If the world was blind for a time,
Would our blindness remove the judgment
by which we assess each other?
Would it level the field?
or would beauty then be judged
by the sound of our voice
or the feel of our skin,
or the smell of our essence?
Would we allow our other senses to
feel another person's energy,
or listen harder to their truth?
Would our blindness make us afraid?
Or would we learn to develop trust?
If the world was blind for a time,
would we finally be able to see
the light and darkness
within ourselves?
Would we develop faith in the unseen-
something greater than us,
and our own inner knowing?
Would we learn to appreciate
the simplicity of life?
Would we learn to help each other?
Would we love our neighbor?
Would we learn to feel with our hands and hearts?
Oh, if only the world was blind for a time......
Marianne Goldweber
Monday, October 25, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Rules of the road- Memoirs of a biker chick..
During the course of my life I have not always done things in the conventional way.
As a teenager- I yearned for freedom..away from the rules. I was a dreamer, preferring to see things my way, and felt that my creative thinking and my freedom was being suppressed. I was told over and over that I was different, and I refused to conform.
In the late 70's, I was introduced to the biker world. I thought, I found my people, they were my tribe. They were mysterious,free, powerful, intimidating, cool- oh and irreverent.
Over those 20 or so years I gained much wisdom that I use every day..
I like to call them 'The rules of the road...'
People all want to be seen, heard, appreciated and hugged..even A 6'9" guy who's first name started with Crazy....
The battles we fight- inside or out leave scars that we want to show and tell with others.
If you start a fight- don't expect people to jump in and save your ass.
Everybody secretly wants to be you- rebel, wear leather, quit their job, buy a harley and hit the road.
A thick skin, like leather, protects you from stuff that comes at you at 70 mph..or when you fall down.
Learn to laugh at yourself- we all do stupid shit that people will continue to remind you about..
You may even get a nickname because of it.
Just because you buy a leather, a motorcycle and microphone helmets doesn't make you a biker- it makes you a wannabe- be yourself.
F.T.W.- if you have to ask you wouldn't understand.
There is no destination- just a series of experiences on a one way trip.
'Live to Ride' is more than a slogan.
What you see and hear you keep to yourself.
Keep yourself in check.
You are known by the company you keep.
Friendly does not mean friend.
There is power in numbers.
We all have to watch out for each other- if they are on the road with you, you stick with them, you don't bail when they break down.
Your recklessness affects others and if it does- they are going to be pissed.
Stand for what you believe, and protect the innocent.
So, on the road of life, we are all on our way to somewhere- don't forget to stop and have a cold one, everyone has a story especially the old timers-take time to listen, take the road less traveled, don't be afraid to get lost, worry about it when and if it happens, enjoy the scenery, put your arms out and pretend to fly, wave at strangers and most importantly.... enjoy the wind.
As a teenager- I yearned for freedom..away from the rules. I was a dreamer, preferring to see things my way, and felt that my creative thinking and my freedom was being suppressed. I was told over and over that I was different, and I refused to conform.
In the late 70's, I was introduced to the biker world. I thought, I found my people, they were my tribe. They were mysterious,free, powerful, intimidating, cool- oh and irreverent.
Over those 20 or so years I gained much wisdom that I use every day..
I like to call them 'The rules of the road...'
People all want to be seen, heard, appreciated and hugged..even A 6'9" guy who's first name started with Crazy....
The battles we fight- inside or out leave scars that we want to show and tell with others.
If you start a fight- don't expect people to jump in and save your ass.
Everybody secretly wants to be you- rebel, wear leather, quit their job, buy a harley and hit the road.
A thick skin, like leather, protects you from stuff that comes at you at 70 mph..or when you fall down.
Learn to laugh at yourself- we all do stupid shit that people will continue to remind you about..
You may even get a nickname because of it.
Just because you buy a leather, a motorcycle and microphone helmets doesn't make you a biker- it makes you a wannabe- be yourself.
F.T.W.- if you have to ask you wouldn't understand.
There is no destination- just a series of experiences on a one way trip.
'Live to Ride' is more than a slogan.
What you see and hear you keep to yourself.
Keep yourself in check.
You are known by the company you keep.
Friendly does not mean friend.
There is power in numbers.
We all have to watch out for each other- if they are on the road with you, you stick with them, you don't bail when they break down.
Your recklessness affects others and if it does- they are going to be pissed.
Stand for what you believe, and protect the innocent.
So, on the road of life, we are all on our way to somewhere- don't forget to stop and have a cold one, everyone has a story especially the old timers-take time to listen, take the road less traveled, don't be afraid to get lost, worry about it when and if it happens, enjoy the scenery, put your arms out and pretend to fly, wave at strangers and most importantly.... enjoy the wind.
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