Look who is socializing with the Clintons

The New York Times





Here is what the Clintons said about Rev. Wright

The campaign also provided a letter Mr. Clinton sent to Mr. Wright the next month thanking Mr. Wright for a “kind message” and saying he was touched by his prayers. A spokesman for the campaign said it was providing the information to show that Mr. Wright was well respected by many, including Mr. Clinton.

A spokesman for Mrs. Clinton said Thursday night that the campaign did not believe the Clintons had met with Mr. Wright before the speech or were aware of any views expressed by him at his church.

hat tip John America Blog

Rewind by Driss R. Temsamani

"I was born next to a pond. A fragile leaf from a strong tree, I blossomed to a tall branch. Too ambitious for my pond and too rebellious to stay in my tree, I decided to change my destiny and break free.

Growing up, I met many mentors: a wise frog, a humble fish, and a duck; all tried to teach me the ways of the pond. My biggest adventure began when I met the most wonderful butterfly. She made everything so simple that I dared to leave my pond and venture to the vast ocean.

As the currents drifted me away, toward the burning sun, I realized that I was at a point of no return. I bounced left and right against the waves, and to make the best of the trip, I decided to have fun and not look back.

While drifting in the ocean, I met sharks, eels, and even some killer whales. I also met some stingrays, but always avoided their enchanting and sensual moves. They all told me things that I can barely remember; but one thing for sure, I have always stayed alert to their ways and hollow looks.

Day after day, the currents drew me further away from my home. The farther I got, the wiser I became: from migrating birds, I learned history; from a school of fish, I learned leadership; from the manatees, I learned compassion; and from one particular dolphin, I learned to love.

One day, I found myself riding a storm. I had never seen such a thing. I started to despair; then I remembered patience, courage, and grace. I remembered the words, but could not remember the wise who spoke them. Only one picture came to my mind: a tree, tall and strong, and defiant to the hurly winds. The harsh rains made me remember the frog…the catfish…and the duck of the old pond.

My skin shivered, and a flood of confidence invaded my body. With confidence, I confronted the storm, and as the time passed, I survived. I become confident, arrogant, strong, smart, and ready for any challenge that may come. I continue the ride.

The sun set on a beautiful and endless horizon, and from nowhere, I was hit from behind, only to realize that the fight had just begun. With courage, I confronted my fears. I fought with a cold heart, selfishness, and dry eyes. The hours felt like days; the days felt like months; and the years felt like seconds. One night, bleeding and tired, I crashed on a rock and I decided to rest. My will was broken and I had many scars. I realized that I had lost a lot of companions along the way; the goldfish, the seahorse, and the migrating turtle.

Feeling lonely, I remembered my home, and I cried alone in the dark. As my last tear dripped, I glanced at the sky and I saw a shooting star. I smiled, made a wish, and decided to rest for a while. Right before I closed my eyes, out of the deep of the darkness, the dolphin appeared and with her soft skin, she touched me and ended the restless night.

The next day, I woke up to a new morning, and I found that the ocean was calm. I was ready to drift again toward my destiny: I wanted to let my roots grow; I wanted to see many leaves blossom; I wanted to honor the tree. I was determined not to rest until I found my own pond."

Flying kites

Painting by Marcio Melo

My daughters and I spent yesterday afternoon flying kites,there is something magical about flying kites. It was fun,refreshing,full of joy and laughters. The kites flew so high, the wind was perfect, our little princesses kites flew much better than the fancy wired ones on the lake. Everyone got to enjoy our kites, babies were hoping to try to reach high, toddlers were pointing and screaming in joy how high they were.

Lovely afternoon on the first day of spring.

Stop the war

California AP

Atlanta AP

Washington Reuters

Iowa, AP

Cambridge, Mass. AP

New Jersey AP

San Francisco AP

Washington, DC Reuters

South Carolina AP

Virginia AFP

Chicago AP

London AP

Istanbul,Turkey AP

Anti-Zionist Jews for peace Reuters London

AP Madrid

AFP California

Rumi

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book

nor from tongue.

If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is

illumination of heart. Rumi

Spring

hat tip daddy taken last weekend on Azalea trail

JOY!

My friend M. With my daughter L.

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."

Anaïs Nin

Happy St. Patrick's day!

It is not too late to wish everyone happy St.Patrick's day is it?

Tory Burch

Today's pick

My Marrakesh

Maryam from My Marrakesh blog brought a breath of fresh air to my world when I discovered her blog. Amazing blog with the most vibrant and artistic pictures. Maryam and I share a lot in common and I had the pleasure to count on her expertise for helping me find a Caftan.

Want to see what a Moroccan garden look like? Look at this garden and enjoy the beauty .


One of the posts that I like very much is this one of Amy Leonard.

At last

The blogger Gods have granted me my password and I finally can post on my blog again. It has been almost a year since I blogged and there isn't a better time to start blogging again.

I'm simply in the mood.