shamash says...

Tears

Sometimes, we cry in sadness.

Sometimes, our tears are for gratitude for all that is beautiful, and for the sheer joy of being alive.

Image:

via Moon River

Courtesy of LEE Ka-sing Gallery
Nobuyoshi Araki From Erotos 1993

My Husband's Back

My sister could have written this poem.
So could my mother and my grandmother.
Lamamamajama, too.

As for me: not yet.

But maybe someday.

Original image by shamash

In Praise of Women over 40

"A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?"

She doesn't care what you think."

The Upside of Anger

A monk once said that unforgiveness is like eating rat poison and waiting for the rat to die.

How does one find a healthy balance between forgiveness and anger? Must we choose between the two, or can the two co-exist?

Powerful Beyond Measure

.....Image from Photography Blog.....

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure."

Bangkok, Liverpool, and Home Again

The highest open air bar in the Asia Pacific, The Moon Bar at the Banyan Tree Hotel is just the place to be at sunset, and the perfect place to watch the full moon rise over the humming, electric grid of Bangkok. It's almost as good as watching the Liverpool-West Ham soccer (... um... er.... football) match. I have the shirt to prove it.

(images by shamash)

Found Art: In Praise of Trash

The art of using what others throw away as a medium for art.

image Erin Currier "Angela Davis as the Green Tara" private collection

Hey Brits, you’re more American than you know

More than One Person

Life would be so much simpler if we were allowed to live multiple lives.

It’s the best solution I know to being torn in so many directions.

Image:_"Multiple_Mindy_Flattened" found here.

Notice What We've Already Seen

  "We meet people who have crossed deserts, floated on icecaps and cut their way through jungles- and yet in whose souls we would search in vain for evidence of what they have witnessed. Dressed in pink and blue pyjamas, satisfied within the confines of his own bedroom, Xavier de Maistre was gently nudging us to try, before taking off for distant hemispheres, to notice what we have already seen. "

-from The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton