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a lovers voice
November 2009 
The old king is dead,long live the king
Posted on Nov 4th, 2009
by 
B.B.
B.B.
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for November 04, 2009:
The Abrams Brothers "Viva la Vida" official music video
I think caring is like a tide,ebbing and flowing with an imaginary moon guiding it along in a way that is never to really be understood,so many factors coming into play aside from gravity in the form of a heart and soul,and the good and bad shit that happens to us while living this life.
If I took a video camera and followed people at random the lens would capture everybody ,at one time or another,performing caring rituals.
A nurse skipping a break to just sit with a family whose life has been changed forever by illness or death....and the moments after ,when the compass is gone,and aloneness so profound sets in,and in a crisis lending ones own compass is only three letters away from compassion...and later in a hurry neglecting to listen to his child's voice,his lover's voice, and moments away the sound of change falling into hands no questions asked,and a week later an afternoon spent redifining the lines of his lover's body,reconnecting with children his children,ebb and flow ebb and flow
Watching as she takes the dry bread and breaks it into tiny crumbs for the birds,and then scattering nuts for the squirrels.We now have the street's largest population of live in squirrels,and birds and each day I am privy to a corner of the city that I call home as the disney fiesta takes over and I have smiled more than once more than a thousand times. Yet we can pass a homeless person without a second glance,no nuts,no bread only to take in another soul,and comfort sweet blessed comfort,and a coffee slid into the hands of a sans abri,minus 40 degrees and him sleeping in the atm...ebb and flow ,ebb and flow
How to measure a life....I think when I do it almost invaribly sets it up for irony
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Love this…..that caringness flows to and from us…I agree it's more useful and inspiring to speak of moments of care rather than the virtue of the embodied carer..thanks, Jon x
it's hard, so hard. i see those faces, hear the silent cry of need, and turn away ashamed, knowing i am not doing enough for them. never enough.
“The old king is dead,long live the king”,since a child this phrase has me feling rather weird sort of chills and wtf
Since it seems like niceness is this thing to strive for I feel out of the loop,I'd rather just do what comes naturally and perhaps be consider less than saintly,than to to be this bland smiley self scarificing maetyr,I am probably one of the few people who thought Of Mother Theresa as a syndrome more than a person