Bear Hugs for Typhoon Yolanda Victims

No sappy poetry, no happy thoughts or kawaii things today (unless you count Lambear, below). Just reposting my entry from our family blog, thehappylab, on some of the things we can do to help the victims of Typhoon Yolanda (AKA Haiyan). No effort or contribution is too small.

Christmas starts now! Read more on www.thehappylab.com.ph.

Meet Lambear. Go to www.thehappylab.com.ph and find out how bear hugs can help. (Photo from Ricefield Collective)

Meet Lambear. Visit http://www.thehappylab.com.ph and find out how bear hugs can help. (Photo from Ricefield Collective)

After great pain

Because I have no words today, I will borrow some from Emily Dickinson:

 

After great pain, a formal feeling comes–

The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs–

The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,

And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

 

The Feet, unceremonious, go round—

A Wooden way

Of Ground, or Air, or Ought—

Regardless grown,

A Quartz contentment, like a stone—

 

This is the Hour of Lead—

Remembered, if outlived,

As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow—

First—Chill, then Stupor—then the letting go—

Ok, this is the first time I’m reblogging anything, but oh, you must read this…

These words are about the most precious thing in the whole world. The only thing on the face of the planet that is truly priceless. The thing that dying men beg for, rich men try and barter for, and yet it can neither be granted nor purchased. It destroys gardens and pathways and footprints and castles and empires and memories. It turns rocks into sand, turns black hair grey. Rubies lose their hue in comparison to it and diamonds lose their glitter when shadowed by it and the thing is more valuable and sought after than both combined. It discriminates between no man, no race, no gender, no social status. Oh does your father own the bank? Is your grandmother related to royalty? It means nothing.

It presses holes into the soles of our shoes, draws lines upon our face, closes wombs and weakens bones. It quenches love and creates…

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