All that jazz

all that jazz.... It has occurred to me, in more ways than one. That If I could write a book,jazz would be mentioned. I love all that's jazz. I have all of a suddent come to befriend it.... My idea of a good day is not only about me, but of course of the notes in between. We get messages in life, we try our best at times to ignore , possibly erase them. Is it because,we often, too many times, think we do not deserve them. Tell me I am crazy, ideaslistic, illogical...stupid. Jazz, it teaches me to be just that. A friend actually reckons that there is a place between heaven and hell. would you believe her if she told you that this place only for those who philosophise about life, never find solutions, though society demands otherwise. I believe it, I buy it. Jazz, stripped of any fusion is the ultimate illustration of how the life we lead, is absolutely divine. All that is dead,does not deserve my attentive love. Music allows me to live, to open up and treat myself with desperate gentleness and admiration. Jazz manages to heal me, though turmoil prevails. Yes, I agree, friend. good books, good music sometimes that is all I need, all that jazz.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Something to remember...

"A woman's highest calling is to lead a man to his soul, so as to unite him with Source. Her lowest calling is to seduce, separating man from his soul and leave him aimlessly wandering.
A man's highest calling is to protect woman, so she is free to walk the earth unharmed. Man's lowest calling is to ambush and force his way into the life of a woman."
from CHEROKEE WISDOM
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