purple and red and yellow and on fire What were the skies like when u were young? They went on for ever and they when I we lived in Arizona and the skies always had little fluffy clouds and err… they were long and clear and there were lots of stars, at night. And errr when it rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful, the most beautiful skies as a matter of fact, the sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire and the clouds would catch the colours everywhere, thats, its neat because I used to look at them all the time when i was little. You don't see that.
Layering different sounds on top of each other Layering different sounds on top of each
Lyrics to Orbital's "Little Fluffy Clouds "
I never tire of looking out the window when flying. It's a different world up there. The clouds are upside down. I thought of Orbital's lovely "Little Puffy Clouds" when flying last week, just a few days before the 10th anniversary of terrible 9/11. -gw
Orbital toured stat, eside during October 2001, less than a month after September 11th. I was lucky enough to tag along for the majority of the tour.
On the 13th October we ended up in New York and Orbital played a fantastic gig at the Roseland Ballroom. The day after i decided to clear my tired head by walking from the Hotel to Battery Park. On the way i visited Ground Zero. This film is what i saw…
The is my own acknowledgement to the terrible day on September 11th. My thoughts are with those who lost their love ones and to those who have been affected by the events from that day.
Film : Steve Price Music : Loopz – “Night (version 1)”
Human strife and religious disagreement complex and disfigure the simple purity and beauty of the divine Cause until clouds obscure the light of reality and disunion results. Therefore, make use of intelligence and reason so that you may dispel these dense clouds from the horizon of human hearts and all hold to the one reality of all the Prophets. It is most certain that if human souls exercise their respective reason and intelligence upon the divine questions, the power of God will dispel every difficulty, and the eternal realities will appear as one light, one truth, one love, one God and a peace that is universal.
We arrived in Wakeman, Ohio, cousins all, for a reunion in a place to which we all could trace our roots, the 40 or so acres, originally, of Friendly Farm, where the grandmother and grandfather we have in common lived for a number of years. In Cousin Helen's lovely home we gathered the first night at 9 p.m. for a dinner featuring garden produce grown a few feet out the front and back doors.
A farmhose B&B, where six of us stayed just down the road from Helen's, constituted a marvelous place to take pictures the next morning. -gw
O SON OF BEING! Thy Paradise is My love; thy heavenly home, reunion with Me. Enter therein and tarry not. This is that which hath been destined for thee in Our kingdom above and Our exalted dominion.
And we are homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody sing hello, hello, hello Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody cry why, why, why? Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody sing hello, hello, hello Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody cry why, why, why? Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Paul Simon, "Homeless"
I had walked in the Illahee Preserve since last December before I came across any evidence of a homeless camp. There used to be a lot of camps like this in the Illahee in the past, I understand. The homeless in Kitsap County have these services to turn to, as an alternative to the woods, but homelessness is hardly growing smaller, given the very difficult economy. -gw
Is it possible for one member of a family to be subjected to the utmost misery and to abject poverty and for the rest of the family to be comfortable? It is impossible unless those members of the family be senseless, atrophied, inhospitable, unkind. Then they would say, “Though these members do belong to our family—let them alone. Let us look after ourselves. Let them die. So long as I am comfortable, I am honored, I am happy—this my brother—let him die. If he be in misery let him remain in misery, so long as I am comfortable. If he is hungry let him remain so; I am satisfied. If he is without clothes, so long as I am clothed, let him remain as he is. If he is shelterless, homeless, so long as I have a home, let him remain in the wilderness.”
Such utter indifference in the human family is due to in its midst. If kindness had been shown to the members of this family surely all the members thereof would have enjoyed comfort and happiness.
This what you can truly call "new music," recorded on September 10th and uploaded to Samuel's blog on the 13th.
Dear George,
I just posted a little video of a friend singing a Baha'i song at the Baha'i House of Worship in New Delhi, India. I thought I might share it with you in case you might be inspired to share it with your readers. No pressure. Hope you like it!
The video and all the details are all here: http://samuelbenoit.wordpress.com/2011/09/14/iain/
Samuel
Iain Nabil Ferguson performing the words of Baha'u'llah at the Baha'i House of Worship in New Delhi, India on the morning of Saturday the 10 September, 2011.
Where, oh where, oh where is Susie? Where, oh where, oh where is Susie? Where, oh where, of where is Susie? Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.
Chorus: Picking up paw-paws; put 'em in a basket. Picking up paw-paws; put 'em in a basket. Picking up paw-paws;put 'em in a basket. Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.
Come along, boys, and let's go find her. Come along, boys, and let's go find her. Come along, boys, and let's go find her. Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch
They have fulfilled their dearest hopes in the Abhá Paradise; they have tasted the honey of reunion in the congregation of the Lord. Such souls as these profited from their existence here on earth: they plucked the fruit of life.
On Labor Day we were hiking Baker Lake trail minding our own business, when I heard the sound of an airplaine. At first we couldn't quite see it through the trees, but then, there it was, making a long pass up the lake, turning around for another pass down the lake, and then turning again for a third run, this time putting pontoons down on the water and landing. In a few minutes we could see it parked on the rocky shore there where Noisy Creek rushes into the lake when we returned to where we had parked our canoe. The pilot had not been alone. He had come with his two little boys for an hour at the beach. Thoughtful Dad. -gw
O ye dear children! Your father is compassionate, clement and merciful unto you and desireth for you success, prosperity and eternal life in the Kingdom of God. Therefore, it is incumbent upon you, dear children, to seek his good pleasure, to be guided by his guidance, to be drawn by the magnet of the love of God and be brought up in the lap of the love of God; that ye may become beautiful branches in the Gardens of EL-ABHÁ, verdant and watered by the abundance of the gift of God.
Longtime readers of Baha’i Views know that there is a special relationship between Tacoma and Cambodia. Tacoma was a center for Cambodian immigration back in the mid-80s. At one time we had seven of the nine former members of a Baha’i Spiritual Assembly that served Camp 6 along the Thai-Cambodian border living in our community. I have fond memories of some of the Baha’i holy days we celebrated with Cambodian Baha’is, members of the Tacoma community, who lived in the Salishan neighborhood back in the early 90′s. I remember also much more recently manning a booth at a Phnom Penh-inspired Water Festival held in Tacoma, organized by Daran Kravahn.
Cambodia has suffered greatly in the past, It was, after all, the location of the so-called Killing Fields back in the 1970′s. I was impressed at a professional conference I attended a few years back upon learning that the presenter had traveled to Cambodia to offer her expertise in addressing trauma.
And so I come to Wendy, who is a new Flickr contact based in Indonesia. She is from Vancouver, Canada, originally and blogs as Wendyworld on TravelPod. Here is a recent set she took in Cambodia of the Chong Khneas Floating Village, photos which prompted my current reflection on my connection to that country. -gw
Some other Baha’i Views posts that mention Cambodia.
One plant likes the bright sunshine, another the cool shade; one loves the water’s edge and another the dry knoll; one thrives best on sandy soil and another on rich loam. Each must have its needs appropriately supplied, else its perfections can never be fully revealed.
Counselor Borna Noureddin provided fascinating guidance on the Baha'i institute process to the friends gathered in Bellevue for a Baha'i assistants meeting in early August. How many study circles are cobbled together with individuals who didn't already know each other at the outset? How much more effective to raise up a study circle within an existing group. Exploring social spaces never made so much sense. The Baha'i Faith will grow within communities and involve people who already know each other. -gw
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