and to pour out this energy from within, from the limitless source we have inside ourselves. Many of the people whose charts I studied did just this. At some level, regardless of stern disapproval by a denying world, they refused to believe that we are not a human family.

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Read more about this here.

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I have Saturn in Cancer. Saturn in Cancer is in detriment. I have Venus in Scorpio. Venus in Scorpio is  also in detriment.    cool! uh? :S


The part about the snake is so pathetic it´s funny. "But if it bites me in Cancer, I will continue to love and care for it though it may bite me again because I bond with all living things and I will be very, very puzzled. Why did it bite me? Was it something I did wrong?  

*sigh*...

It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change. ( and Love)

Lexie: [narrating] Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.

Mark: It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change.

Alex: And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.

Izzie: That's how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive.

Derek: By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much.

Bailey: Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way.

Owen: So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty.

Meredith: The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can't control it.

Arizona: The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes.

Callie: And let it go when we can.

Meredith: The very worst part is that the minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again.

Cristina: And always, every time, it takes your breath away.

Meredith: There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.

Alex: Denial.

Derek: Anger.

Bailey: Bargaining.

Lexie: Depression.

Richard: Acceptance".

(Grey's Anatomy Insider  Season 6 episode 2. "Goodbye" )


Thanks Mary

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And LOVE...even if it is not unrequited, we grieve. Cause sometimes in our lives even the greatest LOVE ... is not enough.