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Acordei pensando nessa frase...

"Em cada um de nós há um segredo, uma paisagem interior com planícies invioláveis, vales de silêncio e paraísos secretos."

(Saint-Exupéry)

Do Animals Have Souls?

This composition is not mine, but I can tell you from the bottom of my heart that it describes exactly how I feel about the issue. Therefore, I truly admire the person who wrote that.


" Do Animals Have Souls?
by Stacy Mantle

I was talking with a coworker the other day and he informed me that animals do not have emotions. This is just after he told me (the day that I put my dog of 17yrs down) that animals do not have souls and therefore will never enjoy the concept of heaven. Now, this coworker has the disadvantage of being, what I refer to, as a "bible-thumper." He is, in fact, a born-again Christian. Please bear in mind that I have nothing against Christians, nor do I have anything against religion in general. I do, however, have a problem with this coworker passing along faulty information.

Animals do have emotions and they also have souls, and I'll tell you how I know that. In over twenty years of working with animals, I have never seen a kitten duct-tape a live human baby to a freeway. I also have never seen a cat find enjoyment from setting a human on fire. I've never gone hiking in the desert to find a child that dogs have left tied to a stake, without food and water, subjecting it to a painful death in the desert heat. I have never seen a chicken force two unwilling humans to fight in a ring with razor blades attached to their feet while the chickens place bets on who will be the first to die. I haven't seen a puppy place eight children in a gunnysack and drown them in a river. Neither have I seen an eagle aim a shotgun at an unarmed human. I have yet to see a bear kill a human simply to place a head on the wall of their cave. And to this day, I have not seen a pigeon drive a car down the road and aim for humans who were walking around the park.

Let me tell you what I have seen. I have seen my own cats sleep next to me so they may keep me a little warmer while I was ill. I've seen my dogs play games with me just to force a smile to my face. I have seen a cat rush into a burning home not once, not twice, but six times to save her kittens, nearly losing her own life in the process. I have seen a ferret pull a frightened kitten out of a deep hole in the ground. I have seen a coyote fetch another dog so that it may get the proper medical care that it needs. I've seen a dog, who loves to jump on people, avoid jumping on me when I injured my back. I've seen elephants cry. I've seen monkeys scream in empathy when one of their own were injured. I've seen puppies whine all night long when they were separated from their mothers. I've seen a dog pull a child away from a fire.

These are only a few of the things that I've seen. To list them all would take a lifetime, and I think you get my point. As for the soul thing? Well, it is my humble opinion that if you have emotions, any kind of emotions, then you have a soul. Ironically, the pope of the Roman Catholic Church recently stated that he feels the same way.

Now, I can't prove that animals have souls. But then, I can't prove that you or I have one either. And for all those people who firmly believe that animals don't have souls - well, I suppose if there really is a heaven, you'll probably have the job of cleaning out all the litter boxes..."


http://vetmedicine.about.com/library/viewers/uc-animal-souls.htm

Patience

Patience.
It's amazing how a single word can have so much power. Your whole life, your whole future, your unreachable past and every inch of you present can be totally changed by the internalization and true understanding of one word and the huge empiric universe behind it's meaning. The act of accepting or neglecting the power of this word in "your universe" can help you build up an empire from scratch or destroy it completely, you can fulfill all your dreams and develop new ones or spend a lifetime wondering what you could have done or been if only, and only, you had had patience.
We keep on telling ourselves "there isn't enough time", "we only live once", "life runs fast", and finding excuses to justify that one moment we were not able to control, that one single moment we were not "patient". That moment could have been your window of opportunity to become the real writer of your own history on earth. That moment could have been a turning crucial point in your life.
That moment... that moment... that moment... if only... you have had patience...

Once Tolstoy said: “The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.”

Diga-me o que realmente pensas e dir-te-ei se desejo sabê-lo

Já vai algum tempo desde a última vez que escrevi algo por aqui. Dessa vez, não vou usar a "correria da vida" como desculpa. Embora, sinta vontade de escrever, as vezes confesso que falta-me "coragem". É engraçado como temos sempre tanto a dizer, mas tão pouca coragem para fazê-lo.
Não seria tudo mais fácil se pudéssemos simplesmente dizer ou escrever as coisas assim... digamos "openly" (para recorrer a um estrangeirismo)?
Não, claro que as coisas não funcionam dessa forma. Como seres complexos que somos temos o dever de sermos prolixos, difusos, um quê vagos e de preferência bem fastidiosos (assim desencorajamos eventuais debates, afinal o objetivo é mesmo não sermos entendidos). Tudo pelo glamour do pedantismo! Afinal, nada mais chique do que o "complicado".
Hoje em dia, fala-se muito em simplicidade, e no entanto, não poderíamos estar mais distantes da singeleza da vida e das coisas.
Bucólico demais para vocês? Uma constatação um pouco blasé, talvez. Mas que mal há em incorrer no óbvio? Pois sejamos todos vulgares, triviais, despretensiosos e quem sabe directos ao menos uma vez na vida!
Já imaginaram se disséssemos às pessoas exatamente o que pensamos delas e de todo o resto? Assim na lata? Se abríssemos o verbo sempre que algo nos incomodasse ou nos aborrecesse? Se fossemos irremediavelmente e constantemente instigados pela mais profunda e quase insana capacidade de desabafarmos e de exorcizarmos todos os nossos demônios em poucas frases? Seria um alívio ou um tormento?
Esse tem sido o meu mais recente devaneio. Sou obrigada a confessar que tenho pensado nisso com alguma regularidade.
As vezes sinto-me prisioneira das semânticas formais da vida e do mundo em que vivemos.
Códigos! A vida é cheia de códigos.
Por isso:
"Diga-me o que realmente pensas e dir-te-ei se desejo sabê-lo"
... e visse versa.

Personal boundaries

You might ask yourself from time to time: "am I too demanding in my expectations towards people's behaviour?" or "am I too picky?"
I'm afraid social interaction can be very tricky sometimes and getting along with people might become a daily nightmare if you're not able to manage it wisely.
And when we talk about "getting along" it really means "interacting" with others on some level. There's no other possible way to get along without attempting to communicate with people somehow. Weather you like it or not, you have to accept the fact that wherever you go you'll find "people", lots of them. People who talk and expect you to do same. People from different cultures and backgrounds, with different interpretations of social and personal boundaries.
Well, facing the inevitable reality would be the first step.
The second one would be: let them know your boundaries. Set your limits. Lead your conversations in a way that allows you to drop little lines of information about yourself as you find appropriate. You are not supposed to let people "invade" your privacy. If you are not able to set personal boundaries, people might find a way to keep digging your privacy. Protect yourself!
The second step would be: Balance self protection and social disposition.
People do need people. Deal with it! So, you can either become paranoid or just choose to be a successful civilized person. A person who does not hide from the world afraid of living, but masters your own life.
Learn how to be honest and toughf when setting personel boundaries, but never forget to be gentle and friendly towards people. Remember: Find the balance!
It's all about emotional intelligence. Either you have it or you must develop it.

"Eu" carrasco de mim

Em tempos de crise, quando o próprio "sistema" pelo qual nos regemos todos se torna o nosso maior carrasco, há que se encontrar formas de resistir a maré e chegar a terra firme são e salvo.
Em tempos de desaceleração da riqueza e escassez de recursos econômicos as pessoas tornam-se ainda mais manipuláveis, o assistencialismo vira uma constante, os "especialistas" procuram encontrar a raíz do mal e quase sempre chegam a "brilhante" dedução de que a "culpa" é "efectivamente" do outro... país, governo, organizações internacionais, multinacionais, dos imigrantes, etc etc etc. De facto, todos, de alguma forma, têm a sua cota de culpa activa ou passiva. Entretanto, ninguém, a meu ver, é mais responsável por tudo o que está acontecendo do que "nós", a grande massa, o povo.
Daqui, dos nossos mundinhos medíocres, a vivermos de aparências, em meio a carros importados, televisores de plasma, viagens, roupas mais caras do que os nossos bolsos e gadgets de ponta, tudo, claro, convenientemente bancado pelos cartões de crédito e avultosos empréstimos bancários pagos em prestações a perder de vista, cegos convictos, decidimos deliberadamente ignorar o sofrimento do próximo e a gritante privação dos principais meios de subsistência do outro. Somos 100% coniventes com o sistema e responsáveis por esta e todas as crises que nos assolaram no passado, e que ainda hão de nos assolar no futuro se não mudarmos o nosso modus operandi, a nossa mentalidade pequeno-burguesa.
Você, eu e todos somos carrascos de nós próprios.
De quanto tempo mais precisaremos para entender que este sistema é insustentável tal como vem operando?
As pessoas parecem não perceber que os desastres não acontecem apenas na vida do "outro" e que as contas da miséria do mundo podem bater às suas portas a qualquer minuto. Ninguém está a salvo disso.
Sinto-me cansada, profundamente exaurida. Já aos trinta e tal anos os sonhos de um mundo melhor esvaem-se-me do coração e da alma. Quando era pequena ouvia sempre na escola: "vocês são o futuro e construirão um mundo mais justo". Hoje me pergunto se o passado que encarna o presente ainda terá chance de modificar o futuro. Quantos futuros serão necessários para modificar o mundo?

Just hate this anxiety!

"Anxiety is a psychological and physiological state characterized by cognitive, somatic, emotional, and behavioral components. These components combine to create an unpleasant feeling that is typically associated with uneasiness, fear, or worry..."

And I wonder: would that be a normal momentaneous reaction to stress or merely some twisted new way of living? Do we have to fight the feeling or coop with it?

I've been asking myself: Does my lifestyle have anything to do with it or could this just be me "being me"?

I keep expecting the unexpected. How dum is that?

Letting The Cables Sleep

Uma boa forma de abrir este blog.

A reflexão de um sentimento que não passa com o tempo...

Letting The Cables Sleep

Bush

Composição: Indisponível

You in the dark
You in the pain
You on the run
Living a hell
Living your ghost
Living your end
Never seem to get in the place that I belong
Don't wanna lose the time
Lose the time to come

Whatever you say it's alright
Whatever you do it's all good
Whatever you say it's alright
Silence is not the way
We need to talk about it
If heaven is on the way
If heaven is on the way

You in the sea
On a decline
Breaking the waves
Watching the lights go down
Letting the cables sleep

Whatever you say it's alright
Whatever you do it's all good
Whatever you say it's alright
Silence is not the way
We need to talk about it
If heaven is on the way
We'll wrap the world around it
If heaven is on the way
If heaven is on the way

I'm a stranger in this town
I'm a stranger in this town
I'm a stranger in this town

If heaven is on the way
If heaven is on the way
I'm a stranger in this town
I'm a stranger in this town