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"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.



Showing posts with label compassion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label compassion. Show all posts

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Only Love

When speaking of Love, Divine Love, It is All...
... and excludes none.

Thank you, Joel Burns, for taking a stand against the endemic bullying of all that are different and giving hope to many teenagers, and adults, in need of it.

Friday, October 15, 2010

One Cool Dude

And seems to be a Very Nice Man.

On the 6th October, Johnny Depp made a surprise visit to a London school after receiving a letter from student Bea Delap.

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           "Captain Jack Sparrow,
              At Meridian on old Woolrich Road we
              a[re] all a bunch of budding young pirates.
           Normally we're a right handful but we're having trouble mutinying against
             the teachers! We'd love it if you
              could come and help.
                               from
                             Beatrix Delap
                                  aged
                                     9
                            a budding pirate
            PS We have a plentiful supply of rum!"


Sources and for more information: Daily Mail ; Meridian Primary School, Greenwich ; The News Tribune

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Compassion

Morgana Silversealeon 30 Sep 2009 at 12:55 am
Not only do many folks have to come out of what is literally a comfort zone of a living room and remote control, people they consider beneath them would supposedly be the primary beneficiaries.
A related thought appeared in my email box today, courtesy of Tricycle’s “Daily Dharma”:
“Compassion is not condescension, but a leveling of the playing field, a recognition of yourself in others and an acceptance that their stress is your stress, that their happiness is your own. The gulf between us all is imaginary, born of insecurity and fear.” (- Stephen Schettini, from “What to Expect When You’re Reflecting,” Tricycle, Fall 2008)
I have really struggled with this teaching today. And actually, a lot of days before today. I guess ridding myself of the illusion that I’m compassionate would be a step in the right direction. [moue]
— Planetwaves blog