Voice for Peace
Voice for Peace's Journal"Festival of Lights" is something we've celebrated. All the winter traditions are about
light in time of darkness, and hope.
I clean away dust, so all surfaces in the house are reflective,
and light lights and candles through the dark weeks.
It's not about being an atheist which I'm not, or religious,
which I'm not -- it's about the beauty of light, how it takes
darkness away.
I've never been a political junkie
but DU is turning me into one.
DU's like the heroin dealer who invites you over
and gets you high.. you'll be back....
Name a Republican strategy after a beautiful creature
and do not expect success.
Higgs-Boson Themself* will introduce chaos.
*(They are anonymous, they are legion, they do not forget
and they are on our side.)
this is a real beauty, courtesy of FB/ United Against Homophobia
This halloween, scare your friends by inviting them to enter
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https://www.google.com/search?q=monstrous+hybrid+vortex&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US fficial&client=firefox-a
Dear President Obama: NO CONCESSION if they try to steal this thing
You know you're supposed to get those four more years.
I will chip in for lawsuits if needed.
I voted this morning! New Mexico Early Voting
They didn't ask for any ID, just name address and date of birth.
They use paper ballots.
There was a steady stream of people, but no wait.
WONDERFUL: The Island Where People Forget To Die
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/28/magazine/the-island-where-people-forget-to-die.html?smid=fb-share&_r=0In 1943, a Greek war veteran named Stamatis Moraitis came to the United States for treatment of a combat-mangled arm. Hed survived a gunshot wound, escaped to Turkey and eventually talked his way onto the Queen Elizabeth, then serving as a troopship, to cross the Atlantic. Moraitis settled in Port Jefferson, N.Y., an enclave of countrymen from his native island, Ikaria. He quickly landed a job doing manual labor. Later, he moved to Boynton Beach, Fla. Along the way, Moraitis married a Greek-American woman, had three children and bought a three-bedroom house and a 1951 Chevrolet.
One day in 1976, Moraitis felt short of breath. Climbing stairs was a chore; he had to quit working midday. After X-rays, his doctor concluded that Moraitis had lung cancer. As he recalls, nine other doctors confirmed the diagnosis. They gave him nine months to live. He was in his mid-60s.
Moraitis considered staying in America and seeking aggressive cancer treatment at a local hospital. That way, he could also be close to his adult children. But he decided instead to return to Ikaria, where he could be buried with his ancestors in a cemetery shaded by oak trees that overlooked the Aegean Sea. He figured a funeral in the United States would cost thousands, a traditional Ikarian one only $200, leaving more of his retirement savings for his wife, Elpiniki. Moraitis and Elpiniki moved in with his elderly parents, into a tiny, whitewashed house on two acres of stepped vineyards near Evdilos, on the north side of Ikaria. At first, he spent his days in bed, as his mother and wife tended to him. He reconnected with his faith. On Sunday mornings, he hobbled up the hill to a tiny Greek Orthodox chapel where his grandfather once served as a priest. When his childhood friends discovered that he had moved back, they started showing up every afternoon. Theyd talk for hours, an activity that invariably involved a bottle or two of locally produced wine. I might as well die happy, he thought.
In the ensuing months, something strange happened. He says he started to feel stronger. One day, feeling ambitious, he planted some vegetables in the garden. He didnt expect to live to harvest them, but he enjoyed being in the sunshine, breathing the ocean air. Elpiniki could enjoy the fresh vegetables after he was gone.
Continued at link:
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/28/magazine/the-island-where-people-forget-to-die.html?smid=fb-share&_r=0)
You Don't Own Me PSA
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