English is Cool

sábado, dezembro 26

The Crocodile and the Butterfly

Once there was a young crocodile. He was lying on a log in a river, basking in the sun. He had a very serious look on his face - it’s a very intense business, being a crocodile! Crocodiles have a long history to live up to - as carnivorous predators, cold-blooded assassins, and direct descendants of the dinosaurs. This crocodile was pondering his great responsibility when all of a sudden, a beautiful red butterfly landed on his nose.

At first, he was indignant. Couldn’t she see that he was deep in thought, that he was contemplating serious matters? But she seemed oblivious, and every time he breathed, she would float up in the air and then gently return, caressing his nose with her velvet-soft wings. Then he’d breathe again, and up she’d go, and then gently she’d come back.

This became like a meditation for the crocodile, and the energy changed completely. He was mesmerized by the butterfly’s beauty and softness, and the energy of love began to grow between them. A happiness spread through his being. He was no longer a crocodile, and she was no longer a butterfly. They were one, in the union of love.

When humanity puts away its differences and comes back to the perfection of union, we will experience harmony and peace on this planet. But first, it must begin with our own hearts.

The ideal world is found within. There is nothing to change outside - we need only to heal ourselves.

Isha Judd

quinta-feira, dezembro 24

Merry Christmas

Hi there Internet, we don't want you to fret
But we are not doing splendidly
It is very cold out here in the snow
Without our friend David Bellamy
Bill Oddie's doing stuff, but it's not enough
So can you do one thing for me
We have had to fight for every single bite
While you scarf your Christmas tea
That is why we say, oh yes yet again
Can you do one thing for me
Breathing places space to roam
Somewhere that I can call my home
Wish I could be safe and sound
In a bucket beneath the ground
Daba daba dum…
Wish I had a home for Christmas
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

domingo, dezembro 13

on bafflement

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Wendell Berry

Pode ser que quando não se saiba mais o que fazer
tenha-se chegado à verdadeira obra,
e que quando não se saiba mais pra que lado ir
tenha-se encontrado a verdadeira jornada.
A mente que não conhece a confusão não é empregada.
É a obstrução num riacho que o faz cantar.
Wendell Berry