Kissy Is As Kissy Does

Christian Dior's New Look is the epitome of the definition of "kissy": matching hat, shoes, gloves, umbrella ... a silhouette which is so impeccable, so flawless that it makes you feel SO feyus you MUST bevel, you MUST pose.  Anything which brings THIS kind of delight is "kissy", anything orderly, put together, natty.

Personally, I think the outfit in the photo below COULD be kissy, but I think the hat is too squatty and too severe for the outfit, I don't know WHY that umbrella handle is coming out of her rear and that OVERcoat doesn't match the outfit at ALL in either colour form or function so I wouldn't call this a kissy outfit and I don't know that I would call this a kissy picture...I would think this misses the point, which would make this outfit point-missing and the photo point-missing on multiple levels.

The Grand Old Party and the GLBT "Problem"

Here's a quick mashup discussing the LGBT "problem" during last night's debates. I promised I would disengage and I shall. I'm only moved to post this for two reasons: (i) i'm FLAAAberghasted by "the catholic church, the catholic church, the catholic church" and (ii) the fact that this Grand Old Party has turned from Greeley's "simple 'Republican' [party that] would more fitly designate those who [have] united to restore the Union to its true mission of champion and promulgator of Liberty rather than propagandist of slavery" with values of civic virtue and opposition to aristocracy and corruption, to this gang of righteous xenophobic gnostic thugs. tfs, i'm sure.

The Quiet Sermon

 A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending services regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the pastor decided to visit him.

It was a chilly evening. The pastor found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his pastor's visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited.

The pastor made himself at home but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the pastor took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone. Then he sat back in his! chair, still silent. The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone ember's flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow, and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and dead.

Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. The Pastor glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave. He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it.

As the pastor reached the door to leave, his host said with a tear running down his cheek, "Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon. I shall be back in church next Sunday."

--author unknown, given me, as so many important things are, from an angel

My beloved child, break your heart no longer.

"My beloved child, break your heart no longer.
Each time you judge yourself, you break your own heart.
You stop feeding on the love which is the wellspring of your vitality.
The time has come.

Your time.

To celebrate.

And to see the goodness that you are.
You, my child, are divine.

You are pure.

You are sublimely free.

Let no one, no thing, no idea or ideal obstruct you.

If one comes, even in the name of 'Truth', forgive it for its unknowing.

Do not fight.

Let go.

You are God in disguise and you are always perfectly safe.
Do not fight the dark. Just turn on the light.
Let go and breathe into the goodness that you are."

Swami Kripalvanandaji (Bapuji)

as copied from
“Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life with the Heart of a Buddha”
by Dr Tara Brach, PhD