Serendipitous

= lucky, chance, fortuitous, unexpected, random, casual, accidental, spontaneous, unforeseen, unintentional, coincidental, unanticipated, inadvertent, unforeseeable, unlooked-for

Surrender to the Universe and allow things to happen.

Dear Massive Attack

Thanks for bringing your very cool band to our city, along with your really large tent and interesting videos.

May I offer one suggestion though, hopefully without sounding too passive aggressive about it all. Next time you play in front of 14,000 people in an acoustically dubious tent, please could you spend some of the £700,000 you make on ticket sales on a couple of extra speakers? That way, those of us not stood on the front row might hear a bit more than the bass line and about half of the singing. Also an encore probably wouldn’t have gone amiss.

Many thanks.

ODAAT

(Okay I failed, I did sound passive aggressive.) 

 

Facebook

is just toxic at the moment. So much misinformation, tribalism, people living in echo chambers and click bait mixed with memes that contain incredibly bland suggestions about life.

Give me a good book or a well written, well balanced and well researched article and I’m happy. Current reads are Prospect Magazine and Foreign Affairs, both excellent.

The Great Spirit Prayer

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind, whose breath gives life to all the world.
Hear me; I need your strength and wisdom. 
Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. 
Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice. 
Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people. 
Help me to remain calm and strong in the face of all that comes towards me. 
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock. 
Help me seek pure thoughts and act with the intention of helping others. 
Help me find compassion without empathy overwhelming me. 
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy, Myself.
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.

“The Line Becomes A River” by Francisco Cantú

“A woman huddled close to him, hiding her face. The man propped himself up on one elbow and told me that they had crossed four days ago, that their guide had left them behind on the first night when they’d failed to keep pace with the group. They were lost for days, he said, with nothing to drink but the filthy water from cattle tanks. Puede ser muy fea la frontera, I told him. The man shook his head. Pues sí, he replied, pero es aún más feo donde nosotros vivimos.”

The Line Becomes A River