Archive for May, 2012

I have had plenty of time on my hands lately to keep my blog updated, I’m sure you’ve noticed as this is my 3rd post today :s. But sadly (or maybe not sadly, maybe happily) tomorrow I will be going into writeberation (thats my little word play on hibernation!). I will be taking a break from my blog to focus more on what I am hoping will eventually turn into my first novel. I am finding it hard blogging and writing simutaneously because I can never stay in one world long enough. I have a mind wondering problem to begin with and I am realizing I need just to sit, focus and hone all my energy into this project. I hoping it won’t be a long break, I want to be back here in a month to share possibly an entire chapter with you all. With that being said I will leave you with what will be my mantra for the next 4 weeks, and proabably the rest of my life!

It’s okay for me to think what I think

It’s okay for me to feel what I feel

It’s okay for me to write what I write

It’s okay for me to be what I be

Side Note: Big thanks to all the people who have been reading and commenting these past few weeks. I have got many views, likes and comments all which have been positive and supportive. For people to say things like “Your character and charisma shine through your writing,” or “Thank you for inspiring us,” and my personal favourite “Your blog made me smile,” is such an honour. When I started this venture I truly didn’t think people would be interested in the things I have discussed here, and if they were at least interested I didn’t they would care to discuss them with me or think that what I had to say was at all relevant to the subjects. It has been the complete opposite of that, so thank you, thank you, thank you  again for all the love a support and I will type you in a few weeks (type you, my word play on see you, oh boy I need to just stop with the word play and the brackets) 🙂

Peace and Love and Writing

Lindsay

Some think I am weird

afraid to come to near

but I am not to be feared

 

He thinks I am a disease

expecting me to please

this is what he sees

 

She thinks I am poser

burning me with her smolder

wanting only for me to hold her

 

You think I am an inspiration

playing with your imagination

all of Me is a collaboration

 

They think I am insane

pushing to me to detain

but my spirit will not be slain

 

I think we can be free

if only we choose to see

each person selflessly

Saw this poster while I was waiting in the drive thru getting coffee before work. Even though I wasn’t having a particularly bad day this random sign made my day that much better. It’s true Someone does Love You  and I think sometimes we forget this. Thank You to whoever felt so moved to put this up, I’m sure it brightened many peoples day!

“Spread some love, Don’t give to receive, Strive to be happy, And live to believe.”

I’ve been on a steady Jessie J kick for a while now. Last week I posted a video of her singing Who You Are and got lot’s of positive feedback. It seems some people are still unaware of her and what a talent she is. Here is another video and quote from one of her songs called Stand Up. Say what you want about pop music or top 40 artists but this girl can sing, write and perform like crazy. But better than that she oozes her artistry she doesn’t just sing it, write it, perform it, she makes you feel it. And art that makes you feel is really the only kind worth your time. (I included another video of a song she wrote called Big White Room, if you haven’t seen or heard either I highly recommend you take the time to listen and watch!)

Whenever I bring up (in conversation) population size/growth I always get the “Lindsay’s at it again, that girl is crazy!” side glances.

Am I the only one who thinks that over population of our planet is one of our biggest worries?

In the short 24 years I’ve been on this planet we have put over a billion people on it! Is this not completely absurd? I can only imagine how many people we will create in the next 24, 50, 100 years.

I have given up on the thought of having my own children simply because of these figures. I cannot knowingly put more beings on this planet, while there are millions of children, teens and adults alike starving for a better life (I hope to adopt one day). This does not mean that I am in any way against people having children of their own. My sister gave birth to twins a little under a month ago and I have begun to worry about their future. Will they have enough food to eat, water to drink, air to breathe when they are my age or older? Will their children or their children’s, children be starved of these necessities? What kind of life will they live on this depleting planet?

I thought the reason for procreation was about the survival of the species? To create a new generation of species hopefully stronger and more resilient than the last. Now reproduction seems more of a recreation, than a survival mechanism. We are taught (at least in western society) that the measure of a good life is getting and education, entering a career, finding a mate and having children. This is a good life…or is it? We seem to be breeding at excessively high rates and the offspring, I find aren’t stronger or more adaptable than the last. In fact, they are in many ways weaker(this generation is expected to be the first generation that will not outlive their parents). I agree that every generation opens their mind a bit more which is promising but the fact that we are still teaching our children to rely so heavily on non-renewable resources and technology, frightens me. These things will too run out, these things will too come to an end and then what?

I was born in the late eighties, both my grandparents and parents grew up without television, without running water, my dad(along with his brothers) even hunted pheasants and rabbits to put food on the table. I grew up hearing “When I was a kid we didn’t have blah, blah, blah.” I was always highly aware that the conveniences of today were just that, conveniences. I worry that the kids born in the new millennia will never care to learn about how life was before the industrialized revolution. When I was young the past was still very close, only 40-50 years earlier were things much different. However, today it is closer to a century, we are living in the science fiction novels of the late 1800 and early 1900’s. It is hard even for me sometimes to see how far we have come in such a short period of time, hard mainly because it is worrisome. We move so fast in todays society, barely able to wait for the next big thing, already working on the next big thing before the last big thing even came out. Only the big thing is not saving us, it’s killing us.

Here is a few concepts for thought. We spend all this time and money on finding a cure for cancer, surgeries for obesity, pills for mental illness, but we spend little to no time on figuring out why these have become so common in our society. I think it is something like 1-4 people will have some type of cancer in their life, 42% of Americans are over-weight and it seems that almost everyone knows someone who has or had some form of metal illness (I myself have family members currently fighting with all three of these diseases). Why can we not put some effort into figuring out what is causing this cancer, this obesity, this mental illness?(these are only a few of the problems we face daily).

I for one believe much of it is coming from the food we put into our bodies that is laced with chemicals and jam packed with ridiculous amounts of salt and sugar. The air we breathe everyday, all day is becoming more and more contaminated. We are demolishing the very things this planet needs to support our livelihood. We are not even close to as active as we were just 50 years ago, we also live in a high stress, face paced global society, which leaves us with little to no time for meditation and reflection. People rarely take the time to be grateful for what they have because they always think they need more, that they have the right for more.

I am not suggesting I have the answers to these problems. I am not a scholar, but I am a human, a human that is hoping for a better future for all life on this planet. I still have hope for mankind (even with all it’s issues) I feel we can make a change if we start talking about the things that we are ignoring everyday, and start putting action to our words.

This seems to be another one of those blogs where I start somewhere and end up somewhere completely different. I don’t want to these words to be preachy. I am not the knower of all things, I only write what I feel, and today and many days this is how I feel. Why I worry about these things, I do not know, all I know is I do, I worry for you and me, for the trees and the bees! (always good to end a serious blog with a rhyme!)

Peace and Love

Lindsay, The Non-Knower of things 🙂

wordsofhonestunwisdom

I have read a few articles within the past year stating that Legalizing Gay Marriage would be America’s downfall and that accepting the gay rights movement could corrupt the world’s youth. Strewing morals of who people are supposed to love. This astonishes me!

Let me ask you this, was the Women’s Rights movement a downfall for humanity? Was the African-American Civil Rights movement a downfall to society? Of course not, these were not hindrances to the world these improved it. How can acceptance and recognition and equality hurt humanity?

What hurts us as a Global population are things like bombing/killing/blowing up other people and countries thinking that this is the only way to get a point across; Or letting whole countries and continents starve as others exceedingly prosper; Genocide, Xenophobia, Judgement, Stereotypes, Greed, Power. These are the things that cause hate, suffering and despair in the world.

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Eyes. They are both amazing, and deceitful. They supposedly help you see everything, but can stop you from authentically experiencing anything.

I leave you with a quote/video from one of my favourite songs, by one of my favourite artists.

Seeing is Deceiving, Dreaming is believing

Posted: May 21, 2012 in Uncategorized

Read it, loved it, sharing it!

disposable poetry

the rain doesn’t ask
why it falls

the sun doesn’t ask
why it shines

the tree doesn’t ask
why it leaves

nothing
in all the world
asks why

except us

because we think
what we think
matters

and it does
but only to us

so what if
we let our thoughts
fall away like rain

what if
we shined like the sun

what if
we let our false-selves go
like leaves from a tree

what if
we stopped asking
why

what if
we just admit
we don’t know
and never will

and what if
we didn’t
make it mean anything

(D James)

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I have taken break from writing my story Gray Hayles because I have felt a lack of inspiration. Which is weird because this story up until a month ago was dominating my thoughts constantly. Today that break ended. I was reading another persons blog when they suggested taking break from a story is fine but when it is too long it can become toxic. This blog suggested you write words no matter what even if you feel like what you’re saying in your head is not how it is coming out on paper. I took this advice and began to write one of the most poignant parts of this story. Somehow the words came together and I was able to write pages upon pages and when I was done I felt the rush I hadn’t felt in a month. The feeling that this story is still here and I still have the inspiration to write it. So this blog is sending out a big THANK YOU to http://throughtwoblueeyes.wordpress.com/2012/05/21/when-i-write/. Today my inspiration came from you and I am grateful for it. I will leave you with a little exert from the pages I wrote today which may be the best I have written so far. I am now more than ever overwhelmed with the excitement of finishing this piece.

There she lay with grey storm clouds in her eyes, staring into my soul. She did not look through me but rather into me, into the depths of my being that I desperately tried to keep hidden but were not safe from her stark gaze.


Inside this book is a story.

A story waiting to be told

but something deep inside

is making me withhold.

Written on these pages is a story.

A story wanting to be free

but something deep inside

is not letting it be.

Composed on this paper is a story.

A story yearning to be read

but something deep inside

is refusing to be said.

Printed on these lines is a story.

A story aching for a start

but something deep inside

is denying its true art.

Inside my heart is a story

A story seeping out

but something deep inside

is preying on my self doubt.