Unconditional love
That’s what we try and practice
Day in and day out
Absolute love
Questions arise
What if they’re ugly
What if they’re broken
What if I can’t do it
Then, my child, love them even more
For the ones that are imperfect need it the most
The beautiful ones can find it anywhere–
For the shattered, love is like glue, an adhesive for life
If you feel inadequate
Then muster the courage–
That is far more important than not loving at all
Never underestimate the power of a smile
Unconditional love
Love without limits
Love without boundaries
Pure, simple, unquestionable
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Some Would Say
Some would say, “What the (insert curse word here) am I doing with my life?” I would say, “What the (insert same curse word here) am I NOT doing with my life?” All I’ve ever wanted to do is have an impact on other people’s lives in a positive way. Be a catalyst for constructive change. Yet, given the state that our world is in today, how am I supposed to make a difference? How am I supposed to help anyone when I’m just a 20 something white girl living in middle class America in a town so small it doesn’t even show up as a dot on the map? By what means can I really effect transformation when I can’t even advise myself?
I extend my arms and reach out. I am expansive, open, ready, waiting. Like a dry sponge – apt and tarry to absorb whatever comes its way. I shout towards the sky, “COME GET ME! GIVE ME A SIGN! JUST TELL ME WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO DO NEXT!” Now, in a quieter voice, my face towards the earth, “These hands are your hands, this body your body, I’ll do whatever needs to be done, just let it me be fulfilled. Bring joy into my life and the lives of those I around me.”
To do great things, both little and big, metaphorically and physically, that’s what I am all about. I have an able, blonde head on my shoulders, all my fingers and toes to write with, a pair of 20/20 eyes to see with, and a mouth to shout, sing and smile with, and a heart with witch to love fully.
Can I conquer the world with weapons of peace, grace, movement, sincerity, truth, love, honesty, and clarity…? With only the sharp edges of my words to cut through fear, aggression, oppression, and ailments…?
Give me these tools and I shall crusade to the ends of the earth, or die trying. With my feet as my music, with love as my flying carpet, with my heart beat sounding out the drums of the ages, with the winds as my scarves for dancing through the stars, I am out of this world, ready to duel to the death, these egos of mankind.
I extend my arms and reach out. I am expansive, open, ready, waiting. Like a dry sponge – apt and tarry to absorb whatever comes its way. I shout towards the sky, “COME GET ME! GIVE ME A SIGN! JUST TELL ME WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO DO NEXT!” Now, in a quieter voice, my face towards the earth, “These hands are your hands, this body your body, I’ll do whatever needs to be done, just let it me be fulfilled. Bring joy into my life and the lives of those I around me.”
To do great things, both little and big, metaphorically and physically, that’s what I am all about. I have an able, blonde head on my shoulders, all my fingers and toes to write with, a pair of 20/20 eyes to see with, and a mouth to shout, sing and smile with, and a heart with witch to love fully.
Can I conquer the world with weapons of peace, grace, movement, sincerity, truth, love, honesty, and clarity…? With only the sharp edges of my words to cut through fear, aggression, oppression, and ailments…?
Give me these tools and I shall crusade to the ends of the earth, or die trying. With my feet as my music, with love as my flying carpet, with my heart beat sounding out the drums of the ages, with the winds as my scarves for dancing through the stars, I am out of this world, ready to duel to the death, these egos of mankind.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
My Life As A Couch
“So she bought the couch?!”
“Yup.”
“Great! … How much… a hundred bucks?”
“A hundred end twenty-five.”
“Nice. I feel so screwed over.”
“By that couch…?”
“Yes, and by everything – life in general.”
[Gentle chuckles]
“Don’t laugh, this isn’t funny! I feel like I’m only worth a hundred and twenty-five dollars.”
[She thinks to herself]
My brown and gold, vintage couch with feather cushions.
Does this woman know that the cushions of this couch are stuffed with down?
Does she know that I adored that couch?
I slept on that couch.
I cried on that couch.
I laughed so hard I peed on that couch.
That couch was the safest, warmest place in the middle of winter when I kept my heat down low to save on the bill.
That couch hosted guests, my father, my brother-in-law, my neighbor.
That couch cradled us as we cradled big glasses of red wine.
That couch saw us when we played with photo booth on your Mac.
That couch watched as I concocted dinner in the kitchen.
That couch held fast when I beat my fists against it in anger,
When I practiced my backbends on its seat,
While I danced in nothing but my underwear across the living room.
Does this lady know that she’s getting a piece of my life?
Will she appreciate it as much as I did – do?
I can only hope so.
$125. Is that all its worth, this icon of a time in my life?
Not all couches are created equal.
“Yup.”
“Great! … How much… a hundred bucks?”
“A hundred end twenty-five.”
“Nice. I feel so screwed over.”
“By that couch…?”
“Yes, and by everything – life in general.”
[Gentle chuckles]
“Don’t laugh, this isn’t funny! I feel like I’m only worth a hundred and twenty-five dollars.”
[She thinks to herself]
My brown and gold, vintage couch with feather cushions.
Does this woman know that the cushions of this couch are stuffed with down?
Does she know that I adored that couch?
I slept on that couch.
I cried on that couch.
I laughed so hard I peed on that couch.
That couch was the safest, warmest place in the middle of winter when I kept my heat down low to save on the bill.
That couch hosted guests, my father, my brother-in-law, my neighbor.
That couch cradled us as we cradled big glasses of red wine.
That couch saw us when we played with photo booth on your Mac.
That couch watched as I concocted dinner in the kitchen.
That couch held fast when I beat my fists against it in anger,
When I practiced my backbends on its seat,
While I danced in nothing but my underwear across the living room.
Does this lady know that she’s getting a piece of my life?
Will she appreciate it as much as I did – do?
I can only hope so.
$125. Is that all its worth, this icon of a time in my life?
Not all couches are created equal.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Limitless
I am standing in the middle of a circular room, the foyer to a dozen doors.
Each heavy rectangle has been flung wide open.
And behind every one, a different scene, season, sensation.
Bright, island sunshine converges with frigid, arctic winds.
Spring tulips amidst the desert sand.
The vast ocean stretches out before Mt. Everest.
The Eiffel tower marks the entrance to the Amazon.
I could run and hide, but where, under a doormat?
I could choose to fear what lies behind each door.
Instead, I stand with arms stretched open.
Stripped of everything familiar and comfortable I surround myself with what I do know – the embrace of someone who cares and a home cooked meal shared by all who love.
Naked, I embrace it all because I have no other choice.
If nothing else, even if I find myself totally alone, at least I know that their affection will carry over the continents, even into outer space.
Turning, spinning, head thrust back, heart lifted to the sky, arms spread like wings. I twirl.
Perhaps if my feet move fast enough I will lift off the ground and into the expanse that is this world.
After all the sky’s the limit, or is it…?
Each heavy rectangle has been flung wide open.
And behind every one, a different scene, season, sensation.
Bright, island sunshine converges with frigid, arctic winds.
Spring tulips amidst the desert sand.
The vast ocean stretches out before Mt. Everest.
The Eiffel tower marks the entrance to the Amazon.
I could run and hide, but where, under a doormat?
I could choose to fear what lies behind each door.
Instead, I stand with arms stretched open.
Stripped of everything familiar and comfortable I surround myself with what I do know – the embrace of someone who cares and a home cooked meal shared by all who love.
Naked, I embrace it all because I have no other choice.
If nothing else, even if I find myself totally alone, at least I know that their affection will carry over the continents, even into outer space.
Turning, spinning, head thrust back, heart lifted to the sky, arms spread like wings. I twirl.
Perhaps if my feet move fast enough I will lift off the ground and into the expanse that is this world.
After all the sky’s the limit, or is it…?
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Discovering A Whole New World.com
Discovering A Whole New World.
So, apparently, there is a whole new virtual reality on the internet.
(New in the most adjective of terms.)
Okay, okay, of course we all “knew” that there was a whole other world on the net, but I didn’t really KNOW that.
I mean I just spent the last two hours (two hours of my life) that I could be doing something WAY more useful, but no, I spent the last hundred and twenty minutes on my computer delving in a world previously so unfamiliar to me.
I feel so sheltered.
Let’s call it Social Networking. I’d call it, “avoiding reality.” Wow, what a trip. Some people lead totally different lives on their computers. I mean, hell, dream what you will, but living a double life, is like playing God. Okay, maybe not that extreme but still… One life here, in this body, and one with a skinner version of you out in cyber space, maybe with the same name, (maybe different) doing things that you’d always wished you could do. Well why not go out there and DO them? What’s REALLY stopping these people? Is it fear? Is it a physical handicap? You tell me. I just don’t see the point. Call me old school, call me a hippie but I’d rather hug the apricot tree in my back yard, than build an orchard in my virtual reality on the internet.
I prefer to travel. It gives me the freedom to be whom I want, within the limitation of this body. I meet people in much the same way. We have something in common. Either you search for them via social networks on the worldwide web – right click “food and wine.” Or you’re stuck with them on an eight-hour flight to Rio de Janeiro. Whichever way, you have something in common and chances are, the one you’re sitting next to in economy class is much more real than username WiNeLoVeR whom you get to chat up everyday on your lunch break. Discussing the latest reds you’re coveting or that new pinot you’re dying to try. Give me a grimy old fart who snores or a crying baby – at least they’re tangible.
Having given out my e-mail address about a dozen and half times; typing in my name and my country of origin at least that many, I am satisfied in saying I still don’t have any new friend requests, or new comments. Guess that means I have to “update my profile…” Sky Harbor International Airport, here I come. Make room for this hunk of living breathing flash, because I’ve had enough of cyber space to last a while. I want HUMAN to HUMAN contact. I want to touch that person I’m talking to. I want to hold them so tight that neither of us can take a breath.
Conclusion:
I’ll leave social networking to those who have that kind of time on their hands. You know who you are. But me, I’d prefer to look into the eyes of those I talk to – seeing the laughter, the joy, the pain the tender soul qualities each of us poses, and no, not through a web cam, either.
So, apparently, there is a whole new virtual reality on the internet.
(New in the most adjective of terms.)
Okay, okay, of course we all “knew” that there was a whole other world on the net, but I didn’t really KNOW that.
I mean I just spent the last two hours (two hours of my life) that I could be doing something WAY more useful, but no, I spent the last hundred and twenty minutes on my computer delving in a world previously so unfamiliar to me.
I feel so sheltered.
Let’s call it Social Networking. I’d call it, “avoiding reality.” Wow, what a trip. Some people lead totally different lives on their computers. I mean, hell, dream what you will, but living a double life, is like playing God. Okay, maybe not that extreme but still… One life here, in this body, and one with a skinner version of you out in cyber space, maybe with the same name, (maybe different) doing things that you’d always wished you could do. Well why not go out there and DO them? What’s REALLY stopping these people? Is it fear? Is it a physical handicap? You tell me. I just don’t see the point. Call me old school, call me a hippie but I’d rather hug the apricot tree in my back yard, than build an orchard in my virtual reality on the internet.
I prefer to travel. It gives me the freedom to be whom I want, within the limitation of this body. I meet people in much the same way. We have something in common. Either you search for them via social networks on the worldwide web – right click “food and wine.” Or you’re stuck with them on an eight-hour flight to Rio de Janeiro. Whichever way, you have something in common and chances are, the one you’re sitting next to in economy class is much more real than username WiNeLoVeR whom you get to chat up everyday on your lunch break. Discussing the latest reds you’re coveting or that new pinot you’re dying to try. Give me a grimy old fart who snores or a crying baby – at least they’re tangible.
Having given out my e-mail address about a dozen and half times; typing in my name and my country of origin at least that many, I am satisfied in saying I still don’t have any new friend requests, or new comments. Guess that means I have to “update my profile…” Sky Harbor International Airport, here I come. Make room for this hunk of living breathing flash, because I’ve had enough of cyber space to last a while. I want HUMAN to HUMAN contact. I want to touch that person I’m talking to. I want to hold them so tight that neither of us can take a breath.
Conclusion:
I’ll leave social networking to those who have that kind of time on their hands. You know who you are. But me, I’d prefer to look into the eyes of those I talk to – seeing the laughter, the joy, the pain the tender soul qualities each of us poses, and no, not through a web cam, either.
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