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Saturday, December 10, 2011
mataia mataia - Peggy Zina
Ποια λέξη ενώνει τα χείλη
σ' όσους δηλώνουνε πως είναι απλώς δυο φίλοι
ποια λέξη να πάρω για μάγο
ποια λέξη να σπάσει τον πάγο
Ποια λέξη χωρίς να σε ξέρει
ίσως να μ' άφηνε να σου κρατάω το χέρι
ποια λέξη μπορείς να μαντέψεις
που άμα στην πω ίσως δεν την πιστέψεις
Να σου πω πως σε θέλω
ή να είμαστε φίλοι
να σου πω πως πεθαίνω
ή να κάνω πως ζω
Να σου πω πως σε θέλω
ή σφραγίζω τα χείλη
η πιο δύσκολη λέξη
είναι το σ' αγαπώ.
Μάταια, μάταια τα ψέματα
φαίνονται όλα μεσ' τα βλέμματα
μάταια τη φωτιά αρνιόμαστε
πάντοτε μόνοι μας καιγόμαστε
όποια λέξη κι αν πω
όποια λέξη κι αν πω
Ποια λέξη σαν αίνιγμα σκέτο
πίνει μαζί μου και μου αδειάζει το πακέτο
ποια λέξη αν σωπαίνω με πνίγει
που όμως κι αν την πω στη σιωπή καταλήγει
Να σου πω πως σε θέλω
ή να είμαστε φίλοι
να σου πω πως πεθαίνω
ή να κάνω πως ζω
Να σου πω πως σε θέλω
ή σφραγίζω τα χείλη
η πιο δύσκολη λέξη
είναι το σ' αγαπώ.
Μάταια, μάταια τα ψέματα
φαίνονται όλα μεσ' τα βλέμματα
μάταια τη φωτιά αρνιόμαστε
πάντοτε μόνοι μας καιγόμαστε
όποια λέξη κι αν πω
όποια λέξη κι αν πω
Friday, December 9, 2011
Xmas around the world in pictures
http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/12/beginning_to_look_a_lot_like_c.html
Thursday, December 8, 2011
The Dreaming Festival
http://www.thedreamingfestival.com/
Woodford Folk Festival is 6 days and nights of pure delight, from December 27th - January 1st. One of Australia's most iconic festivals, Woodford is an annual pilgrimage for tens of thousands of people who come to celebrate the depth and diversity of Australian culture through music, performing arts, street theatre, comedy, circus, workshops, debate, discussion, folk medicine, the Greenhouse venue for the planet, a complete Kid's festival, films, vaudeville, ceremony and ritual.. Set in a lush 500 acre valley called Woodfordia, dedicated to the arts, humanities and the environment, the festival is imbued with an atmosphere coined the Spirit of Woodford.
This event takes place on New Year's Day every year at the Woodford Folk Festival (north of Brisbane, Queensland, Australia). It's the perfect way to say good bye to the old year and welcome the new one. There's a different theme each year and it's nothing short of spectacular.
The Woodford Folk Festival is absolutely amazing!
Woodford Folk Festival is 6 days and nights of pure delight, from December 27th - January 1st. One of Australia's most iconic festivals, Woodford is an annual pilgrimage for tens of thousands of people who come to celebrate the depth and diversity of Australian culture through music, performing arts, street theatre, comedy, circus, workshops, debate, discussion, folk medicine, the Greenhouse venue for the planet, a complete Kid's festival, films, vaudeville, ceremony and ritual.. Set in a lush 500 acre valley called Woodfordia, dedicated to the arts, humanities and the environment, the festival is imbued with an atmosphere coined the Spirit of Woodford.
This event takes place on New Year's Day every year at the Woodford Folk Festival (north of Brisbane, Queensland, Australia). It's the perfect way to say good bye to the old year and welcome the new one. There's a different theme each year and it's nothing short of spectacular.
The Woodford Folk Festival is absolutely amazing!
Monday, December 5, 2011
Killing your dreams - Paulo Coelho
The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.
The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.
And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.
When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.
And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/02/20/our-dream/
The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.
And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.
When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.
And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/02/20/our-dream/
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Naxa mia kardia akomi - Notis Sfakianakis
Αν δεν σε είχα ερωτευτεί και άν δεν ήσουνα πληγή
Θα 'ταν όλα ίδια, ίδια με το χθές μα ήρθες και με καίς...
Μαζί σου έμαθα πολλά κι έζησα πιο δυνατά...
Έκανα ταξίδια, γνώρισα γκρεμό δίπλα στον Θεό
Ένα τσιγγανάκι είπε πως ο έρωτας με βρήκε στο δικό σου σώμα αγκαλιά...
Είπε να προσέχω όμως, θα 'ναι απότομος ο δρόμος και θα μας σκοτώσει ξαφνικά...
Αν δεν σε είχα ερωτευτεί θα'χε φύγει η ζωή δίχως μιαν αλήθεια...
πάθος μου γλυκό πάντα θα'μαι εδώ...
Ένα τσιγγανάκι είπε πως ο έρωτας με βρήκε στο δικό σου σώμα αγκαλιά...
Είπε να προσέχω όμως θα 'ναι απότομος ο δρόμος και θα μας σκοτώσει ξαφνικά...
Ένα τσιγγανάκι είπε πως ο έρωτας με βρήκε στο δικό σου σώμα αγκαλιά...
Είπε να προσέχω όμως θα 'ναι απότομος ο δρόμος και θα μας σκοτώσει ξαφνικά...
Τον κόσμο πες μου, πως ν' ανατρέψω
και πως ν' αλλάξω παρελθόν...
Που έχω ακόμα σ' όλο το σώμα,
πληγές φιλιά ενός κραγιόν
Φτερά γυρεύω να ταξιδεύω σε καινούριους ουρανούς...
Πόλεις και χώρες, που έχουν τις ώρες και δεν τις φτάνει ούτε νούς...
Ρόλος κομπάρσου ήμουν κοντά σου,
φλέβα που είχε πια κοπεί...
Ισορροπούσα με όσα ζούσα
και μ' όσα δεν μου είχες πει...
Φτερά γυρεύω να ταξιδεύω σε καινούριους ουρανούς...
Πόλεις και χώρες, που έχουν τις ώρες και δεν τις φτάνει ούτε νούς...
Φτερά γυρεύω να ταξιδεύω σε καινούριους ουρανούς...
Πόλεις και χώρες, που έχουν τις ώρες και δεν τις φτάνει ούτε νούς...
Κοίτα με λίγο να χαρείς,
να πεις πως δεν αντέχεις,
μαζί μου θέλεις να καείς,
ξοπίσω μου να τρέχεις.
Με δυο σταλιές Ανατολή,
τη Δύση θα στολίσω,
ν' αναστενάξει όλη η γη,
στην τρέλα να μεθύσω.
Με πιάνει η τρέλα το πρωί
και ο καημός τα βράδια,
που μου 'χεις βγάλει τη ψυχή,
με όλα αυτά τα νάζια.
Έστρωσα μαγικό χαλί,
μαζί σου να πετάξω,
άναψες μ' ένα σου φιλί,
φωτιά για να σε κάψω.
Να 'χα μια καρδιά ακόμα,
μες τ' ατέλειωτο σου σώμα.
Τη φωτιά σου ν' ανταμώσει
και αγάπη να μου δώσει.
Να 'χα κι ένα ποτηράκι,
να γεμίσω με φαρμάκι,
να το πίνω "άσπρο πάτο",
που με κάνεις άνω κάτω.!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Connie Talbot - Holiday Magic
http://www.youtube.com/artist/Connie_Talbot
Connie Talbot (born 20 November 2000) is an English child singer from Streetly, Aldridge, in the Metropolitan Borough of Walsall, West Midlands. She rose to fame in 2007 when she reached the final of the television talent show Britain's Got Talent, where she was runner-up toPaul Potts. Talbot was supposed to sign with Sony BMG but the label pulled out of the deal due to her age.
Talbot signed with Rainbow Recording Company and released her debut album Over the Rainbow in the UK on 26 November 2007. The album was re-released 18 June 2008 with a new track listing, and the first single from the album, a cover of Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds", was released on 10 June.
Despite its negative critical reception, Over the Rainbow has sold over 250,000 copies worldwide and reached number one in three countries. Since the initial album release, Talbot has performed publicly and on television in Europe, the U.S. and across Asia, where her music had gained recognition through YouTube. Her second album, Connie Talbot's Christmas Album, was released on 24 November 2008; her third, Holiday Magic, was released in late 2009. While pursuing her musical career, Talbot attends primary school living in Streetly with her family. She has continued to contribute video posts of herself performing on her Youtube channel.* Wikipedia*
Friday, December 2, 2011
Greek Stray Cats Calendar
They cost 10 euros, with every single cent of profit going straight to Nine Lives’ neutering and feeding programmes for stray and abandoned cats in Athens.
To order, just email us at ninelivesgreece@gmail.com including your name, address, telephone number and number of copies required, and we – with the help of the Greek Post Office – will do the rest!
For Greek residents, if you live in Athens, we will try our best to arrange a hand-over rendezvous to avoid the extra postage costs.
Otherwise, we can send your calendars via the Greek Post Office’s ‘Cash on Delivery’ system.Residents of other countries, your payment can be made into our Alpha Bank account,
IBAN number GR27 0140 1280 1280 0278 6010 729, BIC: CRBAGRAA (the account is in the names Kefalopoulou/Mataragka), but please email us with your order first, and we will confirm your order and the cost of the postal charges before you make your payment.
IBAN number GR27 0140 1280 1280 0278 6010 729, BIC: CRBAGRAA (the account is in the names Kefalopoulou/Mataragka), but please email us with your order first, and we will confirm your order and the cost of the postal charges before you make your payment.
Our most grateful thanks for supporting Nine Lives and helping the stray cats of Athens have a happier New Year!
Three year prison sentence for Voskopoulos
An Athens court on Wednesday handed down a suspended three-year prison sentence on veteran popular singer Tolis Voskopoulos for income tax evasion to the tune of 5.5 million euros.
The singer's lawyer told the Athens Court of First Instance that Voskopoulos had been unable to sell properties to pay his dues as all his assets have been frozen. The lawyer argued too that his client's income had dwindled significantly over the years and comprised only royalties from his records and 3,500 euros per month from a rented property in Korydallos, near Piraeus.
Last October, a rapporteur at the Council of State, the country's highest administrative court, recommended the dismissal of seven appeals lodged by Voskopoulos against the tax evasion charges.
The singer had appealed against the charges on the grounds of his health, which he claimed had deteriorated following heart surgery last May. The rapporteur called for the 70-year-old singer's appeals to be dismissed as «unjustifiable."
Wednesday February 2, 2011
Copyright: http://www.ekathimerini.com
The singer's lawyer told the Athens Court of First Instance that Voskopoulos had been unable to sell properties to pay his dues as all his assets have been frozen. The lawyer argued too that his client's income had dwindled significantly over the years and comprised only royalties from his records and 3,500 euros per month from a rented property in Korydallos, near Piraeus.
Last October, a rapporteur at the Council of State, the country's highest administrative court, recommended the dismissal of seven appeals lodged by Voskopoulos against the tax evasion charges.
The singer had appealed against the charges on the grounds of his health, which he claimed had deteriorated following heart surgery last May. The rapporteur called for the 70-year-old singer's appeals to be dismissed as «unjustifiable."
Wednesday February 2, 2011
Copyright: http://www.ekathimerini.com
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
EquiSpiritus (breath of the horse)
This conscious connection teaches us that it is possible to live fully in the "now" as horses do, quietly creating a lasting and respectful relationship with an animal that outweighs us ten-fold! The only true request horses have for humans, is that we be completely congruent. That is, our emotional (inner) life must match the physical self we show them. A human who is smiling on the outside and fearful or sad on the inside is confusing to a horse, who reads all emotion simply as "energy".
Fortunately for humans, horses do not assign "good" or "bad" to particular emotions. To them, it is all energy or, "it is what it is." Authentically expressed and released, emotions like grief or joy will be met with a horse's sigh, a yawn or the offering of a neck for the human to cry into. Now that's relationship! In contrast, when we are less than completely congruent, horses will reflect back to us their displeasure by disengaging or simply use their "flight" response to move away from what is confusing and in their eyes, threatening to their safety.
http://www.equispiritus.net/philosophy
Monday, November 28, 2011
Zorba and Buddha
In a Catholic church I was once amazed to listen to a bishop mentioning a rather unorthodox reference to forgiveness. This was not from the Bible or a Christian text, but from Zorba the Greek, the famous novel byNikos Kazantzakis, made also into a very popular movie starring Anthony Quinn.
Zorba is a most vibrant and earthy old man incorporating the orgiastic spirit of Dionysus, the archetype of ecstasy, sensuality and exuberance. When I was an Osho sannyasin I often heard Osho talking about Zorba as the model of the new man and his unorthodox spirituality in contrast with ordinary religion. For Osho the new man is Zorba the Buddha, a combination between Zorba the Greek and Gautama the Buddha. “He will be Christ and Epicurus together. Religion failed because it was too other-worldly. It neglected this world. And you cannot neglect this world; to neglect this world is to neglect your own roots.” (Osho, The Times of India, 8 June 2004). Hence I was astonished to hear about Zorba in a bishop’s Catholic homely.
The bishop quoted the following passage in which Zorba describes his idea about God:
"I think of God as being exactly like me. Only bigger, stronger, crazier. And immortal, into the bargain. He's sitting on a pile of soft sheepskins, and his hut's the sky. […] In his right hand he's holding not a knife or a pair of scales - those damned instruments are meant for butchers and grocers - no, he's holding a large sponge full of water, like a rain cloud. […] Here comes a soul; the poor little thing's quite naked, because it's lost its cloak - its body, I mean - and it's shivering. [...] The naked soul throws itself at God's feet. 'Mercy!' it cries. 'I have sinned.' And away it goes reciting its sins. It recites a whole rigmarole and there's no end to it. God thinks this is too much of a good thing. He yawns. 'For heaven's sake stop!' he shouts. 'I've heard enough of all that!' Flap! Slap! A wipe of the sponge, and he washes out all the sins. 'Away with you, clear out, run off to Paradise!' he says to the soul. […] Because God, you know, is a great lord, and that's what being a lord means: to forgive!"
Astroshamans features articles on various topics (please browse column below) and in particular on holistic awareness, sacred relationships, spiritual healing, experiential astrology, astroshamanism and holistic Christianity.
Astroshamanism is a holistic system of healing aimed at expanding human consciousness through the integration of shamanism with astrology, the mystery traditions and other paths of inner wisdom. Editor: Franco Santoro.
Astroshamanism is a holistic system of healing aimed at expanding human consciousness through the integration of shamanism with astrology, the mystery traditions and other paths of inner wisdom. Editor: Franco Santoro.
The Freedom of love
Our hearts have entrances only,
and no exits.
Worldly sayings are composed to comfort,
but they only rob.
Once love has entered the heart,
there it remains forever.
The beloved is now in our blood,
carrying life to us.
Always welcome to stay or go,
is why love gives life.
Trapped and held by greed or fear,
love suffers and the soul aches.
Letting go does not mean send away.
Letting go means set free.
and no exits.
Worldly sayings are composed to comfort,
but they only rob.
Once love has entered the heart,
there it remains forever.
The beloved is now in our blood,
carrying life to us.
Always welcome to stay or go,
is why love gives life.
Trapped and held by greed or fear,
love suffers and the soul aches.
Letting go does not mean send away.
Letting go means set free.
Jesus loves me this I know for the bible tells me so
The Word of God does not need to defend Himself.
He simply is what He is.
In the same way, brethren, all who follow Jesus, all who believe and stand on the Word, who preach, like the angel of the last days, the eternal gospel, just preach Christ, to yourself by submitting all your thoughts to the Word of God, to others by proving on the battlefield of your body that you follow Christ the Victor over sin, and to all those whom the Lord places in your path by your courtesy and generosity, and by always having a spirit of welcome, for men have welcomed angels without knowing it (Hebrews 13:2).
http://www.allaboutjesuschrist.org/
The story of the prodigal son
The latter parable appears in Luke 15:11-32 and tells the story of a man with two sons.
The younger claims and gets the share of his inheritance while his father is still alive, and then moves to a remote country, where he squanders all his resources. He then suffers misery and hunger, until he comes to his senses and decides to return home. “I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.” So he returns home to his father and “while he was still a long way off, his father saw him coming. Filled with love and compassion, he ran to his son, embraced him, and kissed him.” The son says: “Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.” Yet the father does not pay any attention to his words and in full excitement calls his servants and says: “Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.” Hence they all begin to celebrate.
The older brother is jealous at his father’s attitude towards the unfaithful brother and complains: “All these years I’ve slaved for you and never once refused to do a single thing you told me to. And in all that time you never gave me even one young goat for a feast with my friends. Yet when this son of yours comes back after squandering your money on prostitutes, you celebrate by killing the fattened calf!” But the father responds: ‘Look, dear son, you have always stayed by me, and everything I have is yours. We had to celebrate this happy day. For your brother was dead and has come back to life! He was lost, but now he is found!”
This story is most touching because many of us can identify with the Prodigal Son, and feel God as an unconditionally loving father. Here forgiveness comes instantly. The father is not at all interested in hearing the confession and repentance of his son. All he wants is celebration.
What is more striking in the parable is the fact that when the father sees his son arriving far away, he rushes to meet him with embraces and kisses. He is not interested to hear any confession or word or repentance. What counts is that the son has returned. He does not need to implore any forgiveness since he has already been forgiven. What is unveiled here is a loving God who sees us as sinless. As far as he is concerned there is nothing to forgive. Here forgiveness depends on our own initiative to return to God, and not on God’s mercy.
http://astroshamanic.blogspot.com/2011/04/prodigal-son-revisited-blessings-and.htmlSaturday, November 26, 2011
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