I've almost made it, but I'm not there yet. I have a tendency to make it through long challenges easy until the final days where I begin to feel so elated with my accomplishments that I forget that the finish line is not quite in sight, only in mind. So, in saying this, I am reminding myself that there's still a week to go...

COMPASSION(word origin):1340, from O.Fr. compassion, from L.L. compassionem (nom. compassio) "sympathy," from compassus, pp. of compati "to feel pity," from com- "together" + pati "to suffer"...to suffer together

Compassion has never been my strength, nor is it really even a concept that I fully grasp. However, I struggle daily with the desire to be a forgiving and compassionate person, because I'm constantly hearing from the people in my life that this is what they need from me. So I take... read more

Love and music. One is one, one is the other, and together, they are it. They are everything. In my world, all other things are simply a multiplication or division of these two elements. There is not room for anything else, yet with these, there is room for everything. I can speak as much nonsense as I want; words don't have to mean anything; they merely have to be heard, and they are music. What I say is not important. How you dance is not important. What we're afraid of is not important. Al... read more

I almost forgot to do my meditation yesterday...I was on my way to bed after midnite munchies and realized it had completely slipped my mind, and then I realized it was Day 30, and that starting over was not an option...so I did it, and it was really hard. But then I woke up this morning and played some beautiful music, and I danced...ask me for a CD.

Morning...
fragile and precious as I wake up to decide what the hell I'm going to do today. This small amount of time that I have to myself, and sometimes, I don't take it for all it's worth, and I should, because most of the time, this is the only time I get to feel any peace. And peace is nice.