She’s written about the Queen, now it’s about Diamonds.

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Aug 182011
 

I AM MEMORIED –  a new unpublished novel by Valerie Mason-John

Agent – Ken Shermann Associates

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Please contact Ken Sherman at the above address for  interest in publishing my new novel.

Logline: By sleeping with a white woman in London, an African man breaks a family oath and unleashes a curse against his family and his village. It can only be broken by the return of the bastard daughter he left behind – a girl who doesn’t even know she’s part black.

Synopsis: Yaata, spirit of Africa, looks onwards at her guardians as they are ushered into the bowels of ships by white men in tall rubber boots. They do not know, but as they fetter her children in chains, rip her roots from the ground to be potted elsewhere and mount her sacred diamonds in jewelry they are stealing away Yaata’s protection over the land.

 

When TAMBA FENGAI was born, it was a huge shock. Unlike his older twin, SAHR, who is dark as molasses, Tamba came out fair as golden sand. Clearly the juice blood SIA, born into slavery in the land of Caribs, brought back to Africa with her still flows through their maternal line. Obsessed with everything English, he disdains the national obsession with diamonds and travels to London to become a dentist. Unlike Sahr who remains behind mining diamonds, Tamba leaves Africa and his sons WINSTON, CHURCHILL, and HAROLD to get his dental degree.

 

It has taken 17 months but Tamba is finally going out with his friends to a party. They assure him this party will be different. Before he leaves for the party he drinks palm wine and eats kola nuts, drifting back into the comfort of Africa. There are only white woman at the party, but Tamba doesn’t mind. Splash! A bronzed woman catches his eye as her wide hips swim in between his legs and she pulls him into the pool. It was just lust.

 

You scored! The words ring hollow in his head as his friends congratulate him on the ride home. He knows that it’s useless to explain to others why he must return to Africa, flee this shame. Four months later the phone rings. It’s ELIZABETH CLIFFORD-BARNSLEY. She’s pregnant. Turning his back on Yaata, he sells a diamond his brother gave him as a protective amulet to buy fake dentist papers. No one back home in Sierra Leone will know the difference. But blood is now in Tamba’s hands.

 

Elizabeth is devastated. She simply can not raise a negroid child. What would her parents think? She would certainly lose her inheritance and CEDRIC, oh though he was the reason she went to those awful sex parties in the first place, he would blame her for the child. He loves her passionately, pays for her art to be showed in galleries throughout the city, and admires her for taking so well to his sexual fantasies. The masks, the bondage, the couples- Elizabeth was always just playing along. This was the first time she went to one of those hotel parties without Ceddy.

 

She can’t hide the secret any longer. Even her friend LIBBY who she gossipped to about sleeping with that black stallion notices. Cedric notices too. He’s turned on by her new plumpness. When she tells him, he’s ecstatic that he will finally have a son. Elizabeth protests that they can’t even take care of their daughter  ASTRA who they constantly ship off to relatives or boarding school. She tells him it’s not his, that it’s from one of their parties.

 

The couple travels to Shropshire to visit an old friend, DR FITZGERALD. He refuses to perform  a late-term abortion. The doctor has an idea: he and his wife have tried hard to have a child without success, if he can only convince his wife to adopt the baby as her own… He talks it over to her later that night, omitting the tiny detail of the baby’s race. It’s agreed that Elizabeth and Cedric will never see the child again. HARRIET is to be the Fitzgerald’s.

 

Pig snout and Cotton Wool head. That’s what the other children call Harriet at school. She longs to replace the twisted, curly red mess atop her head with Barbie hair. Her African features stand out in the little town, but her pale porcelain skin allows her mother to laugh it off as the mark of a distant relative from Spain.

 

Harriet is back from college. She hits her joint as she talks to FINGERS, her Landolphia plant, who like her is an African transplant. She tells the plant how she met GIDEON, son of a Jewish American woman with no known dad. She finds a diamond in Fingers’ pot and wears it around her neck as a good luck charm.

 

That summer Gideon gives Harriet a flier for a different kind of hair salon to tackle her mess. She’s offended that he suggests she’s black, but wonders into an unknown part of London to have her hair sorted anyway. Dressed in cheap sunglasses and a scarf to hide her appearance, she appears lots and confused. She leaves the salon with a stunning blonde weave. The experience confirms that she does have African hair and causes her to ask her mom unsettling questions about her childhood. She accuses her mother of sleeping with a black man and storms back to college.

 

At Christmas the Fitzgeralds reveal that Harriet is indeed adopted, but that they do not know who the father is. Her mother takes to drinking more heavily and popping more calming pills to ease her distress over the questioning. When she leaves for school, they are still uncertain and anxious, hoping that she won’t abandon them as their daughter now knowing what she knows. Her father hands her an envelope.

 

Together, Harriet and Gideon search the internet for the name in the envelope: Elizabeth Clifford Barnsley. They decide to stake out where Elizabeth and Cedric live, with Gideon carrying a camera to tape their arrival. When Cedric demands the video tape Gideon is dumbfounded. Cedric’s beard looks just like Gideon’s when he grows his out. It’s like he’s seen a ghost.

 

Gideon puts two and two together after questioning his mother and discovers that Cedric is his biological father. Likewise, Harriet is certain that Elizabeth is her mother, making the two half-siblings by marriage. They confront the couple together at one of Elizabeth’s gallery shows. All four leave stunned and confused by the encounter, and Astra gives Gideon her business card as they both recognize their uncanny physical resemblance.

 

Back in Sierra Leone, civil war erupts. Sahr joins rebel forces after they slaughter and pillage the village, ripping Tamba’s unborn daughter from his wife’s womb. Tamba runs off into the jungle and wanders hopelessly, encountering more chaos and destruction as he travels. Eventually he loses his right arm and winds up at a refugee camp. His oldest sons are in America, studying to become successful young men.

 

A business card and an angry letter asking the Fitzgeralds to never contact her again arrive from Elizabeth. There is no note attached, but the business card is clearly that of Harriet’s biological father. Harriet ends things with Gideon and leaves for Africa, determined to return to Tamba Fengai. She arrives at his death bed, easing his soul as he passes on with all his surviving children around him.

 

Harriet pushes out twins. They both are lovely shades of dark brown, but neither resemble her nor DANIEL, her African husband she met on the plane home to England.

 

WHAT THE READERS ARE SAYING

‘original and fascinating elements — the underlying back story, theliterary style and narrative dimensions’ Alan Rinzler
(developmental Editor on Novel)


‘Polished- literary archeologists, – extraordinary, truly epic. I am gripped by Tamba’s story as at times, with the other sections, (Clifford – Barnsleys and the
Fitzgeralds)’ Professor Maria Lima (reader) Specialist in African Diaspora Literature


‘The Yaata is a profoundly unsettling yet vindicating thread that throbs through all the destinies you have created. It is a spell, a web, a fabric of lives
that you have spun, woven, written’ Dr Diedre Forbes (Reader) Specialist in African diaspora Literature
‘It’s a passionate and at times quite disturbing piece of writing, and it brings up many interesting and important issues – wonderful interweaving narratives’
reader
‘It reminds me of the groundbreaking work the Nigerian writer Amos Tutola and is on its own very poetic’ reader

‘A tale of heartbreak and deceit, love and renewal, this work would sell well with women of most ages.’


 

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Valerie Mason-John – Brown Girl In The Ring on Tour 2011

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Aug 012011
 

First published in the Shelburne Coast Guard August 2011

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A common response to seeing Valerie Mason-John and her brilliant, one-woman satirical romp, Brown Girl in the Ring, is to wonder if the show was a true tale of royalty or someone’s brilliant insanity.

After two successful runs at the Edmonton Fringe Festival and shows in Vancouver and the UK, British-bornvmj-browngirl-1-sq-2 performance artist Valerie Mason-John brings her solo tour-de-force to the Osprey Arts Centre on Friday, August 5. The Linette Smith-directed piece is a tragicomic monologue, telling the story of a black woman who claims to be Queen of the British Empire: HRH Regina II. Could the Queen’s story be plausible, or is she simply stark, raving mad?

The play has received rave reviews from a variety of sources. “The possibility that black people could be biologically connected to the European royal families has never been so outrageously explored and exploded,” said The Voice (UK) and the Edmonton Journal told its readers to see the show, saying, “Four stars!”

In Brown Girl in the Ring, Regina holds a press conference to tell the world her story: she has one hour to prove to the world that she is the Queen. During this hour, we meet the adult Regina, Regina’s eight-year-old self, and Micheal, Regina’s imaginary friend. All three characters are played by Valerie Mason-John, aka “Queenie.” Says Mason-John, “Brown Girl is a satirical production, mixing fact, fiction and experiences from my own life to tell the story of the Black woman who was Queen.”

This play is inspired by Sophia Charlotte who is of African and German descent, and was married to the British King George the III. It is also influenced by the story of Queen Marie Theresa, consort of Louis XIV King of France, who had a black child. The child was locked away and the public was told that the queen had a miscarriage.

Brown Girl in the Ring plays at The Osprey on Friday, August 5 at 8:00pm as part of the Shelburne Writers Festival and is not suitable for children. Tickets are $15 at the door or at The Whirligig by calling 875-1117.

 

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On Tour in NOVA SCOTIA – Valerie Mason-John – JULY/AUGUST 2011

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Jul 182011
 

Brown Girl In The Ring, Goes to the King Royal Theatre – Annapolis Valley, Saturday 30th July 8pm, and then on the Sunday I’ll be giving a workshop. The following week Brown Girl In The Ring, will be presented at the Shelburne Writers Festival on Friday August 5th  8pm at the Osprey Centre. The following day I’ll be giving a Life Into Fiction Workshop. Hope to see some of you there!

 

 

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JUSTIN BIEBER FEVER – with Valerie Mason-John

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Jun 272011
 

Playwright catches Bieber fever with local children’s play

Hot Head will run at Sprouts New Play Festival – Examiner Paper Edmonton AB

By Kevin Maimann/EXAMINER STAFF

When Victoria school’s artist in residence was commissioned to write a play for the Sprouts New Play Festival for Kids, she had to find out what really gets young kids excited.

Much to her surprise, the answer she found was simple: Justin Bieber. 

Concrete Theatre will present Dr. Valerie Mason-John’s play Hot Head, featuring an actor portraying the teen pop star, at Stanley A. Milner Library this weekend.

The play will help mark the 10th anniversary of the Sprouts festival.

Mason-John, an author, playwright and performer from London, England, developed her play by doing workshops with a Grade 1 class at Victoria.

“One of the things which really stunned me when I was working with them, was we were talking about people who they liked, and who were their favourite people.

I said, whatever I do, Justin Bieber has to be in it.

And all of them knew who Justin Bieber was. Not only did they know who Justin Bieber was, they all started singing (his) song for me,” says Mason-John.

“I had someone come in …one day, and said, ‘Pretend you’re Justin Bieber and see what happens.’ And they were fainting on the floor.

“So I said, whatever I do, Justin Bieber has to be in it.”

Hot Head tells the tale of a story of a young girl with a tendency to throw temper tantrums, who can only be calmed down by Justin Bieber and a fairy who teaches her to take ten deep breaths.

The play encourages audience participation and plays with nursery rhymes like Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary and Hickory Dickory Dock.

“It’s kind of a fun sketch around kids getting angry, working themselves up. But actually there is a moral to it, that as a kid, you can think happy thoughts, you can do things to make yourself happy,” Mason-John says. “On another level, adults will see we’re responsible for making ourselves happy or unhappy.”

Mason-John, who is also Edmonton Public Schools’ consultant in conflict resolution, says writing for kids is a departure for her.

She hopes the young ones will walk away with a positive message.

“That message is, that if you’re always angry, you won’t have many friends.”

Hot Head runs Saturday and Sunday at 2 p.m., following children’s activities starting at 1 p.m. each day.

The other short plays are entitled Minosis Gathers Hope, Radio Waves and Grow, Grow Grow.

Tickets are available at the door or at Tix on the Square.

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I AM MEMORIED by Valerie Mason-John

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Jun 142011
 

Here is a sneak preview of my latest novel, almost ready to look for a publisher. If you like the premise check out the Literary Consultancy Website end of March. An extract of my new novel has been selected to be showcased on the new relaunch of their site. Each month a new piece – check out my extract showcased during the month of April 2012

For more info on my piece- click, then go to TLC Talent, click on showcase

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I AM MEMORIED

An  African Supreme Being, Yaata, tells a story about the colonization of her progenies, about Tamba Fengai, a plant, and a blood diamond.  A curse upon the Fengai family moved into their home 5am one

morning in Sierra Leone 1994. In fact it was the curse against the whole population of the diamond community. Rebels had invaded, torched their village, and Tamba fled leaving behind his wife and son.

Alone in the jungle he is forced to face his actions of the past.

MeMoRiEd

 

Fifteen years earlier Tamba Fengai had broken two traditional family oaths, and now the past was catching up on him. Tamba woke up one morning in London 1979, in his student digs and realized he had broken one of his traditional family oaths: sleeping with a white woman. The night before, drunk on palm wine, he ended up having sex with a high society white English woman at a swingers’ party. A child was conceived, and Tamba fled back to Africa to try and hide his mistake.

 

Before that, however, he broke his second traditional oath. He sold his lucky charm, a diamond from his homeland Sierra Leone, so he could buy fraudulent dentistry qualifications and return home to his wife and children. A diamond from Africa, once sold for money becomes just like any other blood diamond. Tamba Fengai’s family was cursed.

 

The white mother, Elizabeth Clifford-Barnsley, refused to keep the child too, through fear of losing her inheritance, and being branded a social outcast in her community. She privately gave the baby up for adoption, in the hope of never seeing it again. The life of this child, Harriet, is reinvented by the Fitzgerald’s who have been trying to conceive a baby for several

years. They do not tell Harriet about the adoption, or indeed that she has black Blood. Harriet is brought up to believe that she is her parent’s love child.

 

Yaata’s plant, a Landolphia, that is part of Harriet’s new family’s household, and a diamond from the same red hot earth, unwittingly lead her to one day discover the truth. Lies, secrets, and coincidences involving four families are revealed.

 

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THEMES FROM NEW NOVEL – I AM MEMORIED – by Valerie Mason-John

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Jun 122011
 

Welcome to my blog!  Well I’ll start with the theme of identity which I’ve been exploring all my life. That is my black identity. Born into a black skin, growing up with white parents and in a white environment where I was the only black person, has had a profound affect on who I am. If you read all my works you will see a theme running through most of my books, plays and essays. An exploration of identity. Be it a black identity or a white identity. Sometimes I claim to be of mixed racial heritage because I feel at times my mind is of cross cultural heritage. What is it to be black in this world? What is it to be white in this world? I could start listing all the stereotypes, all the debates, but the question is far more personal than that. It’s far more personal and gritty than what I have read. I have a close friend who was born white, grew up in a black household with black sisters and brothers. She is most definitely white, but her mind is most definitely of cross cultural heritage. She doesn’t claim to be black, but in many ways she is far more black than me. What does that mean? When she realised she was white aged seven, she almost flipped out. When I realised I was black aged eight I almost flipped out. These are some of the themes I’m exploring in my second novel I Am Memoried -

The African Supreme Being, Yaata, comes alive in an English home to witness the clandestine birth of Harriet Fitzgerald. She is the consequence of one night of fun at a party in High Society England during the 1980s where four families become connected due to the fornication between Tamba Fengai from war torn Sierra Leone and Elizabeth Clifford Barnsley from Upper Class England; and between Elizabeth’s husband Cedric Clifford-Barnsley and Leah Steinberg a working class Jewish New Yorker living in London. Secrets and lies unfold as we enter into their lives.

Harriet is made to face the reality of her identity when she is forced by her boyfriend to visit a black hair dresser to try and sort her frizz out. Faced with the fear that her mother may have had an affair, she is not prepared to discover that in actual fact neither of her parents are her biological parents.  She was adopted, and that she may indeed have a black parent.

Unable to face this reality, her boyfriend takes us on the quest to search for her biological family and discovers more than what he had bargained for. Are they related, are they brother and sister? They are indeed connected but not through blood ties, his mother Leah slept with the husband of Harriet’s biological mother at the same cursed party.

When Tamba Fengai came to England in the 1980s he was expected to return to

Africa with big fat letters after his name. Instead he ends up duped at a party that changes his

mEmOrIeD

life forever. A one night stand that result in the birth of his biracial daughter, an adoption and

litany of lies. When Tamba learns that the woman he had a one stand with Elizabeth, is

pregnant, he abandons his dentist career, flees High Society London and returns to Africa

hoping his secret will never be exposed. He has broken the traditional Family Oath.

This is a story about modern identity. How both black and white families deal with children born out of bi racial relationships. How some Africans want to be rid of the blight of slavery for ever and perceive light skinned children as a reminder of this or indeed a curse. How some English families can not cope with this issue either, and will adopt a child out, and even bring a child up to believe it is white, if they can pass.

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THE THIRD REMINDER – karma – by Valerie Mason-John – Buddhism

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Jun 092011
 

THIRD REMINDER – the law of karma

Karma scares me. Does it mean if I get sick I have done something wrong in my life? This was one of the question on my friends lips in her dying process. What had she done so wrong to get cancer? Nothing, she had done nothing wrong. The only karma in her dying is that she was reborn as a human, and if we take a human birth we will inevitably get sick, or age, and die.

I will most definitely age, get sick and die

Karma is about our actions having consequences. And each consequence may be a gain or a cost. That’s it, in it’s simplicity. It’s not that if you do an unskillful deed you will be punished by the wrath of God. But yes, if you do an unskillful deed there will be a consequence, which may mean that it will prey on your mind, prey so much that you turn to another unskillful action to get rid of the thoughts in your mind. Creating a vicious cycle. If I get a cold it does not mean I have been bad. It could mean though that I went out in the cold, didn’t wrap up well, and so I caught a cold. Hence my action had a consequence. But someone else may have done something bad, go out in the cold weather and not catch a cold. This would mean that perhaps they wrapped up well, and was not already under the weather.

My karma is this. My actions will have consequences. Full stop. If I don’t accept reality, see things as they really are. If I don’t accept that I am going to die, my living will be full of suffering. My dying will be full of suffering. This is the law of karma. My actions of denial will have a consequence.

 

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THE SECOND REMINDER -DEATH AND IMPERMANANCE – by Valerie Mason-John

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Jun 052011
 

 

The Second Reminder – Death and Impermanence

One day I will die. I can not escape it. Death comes to everyone, including me. As I write this I have goose bumps. It enlivens me as well as scares me. There are many days I don’t want to die, and yet I know this is the cycle of life.

Aka Vimalasara 2011

 

Once I am born I am old enough to die. I remember speaking with one of my friends when she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She wanted to know how long she had? Little did she know she only had seven weeks. Reflecting on this question, I realized she had 49 years to live, it took 49 years for her to die. How long did she have? She had now. And yet so many of us, including myself live life as if we are immortal, as if we are immune to death, as if it will not happen to us. As if our first terminal diagnosis is the first warning that we get that we will die. I remember once saying to a friend I was coaching her to write about her own cancer experience: “Hold on, hold on I could die before you. Your husband could die before you. Your friends could die before you. There is no guarantee you will die first. Life is immediate for all of us, our death is immediate to all of us too, we  just need to wake up to that reality. I know that to be so true. I have woken up in the morning, felt on top of the world, had a great day at work, jumped on my bicycle and been knocked down by a car, more than once. Life is fragile, we do not know when it will end, but we know it will end. The uncertainty of not knowing can be more stressful than the actual dying.

A dear friend of mine died at age 44, from ovarian cancer. Initially she was given five years to live. But during surgery to remove her ovaries the surgeon punctured her bowel. This accelerated her living. She was terrified of dying, and her ex partner asked her: ‘What is so awful about dying?’. She couldn’t answer, but after this question her life changed. She accepted her dying process, to the extent that we gave her a living funeral. I remember telling her we wanted to celebrate her before she died. She lit up, and then proceeded to tell me what food she wanted, which people she wanted to attend. She said: “I want this celebration to help me pass over.” Her mom, brother, extended family and friends came to say goodbye to her. We all rejoiced in her life, told her we loved her, and said goodbye to her. She sat through every single bit of it, present and alert. Two days later she died. My friend taught me not to fear death.

 

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FIRST REMINDER by Valerie Mason-John

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May 292011
 

One can not work on text around cancer without being impacted or indeed have a shift in ones psyche. I have been coaching two writers on their blog about cancer  for the past ten months. Fortunatley the writer who has been diagnosed with two cancers over the past couple of years is still very much alive. And I’ve been able to enable both writers to continue without my input. However I part with an unanswered  question. Is it better to be diagnosed with cancer and die within  weeks or months? Or be diagnosed with cancer and have to learn to live with if for two or more years?

I don’t know the answer, but I have witnessed the pain in both scenarios, and i’m not sure which one I would choose, if given the choice.

Since working on the blog, I’ve had a close friend die of cancer, an ex partner be diagnosed with terminal cancer, two other friends with breast cancer, and a friend who is in the tenth year of  living with her cancer. This has brought me closer to my buddhist faith; The Four Reminders. I realize now I should contemplate these reminders more.

The First Reminder – My precious birth

I hope it is not to late, to realize that joyful is my precious birth? I have my health, my energy, and enough food to eat. What do I have to complain about? I live in a country that is free of war on it’s own territory, I can walk outside my house and not fear I may walk on a land mine. I can have my freedom as a woman. And yet I still complain. If I get sick, I can go to a doctor and not worry about the cost, and know that I will be treated with decent care. Yet I still complain. How fortunate am I. And If I don’t realize this good fortune I will be wasting my life.

Knowing all of this, how should I live my life. Live each moment as if it were the last. If I could do this my life would be different. How I don’t know. But I do know if my mind was not attached to the past, or the future it would be different. If tomorrow I get sick, tomorrow I get knocked of my cycle and loose a limb, I know that if I hold onto the past of when I was well, and had all my limbs, I will suffer even more. I’ve had two cancer scares. The first was when I was 24, I remember thinking I have to change my life. It worked the cancerous cells disappeared. But I didn’t change my life. I was most definitely on the path that led to more suffering. Numbing everything out with work, social life and denial. Before my next cancer scare, I was attacked.

It took the point of being almost strangled to death aged 27 for me to change my life. It was my wake up call. I wasn’t meant to die, I got away alive. So what was I going to do with my life? Exactly this. I told myself this was not going to be another thing to pull me down. It never has. I have never been a victim of this incident, it is sometimes as if it never happened. I didn’t hold on to it. I let it go, and moved into the next moment. Yes it had an impact, that lasted for a few months, in dreams. But the only pain that took time to go was the physical side effect in my neck. But even that subsided too. I turned to Buddhism soon after that experience and woke up to my precious birth.

My second was when I was 35, I remember walking out of the surgery and thinking I’ve had a good life, it is okay to die. I’ve lived 35 long years, yes it would be good to live some more, but you could hardly say poor thing she died so young. I could never have thought so positively if it wasn’t for my buddhist training. It so happened my doctor was wrong, It wasn’t cancerous cysts, just fibroids. I could never of had such And so I am still here. Still trying to live this precious life ethically with mindfulness and wisdom. Rather than live it mindlessly by numbing out in front of the tv, on the computer, eating food, alcohol, substance abuse, depression or anger. Life is too short for that, which is why our birth is so precious.

 

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FOUR REMINDERS – A poem by Chogyam Trungpa

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May 232011
 

THE FOUR REMINDERS

 

Joyful to have 

Such a human birth,

Difficult to find,

Free and well-favored.

 But death is real, 

Comes without warning.

This body

Will be a corpse.
 

Unalterable

Are the laws of karma;

Cause and effect

Cannot be escaped.

  

Samsara

Is an ocean of suffering,

Unendurable,

Unbearably intense.
 

 

Composed by the Vidyadhara Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche

 

© 1974 by Chögyam Trungpa

 

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