A few weeks ago I wrote about bidding on a photo at the Documentary Arts Asia anniversary party. This week i snapped a copy. This is why I didn't go to Burma.
There are many people in some provinces being slaughtered daily. The photo journalist got the shot...a one in a million of the child running for his life.
PAUSE
When I cross the midway point of my journey here, I start to realize how easy it is for me in this environment. I pull people that are not looking to say...sorry didn't mean to do that...but are taking responsibility for their actions and living examine lives. I recognize more that many in my home life are well meaning people with little regard for the effect of their actions. And much or their actions are like a bull in a china closet. Like my community....everyone is welcome...why don't they just come in...well you just don't get it. You only see the welcome when you think you belong.
I am an educated self examining person but it only now at the late time that I know that sometimes I am skillful at life and sometimes not. You have to be aware and skillful to know possibility. To use your intelligence and insight effectively, you need good instincts, intention and feelings.
I don't want to be just well meaning but I want to Think, and be well considered.
I need quiet time to think and reflect and so I can be well prepared for what is presented.
Enough brain braking. Joy and love .
Friday, February 07, 2014
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