Buh bye!
Jo Dee Messina (one of my archetypes).
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Windy Sunday
Last night I went out with my daughter, her roommate (one of three) and roomie's brother and folks. We ate at a neighborhood restaurant specializing in American cuisine. Big glasses of Stella Artois around the table and then on to an Irish pub down the street for some karaoke. Nice night. Sarah escorting them back to the Brooklyn Marriott via showing them the Promenade and then her roomie, Mary Cait, and her returning here for the night. I walked home feeling the mist of possible rain, more fog than anything. A night of mystery, an ongoing walk of discovery.
Taken a couple of hard hits recently for my choices (or stumblings) and it's not always easy being me (or being easy), but on I go. For my victories will be my girls' too. Can't stop now. Feel the excitement coming of results, though. Fireworks around the bend.
I feel it.
And "feeling" is everything.
Much love and adios 2008. You taught me well. I am a better woman. I am still standing. Hell, it'd take more than that to hurt me. (Just kidding...no, really just kidding...) Smooth sailing por favor.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Ways You Can Swim Free
1. Make a list of your intentions.
2. Circle what turns you on.
3. Do at least one of them.
4. Do it again.
5. And again.
6. Take a breath.
7. Do it again.
8. Again.
9. Again.
10. Get the picture?
"If you're not doing what you love, you're wasting your time." -- Billy Joel
2. Circle what turns you on.
3. Do at least one of them.
4. Do it again.
5. And again.
6. Take a breath.
7. Do it again.
8. Again.
9. Again.
10. Get the picture?
"If you're not doing what you love, you're wasting your time." -- Billy Joel
Monday, December 22, 2008
Less Than a Month Away
I wanted Hillary, actually my first choice was Joe Biden, so you must know how pleased I am with the final results. All three there together, a change has come.
I worked Election Day and Night. Watched every age group, male, female, ethnicity, and persuasion march into the school where I worked for a politician to make some extra bread.
When I got back to Brooklyn that night, the announcement had just come in. Obama was our new president. A white woman stood on her stoop as I came up from the subway stairs. I heard shouting from the streets around me. "Did he win?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, staring at the park across from us.
A change had come.
A change is gonna come.
I worked Election Day and Night. Watched every age group, male, female, ethnicity, and persuasion march into the school where I worked for a politician to make some extra bread.
When I got back to Brooklyn that night, the announcement had just come in. Obama was our new president. A white woman stood on her stoop as I came up from the subway stairs. I heard shouting from the streets around me. "Did he win?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, staring at the park across from us.
A change had come.
A change is gonna come.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Retain Your Heart
Just reading about Prop 8's attempt to nullify those already married in Cali.
Hurts my heart.
I have studied, learned enough to know that arguing, fighting, only gives up...me, my purpose, who I came here to discover, so I will not give you myself, those of you fighting to end progression. You remind me of the people who fought against interracial marriage. I remember being in high school in the early 70s and watching a black and white couple walking in fear.
Was wrong then to not allow love to flow and it's wrong now.
One more time.
Peace and extreme love.
Hurts my heart.
I have studied, learned enough to know that arguing, fighting, only gives up...me, my purpose, who I came here to discover, so I will not give you myself, those of you fighting to end progression. You remind me of the people who fought against interracial marriage. I remember being in high school in the early 70s and watching a black and white couple walking in fear.
Was wrong then to not allow love to flow and it's wrong now.
One more time.
Peace and extreme love.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Dedicated to Lee & Sar
Your dad loved Simply Red's "Holding Back the Years" all those years ago...and I want you to know I get it, get what he loved...for Mick Hucknall's voice encompasses me with joy! This is for you...from your Dad.
A Very Merry Christmas
Up early. But feel like crawling right back to bed. Need to drink more water. Feel completely dry as a bone and my kidneys are not pleased. I received some ideas last night and scrambled for a pen; no more letting them fly out the window. Two more chapter ideas for YOTBS. And I'm going to write to Quincy Jones about my education idea. Why not? I've written to Mayor Bloomberg and all the big education suits, Randy Weingarten included. The students of NYC are worth it.
Here's some mid-to-nearly Christmas music for you on this Thursday. Peace. Do the right thing. It always matters.
Here's some mid-to-nearly Christmas music for you on this Thursday. Peace. Do the right thing. It always matters.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Existence
I do not give of myself
when I give to my daughter,
mother, sister, man, or friend.
I give of myself
when I stammer out
my name
growing stronger,
standing,
reaching,
encompassing the whole
from every corner
of me.
"Existence" - Sheela Wolford, December 2008
when I give to my daughter,
mother, sister, man, or friend.
I give of myself
when I stammer out
my name
growing stronger,
standing,
reaching,
encompassing the whole
from every corner
of me.
"Existence" - Sheela Wolford, December 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Me, Rusty, Me
Feeling really blue tonight. Such a rough rash bit of events lately. I know I created it, and will find the energy and right direction to alter and correct it. I want to create, live alone, pay my way, live in my City, and have a tremendous relationship with my daughters.
Tired tonight.
Tired tonight.
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