Supermoon

Posted in Beauty, Gratitude, Nature, Prophecy, Spirituality, Wisdom on September 27, 2015 by TaijituMartini

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Tonight people. Harvest Supermoon. Full. Eclipse. Don’t miss this beauty or you’ll have to wait until 2033 to see it again.
Only happens during a full moon when the sun, moon, and earth are completely aligned and the earth’s shadow blankets the moon.
At 9:07 pm tonight, Sunday September 27, 2015, the moon will enter the earths dark shadow and the umbral shadow will travel across the moon from left to right. The moon will also be at perigee, the closest point to the earth, and will appear 13% bigger than average and 30% brighter.
At 10:11pm, totality will occur where the moon will be completely engulfed in the ombral shadow and will turn an orange red colour which will last for an hour and twelve minutes.
Looking forward to this one.
Telescope-check.

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A Silver Lining

Posted in Beauty, Faith, Gratitude, Hope, Love, Spirituality, Wisdom with tags , , , , , , , on September 29, 2014 by TaijituMartini

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I always try to remember that pain is a necessary part of our spiritual growth
And that the Universe is unfolding as it should.
Lately, keeping my Zen-ism in check is proving to be challenging as life tosses obstacles at me like oversized donkey kong barrels.
I’ll just keep jumping.

Never let go of hope. It’s the one seed that will keep you deeply grounded.
Over the weekend I caught a glimpse of that hope, disguised as a beautiful silver lining in the sky.

Rebellion

Posted in Empath, Faith, Gratitude, Hope, Love, Passion, Prophecy, Spirituality, Wisdom, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 28, 2014 by TaijituMartini

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So Very Infinitesimal

Posted in Beauty, Nature, Spirituality with tags , , , , , , on September 7, 2014 by TaijituMartini

 

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Last night the strangest storm rolled in, I watched the slow-moving clouds billowing over themselves from the safe haven of my front porch. The air was thick with danger. Everything went quiet and in that moment I felt so vulnerable next to the power of Nature’s wrath.
So very infinitesimal. 

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Winding Ivy

Posted in Beauty, Gratitude, History, Nature, Nostalgia, Poetry, Spirituality, Wisdom with tags , , , , , , , on August 18, 2014 by TaijituMartini

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Yesterday I found myself standing in front of an impressive piece of history in a quaint little Ontario town.
Built in 1927, it was the last school built before the Great Depression, and was abandoned in 2004 when they officially closed its doors.
Ten years of natural growth had turned this copper-adorned Gothic stone building into a wonderland of bursting colours, smothered in sunshine, standing majestically on a hill- but now sadly left to lead its solitary existence. Images of eager young children piling into their respective seperate entrances filled my thoughts-to think that boys and girls were actually made to enter the school on opposite sides-such useless irrational dogmas dominating Christian thought at the time.

Have we really evolved as a civilization since 1927? We’ve made some good progress but segregation still rears its ugly head in so many forms,and humans still continue to label things they don’t understand to try and soothe their own fears and insecurities.
If only people could exist together as peacefully as the winding ivy.
Seventy-seven years of academic history. Eighty-seven years old.
Imagine all that happened within those walls.
History- a true magic.

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O Captain My Captain

Posted in Activist, Beauty, Faith, Gratitude, History, Humour, LGBT Community, Love, Nostalgia, Passion, Poetry, Spirituality, Wisdom, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 12, 2014 by TaijituMartini

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“You’re only given one little spark of madness. You musn’t lose it.”
-Robin Williams

So true My Captain. Can I call you that? I hope you don’t mind. I never knew you, but I always felt like I did.
I felt connected to you. Perhaps it was your small stature. I happen to be wee myself. Maybe it was your contagious laughter, your great comedic timing, your humble views on life and love. Whatever it was that connected us in this vast Universe-you enriched my life. Thank-you for that.
Your heart was big My Captain. I felt that-and I’m not the only one. It seems whoever knew you loved you.
A special soul you were.
As John Keating in Dead Poets Society you opened my eyes to the possibility of looking at life from a different perspective. Stand on your desk and shout out your mantra to the world. Booya Keating. That’s the way to do it. Life’s too short for bullshit.
You encouraged me to “carpe diem”, a motto I have leaned on throughout my adult life.
Your performance as Parry in The Fisher King swept me away to another world and turned me into a two hour human waterfall. What a movie.
Armand in The Birdcage- another classic. Showcasing LGBTQ diversity before it was cool to do it, just your style, brave and true.
One Hour Photo. You were lonely. Did you feel a similar pain? I’m sorry if you did. No one should ever feel truly alone.
Many of the characters you played over the years seemed to echo your soul. I grew up watching you, and went to see your stand-up show in person. What a night that was. Just try and tell those jokes again the next day. As if. Pure comedic genius. One of a kind. No one did it like you did. No one ever will.
Intelligent, compassionate, sharp, strong, generous, and kind. I’m not the only one who thinks so. I’m just one of millions. What a legacy.
I will miss your gift of seamless improv, your humble generosity, your ridiculous repertoire of crazy voices, your versatile talent as a top notch performer, your honest and giving nature, and most of all your unique capability to move this world with your exhuberant madness.
My Captain, I wish you the eternal peace you couldn’t find in life.
Wherever you may be, may your magical spark forever ring free.

Fly Dragonfly Fly

Posted in Beauty, Nature, Spirituality with tags on July 25, 2014 by TaijituMartini

I was in the pool today when this little beauty crashed into the water beside me. I scooped him up with my book, Shirley MacLaine’s “The Camino”. Spiritual book, spiritual moment. He started to move slowly after a few seconds , took his teeny front arms and ruffled them over his own head a few times, and shook his intricate wings. Then he climbed around a bit and stopped. Ten minutes went by and he wasn’t moving. I was worried he wouldn’t make it and my book was flapping on him in the wind, so I held it down with a few rocks and let him dry out in peace. I went back to my chair and could see his little frame from across the pool. I had a conversation, looked over a few minutes later and he was gone.
Fly dragonfly fly. Such a beautifully delicate creature. dragon