Saturday, December 05, 2009
"The Law of Love" moving us to action...
http://www.saintjameswestminster.ca/sermons/090201.pdf
It's Saturday afternoon and I'm home alone...DANCE PARTY! Err...I mean, I need to clean the bathroom, iron a mountain of clothes and vacuum. BUT, before I accomplish the impossible at home today, I'm relaxing and reading.
I'd love to be able to take a drive with my Mum on Sunday morning to London to visit St. James and take part in the service... alas, Cosenza is a bit far for that and so, I'm reading a few of Father Ken's sermons online in PDF format...yay for Father Ken and technology!
I'm reading "Serendipities and surprises" and thinking about how we all have those days where we get a piece of news and are unsure whether it's positive or negative and so, in a state of fear, we panic and feel like a mega death bomb is being dropped on our happy little bubble...obviously, yes, I am talking about myself. Instead, if we attempt for a moment to be rational, we can live the serendipities of life as the unexpected blessings that they are.
http://www.saintjameswestminster.ca/sermons/090510.pdf
Monday, November 30, 2009
Go freaking figure that when I lived in Gainesville, Florida...I lived on the only side of Gainesville where you have to go UP A HILL in order to get to the University on foot.
UP A HILL.
I taught EVERYDAY for 50 minutes.
That means, take the bus...if you have the patience to wait for it, or WALK UP A HILL IN 50 degree weather!!!!
WTF?
I walked. often. cutting through the hospital for temporary relief (air-conditioning)...before trudging up the hill and arriving at class sweaty and disgusting.
In order to mentally prepare, I filled my Ipod with songs that INSPIRE one to walk up a hill in such conditions...and, often, there was a SONG OF THE HILL...sort of like a song for the day.
This is my SONG OF THE HILL for today. I miss you too Joy and Alberto.
U2
Where the streets have no name
I wanna run
I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
Ha...ha...ha...
I want to feel
Sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Ho...ha...
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see our love
See our love turn to rust
Oh, we're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
UP A HILL.
I taught EVERYDAY for 50 minutes.
That means, take the bus...if you have the patience to wait for it, or WALK UP A HILL IN 50 degree weather!!!!
WTF?
I walked. often. cutting through the hospital for temporary relief (air-conditioning)...before trudging up the hill and arriving at class sweaty and disgusting.
In order to mentally prepare, I filled my Ipod with songs that INSPIRE one to walk up a hill in such conditions...and, often, there was a SONG OF THE HILL...sort of like a song for the day.
This is my SONG OF THE HILL for today. I miss you too Joy and Alberto.
U2
Where the streets have no name
I wanna run
I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
Ha...ha...ha...
I want to feel
Sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Ho...ha...
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see our love
See our love turn to rust
Oh, we're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
It felt so good to be home, see my Mum, walk around...and I got my little Canadian flag so I can march around at home in Italy.
Enrico and I have paraded around the house twice already...he just needs to improve his OH Canada anthem.
MUM,
Dr. Asher will not approve of these stitches...sorry, but you have to show him.
Love
Kate
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Hey Joy and Alberto,
Remember when our Dove chocolates used to tell us what to do with our days/months/lives (they had the little saying on the bottom of the wrapper)??!!!
NOW MY TEA BISCOTTI WRAPPERS ARE TELLING ME THINGS!!!! But I must admit, they are pleasant things...on the contrary to the Dove wrappers which would sometimes say "TAKE A BUBBLE BATH TODAY"...screw you Dove...I don't feel like a bubble bath! jk.
So, today my biscotti wrapper said:
Ricordi la magia di quel giorno
accaduto per caso,
perfetto come la nostalgia
che ancora ne provo.
loosely translated with my excellent knowledge of Italian, hahaha:
Remember the magic of that day
which happened by chance,
perfect as its nostalgia
which I still feel.
Let's see what the next wrapper says...
Remember when our Dove chocolates used to tell us what to do with our days/months/lives (they had the little saying on the bottom of the wrapper)??!!!
NOW MY TEA BISCOTTI WRAPPERS ARE TELLING ME THINGS!!!! But I must admit, they are pleasant things...on the contrary to the Dove wrappers which would sometimes say "TAKE A BUBBLE BATH TODAY"...screw you Dove...I don't feel like a bubble bath! jk.
So, today my biscotti wrapper said:
Ricordi la magia di quel giorno
accaduto per caso,
perfetto come la nostalgia
che ancora ne provo.
loosely translated with my excellent knowledge of Italian, hahaha:
Remember the magic of that day
which happened by chance,
perfect as its nostalgia
which I still feel.
Let's see what the next wrapper says...
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Ok, I'm not going to lie, I'm very interested in knowing more about Michael Ignatieff. I need to know more...yes, he's been out of the country for a considerable amount of time, but the gain from that time abroad has my eyes and ears open to learn more about the leader of the Liberal party...
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/politics/we-can-do-better-liberals-declare/article1273297/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Ignatieff
"In The Rights Revolution, Ignatieff identifies three aspects of Canada's approach to human rights that give the country its distinctive culture: 1) On moral issues, Canadian law is secular and liberal, approximating European standards more closely than American ones; 2) Canadian political culture is socially democratic, and Canadians take it for granted that citizens have the right to free health care and public assistance; 3) Canadians place a particular emphasis on group rights, expressed in Quebec's language laws and in treaty agreements that recognize collective aboriginal rights. "Apart from New Zealand, no other country has given such recognition to the idea of group rights," he writes.[21]
Ignatieff states that despite its admirable commitment to equality and group rights, Canadian society still places an unjust burden on women and gays and lesbians, and he says it is still difficult for newcomers of non-British or French descent to form an enduring sense of citizenship. Ignatieff attributes this to the "patch-work quilt of distinctive societies," emphasizing that civic bonds will only be easier when the understanding of Canada as a multinational community is more widely shared."
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/politics/we-can-do-better-liberals-declare/article1273297/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Ignatieff
"In The Rights Revolution, Ignatieff identifies three aspects of Canada's approach to human rights that give the country its distinctive culture: 1) On moral issues, Canadian law is secular and liberal, approximating European standards more closely than American ones; 2) Canadian political culture is socially democratic, and Canadians take it for granted that citizens have the right to free health care and public assistance; 3) Canadians place a particular emphasis on group rights, expressed in Quebec's language laws and in treaty agreements that recognize collective aboriginal rights. "Apart from New Zealand, no other country has given such recognition to the idea of group rights," he writes.[21]
Ignatieff states that despite its admirable commitment to equality and group rights, Canadian society still places an unjust burden on women and gays and lesbians, and he says it is still difficult for newcomers of non-British or French descent to form an enduring sense of citizenship. Ignatieff attributes this to the "patch-work quilt of distinctive societies," emphasizing that civic bonds will only be easier when the understanding of Canada as a multinational community is more widely shared."
Friday, August 28, 2009
Sicily.
Finally. Ten years of waiting.
The cities:
Palermo: dark streets, kind people (our friend Samuele showed us around...A plus for Samuele...and by the way, the corpse is from the Cappuccini catacombs...a little morbid but very interesting), fried foods, a cultural vucciria (confusion...in a good way)...I absolutely loved this city and its chaos.
Agrigento: Beautiful ruins, home of Pirandello, gorgeous alabaster sea steps, and a very nice bed and breakfast called "Arco Ubriaco".
Catania: Culture, history and a touch of Granada, Nicaragua at lunch time when there is no one out on the streets...
Taormina: a wild, little cliff-top town...full of designer stores and precious side streets...packed with people...so much to look at all the time that it was mildly overwhelming.
I love love love Sicily.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
A bit slow, perhaps un poco melancolica...pero me gusta mucho el sonido...
http://www.musicroom.it/articolo/neffa-testo-di-lontano-dal-tuo-sole/6757/
Lontano dal tuo sole
di Neffa
Sono pronto per rialzarmi ancora,
e il momento che aspettavo è ora
nonostante questo cielo sembri chiuso su di me
nessuno mi vede
nessuno mi sente,
ma non per questo io non rido più.
Io son qui in un mondo che ormai
gira intorno a vuoto
lontano dal tuo sole
e piove, ma io qualche cosa farò
per sentire ancora
tutto il calore che ora non ho
e avere un po’ di pace che ora non ho
e luce nei miei occhi che ora non ho
una direzione giusta che ora non ho
…che ora non ho
Sulla strada
troppe stelle spente
la tua mano ora servirebbe
troppa gente alza il dito
e poi lo punta su di me.
Nessuno mi crede, davvero innocente,
ma non per questo io non vivo più.
Io sono qui in un mondo che ormai
gira intorno a vuoto
lontano dal tuo sole,
e piove mai io qualche cosa farò
per sentire ancora
tutto il calore che ora non ho
e avere un po’ di pace
che ora non ho
e luce nei miei occhi
che ora non ho
una direzione giusta
che ora non ho
E avere un po’ di pace
che ora non ho
e luce nei miei occhi
che ora non ho
una direzione giusta
che ora non ho
http://www.musicroom.it/articolo/neffa-testo-di-lontano-dal-tuo-sole/6757/
Lontano dal tuo sole
di Neffa
Sono pronto per rialzarmi ancora,
e il momento che aspettavo è ora
nonostante questo cielo sembri chiuso su di me
nessuno mi vede
nessuno mi sente,
ma non per questo io non rido più.
Io son qui in un mondo che ormai
gira intorno a vuoto
lontano dal tuo sole
e piove, ma io qualche cosa farò
per sentire ancora
tutto il calore che ora non ho
e avere un po’ di pace che ora non ho
e luce nei miei occhi che ora non ho
una direzione giusta che ora non ho
…che ora non ho
Sulla strada
troppe stelle spente
la tua mano ora servirebbe
troppa gente alza il dito
e poi lo punta su di me.
Nessuno mi crede, davvero innocente,
ma non per questo io non vivo più.
Io sono qui in un mondo che ormai
gira intorno a vuoto
lontano dal tuo sole,
e piove mai io qualche cosa farò
per sentire ancora
tutto il calore che ora non ho
e avere un po’ di pace
che ora non ho
e luce nei miei occhi
che ora non ho
una direzione giusta
che ora non ho
E avere un po’ di pace
che ora non ho
e luce nei miei occhi
che ora non ho
una direzione giusta
che ora non ho
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