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IT IS TIME TO WORK HARDER ON PEACE NOT WAR“The day the power of love overrules the love of power, the world will know peace.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
“If someone thinks that peace and love are just a cliche that must have been left behind in the 60s, that’s a problem. Peace and love are eternal.”
― John Lennon
Beauty is a concept I struggle with—what it means, why it matters. I struggle because huge chunks of my life have not been beautiful. They have been ugly, marred by trauma, with pain, and anger.
We think of beauty and often visualize glossy magazine pages and wafer thin models. We see beauty as superficial—eye color, hair texture, and numbers on a scale. We see beauty as something to be measured and weighed.
I don’t see beauty that way. I see beauty as the grace point between what hurts and what heals, between the shadow of tragedy and the light of joy. I find beauty in my scars.
We all have scars, inside and out. We have freckles from sun exposure, emotional trigger points, broken bones, and broken hearts…
Credits for the music, story, and video footage used to create this video montage are found at the end of the video.
I spent a long time looking for the right images that would fit what in my mind was a good interpretation of this legend.
The most difficult part in creating this montage was matching the text with the images. The horse, from the movie “The Silver Stallion”, was perfect for this project, because there were many good scenes in the movie I could use to show the conversation he carried with the eagle, his frustration at the beginning etc…. At the time I was working on this montage, I was very new at it, and struggled trying to learn how to use my new video editing program. I needed to learn how to do special effects which added to this challenge for me.This was a very difficult project and I almost gave up several times, but I persisted and finished it.
Music “Beau Soir” by Claude Achille Debussy (1862-1918)
Beau Soir (French for “Beautiful Evening”) is a setting of a poem by Paul Bourget.
Lorsque au soleil couchant les rivières sont roses
Et qu’un tiède frisson court sur les champs de blé,
Un conseil d’être heureux semble sortir des choses
Et monter vers le coeur troublé.
Un conseil de goûter le charme d’être au monde
Cependant qu’on est jeune et que le soir est beau,
Car nous nous en allons, comme s’en va cette onde:
Elle à la mer, nous au tombeau.
When streams turn pink in the setting sun,
And a slight shudder rushes through the wheat fields,
A plea for happiness seems to rise out of all things
And it climbs up towards the troubled heart.
A plea to relish the charm of life
While there is youth and the evening is fair,
For we pass away, as the wave passes:
The wave to the sea, we to the grave.
Compassion knows no boundaries. It arises out of the authentic recognition of the other as thyself. It is not limited by color, creed, gender, sexual preference or geography. Compassion for others can awaken the listening heart to self compassion. When we truly see our oneness, we will see the futility of destroying the perceived enemy because it is actually the destruction of ourselves.
Music by Philippe Sarde
“Out of difficulties grow miracles.”
“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, “I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.” . . . You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”
“The most important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win but to take part, just as the most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well.”
“Obstacles don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it.”
“You’re on the road to success when you realize that failure is only a detour.”
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.”
“Opportunity’s favorite disguise is trouble.”
“People who consider themselves victims of their circumstances will always remain victims unless they develop a greater vision for their lives.”
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter.
Who would think that those branches would turn
green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.
“My mother said to me, “If you become a soldier you’ll be a general; if you become a monk you’ll end up as the pope.” Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.”
“My Mother Kept a Garden”
Read by LeScintilla
My mother kept a garden,
a garden of the heart,
She planted all the good things
that gave my life its start.
She turned me to the sunshine
and encouraged me to dream,
Fostering and nurturing
the seeds of self-esteem…
And when the winds and rain came,
she protected me enough~
But not too much because she knew
I’d need to stand up strong and tough.
Her constant good example
always taught me right from wrong~
Markers for my pathway
that will last a lifetime long.
I am my Mother’s garden.
I am her legacy~
And I hope today she feels the love
reflected back from me
Translation from French by LeScintilla
I’ve loved you despite myself
Entwined with your being, in a swirl of disquiet and dizziness
I didn’t want to say, “I love you”
Out of fear of seeing you disappear like a leaf wrenched from its stem
Nevertheless, I love you until my heart screams
Until I lose my breath each time you distance yourself and leave a void
I have loved you hidden behind the curtains of night
My childish glances followed your every step
My eyes drank the words you would not speak to me
Your words. . . that the light emanating from you wrote on the scrolls of shadows
Your words . . . like fiery stars
Shooting from the dark night to light my way
Your words . . . that you sowed from page to page
In the book of our destinies
And I locked my heart away
So it could not follow your path
But . . . my heart is rebellious
It dances with your words, so soft and so powerful
Clings to its emerging dreams
And today, it wants to speak to you
I love you as one loves a dream hung from moonbeams
I love you as one loves a spring on the rippled slopes of dunes
I love you like the majestic eagle loves to soar and be free
I love you with strength and passion as only tigers know to love
And even if the future is unsure, I want to love you forever
I will love you with all my hope, quivering with impatience
I will love you to the depths of your soul, to the enigma of your silence
I will love you until the desperate need to chant your absence,
Until the fragile confession of an invisible secret
I will love you…..