Another year

I really don't post enough on this lovely forum.
I wish that people would stop using Facebook...and just blog...like how old blogging use to be before the housewife take-over.
People are so capable of expressing thought through written word; it always leaves me astounded.

Here's a simple poem because I feel like writing.

New Years:

Holiday seasons are cluttered
Oblivious to words uttered
From hearts in need of healing

Full of loving emotion
With our family's devotion
Replaced by unfeeling

We don't need a cause
To create Santa Clause
Greed takes the place of hearing

Instead let's celebrate
The ways we relate
To New Years way of forgiving


I hate it when the holidays turn out to be stressful. Sometimes families don't get along...a lot of the time there are misunderstandings and the majority of the time we forget to take time to get to know each other.

Regardless, I am so ready to take on a new year...there will be an incredible amount of frightening changes but what is change without growth and what is life without change!?! Life can be hard but holds so much beauty for those who choose to notice.

Ciao~

The Meaning of Existence - Les Murray

Everything except language
knows the meaning of existence.
Trees, planets, rivers, time
know nothing else. They express it
moment by moment as the universe.

Even this fool of a body
lives it in part, and would
have full dignity within it
but for the ignorant freedom of my talking mind.

You always look so cool...

"I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby   

“Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby 

 

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

 

Moving again

Well, it's that time again...the inevitable time in which I relocate to satiate my undying need to find myself a home. Nowhere has felt like home since I moved to Nevada, thus I have managed to morph into somewhat of a vagabond over the years...I will find closure soon enough. Until then I will continue to move on an almost annual basis, meet new people, and find out what kind of house I want to make my home.

I am so glad that I've found a place in the blogger world, sometimes they just make my day. I'm going to "borrow" a post that I read this morning from one of my favorite blogs because it just fit so perfectly into my life right now. Taken from http://www.brunchinapril.com/ The 10 Best Things About Moving:
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Today, Brunch's guest is Allison from Smart and Sassy with Sprinkles. I love her optimism & humor in this post-- I thought a lot about her list when we were right in the middle of our moving process. It was a lovely help with staying positive.
Thanks for sharing this great advice with all of us, Allison!

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The Ten Best Things About Moving

• The minute you find out you’re moving (or in my case, even find out you might be moving), you can start furiously browsing apartments online.  This is without a doubt my favorite part of moving, because it doesn’t involve packing, lifting, or breaking a sweat, just online browsing, thinking of all the cute and unpractical things you want in a new space.  And if you’re like me, it also involves your husband sitting next you, telling you to be realistic and lower your budget.  Clearly, he is missing the fun in this part of the moving process.

• You get to start fresh.  One of my favorite parts of moving is being able to start new, whether it be with a space, an attitude, or a new perspective.  Moving gives us the opportunity to reflect on the space or attitude we’re leaving behind, thinking about the change we hope to infuse in our lives as we transition to something new.

• Your bobby pin collection will be fully restocked after you find 945 bobby pins next to your bed, under your pillow, between the baseboards, and at the back of every drawer.  You will feel like you’ve hit the bobby pin jackpot.  Embrace it.

• You have an excuse to schedule more girls nights, dinner dates, and happy hours with the people you’re saying goodbye to.  The month before I left Texas, I realized all the people I would be leaving behind, and I kicked into full social mode, scheduling coffee dates and movie nights with all of my favorite people.  This allows us to savor those last special moments, as well as remember that we shouldn’t wait till we move to plan them.

• Moving allows a purge process like no other.  The thought of having to lift unnecessary boxes is too painful, giving way to a “Do I really need this?” attitude.  In my experience, if I have to ask that question, the answer is probably “No.”

• Following this purge process, you can either make some serious cash off the castaway items or share them with good friends.  When my husband and I got married, we had a garage sale with the things that wouldn’t be making it into our new home.  We made $1400, proof that the little things really do add up!  And when my friend Norma recently left Chicago, she and I traded clothes that didn’t work for us anymore.  She gained a Rachel Roy jersey dress, and I gained a cute leather bomber jacket.  A win-win for both of us!

• You will rediscover some very special things that you’ve held onto for good reason.  As you look through old boxes and files, you will inevitably stumble upon some very special and sentimental items.  Old love letters, thoughtful cards from friends, and pictures taken at the happiest of times.  It’s in those moments that I always find myself giving thanks for my many blessings.

• Dinner the first night in your new place is always a memorable moment.  Pizza, paper plates, and gas station bought Cokes.  Boxes are stacked to the ceiling, but in that moment, it feels good to be home.

• Redecorating + Pinterest.  Enough said.

• Adventure.  Moving somewhere new is the ultimate adventure.  You’re leaving behind the known for an often fairly scary unknown.  Mixed emotions abound as fear and excitement meet.  You have the chance to do something different, take risks, and reinvent yourself.  You have a new opportunity to live the life you’ve always wanted.  So take the chance, enjoy the ride, and embrace the ultimate adventure.

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Today is going to be a wonderful day! I'm hoping to post pictures in the near future of my very cute new condo :)

Ciao

This is what I need...put into word form

First, make time for her.  You are probably used to having time for yourself but now you must make time for her.  I mean this in the sense of comfortable routines you share together like a morning cup of coffee. I also mean it in the sense of sacrifice. Put down the book.  Look at her.  Listen to her.  You will need to do this more often than you can imagine.

Second, find mentors.  Choose from among us men who will challenge you, encourage you, and admonish you.  Do not share your frustrations with your friends.  Chose rather one or two men who will keep your confidence and carry your burdens, and reminding you of your obligations.  You will need this.  We all do.

And finally, honor her.  Your affection for her should be known in all the world.  Delight in her, praise her and thank her.  Never belittle her or make fun of her.  The safest place she can be should be by your side. If you cherish her and sanctify her like this, she will not only love you more, she will trust you more.

http://blog.thedaysman.com/author/wmetts/

 

No Words

"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos has a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that."
                                                                             -Brian Andrias

Hide and Seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Because it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.

Damage

The summer heat was like death in her lungs. 

Damage knew the dry suffocation 

would be the end of her dreams.

This threat was real. 

Beautiful that she was

her faith was weak

her emotions too real. 

Her reflection created unbearable pain. 

It was as if there was no room

to creep forward or backward 

but her soul felt the pressure to break free.

Movement was her only hope, 

her only outlet to allow for survival. 

At any cost this was the achievable goal.

Damage would tell herself, 

move from the couch to the bed. 

Move from the bed to the kitchen. 

Rinse and repeat.

Pray and repeat.

Weep and repeat...

The passage of time moved Damage

out of one house, into another 

and another and another. 

Her family still had the dirt of the road 

on their shoes and yet

she still had an insatiable need to move.

Further, faster, without end 

A Woman Should... by Mary Angelou

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... 

enough money within her control to move out 
and rent a place of her own, 
even if she never wants to or needs to... 
something perfect to wear if the employer, 
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour... 



A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...

a youth she's content to leave behind.... 
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to 
retelling it in her old age.... 
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra... 
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry... 



A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...

a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family... 
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, 
and a recipe for a meal, 
that will make her guests feel honored... 



A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...

a feeling of control over her destiny..... 
how to fall in love without losing herself.. 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... 

how to quit a job, 
break up with a lover, 
and confront a friend without; 
ruining the friendship.... 


EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY... 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... 

that she can't change the length of her calves, 
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. 
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over... 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... 

what she would and wouldn't do for love or more..... 
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it... 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

whom she can trust, 
whom she can't, 
and why she shouldn't take it personally... 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... 

where to go... 
be it to her best friend's kitchen table.. 
or a charming Inn in the woods... 
when her soul needs soothing... 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... 

What she can and can't accomplish in a day... 
a month...and a year... 



 

The Perks of Being a Wallflower...movie!!!

I will travel many miles. I can hardly contain my excitement. I believe it's time to read it for the 10th time. It's going to be a spectacular day.

Kurt Vonnegut

Oh, a sleeping drunkard
Up in Central Park,
And a lion-hunter
In the jungle dark,
And a Chinese dentist,
And a British queen-
All fit together
In the same machine.
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice-
So many different people
In the same device.

SUN BEAMS

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand.
~Anne Morrow Lindenbergh


For a relationship to stay alive, love alone is not enough. Without imagination, love stales into sentiment, duty, boredom. Relationships fail not because we have stopped loving but because we first stopped imagining.
~James Hillman

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.
~Erica Jong

Who Understands Me but Me?

Who Understands Me but Me?
~Jimmy Santiago Baca


They turn the water off, so I live without water,
They build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
they paint the windows black, so I live without sunshine,
they lock my cage, so I live without going anywhere,
they take each last tear I have, I live without tears,
they take my heart and rip it open, I live without heart,
they take my life and crush it, so I live without a future,
they say I am beastly and fiendish, so I have no friends,
they stop up each hope, so I have no passage out of hell,
they give me pain, so I live with pain,
they give me hate so I live with my hate,
they have changed me, and I am not the same man,
they give me no shower, so I live with my smell,
they separated me from my brothers, so I live without brothers,
who understands me when I say this is beautiful?
who understands me when I say I have found other freedoms?

I cannot fly or make something appear in my hand,
I cannot make the heavens open of the earth tremble,
I can live with myself, and I am amazed at myself, my love, my beauty
I am taken by my failures, astounded by my fears,
I am stubborn and childish,
in the midst of this wreckage of life they incurred,
I practice being myself,
and I have found parts of myself never dreamed of by me,
they were goaded out from under rocks in my heart
when the walls were built higher,
when the water was turned off and the windows painted black.
I followed these signs
like an old tracker and followed the tracks deep into myself,
followed the blood-spotted path,
deeper into dangerous regions, and found so many parts of myself,
who taught me water is not everything,
and gave me new eyes to see through walls,
and when they spoke, sunlight came out of their mouths,
and I was laughing at me with them,
we laughed like children and made pacts to always be loyal,
who understand me when I say this is beautiful?

Jai Guru Deva Om

It was said in the Beatles song "Across the Universe". Most simple translation is: "I give thanks to Guru Dev (heavenly teacher) om" Om is just a sound. However a more detailed translation is: "Jai" means "O Hail" or "Victory to" "Guru" means "Teacher" "Deva" means "God/Lord/Demi-God&q uot; "om" some say is the source of all existence that comes from vibration Note Guru Dev was a Maharishi's teacher Jai guru deva om Nothing gonna change my world Nothing gonna change my world Nothing gonna change my world Nothing gonna change my world

Flannery O' Connor

The kiss, which had more pressure than feeling behind it, produced that extra surge of adrenalin in the girl that enables one to carry a packed trunk out of a burning house, but in her, the power went at once to the brain. Even before he released her, her mind, clear and detached and ironic anyway, was regarding him from a great distance, with amusement but with pity. She had never been kissed before and she was pleased to discover that it was an unexceptional experience and all a matter of the mind's control. Some people might enjoy drain water if they were told it was vodka. When the boy, looking expectant but uncertain, pushed her gently away, she turned and walked on, saying nothing as if such business, for her, were common enough.