Feeding my Flame

"My spine is ablaze, felling any foe with my gaze. And just in time in the right place, suddenly emerging with grace." Words inspired by Blue Foundation

Stick to blogging Burgess

On my Soap Box -The Daily News published my ameteur rant-April 2012

I am writing in response to the article titled Happiness may be overrated, which I find preposterous and lacking in supporting evidence.  The article states that a number of studies disprove the perception that a lot of happiness is good for us.  Firstly it says that too much happiness can make you gullible.  Do they mean too open minded and less cynical? How typical a thing to say in a world where cynicism is a staple diet.  The article then proceeds to list behaviours provoked by too much happiness namely risk taking, excessive alcohol and drug consumption and binge eating. Where do you draw the line, when every other research study is listing the very same behaviour above as signs of severe depression? The contradiction is bewildering and frankly socially irresponsible.  It then mentions that an analysis revealed that those who reported a higher level of happiness in their early lives later reported lower income, and those who felt less happy in their youth, later earned a higher income.  The psychologist “suggests” that people who do not experience much sadness or anxiety are rarely dissatisfied with their jobs and consequently are less motivated to do better. This statement is therefore based solely on the premise that higher income makes you happier?  So if you choose to cultivate relationships over slaving it at the office, you’re assumed unhappy and a subject of psychological analysis. The one that really makes me laugh is the claim that sad people are attentive to details while happy people tend to make snap judgements. This backward sentence offers no substance, and is too open to interpretation to profess to be anything of a concrete psychology find.

This type of unsubstantiated psychobabble wastes time and ink, and definitely makes you think twice about believing everything you read.

Noted

If God were an Instrument, he would be a violin.

Let your love be free

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, he was as creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated the bird.

But then she thought: He might want to visit far off mountains! And she was afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly. And she felt alone.

And so she thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again," The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap, and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends who said "Now you have everything you could possibly want." However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest.

The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all of ther time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds. If she looked more deeply into herself, she would have realised that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and death came knocking at her door. " Why have you come?" she asked death. " So that you can fly once more with him across the sky." Death replied. "If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again."

Paulo Coelho- Taken from Eleven Minutes

The journey begins

The beautiful girl who restored in me the light that dwells within all of us. Her path has recently led her to the USA. I could not be happier for this bright young lady who holds more magic in her finger tips than she is likely to ever know. It's been enlightening to watch you grow, question, and dance with the universe. May your journey only reveal more grace, more  light, and more love.  All the best LK x

Splashy Fen 2012

              My very first Splashy, and certainly not my last! 2 and 1/2 days of Nirvana!