Friday, October 29, 2010

Alice, Cinde and Snow Post -Princesses

Once upon a time there were three girls named Alice, Cinda, and Snow. They lived as little girls do dreaming dreams and making up wishes with lives filled with lots of puppy dogs kisses and then they grew up.

One day Alice looked into her garden and saw there were moles eating her plants and creating little holes everywhere. What was she to do she spent so much time creating a fairyland garden maybe to replace the life that was not so magic. What happened she thought?
Sipping her tea she reflected with this question “Was there a different path I should have ventured down?”

Cinde was cleaning everything sparkling and as she looked around she felt complete. Everything in its place but suddenly there was nothing else to do, all of her tasks were complete and she felt lost. All at once a thought occurred to her, what else in her life was there but cleaning and waiting on others? When and where did her dreams disappear to?

Snow was always busy spinning in circles and thinking of parties she was planning to have. What would she serve, who would she invite? Would she have it in the garden and what sort of theme would it be? The exciting part of a party was in the planning, she loved this part of the process. One day she could find no reason to have a party and it struck her the focus of her life was wrapped in a series of planning a future but never living in the present.

So, as luck would have it the three women met at a bus stop.
Alice was carrying a bouquet of flowers, Cinde was loaded down with dry cleaning and other odds and ends, and Snow was busy on her cell phone making calls about a party that there was no reason to have. The three women filled with their own concerns found themselves staring at the others until all were filled with silent observation.
to be cont.

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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Concerts, Fathers and Daughters

A letter to my dad. A word I have always wanted to use.

I look around and I have no memories stored of you.
There are no complaints, promises missed, no “I told you so,” nothing.

I have never been able to call you for advice. I could not look into your eyes and see a reflection to build on.
We had no smiles to exchange over a silent moment only we would understand.

How does one build on nothing?

“I love you Dad” words I long to have said.

Often saying words may make them lose validity with repetition, but the only way that can happen is if there is no action behind the words. The hard work of being a parent is because it happens without the thought of reward or gratitude. It is perseverance of faith, love and endless dreams of “what if”.

We have:
No missed dates
No hand to hold crossing the street
No wait
No hurry up
No favorite song to know
No kiss on the cheek
No hugs

Lift me into the air
Swing me around
Make me laugh

All I feel is loss and tears
running down like little streams on my cheeks.
Tiny drops of hurt, small sighs never to be heard by you
I try to let go of feelings that are
real, but I do not want to forget you happened.
I am your memory.
Let me, a living one, reflect well.

A letter to my dad. The only word I could never say.

Dedicated to Fathers understanding the importance of music.

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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Innovation Thursday!

I was thinking while gone for a few days some ideas for entrepreneurs to take and run with.

Remember the old "Sit and Spin" my kids loved it!

1. Now let us have the "Sit and See" located in Sofa's and Chair's; a small box linked to the remote to turn on the TV. What does this do, never having to shout, look for, or sit on the remote again. Plus, wasted electricity down on, up off. They could be as elaborate as your cell phone only on the side of your current mode of leisure.

2. "A pad to translate information from a computer," ex; like a recipe, a draft of information from the library.
It would be like an etch a sketch, information temporarily used. No ink wasted, no paper wasted. less wasted electricity. This would not be about accessing online, only transmitting information from different sources. Plug in and transfer. Scan and transfer. The idea is temporary information easily accessed and disposed of. Think of the ramifications, top secret ideas all deleted with a swipe or sweep of the screen. Non, new word "photoable" glass so no information leaks. Think about notes taken at meetings, information distributed from meetings, booklets of changes in procedure, how much is wasted for the landfills. Ok entrepreneurs, of the USA, it is up to you.

Enough for this week. I just wanted to say, a weekend ago a few of our family went to Washington D.C.. We were treated wonderfully and had an amazing time at our Nation's capitol.
I will say the White House does not look as big as I thought. The city was much cleaner than I thought it would be. I always knew how lucky I was to be an American but I also realize every day we all take certain liberties for granted and sometimes do not show respect. We may not appreciate who is representing us but the office is only as good or as involved as we as American's choose to be. We can all throw stones but all that does is break windows. Then we have to buy new windows. Our thoughtlessness in this realm is ineffective, we must have the courage of our convictions and choose to work through the system instead of against it. Have courage, be brave, if you are the only one on the path, it only means others have not caught on or they have.

I am hungry for liberty for all.

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Friday, October 15, 2010

Fridays are food for thought.

It is fall and there is no way to avoid winter, so I take a deep breath and realize the continuation is a constant. We may feel life is hurrying us along but we are merely reflected by what we deem important which eats up our time. So, when we lay out the dinner table is it full of junk food, activities that do not relax us, and events that create stress? Do we serve banquets to our soul or do we deny its right to a life enriched by family, loyal friends and people who will reach out when needed?
Is there enough light to distinguish what we should have gotten rid of and something new that will give more adventures and create memories not to forget. Is our table filled with familiar faces or empty chairs? So, bring in something green, something blue, something orange. Give someone a chance to feed your knowledge, share your food and give of yourself.

Walking through the leaves
Blowing here and there
I hear the crunch as the moisture
Has long left
And sometimes I slip on the leaves
Still full of color and life
having lost their hold
floating to the floor of the earth
A final hurrah
Colors I am inspired to combine
Smells linger reminding me of something impossible
To bring inside with me
Feelings erupting and like random placement of leaves
No place to contain them
I cannot decorate to liken my life as a natural being
I reach to touch the wind
To bring fresh air letting me breathe

Listen to Amos Lee "Arms of a Woman"

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Thursday, October 14, 2010

Good Things in Life

Movie: "Stranger Than Fiction" Starring "Will Ferrell"
Songs: " Running" Singer "No Doubt"
Cook book: "The New Basics" Julee Rosso
Season Fall
Herb Thyme
Tree Gingo
Color Cobalt Blue
First drink of the day Coffee
Food Blog "Smitten Kitchen"

I walk onto the musical stage of life
The stars change places
songs bring me memories
My passage brings me visions
Of the place I yearn to be
Longing to be a part
Drives me makes my need
So apparent
As I sweep the dust from the stage
I envision the ocean so vast
Every wave a wish
The whites of each cap
A sign of life at its height
The break a rest between moments
As I walk in the wetness of sand
And feel the rumble of life stretching beyond
I search for a way to become a part
Like the silent stones I gather
Small Reminders
I dance inside finding delight

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Is Oil our friend?

A while ago I was reading the New York Times who had an article about the "instability of oil". The article gave completely valid reasons quoted by a lot of "knowledgeable people". Yet, at the end, the general impression I received reading this article was "oil has always been unstable". Simple as this, I do not think so.

So, here is my unknowledgeable, uninformed, not paid for "idea".

What if this is a form of terrorism? What a strange idea, something that could hurt a mass of economies? An action or inaction of selling an item that the world depends on for manufacturing, the primary source of transportation for people and goods? This item "oil" influences the environment, the development of countries, everything actually.

Does anyone think beyond the end of their nose? Now don't get me wrong if this idea has been out there in a books, articles, or on the so called 'nightly news" I obviously am not trying to plagiarize. I just have never heard this idea truly explored in my small, small world about this potential, probable correlation.

But, how interesting that the worlds main focus on curtailing terrorism, is to hunt down terrorists, by trying to stop the selling of guns and drugs. Which I think is necessary action by trying to thwart their activities and (in worse case scenario invade other nations.)

What a strategy though. Simple math, supply and demand. Every time the Terrorists need a new supply of guns, recruits, they make sure the demand for gas and oil prices grow higher, as far as need and results in climbing prices. There for every time we pick up the key we are contributing to potentially Terrorism. What am I saying? I just say the idea is food for thought.

Have you ever started a Sour Dough Starter? There are prime ingredients.
Flour and water and grapes if you are a purist. Flour, yeast and water if you are like most of the world.
You start with warm water, flour and a small amount, a very small amount of yeast.
You mix and let the world of micro organisms do the rest.
So, with terrorism, you have a mass of poor, non represented people, and multitude of issues and a passionate leader to tell them "how bad is the rest of the world".
So, this is a perfect sourdough starter. It starts out not stable, not very strong and with passion of dedication to feed and concentrated effort to provide opportunity to use, it becomes a powerful force to change the flavor of the world with just a drop here and there.

So, back to "But what if an act of terrorism was as simple as just "destabilizing the oil industry" or for us just raising the price of gasoline?

Look at the world in the last 30 years.

This makes sense to me.

A party of one.

Monday, October 11, 2010

dreams of streams

the sand becomes stone
i stand alone

as the cool water
slowly rushes over me
i feel the chill
and long to be cleansed

standing quietly
tiny drops
become a stream
and wash away

i relinquish my mind
to this feeling
left by the spray
it is dark
my small space
which links to
the sea
no definition
confined only by
i allow to continue

by this watery breeze

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