Monday, May 30, 2005

Memories over Memorial Day Weekend....


I spent a lot of this weekend laid up...I have something going on with my upper respiratory tract from helping some friends to paint and it's just not going away (like an idiot I did not wear a mask while putting primer on their walls and now I am paying for my stupidity) - but I did manage to watch some old movies...

(OK so they weren't 'WAR' movies to honor those who have fallen in the service of the war machine...(oops did I just type that?)) (Sure to piss someone off, I am certain) - Oh and for the record, I come from a family of Navy men - so I AM thankful that there are folks out there brave enough to fight for/protect this country (I just question the old farts er I mean idiots that lead us into war and send young men off to die for things like oil).

Would you believe I've never seen this film?????

It was/is wonderful and now is a favourite.

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The beauty of this movie was it's sheer comic affect....I forgot how gorgeous Tony Curtis was when he was younger.

As far as Marilyn Monroe goes,(who couldn't act her way out of a paper bag)- the beauty of America loving her was that she was like a size 14 (and these days would be considered fat)....my how the times have changed.

Still a wonderfully funny movie.

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Thursday, May 26, 2005

"Sith" Fans Maimed in Lightsaber Mishap

"Sith" Fans Maimed in Lightsaber Mishap - Yahoo! News

These two should have their 'geek' status revoked and be downgraded to just plain stupid...

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Amnesty slams U.S. on human rights

CNN.com - Amnesty slams U.S. on human rights - May 25, 2005

Why am I not surprised by this....

Prisoners or not, I think it's time for the US of A to take a good hard look at itself in a mirror (you know one of those mirrors that doesn't tell you JUST the things you WANT to hear).

We should be ashamed of ourselves...

Britain suffers sense of humour failure due to worries of modern life -

Britain suffers sense of humour failure due to worries of modern life - Yahoo! News

Signs that the 'stiff upper lip' thing has gone too far...

^_^

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore"

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything about the ‘dating’ debacle in my life. *laughs* - probably because for the most part it’s non-existent…

I still have ‘profiles’ out there in no-man’s-land and I get ‘hit on’ but nothing really peaks my interest. It goes to the previous post on being irritated. For instance, I am sick of hearing from people who are so lazy they can’t even describe themselves. I am also tired of having guys write who have no picture nor do they have any intention of sending you one.

When I first began this exercise in futility way back, I put a lot of thought and effort into my profile and posting a picture or two. So my take on this is that if you are not going to provide me with any info on you then don’t expect me to write back. I feel I am at a distinct disadvantage in the internet dating game without having info to go on and I am not going to provide you with a phone number or my real e-mail unless I DO find out some things about your first. Like can you read??? (do you read???), are you intelligent etc.

The other thing that is really ‘weird’ is that I keep getting hit on by guys in their 20s…I think that’s strange. My take on this is – if I am old enough to be your mom then rest assured you are not my type (a lesson my ex could have learned – but then it’s different for guys isn’t it?)...

One recent 'funny/odd' think that just happened was that I got a response from a guy that I thought had 'winked' at me online. Since he seemed intelligent, I decided to write to him in responnse and try to find out more - turns out his 'friend' had thought it would be funny to 'wink' at people on his behalf (yes it's bizarre in a Miles Standish sort of way) - at any rate, he did end up writing me back - and for an 'accident' turns out he's a really funny and smart guy. *shrugs* who knows we'll see if it goes past the intial e-mail stage.

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In my ongoing attempt to learn even more about the psychology that goes to make up that which we humans refer to as relationships (otherwise called ‘mating’ in the jungle) – I am currently reading a book by Peter Kramer, MD entitled: “Should you leave?” It’s very well written and it talks about relationships and all the myriad permutations that revolve around trying to decide if you should stay in a troubled one and if it’s even worth working on. It’s too soon in the book to decided if it’s going to be of any help to me. But I will say I’ve come across some interesting anecdotal stories to ponder. Such as a patient who once brought Dr. Kramer an Ann Landers’ advice column (because basically the premise of the book is that we all want advice NOT psychotherapy to help us make such decisions) – at any rate in that particular column, Ms. Landers tells a woman who wants her husband to stop reading the newspaper at the dinner table that if she wants her husband to pay attention to her the onus of the responsibility falls on her to ‘read up on things he’s interested in and then engage in conversation’ – the readers took Ms. Landers to task for this advice. The insight that Dr. Kramer provides is that perhaps there is another option for the wife – for all of us.

In this post-Donna-Reed world as modern women approach their relationships and even post-divorce dating – I suppose we are faced with some very tough decisions. A lot of us (at least in my age group) – don’t have our mother’s to ask for advice on this – for me because not only is she passed on now but because divorce for my mom’s generation was really taboo.

Dr. Kramer goes on to talk about one of his ‘patients’ (for really he is painting pictures of various patients in various situations) – who even though she found out her partner had been unfaithful (by atypical standards – it wasn’t a physical affair – it was more a betrayal of intimacy by sharing relationship details with another woman), the woman who wanted to know if she should stay or leave – had some good points (that is after she totally trashed some of his property once she found out about his on-line betrayal). The 'argument she posed was that she had not found anyone that she felt so in tune with so why would she give him up over something like this – after all she wasn’t perfect herself...so why trash it all and leave. What was it she was going to find that was even marginally better.

*sigh*

The whole thing has me second guessing my own actions out of anger; from a very gut level (where I lived kind of feeling. With the going psychobabble, we get directives such as ‘Staying only encourages them to treat you this way’, or ‘You have to first and foremost protect yourself and your psyche from harm, emotionally...’ I mean it seems that we are never offered any third options and a lot of times getting the one you love to even commit to going to see a shrink is an arduous task at the very least.

So again, what’s a woman to do? Do we stay with sub-standard because as we get older our options dwindle? Do we fight for our self-esteem and our right to be us and end up alone because the 20 or 30-something doesn’t act as strong as we do? Is there a middle ground and when does compromise compromise our very selves? I mean and are those our only choices? To find someone 'marginally' better than the next penis?

And I ask this in terms of dating again because I don’t want to chase off someone who is perfect for me just because I am scared and/or picky but I don’t want to settle either. It’s like the laundry list I came up with before and it’s become such a muddle in my brain that I am not even sure if it’s worth it or if I should just drop all the pretense and go get fucked and relax and see what happens...odd choice but who knows, it might be the right one for me at this stage in the game.

I just suddenly feel like Dorothy from the film ‘The Wizard of Oz’ after the Wizard has handed out all his ‘gifts’ to the others and she says: “I don’t think you have anything in that little bag for me”

*pout*

Psychiatrics want recognition of gay marriage

CNN.com - Psychiatrics want recognition of gay marriage - May 23, 2005

...and I am sure they are not the only ones who want to see this happen.

Voice of Tony the Tiger dies - May 24, 2005

CNN.com - Voice of Tony the Tiger dies - May 24, 2005

See now I am really saddened by this....

We named our son Anthony....as a nick name we used to call him 'Tony the Tiger' - in fact I have an old Polaroid picture of him being held in a Safeway Supermarket by a guy dressed in a Tony the Tiger costume - Tony must have only been about 2 months old....

It's strange how your memories work.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Give me summer

It’s gloomy here and all I want is a week of summer – to lift my mood a bit – or just feel the warmth of the sun beating down on me. I could use some heat. But the lushness of the greenness as I drive through the woods and tree-lined streets is soothing all the same...

I think, way too much. Just random thoughts flitting through like gnats. I’ll notice something like the way somebody is dressed or how they talk to their kids and it causes a minor annoyance in my head...

I’ll get on an elevator at work and I will see women and the thoughts that flicker through my mind aren’t kind; like ‘Who let you out of the house dressed that way’; or ‘Women who wear sensible shoes are frightening, smart, but frightening – but then so are women who wear those tiny shoes trying to squeeze the life out of their feet…’ – and on it goes… I am not trying to be a reporter on the world of the victims of fashion but all the same some of the stuff I see wears thin – I try to be softer, kinder and outwardly I try to behave in the way I’d want people to treat me – inwardly though I am just irritated. Stupidity drives me nuts. Therefore I am driven nuts a lot of the time.

Maybe it’s the scenery and I need new digs. Maybe it’s my life and I need a new one of those too. Maybe I am just destined to be dissatisfied with everything around me...I don’t know. I am irritated with myself as well.

Summer can’t get here fast enough. Where I will promise myself a day of lounging at the beach (especially now that I am suppose to get sun exposure *smirk*) of course my fair skin will turn the colour of an angry lobster if I stay out there for too long. But the idea of warm sand, waves crashing into the shore, and a clear blue sky just seem to be the balm I need right now. Not sure what’s going to be required by me AFTER that – perhaps a trip by myself to the mountains or out to the west coast...*shrugs* who knows. Wanderlust I guess. It would be nice to share this with another person (of the opposite sex) – but I don’t see that happening either. Maybe I am not trying hard enough – or worse – I am trying too hard, I am too picky and I am still too fresh from the kill of my own heart to be able to give it away just yet – yes we’ve gone over this before – I just don’t know when it’s all going to release me. Not sure if it ever will happen. Not sure if when it does I will be able to act. Just floating through life and hoping something will come along to snap me out of this…whatever THIS is...

And so life goes on when you are waiting for a Prince to come and rescue you (not that I *need* rescuing and especially when I don't buy into those stupid/vapid faerie tales any longer) - still you want something to break up the monotony of your life...

Friday, May 20, 2005

'Junk' science

via my friend Colleen:

The Weekly Standard


A Textbook Case of Junk Science
From the May 9, 2005 issue: What our children is learning?
by Pamela R. Winnick
05/09/2005, Volume 010, Issue 32


SEVERAL CENTURIES AGO, some "very light-skinned" people were shipwrecked on a tropical island. After "many years under the tropical sun," this light-skinned population became "dark-skinned," says Biology: The Study of Life, a high-school textbook published in 1998 by Prentice Hall, an imprint of Pearson Education.

"Downright bizarre," says Nina Jablonski, who holds the Irvine chair of anthropology at the California Academy of Sciences. Jablonski, an expert in the evolution of skin color, says it takes at least 15,000 years for skin color to evolve from black to white or vice versa. That sure is "many years." The suggestion that skin color can change in a few generations has no basis in science.

Pearson Education spokesperson Wendy Spiegel admits the error in describing the evolution of skin color, but says the teacher's manual explains the phenomenon correctly. Just why teachers are given accurate information while students are misled remains unclear.

But then there's lots that's puzzling about the science textbooks used in American classrooms. A sloppy way with facts, a preference for the politically correct over the scientifically sound, and sheer faddism characterize their content. It's as if their authors had decided above all not to expose students to the intellectual rigor that is the lifeblood of science.

Thus, a chapter on climate in a fifth-grade science textbook in the Discovery Works series, published by Houghton Mifflin (2000), opens with a Native American explanation for the changing seasons: "Crow moon is the name given to spring because that is when the crows return. April is the month of Sprouting Grass Moon." Students meander through three pages of Algonquin lore before they learn that climate is affected by the rotation and tilt of Earth--not by the return of the crows.

Houghton Mifflin spokesman Collin Earnst says such tales are included in order to "connect science to culture." He might more precisely have said to connect science to certain preferred, non-Western, or primitive cultures. Were a connection drawn to, say, a Bible story, the outcry would be heard around the world.

Affirmative action for women and minorities is similarly pervasive in science textbooks, to absurd effect. Al Roker, the affable black NBC weatherman, is hailed as a great scientist in one book in the Discovery Works series. It is common to find Marie Curie given a picture and half a page of text, but her husband, Pierre, who shared a Nobel Prize with her, relegated to the role of supportive spouse. In the same series, Thomas Edison, inventor of the light bulb, is shown next to black scientist Lewis Latimer, who improved the light bulb by adding a carbon filament. Edison's picture is smaller.

Jews have been awarded 22 percent of all Nobel Prizes in science, but readers of Houghton Mifflin's fifth-grade textbooks won't get wind of that. Navajo physicist Fred Begay, however, merits half a page for his study of Navajo medicine. Albert Einstein isn't mentioned. Biologist Clifton Poodry has made no noteworthy scientific discoveries, but he was born on the Tonawanda Seneca Indian reservation, so his picture is shown in Glenco/McGraw-Hill's Life Science (2002), a middle-school biology textbook. The head of the Human Genome Project, Francis Collins, and Nobel Laureates James Watson, Maurice H.F. Wilkins, and Francis Crick aren't named.

Addison-Wesley, another imprint of Pearson Education, is so keen on political correctness that it lists a multicultural review board of nonscientists in its Science Insights: Exploring Matter and Energy, published in 1994 but still in use. Houghton Mifflin says it overemphasizes minorities and women to "encourage" students from these groups. A spokesman for Pearson Education blames the states for demanding multiculturalism.

If it's the states that impose multiculturalism, however, they're only doing the bidding of the National Academy of Sciences. In 1995, the academy published the National Science Education Standards, which, according to academy president Bruce Alberts, "represent the best thinking . . . about what is best for our nation's students." The standards (which explicitly place religion on a par with "myth and superstition") counsel school boards to modify "assessments" for students with "limited English proficiency" by, for example, raising their scores. They tell teachers to be "sensitive" to students who are "economically deprived, female, have disabilities, or [come] from populations underrepresented in the sciences." Teachers should especially encourage "women and girls, students of color and students with disabilities."

This "best thinking" of the nation's scientific elite is being used by nearly all the 50 states as they centralize their science standards. With 22 states now requiring statewide adoption of textbooks, big-state textbook markets are the prizes for which publishers compete.

A study commissioned by the David and Lucile Packard Foundation in 2001 found 500 pages of scientific error in 12 middle-school textbooks used by 85 percent of the students in the country. One misstates Newton's first law of motion. Another says humans can't hear elephants. Another confuses "gravity" with "gravitational acceleration." Another shows the equator running through the United States. Individual scientists draft segments of these books, but reviewing the final product is sometimes left to multicultural committees who have no expertise in science.

"Thousands of teachers are saddled with error-filled physical science textbooks," wrote John Hubisz, a physics professor at North Carolina State University at Raleigh and the author of the report. "Political correctness is often more important than scientific accuracy. Middle-school text publishers now employ more people to censor books than they do to check facts."

The aim of President Bill Clinton's Goals 2000 project, enacted nine years ago, was to make American students first in science literacy. It didn't happen. A study by the National Assessment governing board in 2000 found that only 12 percent of graduating seniors were proficient in science. International surveys continue to show that American high school seniors rank 19th among seniors surveyed in 21 countries.

Members of the scientific elite are occasionally heard blaming religion for the sorry state of science education. But it isn't priests, rabbis, or mullahs who write the textbooks that misrepresent evolution, condescend to disadvantaged groups, misstate key concepts of physics, show the equator running through the United States, and come close to excising white males from the history of science. Young Americans need to learn science, and they need to distinguish it clearly from Algonquin myth.

Pregnant student defies�graduation ban

CNN.com - Pregnant student defies graduation ban - May 19, 2005

What a brave young woman. What balls! And against the Catholic establishment no less....
She is obviously going to get somewhere in her life - pregnant in high-school notwithstanding.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

For my son...

You know what...

I don’t have the strength
for this
I don’t want to
watch you hurt yourself
I can’t

I’d like to say
I am strong
But, I am not
Not anymore
I used to be

I used to be one of those
Lioness creatures
The ones that roared
And clawed and fought
Now I roar
But it’s impotent

I know
You think
you’re all grown up
But you’re not

You’re a boy still
A boy/king
Who can’t admit
He needs his mom

You want your freedom
Soon I’ll have no say
I suppose that’s how
Life is

And I’ll be
Left with memories
Of you
As my baby

I will cling to them
But they won’t
Sustain me or
Squelch my fears

And someday
When I am gone
I hope you will
Remember me

And all the times
I held you close
Trying to keep
The world at bay

'Men are Happier'

From my sister-in-law....

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Men Are Just Happier People--

Your last name stays put. Your garage is
all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.

You can be President. You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.

The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas
station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.

The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.

A five-day vacation requires ! only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.

You can play with toys all your life.
Your belly usually hides your big hips.
One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25
minutes.

No wonder men are happier!!!

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Couldn't have said it better myself...

From the brilliant Mr. Bill Maher:

"And finally, New Rule: The people in America who are most in favor of the Iraq war must now go there and fight it. The Army missed its recruiting goal by 42% last month. More people joined the Michael Jackson Fan Club. "We've done picked all the low-lying Lynndie England fruit." And now we need warm bodies. We need warm bodies like Paula Abdul needs...warm bodies!

Now, last week, a Baptist minister in North Carolina told nine members of his congregation that unless they renounced their 2004 vote for John Kerry, they had to leave his church. Well, if we're that certain these days that George Bush is always that right about everything, then going to Iraq to fulfill the glorious leader's vision would seem the least one could do. And, hey, if it makes it any easier for you, just think of it as a reality show: "Fear Factor: Shitting Your Pants Edition." "Survivor: Sunni Triangle." Or maybe it's a video game, "Grand Theft Allah."

Now, I know you're thinking, but, Bill, I already do my part with the "Support Our Troops" magnet I have on my Chevy Tahoe. How much more can one man give? Well, here's an intriguing economic indicator. It's been over a year since they graduated, but neither of the Bush twins has been able to find work. Why don't they sign up? Do they hate America or just freedom in general?

And that goes for everybody who helped sell this war. You've got to go first. Brooks and Dunn, drop your cocks and grab your socks! Ann Coulter, darling, trust me, you will love the Army. You think you make up shit!

Curt Schilling, b-bye! You ended the curse on Boston. Good. Let's try your luck in Fallouja. Oh, and that Republican Baldwin brother, he's got to go so that Ted Nugent has someone to frag.

But mostly, we have to send Mr. And Mrs. Britney Spears. Because Britney once said, "We should trust our president in every decision that he makes, and we should just support that and be faithful in what happens." Okay, somebody has to die for that. Or at least go. Hey, maybe she'll like it. Hell, she's already knocked up. That'll save the MP unit about ten minutes.

And think of the spiritual lift it will provide to troops and civilians alike when actual combat smacks the smirk off of Kevin Federline's face and fills his low-hanging trousers with dootie.

In summation, you cannot advocate for something you wouldn't do yourself. For example, I'm for fuel efficiency, which is why I drive a hybrid car and always take an electric private plane. I'm for legalizing marijuana, and so I smoke a ton of it.

And I'm for gay marriage, which is - oh, well, you get the points!"

'The Riddler' Frank Gorshin Dies at 72

'The Riddler' Frank Gorshin Dies at 72 - Yahoo! News

WOW! This is totally out of 'character' for me - no pun intended.

This man was incredibly talented and was one of my favourite 'Batman' characters...

Thanks for the memories Mr. Gorshin - R.I.P.

NPR : 'Against Depression' Urges Ending a Disease

NPR : 'Against Depression' Urges Ending a Disease

This is a subject that absolutely always grabs my attention. (Note to self: must get this book soon).

I have always agreed with the statement used by Dr. Kramer last night on NPR, that we need to treat depression as a 'real' disease. The same way we treat any other disease. Cancer, diabetes, asthma.

You would never, for example, blame someone for getting asthma or accuse them of doing it on purpose. So why is there such a stigma attached to depression? And not just a stigma but as Dr. Kramer so brilliantly pointed out in this interview, in many ways we've 'romanticized' depression. (i.e. Shelly, Byron)

Romanticized indeed.

From the beginning of this blog, I have been writing about how depression has directly impacted me, ruined my marriage, blazed it's glorious, technicolour trail through my life. It's left me angry, bitter, confused and depressed myself.

On the one hand I married a man that I felt was highly intelligent, easy on the eyes, funny, witty, sarcastic, extremely well-read, and quirky. Turns out he was also (and still is very much) depressed. I mourn this loss. But romanticism aside, I have to wonder how much he'd be 'him' WITHOUT his depression. Because depression makes you turn inward - (depression helped make me write).

In a perfect world, we could USE our depressive states for things like self-reflection, self-discovery, and perhaps as a way to make ourselves better human beings by learning to forgive ourselves...
But (as I've seen first hand), what's more likely to happen is that we destroy our lives, and those of the ones we love most and need the most help from.

How do you treat a disease when the person is more than likely to decide 'well today I feel OK so I am not going to take my medicine' or 'I just can't handle the side effects, so I am not going to take my meds'? Or where, when they do reach out and go to counseling, a lot of times they aren't able to find someone they can truly connect with - and there really isn't much in the way of help and support for people who love those suffering from depression....

The very nature of this illness is so insidious and debilitating that often times people on the 'outside' just give up. Which then makes the person suffering from the depression give up too.

My husband (at least to my untrained eye) seemed to have a 'combination' of depressive/manic/neurosis/personality disorders because I truly don't think 'just' his depression necessarily caused him to have an affair - I do believe he felt alone and empty and this brought about a chain reaction.

So what is one left to do. You love somebody like this and you search your soul for answers of how to 'deal' with it yourself. I can tell you frankly I never found an answer that helped or eased my mind, or took away the guilt. I was running on compassion for him for so long - and that never seemed to help. And eventually, I ended up having to just take my leave because this 'illness' started to make ME unravel and take ME down. So it became a matter of self-preservation. (I often joke that depression is contagious; I don't think it's a joke anymore).

I have my doubts that anyone in the field is going to listen to Dr. Kramer or even put his suggestions to use. I believe that the current system needs to be shaken up - I believe that a huge part of the population suffers in one form or another and I think that because of the way this disease gets treated (ignored is the better term here) - that it's just a matter of the blind leading the blind.

In the end (the final analysis if you will), it's time for a revolution, as in the way we moved away from how we treated 'crazy' people at the turn of the century. There needs to be a more aggressive approach to treating this disease. There needs to be a system where people touched by this illness can find help (and I don't just mean the main patient I mean the entire family). People suffering from depression need advocates in their corners because they DON'T KNOW what to do. I believe there is enough data out there to suggest that if this disease goes untreated for long enough, eventually it will kill it's victim. And that seems to me to be a huge pity and a horrible waste of human life, and, I think we owe it to ourselves as a society to try to find a cure for this plague.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

LOSING MY RELIGION

...and I find myself wishing some of my family would too....

*sigh*

This is so hard to write about. I am not even sure I should. But if I don't get this out of me it will fester and too much lately has been causing my brain to implode.

I am usually touched off by stories like this - where I feel my decision to leave behind the Catholic faith was a good one.
As snipets of the phrase 'What would Jesus do?' echo in my head and the anger rises in my throat and I find myself wondering how people look at themselves in the mirror.

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When I was young, I was raised by a devout (Italian) Roman Catholic mom and a pretty laid-back-liberal Irish Catholic dad. I grew up going to Catholic school where the nuns ran rampant with rulers and one was used on me at the tender age of 6 yrs because I was writing with my left hand. After being slapped with the ruler – I kicked the nun as hard as I could in the shins...

OK so we can see where this is leading….at the ripe old age of 12-years I was kicked out of Catholic school. So I’ve never been real big on authority nor organised religions.

I raised my children differently. I did not want them to feel like religion (more importantly) their spiritual nature was a mandate from mom. I wanted them to commune with their God – not be frightened by it. So I did not give them a ‘church’ upbringing. Oh sure we went to church on the holidays with my family and my daughter (through visiting her relatives down in West VA) – was exposed to the Baptist tradition. But there was never any ‘set-in-stone’ following in our house and although I was a practicing Pagan/Wiccan – I did not feel it was right to expose them to that either; when they asked I was honest. They also saw me practicing Yoga/meditation.

So my daughter did not become ‘religious’ – in fact, at one point, she announced she was an atheist. I winced at this a little – but again I did not mean to be hypocritical – something I used to get into screaming matches with my mom about due to my view of the Catholic Church and it’s policies.

Life with my daughter was hellish all throughout her teen years (a lot of moms I think, can attest to difficulties with their daughters). I have some serious horror stories I can tell. But I like to think of it as ‘growing pains.’ When she settled down with her current husband – it was perhaps not the ‘path’ I wanted for her – but then she’s not here to live MY life – she is here to live her OWN life. So I tried to roll with it…

That is until one day she informed me she had ‘found God” (yeah, yeah I didn’t know he was lost either (*cymbal roll* Thanks Folks – be here all week ^_^) – well since I knew her hubby was a ‘Christian’ I didn’t think this was odd. But then the more she began sharing with me – the more I became suspicious of just what ‘type’ of Christianity she was following….finally when she told me she wanted MY son to watch tapes while he was visiting her – I decided it was time to press for real details. And THIS is where she sent me to ‘explain’ what they had 'found'.

Seriously, I was aghast. I just didn’t know what to say – and I certainly did not want to alienate my daughter who was now living in Michigan with her ‘new’ family. For the record, her husband is the ONLY one in the family who seems drawn into this – the others are more ‘normal’ and reasonable people.

Now, some of you may remember that recently I became a grandmother again. I am absolutely in love with my grand-children. They are amazing, beautiful, wondrous little beings. I was worried about my daughter being able to handle two little ones but she’s done a great job. But now I’ve found out that she is expecting again! (Remember my grand-daughter is only just now 4 months old) – so now these two will be 11 months apart. This will be already on top of having a 3 year old running around.

I try having frank, honest and open discussions with my daughter. I figure she’s a woman, I’m a woman we can talk, right? WRONG. She will not even entertain the idea of birth control – it’s against God’s law somehow. I can’t fathom a God like this. And before some whacked-out Christian starts going off on me – I want to let you know that because of all the problems with labour and delivery from her last child – my daughter was told it was not such a good idea to have another baby and that IF she absolutely had to have another – she should wait at least a year and a half. Further more she was told she was that under no circumstances was she to go into active labour or have contractions.(Someone needs to explain to me how one has a baby WITHOUT contractions.)

So now, I am frightened for my daughter. (Scared to death would be a more appropriate term). And she wanted me to be as thrilled about this family as her ‘in-laws’ are and I just can’t be...so we are once again on edge with each other. At one point during our conversation I asked if she thought God’s order to Adam and Eve to ‘go forth, be fruitful and multiply’ applied directly JUST to her and her husband...yeah OK not a good thing to say…but I wasn’t going to pull my punches with her – I never have with either of my kids.

I just can’t help but feel that once again here we have an innocent ‘lamb’ being led to a slaughter and she doesn’t even know she’s the main course.

*sigh*

I’ve asked for prayers before, I am asking again…

Friday, May 13, 2005

Woman, as seen thru the eyes of an engineer


I did not want the last thing posted for the weekend to be about that horrific/heinous crime...so - I decided to post some 'technical' information sent to me by an engineer friend of how engineers view that which we call woman

Pretty funny stuff (note if you click on pics you can read them a little better).

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I feel like a storm

I feel like the storm that is raging outside my house tonight....

...or at least I *want* to feel that way - I do feel like a storm a lot of the time.
I just look out - we live so close to the lake - and I can see the waters churning up and roiling getting ready as the storm clouds grow darker and more ominous - and I want to take a little raft and go out (alone) and get lost at sea (well as 'lost at sea' as you can get on Lake Erie {which if one references the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald can be pretty lost indeed - OH and I DO realise that happened on Lake Superior}).


And I can imagine myself being frightened - at first - and then slowly - becoming one with the violence, the destruction, the annihilation that would surely come from nature's depths and take me under.

And then...I'd rest. Finally.

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There's a song I used to use to describe my feelings at times like these...

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Every night that goes between
I feel a little less
As you slowly go away from me
This is only another test
Every night you do not come
Your softness fades away
Did I ever really care that much
Is there anything left to say

Every hour of fear I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each empty night
A deadly call inside
I haven't felt this way I feel
Since many a year ago
But in those years and the lifetimes past
I did not deal with the road
And I did not deal with you I know
Tho the love has always been
So I search to find an answer there
So I can truly win

So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm

We were frail She said
"Everynight he will break your heart"
I should have known from the first
I'd be the broken hearted
But I loved you from the start

Save us...
And not all the prayers in the world, could save us


"Storms" - Stevie Nicks (from Fleetwood Mac's Tusk album)

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Dad admits to killings

This whole story has me heart sick.

While I don't even like posting shit like this - I feel the NEED to sometimes....
After all, it becomes a commentary on our society doesn't it?

OK *ahem* - here's a clue to those wonderful people working both ends of our most glorious friggin' justice system.

DON'T LET PEOPLE OUT WHO CHASE THEIR NEIGHBORS DOWN WITH RUNNING CHAINSAWS!

It's a good indicator for future behaviour patterns.

'Nuff said....

C -

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

News Hounds: Bizarre Sex Habits of The Extreme Right-Wing

Something rotten in the state of Denmark

...or Yoga for that matter. (WARNING: This is going to be a long post).

I have been trying to think of a way to write about this in an enlightened manner – without coming across as negative. After much soul-searching on the matter, I am not sure if that is possible.

It is not so much Yoga that I am negative about. It is the way it seems to be practiced in this country, the politics surrounding it and the way it’s become a multi-million (possibly billion)-dollar industry and how can anything that big stay pure. The answer, it would seem, is that it can’t.

This is a commentary and purely my opinion and the opinions reflected on my blog are always mine – no one is holding a gun to my head, there is no higher source here than me….

That being said...

I came to Yoga almost as a fluke – I had been studying the spiritual, philosophical and yes the ‘Tantric’ aspect of it since the tender age of 17 years. I was immersed in books and reading – not the physical practice but things like the ‘ideals’ of Yoga (Yoga’s ‘romantic’ side).

Then when I was pregnant with my second child, I had a midwife from India – her name was Gita – she noticed that with my first labour and delivery I had been struggling for 48 hours (and ladies it was a dry labour!). She told me that I needed to learn how to relax and she recommended Yoga. Well that day, after putting my daughter on the bus to ship her off to kindergarten, I came back in the house (we had been watching Sesame Street) and there was a Yoga program beginning on my PBS station (out of Houston, TX) – I figured it was an omen and I have been practicing Hatha Yoga ever since…

4 years ago I decided I wanted to give something back – I wanted to teach others Yoga. I looked around for a school. I was shocked at how much it cost to study – most schools wanted $3,000.00 or more. Up front - Or with at least half down. Not having the money I decided to look some more and finally came across the Yoga school in Hudson, Ohio – it was a pay-as-you-go program and, as I was to learn, one of the best things that was ever going to happen to me. They are wonderful, incredible and I learned so very much about Yoga - I actually am certified now in Raja Yoga (to me this means the whole enchilada *laughs*)...

I jumped in full throttle. It was a bit embarrassing my first session because when I was asked about my Yoga experience which had mainly been the PBS shows (which I did every day for a decade), tons of books and a class here and there, my teachers were shocked to hear I had not regularly taken classes. In fact the senior teacher introduced me to the group by saying ‘this is C – she’s been practicing Yoga in a vacuum for 12 years’. I was mortified. I think he was skeptical of my commitment and my experience but after taking his classes he seemed to soften towards me. So there I was, learning how to be a Yoga teacher. I attended classes 2 times and week and every Sunday for 2 years. I had to read about 20 books, I had to study anatomy, physiology, and psychology of Yoga, the ethics of Yoga, the spiritual history and also take 30 hours of elective classes with another teacher. To me, to this day my Yoga ‘education’ continues. (As an aside – not to take away from this experience; the reason why my ex claims he felt neglected was because of the time I devoted to becoming a teacher).

As things progressed, there was an opportunity to participate and put my knowledge to good use at the place where I work. We as employees were offered the opportunity to use our skills in the alternative/complimentary healing techniques to begin a department that would be devoted to such practices. Again I felt this was something I could not pass up – a chance to change the direction of medical practice – to use ancient healing techniques that would help up to be on the cutting edge.

At the time I was still a student-teacher and I let my colleagues know about this – I also told them I had been studying Yoga for 13 years by that point. (Which I had on my own) – I also said I was in a teacher-training programme. We had our fist meeting – I was thrilled that we had 20 people at the table for this meeting. We had people from various backgrounds. The tow I was most impressed with were actually from India (one of them had been studying and teaching Yoga for 30 years). This was great! And then it happened. A nurse opened her mouth and in a very nasty manner she asked everyone for their credentials – their ‘piece of paper) – so she could see whether or not they were ‘Certified’ by the Yoga Alliance. Well up until this point I had not heard of the Yoga Alliance. I have to tell you though, I did not like her attitude. She was rude, mean and I knew I’d never take a Yoga class with her...

The older Indian gentleman softly cleared his throat and said ‘in India we don’t use certificates like that – I have been teaching Yoga for 30 years and I don’t have a piece of paper that say I can teach Yoga.’ – the nurse was furious. The meeting was useless. There seemed to be no way to agree that any of us could or should teach and if so, how we would do that. At that time our target consumer was the employees.

After a couple of weeks I was called on to speak to the head of this program. He is a wonderful man, and a brilliant doctor. He wanted to know if I would teach the Yoga class to the employees. He said no one else seemed interested. He also told me for the time being I needed to not get paid to do this – in other words we were offering the classes for free. I felt honoured and I also felt in the interest of furthering the cause I should do this. I told the doctor that I was not completely done with my training but he told me that was fine, and that he trusted me.

They put out ads, they ran this on the company’s internal intra-net and they put my pager out there for info on the classes. For one week I was getting paged 24/7. I received about 100 calls – I was totally inundated. I felt that maybe half of the people would show.

The day came to teach – I was a nervous wreck. I was given a space in a lobby I was not thrilled – I wanted a private room – but I figured we would see what happened. 70 people showed up for the class. 70 PEOPLE! I had tears in my eyes – not only out of joy but because I realised how stressed out they must be to be there wanting me to show them Yoga….

After that I had 2 classes per week. I was given a beautiful room where I could play music, turn down the lights and we had a garden to look out on as we practiced. I had a blast. For one entire year I offered the classes for free. Then I began to get burned out. One of my teachers suggested it was time to get paid to teach. He said even in India – gurus are given something – food, clothing etc. He said my karma would get all out of whack if I did not get compensation. He knew I loved my students (I did indeed) – but he said it was time.

And so bravely – I asked to meet with the ‘powers that be’. I put together a presentation of data I collected (I made all my students take a survey of my class) – I put together information on how the classes were helping the employees and how Yoga helps people in general. All I really wanted was $25.00/class to teach. The doctors did agree with me – however they wanted to charge the employees instead of just paying me $25 to teach a class. I would have to ask my students for $5.00/class and then take the $25.00 and turn the rest over to the department. At the time this happened I had 40 students spread over 2 classes. When we asked the students to pay –I lost almost all of them. Seriously. I was really frustrated.

So we decided to take the summer off and start again in the fall – this time the classes would be advertised as a 6-week course for $25.00 (which is a savings of $5.00). I began again to get tons of phone calls. People were thrilled and we had to turn some of them away. The classes were a success. For two years we went on like this and eventually I even got a raise – I made 60% of the take. It was nice. I had repeat students. It was really flowing – sure we hit snags here and there but it was great.

Then last summer – I took some time off because my son needed surgery. As the summer drew to a close I got in touch with the people in the now Center for Integrative Medicine. I was excited to begin another season of teaching. I had some great ideas so we could expand the practice. I kept getting the runaround though about setting up. SO finally I asked for an ‘audience’ with the woman running the program. We met – she told me things right now were in flux and she was going on to other things…in other words she was no longer working with the Yoga programmed. I was basically a Yoga teacher without a country if you will. My students began to get in touch, anxious to start up again – I told them things were up in the air….

Not long after this I was told there was a new person in charge of the Center. I also had recently met the new medical director of the Center – she was a joy to be around and no typical ‘white coat’. She in turn wrote to the new doctor who was overseeing everything asking when we could start up again. The e-mail he wrote back was pretty clear. ‘At this time, we are no longer pursuing offering Yoga classes to the employees…if and when we decide to re-visit this matter, we will contact you.’ – it was also hinted that I had to be a nurse to teach Yoga….um OK. Now while I have o problem with nurses BECOMING Yoga teachers – there is a certain training involved in being a Yoga teacher (see below for further comments on this) – this also ‘pissed’ me off because here I had been teaching for 3 friggin’ years and not one person said I ever had to be a nurse…

I was devastated and that’s an understatement. I was getting calls daily about re-starting the program and I didn’t know what to say. Nor did I know how to hide my frustration. Finally I decided to write to the students to let them know what happened. Immediately I was being written to by people who ‘knew’ the man who had decided to not ‘re-visit’ the classes – they told me I had better rescind what I said – I refused. Nothing happened. But still we had no classes.

I began teaching at the fitness center where I work and during the fall/winter months we had some good attendance – but it was not the same as the previous classes. My students and total strangers still were trying to get the classes re-instated. In January of this year (2005) – we were asked to come up with ideas to help promote health and wellness amongst the employees. These ‘ideas’ were something that everyone participated in for various issues here at work. There was an outpouring of interest in getting the Yoga class together. In fact I received call asking if I would be interested in starting again. I of course said yes. Once again the program was shot down….because as they put it to all of us. This idea has been implemented (it’s kind of like the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing – there’s a lot of that in a place this big).

So here I am...

In the meantime I teach at the fitness center. I teach semi-private lessons and I sub here and there for one of my friends. Recently by the grace of God, I was given the opportunity to start my own Yoga ‘studio’ and so now I am in my very own private practice. For this I am thrilled. But I can not help but be upset by how Yoga was treated here.

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Over the years as I have been practicing and teaching Yoga, I have been slowly finding out about how Yoga is viewed not just by the medical profession (as quackery without double-blind-randomised studies to prove it has any basis in science or can help patients – yes Doctor, nevermind the FACT that the SCIENCE of Yoga is over 5,000 years old and there HAVE been studies in India and Great Britain (that actually made the medical journals over there – but whatever...)

Yoga is BIG money here in the states. Yoga has become corrupt. One of the wisest comments I ever heard from my senior teacher was ‘Don’t get caught up in the Guru trap’ – because that’s what happens to these big-name teachers like – Rodney Yee, Amrit Desai, etc. Also there is a huge brouhaha over being ‘registered’ with the Yoga Alliance. Now, I do not take issue with Yoga being regulated; early on in my search for a Yoga community – which by the way is a really rich and varied community – in reading msg boards, talking with other teachers, being around others with an alternative practice background, and people seemed to come down on two different sides. Either for the Yoga Alliance or against it - it was like you'd be asked 'where did YOU get certified from' - almost catty - the piece of paper mattered more than your ability, (and if you don't think there is competition and in-fighting in the Yoga community, think again.) What I saw increasingly was that the Yoga Alliance wanted money for you to be ‘registered’ with them and supposedly they set out the ‘standards’ by which Yoga schools would be granted a certain status and therefore be able to claim that their students met the Yoga Alliance’s requirements. I want to say right here and now they are good requirements. They are thorough. Here is my problem – no one acknowledges the Yoga Alliance – in other words no one is governing them (like the state or the feds). Here’s another issue I have; There are Yoga teachers (some of them are actually friends of mine) – that have had absolutely NO FORMAL TRAINING. They read some books or they went for a 1 or 2 weekend training session and all of a sudden THEY are Yoga teachers. I totally am against this. Totally. As far as I am concerned when you decide to do this it should be a life-long learning experience (at the very least a couple of years – NOT A WEEKEND THING! ).

So now there is a brouhaha over the State of New York (Albany, NY to be exact) wanting Yoga teachers to be registered with the state. Everyone is up in arms about it. Here’s my two cents (for what it’s worth): If we don’t want the state regulating Yoga then we as the Yoga community need to step up to the plate and regulate ourselves. And that means standards that are the same, all the way across the board. Licensing, re-testing. A sort of ‘state boards’ if you will. We need to all carry liability insurance and we need to all be safe in our practices.

Here’s wherein lies the rub – Yoga is a SUBJECTIVE experience. I don’t care how educated a teacher is - either you like them or you don’t. Also there are so many different TYPES of Yoga being practiced out there – how are we going to find a standard that fits all the way across the board. I mean it’s practically like specialized medicine. (Shit – as far as *I* am concerned it *IS* specialized medicine)...

So there trouble in paradise and I think we all need to get our acts together – otherwise the government has every right to look into what we are doing – especially when there is the potential to cause harm to our students. I know *I* want to go to a teacher that knows what they are doing...

Feel free to comment – I know this has been long winded.

Thanks as always for listening

Namaste

Aum Shanti, Shanti, Shanti

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

CNN.com - Jesus Christ in legal battle to get license

CNN.com - Jesus Christ in legal battle to get license - May 10, 2005

Aww...c'mon - give Jesus a break! (Although secretly I wonder if he is going to drive like those pople with all those 'God' bumper stickers on their cars - please don't get me started about the way those people drive) *snicker*

This week's toon

This week's toon

Via the ever vigilant Mr. Hess, a cartoon from Derf *giggles*

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Monday, May 09, 2005

Terri Schiavo Family Wants Info on Ashes

Terri Schiavo Family Wants Info on Ashes

Now this is bullshit in the highest order. I mean for fuck's sake what the hell is the matter with people???

This just goes beyond the pale to me....haven't these people been through enough?

Everytime I think humanity can stoop no lower - they find a way to surprise me....

Dog cared for abandoned baby

Well I suppose this time the quote 'that dingo ate your baby' does not apply.....

Sunday, May 08, 2005

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

"Babies are bits of stardust blown from the hand of God. Lucky the woman who knows the pangs of birth for she has held a star." --Larry Barretto


Happy Mother's Day to all moms out there. May your children (eventually) appreciate all you've done for them - and if not - we all know we love them anyway...

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Saturday, May 07, 2005

When the term 'cheesecake' applied to men...


Paul Newman...need I say more.

I caught a brief glimpse of this today but did not have time to sit and watch it...that's a shame - it's a great prison movie in general and seeing Paul Newman's body never hurts either..

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Modern day eye-candy


Ralph Fiennes is no Paul Newman but as far as eye-candy goes he's pretty good.

This is one of my favourite movies too. (I have a lot) - this one I own. I've been wanting to watch but it might be difficult on me - sometimes the emotions that come from watching these types of films can be overwhelming...

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Friday, May 06, 2005

NPR : Teaching Evolution: A State-by-State Debate

NPR : Teaching Evolution: A State-by-State Debate

EVERYONE....

Take two giant steps back....wait....you didn't say 'Mother May I!'

Um. Look - I believe in God/Goddess/A higher power - really I do.

I also believe in the theory of evolution - and that IT should be taught in our schools. You learn 'Bible learning' in Sunday school...

We are beginning to slide down a really slippery slope in this country and I htink it is truly going to set up way back in terms of education, critical thinking and personal rights and freedoms.

This continues to scare the hell out of me...seriously some scary stuff.

FINGER FOODS!

So what? Is this a 'trend' now?

Ugh!

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

NPR : The Kent State Shootings, 35 Years Later

NPR : The Kent State Shootings, 35 Years Later

In remembrance. The times were so very turbulent. I remember this and it has burned a permanent scar in my psyche. I don't even think they teach this in our history classes.

Today we are troubled by a similar conflict and thankfully no young person has been killed for protesting an unjust war - but then I don't see many young people protesting or even as outraged as we seemed to be back then...

Are we afraid to face our own government anymore? Has this message grown any less timeless? Isn't war/violence STILL wrong?

It is to me..

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

A small milestone

*Fanfare* *Trumpets Blaring*

Dancing on Colette's Grave had officially had 10,000 + hits (that is kind of cool - I guess). Thanks everyone.

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Sometimes the words ARE enough

I've admired poets all my life. I adore poetry - too bad there does not seem to be a future in it - oh sure - you can be a poet and be published - but you can't quit your day job...now can you?

I love poets best when they are raw, unflinching, uncensored, sexually-charged, hard, cold, looking death (or love and love's losses) square in the face and laughing...some of my favourites are: Edgar Allen Poe, Shel Silverstein, Anne Sexton, Margaret Atwood, Pablo Neruda (these are just to name a small few).

Thanks to Mr. Hess over at Have Coffee, Will Write - I have a new favourite (to add the the huge list of writers and poets I already admire, read, or just plain wish I could carry their love child *wink*):

Kim Addonizio. (You can read the couple of excerpts here.)

What an incredible voice she has - another trip to my local library is apparently in order - however I fear I will need to covet her words like a fine wine - or perhaps it's more like handling sharp glass that slices your skin before you ever notice the cut - the taste of the blood exquisite all the same....

'I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail...'

“My dear,

That is precisely WHERE the beauty comes from - in being able to disseminate the ordinary, day-to-day bullshit; to write about it and shed light on it, and draw others into the actual simplicity, and mundaneness - and yet show just how important and beautiful those simple tasks can be - someone counts on us to do them...and, by writing about it (in all it's tediousness), Ms. Sarton HAS managed to get around to doing the IMPORTANT thing.

Our daily lives, our loves act as the colours we use to paint the canvas that is our history.

Crafting words about your life, your vision, is your gift, your talent. Even if you were to go and dig ditches, your gift of being a great writer would still be there - under all the dust.”


This is a comment I left on a friend’s blog. He is a great writer. He is a great person.

You can find the post on his blog to which I am referring here...

I was commenting/responding to something beautiful written by May Sarton (another great writer). What Ms. Sarton wrote struck a chord with me too…

“There were moments … when it seemed that all one could be asked was just to keep the ashtrays clean, the bed made, the wastebaskets emptied, as if one never got to the real things because of the constant exhausting battle to keep ordinary life from falling apart”

I remember when I decided to write (years ago) – I don’t know what drove me to want to do it – perhaps the ‘stories’ built up in me over the years and wanting to somehow let them out, like steam escaping from a kettle too long on the stove…

I asked a very accomplished friend about writing (she was a great person, an actress, a ballet dancer, a writer, a mother late in life (her early 40s)...her advice about writing was simple.

“One writes, by applying one’s ass to the seat of one’s chair and writing…” I’ve carried those words with me ever since – not knowing quite what to make of that advice. Until I began this blog...

So it’s become for me in a lot of ways a path down a road less traveled – a life less ordinary (not to steal book names here), something of quiet introspection to try to find a pattern so I can break some of the endless cycles I find myself participating in. Yes in some ways I’ve lived a ‘wild life’ – but I am not always sure if that makes it worth writing about – *laughs* - or worth reading for that matter.

What makes something worth writing about? What makes a writer worth reading? Like beauty – is it all in the eyes of the beholder? Does my writing make you want to read more – or make you feel like I should put down my pen and go dig ditches (*laugh*)

The times when I face this blank page and begin to set the words upon it – like painting a canvas, the paper awash in the colours that comprise my story/my life – almost like my life blood spilling out.

I used to hear stories about writers block. People who would face the blank page with terror and not joy. Most of the time I was hearing this from my ex – he seems to have felt his ‘sickness’ robbed him of his ability to write (while simultaneously complaining that the meds made him feel numb and unable to reach the place where his creativity lived) – I can answer to neither statement. Fortunately, not being afflicted in such a way.

I know that when I write – a lot of times it is a way for me to keep things in perspective, to go deep inside and try to somehow decipher all those feelings – the inner workings of my psyche. I don’t feel terror – I don’t always do it in joy. I write because I HAVE TO WRITE.

I hear that from a lot of writers too….

Sometimes I think the stuff I write is ‘dreck’ oozing from my pain and hurt like so much pus. It’s not worth reading. Yet somehow I have a bit of an audience. But that’s not why I keep writing. It’s something I know – it’s a part of me – I can no more rid myself of my inner voice than I can the body I am currently inhabiting – that is without ending my life. I don’t know if I will always be this way. I don’t know if this is a gift or an ‘affliction’ – it’s something I know in my heart ad in my soul. It’s like the way I know the person I need to be with is going to be like me in such a way that I won’t have to explain WHO I am or WHAT I am talking about. The same way I know deep down I have a mystical/spiritual/magical side that is part of the person I am – undeniably part and parcel of ME. It illuminates and pierces the darkness, allowing me to find that small part of joy within the deepest depths of my sorrows. That which cannot by science or medicine be proven but is there all the same – like my breath – something that is a constant whisper in the back of my mind, yet part of a greater consciousness.
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