Browsing articles from "October, 2010"

Adventure Is A Path

Oct 18, 2010   //   by Eve   //   Travel  //  No Comments

Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.

– Mark Jenkins

Feet Diaries: 2010 AIDS Walk

Oct 17, 2010   //   by Eve   //   Blog, Evebutterflies, Feet Diaries, Memoirs, Pic Diaries, Travel  //  No Comments

Ready to hit the road. 2010 LA AIDS WALK!

It’s the day we walk to raise funds for a cure.

The starting line!

On your mark. Get set. Walk slow! 30k Strong!

Lost ones hovering above us.

Walking

My hero.

Little bits out in support.

The finish!

We did it!

Peace, Love & Spread Your Wings.
Team Butterflies

Special AIDS Walk Dedication to Upile

Oct 14, 2010   //   by Eve   //   AIDS, Blog, Evebutterflies, Memoirs, Pic Diaries  //  No Comments

October 17th will mark the 26th Annual LA AIDS Walk and I’ll be out there again this year, supporting a cause that is very near to my life and heart. This year however I have a special dedication. This year team EveButterflies is walking for Upile.

Upile’s war on AIDS is not unique in Malawi. There are many children like her battling this undiscriminating disease that has wiped out generations. Children are being burdened with a load we adults in our modern societies would have difficulties enduring. Yet so many just like Upile are smiling, wanting to go to school and turning rocks into toys to play games. Seeing this great spirit was a gift, a reminder that we are not alone on this planet and if we all did a little something, we could make bountiful changes. A perfect example of this is Marie da Silva. Marie who grew up in Malawi created the Jacaranda Foundation, a free school for orphans where I met Upile . She used her nanny wages to create the school and with help from friends had minimally kept the school running. She received worldwide recognition for her work and now the school has grown into a safe haven for over 400 orphans, who otherwise would have no educational opportunities. Many are AIDS orphans just like Upile and unfortunately some are AIDS sufferers themselves. After Upile passed Marie saw the need to have a school nurse and also a school bus. You see even though AIDS medication is free in Malawi, those living in these remote villages have no means to get to the hospital. Marie’s foundation is now the means, not only for the students but also for their extended families.

It’s an ongoing necessity to find funding for the foundation. Every year more students would like to join and paying the staff, providing shoes, clothes, food, books and even now medical care is unending cycle. If you think you could make a difference in any amount please see the Jacaranda Foundation and see how far a little bit can go.

You can also join us and walk with Team EveButterflies



Awake: The First Line Of My Book

Oct 13, 2010   //   by Eve   //   Blog, Evebutterflies, Memoirs, Poetry  //  No Comments

I once woke from a car accident that nearly took my life and realized I didn’t have a past, I was as much a stranger to myself as was everyone around me, but the thing that still haunts me today, is there was no assuaging warmth to envelope me as the memories came rushing in like an ocean of sadness crashing on the shore of disenchantment.

After spending the last year writing about, well, Me, I have finally come up with this line to lead my book. You see I’ve been contemplating mortality, (an unavoidable subject as I invoke the events of my shaping) the effects it has on the survivor, who lives in the gap of those missing pieces, unprotected by the downpour of life’s storms. It makes sense to start with this event in particular which woke me to the fact that I was alive. I suppose it’s a cliche but I had to almost die and lose who I was, to remind I was still a part of the living.

Beautiful Words Of Cornel West

Oct 11, 2010   //   by Eve   //   Blog, Philosophy  //  No Comments

I’ve got to forge a unique style and voice that expresses my own quest for truth and love. That means following the quest wherever it leads and bearing whatever cost is required. I must break through isolated academic framework, while at the same time, I must build on the best academic knowledge. I must fuel the fire of my soul so my intellectual blues can set others on fire. And most importantly, I must be a free spirit. I must unapologetically reveal my broken life as a thing of beauty.

I try to give heart to intellect by being true to the funk of living. For me, this can only be seen through the lens of a cross and realized in the light of love. This is the reason I greet each person struggling through time and space in search of love and meaning before they die as brother or sister no matter what their color. I affirm them as brother or sister to acknowledge their human struggle and suffering.

-Cornel West

This is an excerpt from Dr Cornel West’s “Brother West” Living and Loving OUTLOUD that I could not stop myself from sharing. The words turned into streaming tears of emotion running down my face. What I wouldn’t give to spend an afternoon talking philosophy and music with this gifted man of words.

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Where the Sidewalk Ends
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
The Time Traveler's Wife
The Giving Tree
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
The Alchemist
What Is the What
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream
How We Decide
The Outsiders
The Long Tail: Why the Future of Business Is Selling Less of More
The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley
Confessions of an Economic Hit Man
Eats, Shoots  &  Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
Great Expectations
I Am an Emotional Creature: The Secret Life of Girls Around the World
Rumi
Pistols and Prayers: a collection of             prayers/poems/journal enties/rhymes and anecdotes
In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower


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