Saturday, January 31, 2009
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
A Public Thank-you to AB
This past Friday was perhaps one of those days that we all have had, and never want to repeat. Without going into detail and spilling angst and bother all over the web, trust me when I say it was definitely in the top 10!. A few weeks ago I was anonymously lurking on one of my favorite Blogs, http://anonymousboxer.blogspot.com/, and saw a Halloween card that made me smile. The Author of the Blog offered to send one to all who asked. Cringing at having to actually reveal myself, I sent her a note requesting one. This also inspired me to make a card featuring my own Count Pugula. ( See Above ) I forgot all about the request and lo and behold on Friday--the worst day--this card arrived in my office mail. That simple act reaffirmed my belief in the world. Sappy yes, but its the little things.
That led me to ponder on the way in which we all connect with each other--or not. The simple act of holding out a hand or paw, can indeed change the lens through which we view the world.
Thank-you to AB!
And I promise to get my ever expanding posterior in her more often to poke at your sensitivities, as well as occasionally your conscience.
Rememberance Day
Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a day where we can publicly remember those things or moments that have resonated deep within us for one reason or another ? It is the little things in our lives that can at times have the most profound significance, yet be trivial occurrences when examined by the lens of all human perception. What makes you smile, or feel like the world is granting you a gift? Is it a sound? Is it a scent? Or is it a particular song?
These are the small things in our lives that often influence the big things. The scent of a place can either instantly give us a feeling of serenity, or a feeling of acute discomfort. A combination of things may indeed give us that sense of being wrapped in a warm loving blanket, safe from all threats of harm. Today I would like to remember the scent of sunshine and chocolate. The combination of those scents give me a sense of comfort and rightness. The smell of leaves, and the fall air can almost bring me to tears with the beauty of the lushness in the earth as she prepares to sleep. What would you remember? If you could...
These are the small things in our lives that often influence the big things. The scent of a place can either instantly give us a feeling of serenity, or a feeling of acute discomfort. A combination of things may indeed give us that sense of being wrapped in a warm loving blanket, safe from all threats of harm. Today I would like to remember the scent of sunshine and chocolate. The combination of those scents give me a sense of comfort and rightness. The smell of leaves, and the fall air can almost bring me to tears with the beauty of the lushness in the earth as she prepares to sleep. What would you remember? If you could...
Thursday, March 6, 2008
A Sense of Freedom
Today is one of those days that simply defies description. Its a lot like the weather on the east coast; don't like it? wait an hour--it will change.
The dreary last hurrah of winter has been assaulting my sensibilities for the past few weeks. Just when I think there is hope and the promise of sun, kapow-the goddess grins and sends another 4 inches of snow and ice.
However, today was magnificent. The sun is shining, the birds are twittering, and I didn't need to scrape ice off of the car. As I drove up to the window of my favorite morning pharmacy (aka Tim Horton's), I realized that I had no purse, no money, no cell phone. Somehow these had all been left in the hallway this morning. I did remember my laptop. Scrounging for change, the coffee goddess was indeed benevolent, as last night there was some change left from a late evening coffee run.My co-pilot had dumped it in the coffee holder. Saved !
After checking in at the office, and ensuring that world peace was not being threatened by my absence I proceeded to wend my way home for the abandoned necessities of life. The strangest thing then happened as I was walking out to the car. A total sense of freedom suddenly hit me. Here I was, car keys in hand, no ID, no credit cards, no cell phone nothing. Just me, and a full tank of gas and a ten dollar bill that I had squirrelled away in my desk for emergencies.
The possibilities seemed endless. Just for those few fleeting moments it was absolutely terrific to feel as if I had no identity, no pressing issues, and best of all no way for the world to reach me.
I never realized a purse and a cell phone could weigh so much !
Today is one of those days that simply defies description. Its a lot like the weather on the east coast; don't like it? wait an hour--it will change.
The dreary last hurrah of winter has been assaulting my sensibilities for the past few weeks. Just when I think there is hope and the promise of sun, kapow-the goddess grins and sends another 4 inches of snow and ice.
However, today was magnificent. The sun is shining, the birds are twittering, and I didn't need to scrape ice off of the car. As I drove up to the window of my favorite morning pharmacy (aka Tim Horton's), I realized that I had no purse, no money, no cell phone. Somehow these had all been left in the hallway this morning. I did remember my laptop. Scrounging for change, the coffee goddess was indeed benevolent, as last night there was some change left from a late evening coffee run.My co-pilot had dumped it in the coffee holder. Saved !
After checking in at the office, and ensuring that world peace was not being threatened by my absence I proceeded to wend my way home for the abandoned necessities of life. The strangest thing then happened as I was walking out to the car. A total sense of freedom suddenly hit me. Here I was, car keys in hand, no ID, no credit cards, no cell phone nothing. Just me, and a full tank of gas and a ten dollar bill that I had squirrelled away in my desk for emergencies.
The possibilities seemed endless. Just for those few fleeting moments it was absolutely terrific to feel as if I had no identity, no pressing issues, and best of all no way for the world to reach me.
I never realized a purse and a cell phone could weigh so much !
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Erik Prince is a Saint !
Now normally, the description of the very all American CEO of Blackwater would make me despise him on principal, " Erik Prince is a multi-millionaire right-wing fundamentalist Christian from a powerful Michigan Republican family." BUT after watching the Blackwater hearings today on CSPAN he deserves to be canonized. I have never witnessed such total and complete idiocy and stupidity from supposed grown professional men, and I have sat in many a boardroom and conference room. These hearings take the cake. Both the Republicans and the Democrats with a few exceptions sound like idiotic little boys all vying to see who is going to get more attention. The stupidest and most inane comment had to come from rep. Christopher Murphy, D-Conn. " I'm not a businessman." This was his preamble to demanding that Prince disclose the annual profitability of his firm on national TV. Like this would not hurt his competitive edge. Give me a break..If this is the calibre of the average American politician, its a complete mystery as to why America has not turned into a backwater state run by a group of petty tyrants. Oh wait..maybe it already has. I say all of this despising, religious right wing fundamentalists, but Erik Prince was indeed a very tolerant man.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Just noticed something...
to the right of this post is an ad---self made man--Quentin cordair--satisfaction guaranteed...Really I had nothing to do with this. Google places the ads...Way to go Google! There should be hundreds of women clicking away by this time....
How old are you
If you awoke one morning, and did not know what year you were born in-( No you cant ask your mother), how old would you be?
The preconceived notion of age vs responsibility is highly misplaced. Would you be 20? 30? or 80? or somewhere in between. Would you finally take those chances you always wished you had, but of course the voice in your head said..."You are too old for that! "
Age is the greatest form of control that a society can hold. Your behaviors and responsibilities are all supposedly tied to age. Why cant you drive at 14? Drink at 15--legally? Are you really too tired to stay out all night at 50, and watch the sun come up as you walk up your front steps? Or is it because you are expected NOT to?
Why is it that after adolescence the majority of us forget how to play? I truly mean play, not the twist to the word that means hey babe--wanna plaaaaay? Why is it so strange to see adults actually laughing in public? As a corollary why are we so amazed when a kid says something profound?
What would you do if you could be any age? There really is nothing stopping anyone from doing as they please, except of course the "age thing". I truly believe that the phrase 'S/he should know better at her/his age"should be blasted from consciousness.
Then again, I also really really abhor the trite pseudo psych self help gremlins who proclaim..age is only a number. To me that has always sounded like an apology.
Better yet, forget about the numbers, and just be.
The preconceived notion of age vs responsibility is highly misplaced. Would you be 20? 30? or 80? or somewhere in between. Would you finally take those chances you always wished you had, but of course the voice in your head said..."You are too old for that! "
Age is the greatest form of control that a society can hold. Your behaviors and responsibilities are all supposedly tied to age. Why cant you drive at 14? Drink at 15--legally? Are you really too tired to stay out all night at 50, and watch the sun come up as you walk up your front steps? Or is it because you are expected NOT to?
Why is it that after adolescence the majority of us forget how to play? I truly mean play, not the twist to the word that means hey babe--wanna plaaaaay? Why is it so strange to see adults actually laughing in public? As a corollary why are we so amazed when a kid says something profound?
What would you do if you could be any age? There really is nothing stopping anyone from doing as they please, except of course the "age thing". I truly believe that the phrase 'S/he should know better at her/his age"should be blasted from consciousness.
Then again, I also really really abhor the trite pseudo psych self help gremlins who proclaim..age is only a number. To me that has always sounded like an apology.
Better yet, forget about the numbers, and just be.
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