Now

Many people ask why make sacrifices for 40 days. They ask, "Are you religious?" They turn their noses up and point fingers and say silly things like, "For Lent, I'm giving up Lent!" That's all fine; everyone is entitled to their own point of view. And just because one enjoys the challenge of being disciplined, or understands the value of sacrifice and will-power doesn't make one religious. Sure the real reason for Lent is the remembrance of the Prophet Jesus, whom Christians deem the Messiah who came to teach us about the Universal Love and about how we should live and to treat everyone with love and respect. During the Lenten season, before his death on a cross he meditated and fasted for 40 days and nights in the wilderness/desert to become closer to the Supreme Being/his father to ready himself for what he had to do for mankind. During the time of fasting and self-retrospect, our eyes are opened to truth. We realize our self worth and value; about gaining fulfillment by helping those in need and spreading love and giving to the less-fortunate. We realize that nothing is as it seems. I remember sitting in the cockpit one day, and one of the pilots and myself were chatting and gazing at the smooth clouds whizzing past beneath us, and I said, "It looks so soft and lovely…" And he says, "Yes, some of them are, but some will shake you up real bad!" And isn't that the truth. Nothing is as it seems, but with love, you shan't have any fear in your life!

I must admit re-activating my facebook account, and having so many friends welcome me back, licking my lips of 'real' syrup after making a delicious pancake breakfast, and jammin' to some lovely Caribbean music in my car after a long day's work, really made my heart smile in a great way. But after my third bite of chocolate, and discovering the one I fancied had time to update his facebook profile and not even message me as he said he would; that being rid of these things in the first place wasn't that bad. It was somewhat more freeing, because with my simpler, non-sugar, no facebook life, I was given enhanced intuition and creativity, I was able to tune in with those around me and I knew that to continue like this I would be able to move forward with my career, life and relationships! I became a Brand New Me! A me that was aware of the true love and joy which is all found in the Universe, and not in the things people cling to, to make themselves feel better temporarily.

That was the relevance of Lent, and that was the relevance of sacrifice and soul-searching. But here I was, back into the green valleys with lots of water to drink and some dimpled distractions (ha ha); back to the world that would make Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi weep, as what they fought so hard for was still being deteriorated and lost because of man's constant greed and ever-creeping divisions. And then I thought; could it not also be a challenge of living within this world, and staying grounded, yet also able to practice, and share my knowledge and truth with those that I meet. Spreading the message and encouraging and inspiring others. For to sit and focus on my breath alone everyday for the rest of my life, would be wonderful, however rather selfish; I can do both, for I become a greater student and teacher living amidst all people, the good, the bad and the lost, just as Jesus did (befriending prostitutes and tax-collectors); for we aren't to judge, only to love, for we are all reflections of each other, on different paths, to learn different lessons and ending at that place beyond life and death. J

After focusing on my breath today, the word, 'NOW' was given to me…and how funny and fitting that in the animated version of the Beatles video: All You Need is Love, that I was inspired to add to this blog. The word 'NOW' appears and I believe my message was; 'Now you know the Truth'. Thank-you Jah-Jah for teaching me…continue to lead me! J

Lat Den Ratte Komma In

I've always been fond of foreign films; being a foreigner myself and also because I find the storylines irresistable. I've always enjoyed French, Spanish, Italian and Chinese films, but lately I've been getting my fill on Swedish films. And goodness, are they exquisitely delightful!

Let the Right One In; was a tense and mesmerizing film, and not just because it happened to be a vampire tale, but because it had much more underlying profundity within its tale. It was about companionship, trust, love and about being there when the other needs you most. About living your life the best way you can despite daunting circumstances.

Kare Hederbrant and Lina Leandersson, the two main actors in this film did a phenomenal job at portraying the pain one would withstand, when they don't fit in, are bullied, or aren't given the attention they deserve by loved ones. Their chemisty, sincerity and overall performance was simply beautiful. This goes to show again that you don't need to be Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt or any other Hollywood actor to deliver extraordinary work.

This 2009 film was written by John Ajvide Lindqvist and directed by Tomas Alfredson, and together I am ecstatic to say that they developed a wonderfully exotic and ancient tale with a modern twist. It is by watching films like this that inspire me so much and remind me that I am alive with purpose for doing also the same. For despite critisms and phony people whom most times don't mean you well, there is still hope. For what is life, if there isn't any hope?

I was fond of the way this film was thrilling, at just the right points, and although blood spattered at times, it made sense throughout the movie. I also enjoy again the realness of it, opposed to beauitful, shiny and perfect, it had grittiness and true confidence in not winning an award for Best Wardrobe.

I loved how Eli played by Lina Leandersson, left Oskar, played by Kare Hedebrant, many lovely letters , something I admire greatly, as writing and expressing yourself through words in general is a slowly dying art. She said: To flee is life, to linger is death, Love Eli. The close-shot camera angles certainly captured the children's longing and love for each other , and the icy, wistful snowy mountains were a cinematic playground! The soundtrack was certainly a distinctive and ineffable melodic score by Johan Soderqvist.

I found the title of the film also indescribably faultless because in life you should be careful whom you let know and share all of you. There are many you can smile with, you can share with, you can give love to; but only 'the right one' will be the one worthy to have all of your heart and secrets. Only 'the right one' is worthy to feel the intoxicating and blinding light and warmth of your inner sanctum; that which is guarded by the gentle and innocent being who lives inside of you...

** Ahhh...rare cinematic delight -- Go Sweden! :))

After the Blizzard

After the blizzard...flowers will bloom.
The river still flows.
The trees stand still.
And after the blizzard...your resilience is evident.
For you move forward...this time with the wisest of smiles...
No, they can't keep you down darling... you are unique and nothing is impossible with your strength and faith. Keep moving forward, patience is bitter baby, but the glistening fruit, ever so sweet! :)

Bless up!

Jair

Sounds

I know what you're thinking. What an odd title for a blog! But never mind that; think about how interesting this read is going to be. I'm learning much about sounds lately. Not that I'm un-aware of the already fascinating and soothing sounds already surrounding me; like birds chirping the morning and afternoon periods, or the jolly Mexican food truck that honks his 'song-of-a-horn' in my neighbourhood, or the sound of footsteps, and whispers and the hum of refrigerators or hummingbird's wings. Yes; there is a hummingbird that lives near my balcony, such a lovely little thing. J The sounds I'm speaking about are more of the sounds that people make.

I've been noticing lately because of my Improv and acting classes, that there are cultural sounds people make. In other countries, outside America, and mine included, we tend to show appreciation, delight or give praise by applauding or gracefully using words to express ourselves. Here in America, I realize that they tend to make many sounds to express themselves in different ways; by screaming, shouting, yelling, or grunting. Just look at how the audience on MTV or a game show greets the invited guest; or perhaps how they celebrate victory at the Olympics; or still yet depict different emotions on any given day. There may be applause, but most times added onto that there are huge amounts of squealing involved also.

I am finding that in my classes, both my teachers are encouraging me to make more sounds with my scenes and I must admit it is a challenge for me to make sounds willingly for extra added effects. Even though, I believe there isn't one right way to express praise or emotion; some bowing gracefully, or giving applause I find this new technique acceptable enough and I understand that to stand out or make a lasting impression in Hollywood auditions, I must venture to make sounds, to add that extra liveliness to casting director and agents.

The journey continues, and I'm learning so much…It is alright to scream uncontrollably like a group of drunk fraternity boys! Just another tool to add to my acting/film tool-box for when I need them most. J

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Emerging

There comes a time in one's life when they've been drenched by so many storms, and have fallen and gotten dirty and dusty, and been mocked and ridiculed and tainted beyond repair so many times. It doesn't mean that these things end. But there comes a time, when the person going through so much adversity is raised up and spun in light, emerging from all that pain to not only withstand future calamity but also emerging into a beautiful butterfly, into a life renewed with promise, hope and understanding; the mind finally becoming an ally, the sight blossoming with truth.

We must remember to be honest with ourselves and stand up for what we believe in, for only in truth can we prosper. People go about as if they have no conscience, and pretend as though the world revolves around them and their problems, but we will only realize that it is through sharing and giving of our time, effort, feelings and energy, are we able to achieve true lessons and fulfillment, one that no gadget on this earthly plane could ever come close to satisfying.

So break free of your cocoon, that safe place/haven you stay wrapped in because of fear of the unknown. You must not be afraid of leaving the shore, for you will never be able to discover new lands. Spend too much time procrastinating on speaking your true feelings, and you just might miss the sail boat, with that elegant 'island' girl on board. J

The Ambitious Violet

I'm so grateful for my hospice patients; they bring such inspiration and light to my life. My Dadsy bought me a lovely book last Christmas, which I'm still enjoying and digesting slowly called: The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran (one of my favourite authors) who wrote the best-seller The Prophet. One of the stories found within was picked out by one of my hospice patients last week, which I hadn't gotten to as yet. After reading this story to her, we got into a lovely discussion about what it meant. Perhaps it can bring about discussion with you as well. Enjoy J

The Ambitious Violet

There was a beautiful and fragrant violet who lived placidly amongst her friends, and swayed happily amidst the other flowers in a solitary garden. One morning, as her crown was embellished with beads of dew, she lifted her head and looked about; she saw a tall and handsome rose standing proudly and reaching high into space, like a burning torch upon an emerald lamp.

The violet opened her blue lips and said, "What an unfortunate am I among these flowers, and how humble is the position I occupy in this presence! Nature has fashioned me to short and poor… I live very close to the earth and cannot raise my head toward the blue sky, or turn my face to the sun, as the roses do."

And the rose heard her neighbour's words; she laughed and commented, "How strange is your talk! You are fortunate, and yet you cannot understand your fortune. Nature has bestowed upon you fragrance and beauty which she did not grant to any other… Cast aside your thoughts and be contented, and remember that he who humbles himself will be exalted, and he who exalts himself will be crushed."

The violet answered, "You are consoling me because you have that which I crave…You seek to embitter me with the meaning that you are great. …How painful is the preaching of the fortunate to the heart of the miserable! And how severe is the strong when he stands as advisor among the weak!"

And Nature heard the conversation of the violet and the rose; she approached and said, "What has happened to you, my daughter violet? You have been humble and sweet in all your deeds and words. Has greed entered your heart and numbed your senses?" In a pleading voice, the violet answered her, saying, "Oh great and merciful mother, full of love and sympathy, I beg you, with all my heart and soul, to grand my request and allow me to be a rose for one day."

And Nature responded, "You know not what you are seeking; you are unaware of the concealed disaster behind your blind ambition. If you were a rose you would be sorry, and repentance would avail you but naught." The violet insisted, "Change me into a tall rose, for I wish to lift my head high with pride; and regardless of my fate, it will be my own doing." Nature yielded, saying, "Oh ignorant and rebellious violet, I will grand your request. But if calamity befalls you, your complaint must be to yourself."

And Nature stretched forth her mysterious and magic fingers and touched the roots of the violet, who immediately turned into a tall rose, rising above all other flowers in the garden.

At eventide the sky became thick with black clouds, and the raging elements disturbed the silence of existence with thunder, and commenced to attack the garden, sending forth a great rain and strong winds. The tempest tore the branches and uprooted the plants and broke the stems of the tall flowers, sparing only the little ones who grew close to the friendly earth. That solitary garden suffered greatly from the belligerent skies, and when the storm calmed and the sky cleared, all the flowers were laid waste and none of them had escaped the wrath of Nature except the clan of small violets, hiding by the wall of the garden.

Having lifted her head and viewed the tragedy of the flowers and trees, one of the violet maidens smiled happily and called to her companions, saying, "See what the tempest has done to the haughty flowers!" Another violet said, "We are small, and live close to the earth, but we are safe from the wrath of the skies." And a third one added, "Because we are poor in height the tempest is unable to subdue us."

At that moment the queen of violets saw by her side the converted violet, hurled to earth by the storm and distorted upon the wet grass like a limp solider in a battle field. The queen of the violets lifted her head and called to her family, saying, "Look, my daughters, and meditate upon that which Greed has done to the violet who became a proud rose for one hour. Let the memory of this scene be a reminder of your good fortune."

And the dying rose moved and gathered the remnants of her strength, and quietly said, "You are contented and meek dullards; I have never feared the tempest. Yesterday I, too, was satisfied and contented with Life, but Contentment has acted as a barrier between my existence and the tempest of Life, confining me to a sickly and sluggish peace and tranquility of mind. I could have lived the same life you are living now by clinging with fear to the earth. …I could have waited for winter to shroud me with snow and deliver me to Death, who will surely claim all violets…I am happy now because I have proceed outside my little world into the mystery of the Universe…something which you have not yet done. I could have overlooked Greed, whose nature is higher than mine, but as I hearkened to the silence of the night, I heard the heavenly world talking to this earthly world, saying, 'Ambition beyond existence is the essential purpose of our being.' At that moment my spirit revolted and my heart longed for a position higher than my limited existence. I realized that the abyss cannot hear the song of the stars, and at that moment I commenced fighting against my smallness and craving for that which did not belong to me, until my rebelliousness turned into a great power, and my longer into a creating will…Nature, who is the great object of our deeper dreams, granted my request and changed me into a rose with her magic fingers."

The rose became silent for a moment, and in a weakening voice, mingled with pride and achievement, she said, "I have lived one hour as a proud rose; I have existed for a time like a queen; I have looked at the Universe from behind the eyes of the rose; I have heard the whisper of the firmament through the ears of the rose and touched the folds of Light's garment with rose petals. Is there any here who can claim such honour?" Having thus spoken, she lowered her head, and with a choking voice she gasped, "I shall die now, for my soul has attained its goal. I have finally extended my knowledge to a world beyond the narrow cavern of my birth. This is the design of Life…This is the secret of Existence." Then the rose quivered, slowly folded her petals, and breathed her last with a heavenly smile upon her lips…a smile of fulfillment of hope and purpose in Life…a smile of victory…a God's smile.

My thoughts:

I found this piece to be striking with lovely imagery, metaphors, with many ethical and moral questions brought to light. Should we remain content with what we have without listening to the desire deep within our hearts and sought out greatness beyond the realms of where we are from? Or shall we leap ahead following our dreams, leaving the comfort of our companions and those who are like we are. And who is right or wrong to want more, or to be satisfied with where they are in life? And if after attaining greatness we fall; does this mean we were to stay put, in ignorant bliss? Or instead reach our fullest potential and explore the realms of dreams realized, whether we were meant to go there or not? And who is to say that each flower/person is different. Perhaps it's already pre-ordained for some to leave the comfort of the nest to fall and rise and in turn be completely God-like in achieving delight beyond our wildest dreams. J