Très bon lèvres teintées de sucre. Plural. (“XX,)

I think this song says it best. Lips like sugar. Sugar kisses. xx

http://www.deezer.com/track/846543

That means, that when Justine was born this day xx years ago, there became another like mine. And when they are put to good use, they can either inspire, maim, destroy or live to tell the tale.  When obliterated by blind beliefs, they mean nothing but words will always understand that they will always put forth the concept to mind, and relay this very effectively.

Aiming to do good will always take courage, and understand what it means to rely on the fate of our gifts. These things were tethered meaningfully to do a variant amount of good – and bring fruition to whatever evil that needs to get balanced. So when you recognise your gifts, you will be able to fulfill what they had meant to bring forth. This is going to take a huge amount of sussing out what exactly these are – whether brought about by conscious profession, accidentally by a meaningful event in life, or a grave situation that nearly devastates but brings forth a lull in the growth of a person. All these, tragic and happy at the same time – were meant to complete what we need in order to become who we are.

We just need to help ourselves in its upbringing and care. When we nurture our talents, our understanding of what makes us be, we in turn nurture ourselves. And this will always create a great filling of a void that consumes us when we have nothing. Or realise that the perception of nothing – was just a mere blinding to the perpetuation of being, and then, in being something.

All these words, dripped very sweetly – enunciated slowly will be consumed very mindfully, and responsibly. So those sugar kisses are a mark to life. Life will always be perpetuated with meaning, and today, this ends with a very greek and geek meaning to live every moment well – and mark it with a greeting and a parting, with a proper closing.

Sugar kisses, xx.

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Poster Children for Easter: Love, Peace & the Revolutionary Food Trip.

2010

Love, Peace & Ice Cream?

Think the real exacting memory of receiving this via email – while i was on a “time-out, think about” visit to folks in Canada in 2010 was marked by: What am i doing all the way here?

And this exact thought appears at Easter, 4 years later.

Think the real amount of work in between happens not in figuring out what had happened, tracing and placing blame where it’s due. But possibly in the positive: placing credit where it’s due. The real credit goes to the War veterans, of yesterday, today and tomorrow.

As this is written on A Black Saturday, the sturdy aim is to be able to renew, replenish, and understand what had gone on in one’s (half-year, but since last Easter), review the climb to that goal that you placed before you, when you last saw yourself. I have precisely 5 hours to Easter and this is all i came up with – in the fray, and in the assault of poverty – of time, of companionship, of real intimacy and sincerity of people. Whatever has happened in the past that has become a huge thorn on the side, has now (just like Jesus’ wound on the cross) borne the requisite water that we thirst of.

When things get really complicated, and we don’t have people to venture out with – in any real area of life, there is always something to look back to, and find that it replenishes us: whether it’s a relationship that’s always a Life Line (grandmothers, friends, baristas, dj’s) whose life and friendship mattered and made its requisite impact, there will always be something to look back upon in times of what Christ experienced in the desert.

My real wish this Easter is for no one to experience “this”, in its entirety, but also that it may turn into real Water for whoever does. And that you are bestowed upon the grace and life that allows you to process, understand & remember that Christ never wishes you to bear that Cross alone.

May the Love and suffering of Christ bring you light, and love, and peace.
Happy Easter Everyone! 🙂