15
Dec
11

Mother, she’s my mother

Here are a few lovely, uplifting quotes about the magic of motherhood:

‘Children and mothers never truly part -
Bound in the beating of each other’s heart.’

‘I’d rather be a mother than anyone on earth
Bringing up a child or two of unpretentious birth…
I’d rather tuck a little child all safe and sound in bed
than twine a chain of diamonds about my [carefree] head.
I’d rather wash a smudgy face with round, bright, baby eyes
Than paint the pageantry of fame or walk among the wise.’

‘A mother’s love liberates.’

‘Everybody wants to save the earth; nobody wants to help Mom with the dishes.’

14
Dec
11

A is for Afghanistan

I’m not sure why this touches my soul so much, but it does:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuvx5yfJcn8

05
Dec
11

A rainbow of hope

After a strange day yesterday, full of mixed feelings, I miraculously woke up this morning with my sense of hope restored.
 Maybe an angel came to me in my sleep and whispered sweet words in my ear. I don’t know. But I certainly awoke feeling strong and optimistic about humanity again. If we humans lose faith, perhaps Einstein was right, we pretty much lose our drive to keep going.
I guess it’s a bit like a rainbow shining brightly over a dark, cloudy sky…
Here’s a lovely poem about believing:
 A Rainbow of Hope
by Raymond A. Foss
 An urgent call
a race down the dark stairs
a flicker of color as I ran outside
an arc, His bow, His promise
shown down on us
standing in awe and wonder
the rich color muted in the city
It curves over the alley
above the tenements, the wires
the clutter, the stresses of life
a timely reminder
in good times and bad
of your faithfulness,
your covenant with your people
a beautiful arc, a shimmering bow
a pleasure to behold
a piece of hope placed
for a moment, a few seconds
unnoticed by so many,
lost in the push and pull
of daily living
shared with those lucky few
who stopped for a moment or two
and looked up.
04
Dec
11

Humans, are we?

A recent story in the news has got me thinking quite intensely about humanity. Good and evil, or wether a mixture of the two exist?

If Albert Einstein said ‘we cannot despair of humanity, since we ourselves are human beings,’ where does that leave us when someone commits a crime so heinous that there is no room for forgiveness or understanding?

I’m not always sure where I stand on the subject either. Though right now, after hearing about this horrific act in the news, I’m more than inclined to believe that pure evil does indeed exist.

Maybe I need to remember the words of Gandhi and let that somehow restore my faith in human beings:

 ’You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.’

 
23
Sep
11

Yes or No, Maybe

Sometimes I’ll be walking down a street on my way somewhere.

Everything appears as normal: people passing me by and cars speeding past. Me with my thoughts, more often than not, pretty mundane. What shall I make for dinner? Shall I have a bath or shower? What’s on telly tonight? And so on…

Then, out of nowhere, bam. My legs turn to jelly and my head feels heavy and fuzzy.

Nothing about me or my surroundings feel real. I start to panic. Are these cars real? Is my body really pumping blood through it? Am I me? Do I exist?

It’s scary when it happens. But the feeling always passes within seconds.

Before I know it, I’m back to my old self, posing the same banal questions about food and washing.

But I haven’t forgotten – and I spend the next few minutes or so watching my feet to make sure they touch the pavement.

This occurance happened to me again recently and finally prompted me to find out if others experienced this.

I spent a few hours on the internet that evening (once Baby C was fast asleep), energetically typing and re-typing code words into the toolbox. Weird feeling in street, feet feel like jelly, and so on.

After a few hours, I had my answer. A metaphysical one.

Metaphysics is a branch of philosophy concerned with explaining the fundamental nature of being and the world, although the term is not easily defined.Traditionally, metaphysics attempts to answer two basic questions in the broadest possible terms:

  1. ‘What is there?’
  2. ‘What is it like?’

The word ‘metaphysics’ derives from the Greek words μετά / beyond or after and φυσικά  / physics.

Although it has been around for centuries, it’s only now with recent advances in science that we are beginning to find answers to questions philosophers, scientists and just ordinary people like me have been asking themselves for years.

The central question is: could this all just be a hologram. The apples we buy from the shop, the cigarettes we smoke, the wine we drink, the cars we drive, the houses we live in, and even the feelings we experience.

There are so many questions that come to my mind:

1.  Do we feel pain when we knock our elbow or scratch our leg? Or are our brains trained to send out pain signals? Is it all mental, not physical? But then, how does bruising occur for example?

Science over the years has proven that the core matter of the physcial world is energy.

Some scientists argue that, these small particles that the ‘real world’ is made of, act like waves as opposed to particles, and waves do not have substance.

Waves cannot be matter.

If at the core of what we believe to be physically real turns out to be nothing but energy, then we cannot be in something physically real?

02
Sep
11

Hello from Polly headquarters

I made up a quote today: that if life is basically just what it is, nothing more nothing less, spend it with no guilt and no regrets. Look out for those that matter, and forget the rest. Enjoy moments you’ll never forget that will put a smile on your face when you’re old and wrinkly. Children bring you joy, then their children bring more joy. Don’t waste time worrying what people think of you, or care if they disapprove. You own your life. And you owe it to yourself to live it.

In my usual way, here is a song to go with the quote:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11Gs-rfPPis&feature=related

28
Aug
11

Small pebble

Some people pinch themselves to check they exist. They want to know their bodies are made of something real, tangible, a substance that does not slip through the fingers.

This is a beautiful song from my all time favourite film (from my all time favourite book) that (could) evoke feelings that bring you to life:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2PRhrebtbM

28
Jul
11

The Sea Inside

With not much time to write lengthy posts, all I can say is: watch this film if you can get hold of it. It’s sad but above all it’s truly beautiful:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVRnG1MddAM

A lovely scene from the film, which encapsulates it (if you don’t get the chance to see it):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqgjglsG7dc

 

04
Jul
11

Introvert or Extrovert?

An interesting coversation I had with a close family member a few weeks ago got me thinking: Are we either an extrovert or an introvert? One thing or the other?

Or, is life a little less black and white than that? (As you can see from some of my earlier posts I find the concept of black and white a bit tricky to grasp)

‘You’re definately an extrovert,’ the said member of my family proclaimed. My instant reaction was to agree but, somehow, as I began digesting it, that word EXTROVERT just did not seem to sit well in my gut.

‘Isn’t an extrovert someone who always loves being around people?’ I thought to myself. I  love nothing more than sitting in a cafe, alone (Mr C and baby C are my only exceptions) observing people and the ridiculousnous of them. And I hate it if anyone, low and behold, interrupts my alone time to start chit-chat with me. I feel intruded upon and invaded.

Ummm…so I went to sleep that night in two minds: was I or wasn’t I?

When I woke up the next morning (snuggled up to baby C who poor little thing was all covered in my leaking breast milk - milk production is at its highest during the night), a little voice in my head kept twittering in my ear. ‘Don’t you remember as a child when you used to sit by the window in an empty classroom during your break? I hardly think you’re an extrovert, silly.’

‘Or  when you used to hide upstairs when friends ‘popped’ by?’

‘Ok, I get it!’ I huffed at my little voice. ‘I’m actually a bit of an anti-social weirdo! I get it, enough now!’

Things have changed since those days, I’m no longer hiding away when people ring on my doorbell and I definately enjoy like minded peoples company. But maybe I will always have some of those crazy reclusive Howard Hughes-esque tendencies about me (though you won’t be finding me spending four months lying naked on a sofa consuming just milk and chocolate whilst watching DVDs)

You know what, I’m proud of liking my own company. Not because I’m so incredibly fascinating. Just because sometimes I like to keep my mind clear so I can actually think a little.

(ps. I’ve been typing this with one hand as baby C is lying asleep in my arms so pls excuse any typos or lack of flowery language).

20
Mar
11

Russian milk

As any new mother knows, sleep becomes a very distant memory. One of the many songs I’ve been playing in the early hours of the morning to get me through hours of breastfeeding is a lovely Russian one called Katyusha:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SLvtP6KMUM&feature=related

Sleep deprivation does funny things to your musical taste!




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