With so many diverse opinions in the world, with regard to almost everything, I think that if we could try to get a “birds-eye” view once in a while, literally envision ourselves above our planet looking down, then maybe we could see ourselves as part of one big whole…that we are all in this thing together, whether we like it or not. It is not about “May the best man win.” If any of us loses, we all lose.
Been working on a new recording, and took a break to do some more basement clearing, from my past move. It is scary how much “stuff” one can accumulate!!!
The love between a parent and child must be similar to the love that God feels for all the human race….if that is the case, then there is still hope for mankind:)
Put up Rock of Ages,….pleased with the way it turned out. Recording a song a month is hectic, but I have heard that the Beatles used to put out a new single every two months…how exciting that must have been for their fans!!! What happened to those days?
Was thinking about siblings today…that the good thing about brothers and sisters is that one has a history with them… whether good or bad, you share a story that can be viewed from different angles.
Won’t it be wonderful if someday all of mankind figures out that Peace is Progress?
In a world where there is so much division, surely God expects us to seek out our similarities.
Am praying for all the hostages that are being taken in Iraq. People in general are starting to look like they’ve been through the mill…..perhaps it’s because since 9/11 we’ve really had very little “peace of mind”….who could possibly have foreseen such a strange event?
Time in a Bottle
Every second has its own intersection of time and space. At that very moment, a unique occurrence happens. While a given space may stay the same over time, time itself changes its appearance. Perhaps there are very good reasons why when we try to recapture the past, it doesn’t always look the same, or go according to plan.
If each moment is unique then the destination of that occurrence has to have its own locale. Recently a friend of mine returned to her 20th High School Reunion, at the same school that she graduated from. She was amazed to roam through the classrooms, see the gym and the principals office, which all looked the same, as if it was just yesterday. One important change was that everyone was twenty years older. Same space, different time. Now once in a while some things can stay the same, but overall, life is a wheel that just keeps on turning, moving forward. Many of us reach for the memories, while forgetting that the time has changed.
Each day that we live we create a series of intercepting moments, making our own private libraries of memories. The other day I had a conversation with someone who said to me, “Jennifer, do you know that today is tomorrow’s yesterday?” Strange, but true. Still, how often do we try to capture Time in a bottle? Does each moment have its own distinctive address? Do we walk through the corridors of time consistently opening and closing doors? To understand our successes and failures, we have to look in the right direction. If all we see is the place but not the time, is it any wonder how easy it is to get lost?
To take a flight to a distant city and arrive safely we have to rely on the experience of the flight crew and the maintenance of the airplane. To take a trip through time we have to be sure that we have the correct coordinates. The terrain of history is awash with pitfalls and plateaus. Time and space, the mixture that weaves through the fabric of the Universe. As long as we live here, we participate in its makeup. We may not be able to put Time in a bottle, but the trick is to not need to.
When you truly appreciate each moment, they’re easier to let go of.
Live each moment,
love, Jennifer Avalon
© 2004 Jennifer Avalon
The Art of Learning
Will we ever get it right here on Planet Earth? Perhaps not….but we CAN make it better. Sometimes I wonder why so many of us have our heads screwed on backwards. We chase the gold at the end of the rainbow, believing that it is there that true happiness resides, yet so many realize that when they get there, they’ve lost pieces of themselves along the way. Life is supposed to be an education, based upon past experiences and learned knowledge. Still, it is so easy to choose the wrong knowledge to learn.
Mankind as a whole, over the eons of Time, has struggled with discipline and structure. We constantly fight the confines of Life that can keep us on the straight and narrow and even keel. Expansion is great, but responsibility has to go with it. These confines help us experience what is acceptable, and what is not, to progress ourselves in a healthy and positive way. We are constantly redefining right from wrong daily…somewhere in the back of our minds there is a little rulebook that we live by. It is left to us overall to decide what ink graces the pages of that book.
Whether we choose it or not, we accept a belief system to live by. Even those who do not believe in a God, establish a protocol to live by. There are rules to live by, laws not to break. Some find this out the easy way, some the hard way. Truly, one man’s ceiling can be another man’s floor. The blocks of Life are left for us to build upon…the structures we create are based upon our beliefs, education, personalities, expressions, and conclusions. The buildings we create both physically and spiritually become the remnants of our lives when we are gone. If one digs a hole and chooses not to fill it, it will be filled by someone or something for them.
The Learning of Life is the ultimate Art. So many express it in so many ways. The imperfections of Humanity may not be expected to get it totally right, but they are expected to try. Each generation is expected to become better than the previous. We are supposed to perch on the shoulders of those who came before, until one day we can see the clouds of Heaven. There can be no Art, if we are not Learning, and there can be no Learning, if we have no Art.
Life is an ongoing Masterpiece,
love, Jennifer Avalon
(c) 2004 Jennifer Avalon
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