pensamento do dia? da era?

random is the new order

Liberdade é quando duas pessoas, com histórias diferentes, com ritmos diferentes e com sonhos diferentes, se conseguem encontrar numa mesma reciprocidade e, uma ao pé da outra, se sentem livres.

Não há liberdade sem autenticidade e sem reciprocidade.

“Do que você precisa, acima de tudo, é de se não lembrar do que eu lhe disse; nunca pense por mim, pense sempre por você; fique certo de que mais valem todos os erros se forem cometidos segundo o que pensou e decidiu do que todos os acertos, se eles foram meus, não são seus. Se o criador o tivesse querido juntar muito a mim não teríamos talvez dois corpos distintos ou duas cabeças também distintas. Os meus conselhos devem servir para que você se lhes oponha. É possível que depois da oposição, venha a pensar o mesmo que eu; mas, nessa altura. Já o pensamento lhe pertence. São meus discípulos, se alguns tenho, os que estão contra mim; porque esses guardaram no fundo da alma a força que verdadeiramente me anima e que mais desejaria transmitir-lhes: a de se não conformarem”

- Agostinho da Silva, "Cartas a um jovem filósofo"

Cuidar é manter a vida garantindo a satisfação de um conjunto de necessidades indispensáveis à vida, mas que são diversificadas na sua manifestação.

death is uninvited

listen to it while reading the beautifully written piece by Russel Brand on Robin Williams' death:

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/aug/12/russell-brand-robin-williams-divine-madness-broken-world?CMP=fb_gu

"Russell Brand: Robin Williams’ divine madness will no longer disrupt the sadness of the world

The manic energy of Williams could turn to destruction as easily as creativity. Is it melancholy to think that a world that he can’t live in must be broken? 

Robin Williams could have tapped anyone in the western world on the shoulder and told them he felt down and they would have told him not to worry, that he was great, that they loved him. He must have known that. He must have known his wife and kids loved him, that his mates all thought he was great, that millions of strangers the world over held him in their hearts, a hilarious stranger that we could rely on to anarchically interrupt, the all-encompassing sadness of the world. Today Robin Williams is part of the sad narrative that we used to turn to him to disrupt.

What platitudes then can we fling along with the listless, insufficient wreaths at the stillness that was once so animated and wired, the silence where the laughter was? That fame and accolades are no defence against mental illness and addiction? That we live in a world that has become so negligent of human values that our brightest lights are extinguishing themselves? That we must be more vigilant, more aware, more grateful, more mindful? That we can’t tarnish this tiny slice of awareness that we share on this sphere amidst the infinite blackness with conflict and hate?

That we must reach inward and outward to the light that is inside all of us? That all around us people are suffering behind masks less interesting than the one Robin Williams wore? Do you have time to tune in to Fox News, to cement your angry views to calcify the certain misery?

What I might do is watch Mrs Doubtfire. Or Dead Poets Society or Good Will Hunting and I might be nice to people, mindful today how fragile we all are, how delicate we are, even when fizzing with divine madness that seems like it will never expire."

achados da vida

tudo parece amplificado quando estás só.
as conquistas, as lutas, o desespero, a tristeza.

exceto a felicidade.
essa é amplificada quando partilhada.

o nosso mundo

coisinha mais linda

loss and suicide

Some Facts of Life After a Death

People want you to be “fine”– not unhappy. It is a couple’s society. You may feel that you are going crazy. Tears come unbidden. Physicians want to give you medication. Finances change, frequently for the worse. Some friends and acquaintances drift away. Skills that have not been used have atrophied and need to be relearned. There is anger, and guilt about the anger. You may question your faith. People do not know what to say to you. Widowers may remarry soon. Widows probably won’t. People will try to comfort you by saying, “It is for the best.” You feel vulnerable to exploitation. You feel incomplete. Something is missing. There are “Why’s” and “If Only’s.” People may avoid talking about the deceased, thinking that they do not want to upset you. Chronic health problems may flare up. People will want to give you advice or tell you what to do. Relationships change.

in http://www.suicidefindinghope.com/content/reality_after_death, Bereavement and Support by Marylou Hughes, LCSW, DPA, Taylor & Francis, 1995. Used with permission. Thank you also to Linda Flatt, author, The Basics: Facilitating a Suicide Survivors Support Group.

um mundo ao contrário?

http://www.tvi24.iol.pt/internacional/eleonore-pourriat-majorite-opprimee-youtube-igualdade-de-genero-filme-feminista/1536879-4073.html

sexualidade na Índia

as mulheres indianas têm uma vida sufocante, e os direitos sexuais constante e violentamente violados...
mais um exemplo:

in http://www.publico.pt/mundo/noticia/conselho-de-aldeia-indiana-ordena-violacao-colectiva-de-uma-mulher-1620778

"Uma jovem mulher de 20 anos foi vítima de violação colectiva sob as ordens do conselho de anciões de uma aldeia na Índia como forma de punição por se ter envolvido com um homem de outra comunidade, reportam esta quinta-feira as autoridades locais.

(...)

“A relação entre o casal já durava há cinco anos. O casal foi denunciado pelo conselho da aldeia quando o homem visitou a jovem na segunda-feira para lhe propor casamento. Os dois foram detidos para serem julgados”, informou o chefe da polícia de Birbhum, C. Sudhakar, à BBC."

"You can't sink a rainbow, you can't seize a sunrise"

Words by Alex, one of the Artic 30:

"I trembled as I walked through the grounds of Murmansk prison on 26 September.

Inmates watched me and the arrival of the other 29 notorious new prisoners through their cell windows. It was pitch black outside, but the prison was alive. Alive with the sound of barking dogs, prison alarms and prisoners shouting through their barred windows. 

A guard handed me a plastic mug, a tin steel bowl, a spoon, a folded up mattress and a sheet. That’s all I had, that and a toothbrush and a book in my pocket, when the guards closed the steel green door on me. The sound of the slamming door echoed throughout the corridor. I was alone and afraid. 

As days in prison passed I became stronger. As weeks passed I became hopeful. In prison they take away your freedom, your dignity and your family but they can’t take away hope. That’s the one thing they couldn’t touch and I wouldn’t let them. 

I saw my lawyer twice a week. During those visits he would pass on news, news that helped me understand how big our case was. He may have been pretty bleak about the Russian legal system but he was always positive about the international attention and support we were receiving. After our visits I would have a skip to my step and I looked forward to passing these bits of gold dust onto my friends. It felt good to pass on hope. It also felt good that we were not alone. 

I couldn’t sleep the night before my bail hearing. I was too excited. I had spent the previous night feeling incredibly sad after hearing Colin had been sentenced to an extra three months in prison. Now I was in awe and dumbstruck as I watched the recent turn of events, my friends, one by one, receiving bail on the news. 

I went to court feeling pretty hopeful that morning and I waited impatiently as the verdict was finally translated: I had received bail. I laughed in delight and the court room full of reporters and Greenpeace volunteers erupted in applause. Moments later I was jumping up and down hugging my friends Faiza and Anne inside a dark, smokey holding cell. 

Since leaving Russia I have been reunited with my family. Seeing them for the first time since prison at St Pancras was very emotional. We hugged, laughed, cried and hugged some more. I have enjoyed the simple but incredibly precious pleasures in life such as taking a walk in the countryside, having a drink with friends and seeing the stars twinkle at night. Now life feels quite strange. It’s definitely quieter as we’re not the focus of so much media attention and the stress of facing seven years in prison has been alleviated. 

Thirty of us were locked up following a peaceful protest against the world’s first oil platform to drill in the icy waters of the Arctic. Those 64 days in a prison cell were undoubtedly the hardest days of my life but I have never felt as proud as I did then. 

I took action on the Arctic Sunrise because I don’t want a melting Arctic, oil spills in ice and an unlivable planet to be my legacy for my children. I felt the luckiest person on Earth when I stepped on board the Arctic Sunrise back in September because I had been given an opportunity to do something that mattered. 

Now, I feel even luckier. Your support means my 29 friends and I are free, your support also means my time in prison wasn’t spent in vain."

eu não tenho facebook

certamente quem tem já conhece esta versão musical e está cansado de a ouvir.

ela foi-me dada a conhecer recentemente, e aquilo que adorei, para além da versatilidade de um instrumento musical mais clássico modificar por completo uma música mais dance, foi do romantismo da voz da garota quando, cheia de ar (tipo Bjork), começa:

"we've come too far to give up who we are"

já por si mensagem belíssima.

indie lolly pop =)

reiki o positivismo cristianismo amor incondicional ao próximo como a ti mesmo

o título já quase diz tudo.

como se diz isto?
fui à formação em reiki, logo, sujeito ativo, iniciei-me?
mas na verdade o ritual foi executado por outra pessoa (embora, obviamente, comigo), logo, sujeito passivo, fui iniciada?

tomei partido na minha iniciação em reiki.
ando a cumprir os meus 21 dias de auto-reiki para libertação e purificação dos meus chacras.
aos 24 anos despertei para a existência deles, e talvez eles também mais um pouco para a minha como consciente deles.

tenho tentado ir - e cumprido, so far - duas vezes por semana ao ginásio (a bem da saúde física, da estabilidade emocional e psicológica, da beleza e da carteira).

entre o ginásio e o auto-reiki, não sei qual a origem, mas tenho-me sentido mais calma (exceto ontem, que procrastinei).

aqui ficam (mais) algumas palavras:

The secret art of inviting happiness,
The miraculous medicine for all diseases.

At least for today:

Do not be angry,

Do not worry,

Be grateful,

Work with diligence,

Be kind to people.

Every morning and evening, join your hands in meditation and pray with your heart.
State in your mind and chant with your mouth.

For improvement of mind and body.
Usui Reiki Ryōhō.

The founder,
Mikao Usui.

2013

em 2013 Mandela faleceu. na altura não veio aqui qualquer palavra, mas estive atenta.

quando Mandela faleceu, já velhinho, já o meu avô - o único que conheci fisicamente e de interações vividas, não através de relatos de terceiras pessoas - morrera.

também velhinho. e leve, e frágil como uma folha, mas forte como a seiva que alimenta a árvore.

quando o corpo do meu avô foi enterrado, o sol punha-se e estava fresco.

a memória do meu avô eu não enterro.

Abílio.
primeiro nome extravagante que conheci, do primeiro - e único - avô que conheci.

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