“The best-laid plans…”

Despite the fact that I had no plan to post today, something delightful occurred yesterday and I wish to share it.

While sitting with my coffee and a worn copy of Ayn Rand’s THE VOICE OF REASON, music began to permeate my thoughts. There is often a delight or two to be noticed at the Place de Ville in Narbonne. I was sitting a few yards away from the Via Domita when I heard the charming sounds of old France. 

The time had come to close my book and allow the coffee to grow cold as my attention was riveted to the strains of her squeezebox, her voice and the French tunes from the 1890s and into the turn of the last century.

I approached her and searched for somewhere to deposit a few coins. The laughter in her eyes followed by “I have all I need.” and I knew that she meant it. She laid down her squeeze-box and opened a portfolio that contained many fliers. Her mission was to call attention to a Nuclear Disarmament Rally to be held at the Narbonne Mediathequé. Activities commence at 10:45 on the 29 February and everyone participating is asked to bring an umbrella or parasol. At noon the umbrellas/parasols will be opened in unison and based on personal experience I know a march around the town will factor into the event.  The demonstration will culminate in the Place de Ville in front of  L’hotel de Ville which contains the office of the mayor. Both locations on a Saturday promise that many will be able to see and join in. Having reached into her portfolio, she gave me fliers for my village and some decals to share. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The world is over-armed and peace is underfunded.”  – Ban Ki-Moon

“It’s useless to disarm the hands, if the heart remains armed.” – Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom

“Ultimately the success of any nonproliferation strategy requires a universal standard. Washington’s “Do as I say, not as I do” approach lacks moral authority and is seen as hypocritical. It is like preaching temperance from a barstool.”                – David Cortright

“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” – Anne Frank

In some countries, elections are in the near future. Do your candidates and politicians know where you stand?

 

Paix et Bisous,

Léa

 

 

 

THE MOON, 3 POEMS — Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

1 The Depth under the Moon Moonlight melts languidly on liquid lakes like suds on dishes like snow on windows like thicker skin over age-old scars. Moonlight floats momentarily on rippling reflections like the tingle after kisses like the scent after sex like the pain after parting. Moonlight flirts on the water to divine […]

via THE MOON, 3 POEMS — Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

Scattering

Originally posted 19 May, 2012

“In one of those stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend…I shall not leave you.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.”
– W. Clement Stone

“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Scattering

Every new

Moon

I curl up

In my

Curvaceous

Crescent

Encircled

By each

Starry night

Celestial dreams

Await me

There is no man

Here

I control

The ebb

And flow

Of the

Seas

I watch

Over your

Attempts

To comprehend

Me

To encapsulate

Into ode

Or song

It is difficult

When you

Haven’t

The language

Of the

Universe

Bemused

My laughter

Scatters

Stardust

–

Bisous,

Léa

Trump has declared war on Mother Nature. Who will step up? Thanks Vonita!

It was all of eleven years ago when I sat in a Johannesburg office wanting to see the last screening of Al Gore’s Inconvenient Truth. I had project commitments that needed to be completed, and so I decided not to go. This week, I noticed the sequel is being screened at my local cinema. I […]

via Be Inconvenient — Poems and Petals

Words We Carry: Essays of Obsession and Self-Esteem – FREE!!!

Originally posted on Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo: Get this book FREE Now Here! Blurb: “I have been a great critic of myself for most of my life, and I was darned good at it, deflating my own ego without the help of anyone else.” What do our shopping habits, high-heeled shoes, and big hair…

via Free book promotion, Words We Carry by D.G. Kaye — Stevie Turner, Indie Author.

Thank you Barb! I won’t tell a soul… just a few blogging friends.

Fair open discussion or gender stereotyping? He has a PhD from Harvard in Systems Biology, and quotes generalities from Wikipedia. He says he understands that overall differences between men and women may not apply to differences between individual men and women, and yet he urges Google to make sweeping policy changes based on those group […]

via WTF? #Googlemanifesto — Barb Taub

Silence

“Silence is a true friend who never betrays.”   – Confucius

“True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.”  – William Penn

“Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.”  – Marcel Marceau

                                                                                  –

Silence 

 

That is not what

She is saying –

Music – a passion

But silence – silken, warm

Comforter, blanket, cape

To withdraw –

The cocoon where

Creativity germinates freely

Where her mind

slows its frantic pace

From chaos to

Inspiration

 Repressed mantra

– 

Silence – her fortress

It has her back

Shelter from the storm

 She hears the predator coming

The clacking of her heels

Rattling of keys

Always different from other disasters

Silence, sounds its warning

Flight, the favored response

Hushed cantata

–

Soldiers

Recount lying in wait

As the enemy approaches

Rubber sole alarm

The heart skips beats

Hands quiver, mouth dry

Words, forsake her

Her litany to be alone

 Quelled psalms of youth

–

Soil, secure, reticent, fertile

Where seeds finds solace, 

Nourishment, sanctuary,

Strength, time – her friends

Adapting, evolving, processing

She bursts forth

 Her ode to joy

 

–

Bisous,

                                              – Léa                  

                          

 

Lumières d’étoiles, maison du futur?

“Without followers, evil cannot spread.” – SPOCK, Star Trek ‘And The Children Shall Lead’

“Beam me up Scotty. There’s no intelligent life here.” – SPOCK

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Lumières d‘étoiles, maison du futur?

In another world

kepler-452b?

Or perhaps

one of the other

habitable planets

–

one-hundred-billion galaxies

each with as many as

three-hundred-billion stars

lumière d’étoile, étoile brillante

this planet, this star

home to future generations?

–

we are not alone –

never have been

the rush to find

a ‘new earth’ – frantic

as nature rebells

man’s use up and dispose

mentality

–

the race heats up

those who have –

demand to stake their claim,

colonize, control, manipulate,

it will go to the highest bidder

even a larger planet

can take only so much abuse

–

Bisous,

Léa

… from Mother Earth

While this was recently posted, I have chosen to re-post it due to a number of people telling me that they did not receive the post. Additionally, it appears that it did not show up in Reader.  For those who have already read it, I do apologise.

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“Sooner or later, we will have to recognize that the Earth has rights, too, to live without pollution. What mankind must know is that human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans.”   – Evo Morales

 

“We won’t have a society if we destroy the environment.”   – Margaret Mead

 

“It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.” –   Ansel Adams

 

…from Mother Earth

Tread gently as you walk

Upon the dark warm soil

It is my flesh – and alive

I have bared all – made myself

Most vulnerable

To you – my children

The seeds of a trillion

Tomorrow – lies deep

Within my womb

Rain and sunlight

Nourish me – I give you

New growth

Nighttime brings me rest

Under the watchful eye

Of moon and stars

Do not fear

Darkness is the gift

Of replenishment

Time of quiet – communion

With the nucleus

Of all being

Healing of the carnage of my body

From those whose quest

Is unrepentant excavation of

Natal opulence

Foreign invasion of my body

By heretics and assassins

Pierced, impaled, stripped and raped

For conquest – in the name of

Progress, state and god/s

Corporate global domination

They shall not be my sovereigns

They are only instruments of my demise

Behold

My redemption is in your hands

As I birthed and nurtured you

Each and everyone

Throughout the ages

I pray that you will now peel back the shroud

For my salvation

Will you

Be the balm of my healing?

Unbind my rivers?

Purge the waste from my body?

Redeem my skies?

For it is the air

We all must inhale

Sanctify this ravaged fount

Cherish all that I

Have given you

For in the song of crickets and birds

I sing to you

In the rush of my waters

You are rocked in my arms

Meditate upon my forests

And all species

I have entrusted to your care

For as they die

So shall you all

Then I shall heal

And go on…

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Bisous,

Léa

… from Mother Earth

“Sooner or later, we will have to recognize that the Earth has rights, too, to live without pollution. What mankind must know is that human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans.”   – Evo Morales

 

“We won’t have a society if we destroy the environment.”   – Margaret Mead

 

“It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.” –   Ansel Adams

 

…from Mother Earth

Tread gently as you walk

Upon the dark warm soil

It is my flesh – and alive

I have bared all – made myself

Most vulnerable

To you – my children

The seeds of a trillion

Tomorrow – lies deep

Within my womb

Rain and sunlight

Nourish me – I give you

New growth

Nighttime brings me rest

Under the watchful eye

Of moon and stars

Do not fear

Darkness is the gift

Of replenishment

Time of quiet – communion

With the nucleus

Of all being

Healing of the carnage of my body

From those whose quest

Is unrepentant excavation of

Natal opulence

Foreign invasion of my body

By heretics and assassins

Pierced, impaled, stripped and raped

For conquest – in the name of

Progress, state and god/s

Corporate global domination

They shall not be my sovereigns

They are only instruments of my demise

Behold

My redemption is in your hands

As I birthed and nurtured you

Each and everyone

Throughout the ages

I pray that you will now peel back the shroud

For my salvation

Will you

Be the balm of my healing?

Unbind my rivers?

Purge the waste from my body?

Redeem my skies?

For it is the air

We all must inhale

Sanctify this ravaged fount

Cherish all that I

Have given you

For in the song of crickets and birds

I sing to you

In the rush of my waters

You are rocked in my arms

Meditate upon my forests

And all species

I have entrusted to your care

For as they die

So shall you all

Then I shall heal

And go on…

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Bisous,

Léa