I had promised myself (sort of) that I would not do a blog on the Tiger Woods' situation, but I changed my mind as I was reading USA Today (one of the three newspapers I read every morning).
Celebrities and Athletes never mind using the media when it feeds their bank accounts and keep them in the news. Whenever there is something negative going on in their lives, they plead for privacy and blame the media for everything.
The media did not take John Edwards into a hotel room; The media did not take the South Carolina Governor to Argentina; And the media certainly didn't drive those women to meet Eldrick. In fact, the media did a good job promoting him as the "Good Guy" in a nice conservative sport. The media does what the media does best--snoop. That is a reality of the times.
What makes these men think that just because they are famous, the media have no right to expose their wrong doings?
What happened to character and doing what is right? If cheating is your thing, stay single! Many want to have it all--the nice wife, nice kids, and someone on the side. Well, it's wrong!!!! A thirty-one month affair? A one night stand? All wrong! The media "giveth" and the media "taketh" away.
The least that can be done is that one takes responsibility for what he does! Don't blame the Bartender! He didn't get you drunk--you did that all by yourself!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
No More Dancing with the Stars for Me
I could not believe it when my sister called last night to tell me the winner of DWTS. She always calls me from her time zone to let me know how the show was and also calls me on the results night. Thank Heavens she called me last night because I would have been more disgusted than I am now if I had watched for two hours to hear the announcement of the winner .
This season was weak because they really didn't have anyone that entertaining on the show. I longed for Cloris, Jerry or at least someone with talent or wit. Nevertheless, without a doubt, Mya was heads and shoulders above all of the dancers throughout this season. Donnie was a very good example of a "has been" trying to be a "now is." He stepped on his partner's dress and tore it--how great was that? I think that the Osmond family and all of Utah probably called all night!
They were all on GMA this morning and I muted the show so I wouldn't have to listen to anything he had to say. Of course, he was trying to take over--interestingly enough, he fell while performing one of his dances. I would not have even minded if Kelly won--she really represented growth. She had a lovely personality and tried really hard and it showed.
Perhaps there should be some kind of safeguard in which the judges have the final say. If they are really "danceamaniacs" as they seem to be, they should be as disgusted as I am. They know that Mya was the best.
I will not watch next season, even if the President and First Lady are contestants.
No more Dancing with the Stars for me.
This season was weak because they really didn't have anyone that entertaining on the show. I longed for Cloris, Jerry or at least someone with talent or wit. Nevertheless, without a doubt, Mya was heads and shoulders above all of the dancers throughout this season. Donnie was a very good example of a "has been" trying to be a "now is." He stepped on his partner's dress and tore it--how great was that? I think that the Osmond family and all of Utah probably called all night!
They were all on GMA this morning and I muted the show so I wouldn't have to listen to anything he had to say. Of course, he was trying to take over--interestingly enough, he fell while performing one of his dances. I would not have even minded if Kelly won--she really represented growth. She had a lovely personality and tried really hard and it showed.
Perhaps there should be some kind of safeguard in which the judges have the final say. If they are really "danceamaniacs" as they seem to be, they should be as disgusted as I am. They know that Mya was the best.
I will not watch next season, even if the President and First Lady are contestants.
No more Dancing with the Stars for me.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
November 3rd, November 3rd
Yesterday I had lunch with a friend I have known for almost 50 years. We were Peace Corps Volunteers and also trained together at the University of New Mexico. She was also one of only two people I knew when we moved to San Diego. We share the same birthday--she was 86 and I was a few years younger :-). She is a marvelous woman, so full of life and wonderment. Deeply religious; a walker of religion, rather than a preacher of religion.
My friend has been a long time volunteer at the Veteran's Home near her home. She always told me about it and wanted me to visit the home with her and meet some of her friends. Those of you who know me, know that I am not a military aficianado and prefer making love to making war.
Anyway, I expected to see a dilapidated home with people in wheelchairs. I was so surprised--It looked like a resort, houses over 400 (and 180 in the nursing unit)and rivals the best and most expensive assisted living complex. There are several dormitories, a nursing section, for those who need constant medical care, a library, beautiful furniture, beautiful, well kept grounds and yes, people in wheelchairs, but the fancy scooter kind.
My friend told me that there is a cap on what they pay per month, but it is far, far, below what one would pay in a comparable non-military facility.
She knew everyone there and introduced me to everyone. There were women who had been pilots and men with all kinds of experiences. It was lunch time so we were able to see many of them socializing with their friends in the very nice cafeteria. There were women doing karaoke with the activities director, and even a few with jobs on site.
It was an extremely interesting afternoon--I am amazed by what I am able to see in my "Freetirement." It is so marvelous to be able to spend time doing and seeing things that I didn't have time to do and see before.
On this November 3rd, this experience let me know what may be ahead on another November 3rd down the line. I am thankful for each November 3rd and in this season of Thanksgiving, thankful for health and friendships like the one that my birth mate and I share.
My friend has been a long time volunteer at the Veteran's Home near her home. She always told me about it and wanted me to visit the home with her and meet some of her friends. Those of you who know me, know that I am not a military aficianado and prefer making love to making war.
Anyway, I expected to see a dilapidated home with people in wheelchairs. I was so surprised--It looked like a resort, houses over 400 (and 180 in the nursing unit)and rivals the best and most expensive assisted living complex. There are several dormitories, a nursing section, for those who need constant medical care, a library, beautiful furniture, beautiful, well kept grounds and yes, people in wheelchairs, but the fancy scooter kind.
My friend told me that there is a cap on what they pay per month, but it is far, far, below what one would pay in a comparable non-military facility.
She knew everyone there and introduced me to everyone. There were women who had been pilots and men with all kinds of experiences. It was lunch time so we were able to see many of them socializing with their friends in the very nice cafeteria. There were women doing karaoke with the activities director, and even a few with jobs on site.
It was an extremely interesting afternoon--I am amazed by what I am able to see in my "Freetirement." It is so marvelous to be able to spend time doing and seeing things that I didn't have time to do and see before.
On this November 3rd, this experience let me know what may be ahead on another November 3rd down the line. I am thankful for each November 3rd and in this season of Thanksgiving, thankful for health and friendships like the one that my birth mate and I share.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Where The Wild Things Should Be!
I have always believed that wild animals belong in the wild. I also believe that pit bulls, chimpanzees, and other potentially vicious animals should not be household pets (Those of you who know me know that I am not an animal person--especially cats--but this is a different issue). We often hear of pit bulls attacking and killing babies. The "tiger trainer" in Las Vegas was viciously attacked by one of the tigers.
Yesterday, I saw the interview with the lady, Charla, who had been attacked by her friend's chimpanzee. This chimp had lived with the other lady and from all appearances, had been treated like a "member of the family." Charla, called by her friend to help her capture the escaped chimpanzee, was viciously attacked. Her face was torn off,her arms and fingers looked as if they had been "in a food grinder." She has undergone over seven months of treatment and yesterday was the first time she showed her face in public. In the hospital, she always wore a hat and veil. It was an amazing visual and a courageous act. Interestingly enough, the more you listened to her, the visual image became less shocking.
The spirit of this woman is incredible. She is looking beyond her current condition and still believes that who she is internally is what is most important. This seems to have been a year where people continue to surmount what seems like insurmountable challenges. She was asked if she worries about what people think about her face. Her response suggested that that is not her problem, but theirs. She understands that she is the same person she was before the attack, she just "looks different."
Once again, we are reminded of what is really important--we must always call on that human spirit, remain strong, keep strong spiritual ties and cultivate friends who will also support us in times of need. This lady's daughter has remained faithful to her mother. I'm not sure about the owner of the chimp--her lawyer issued a statement saying she hoped for a speedy recovery.Charla is suing her friend and former boss, for millions. She said she "knew" the chimp for years and was always afraid of him.
If human beings can turn on one another, surely wilds things can also turn. Keep the wild things at bay, human and otherwise.
Yesterday, I saw the interview with the lady, Charla, who had been attacked by her friend's chimpanzee. This chimp had lived with the other lady and from all appearances, had been treated like a "member of the family." Charla, called by her friend to help her capture the escaped chimpanzee, was viciously attacked. Her face was torn off,her arms and fingers looked as if they had been "in a food grinder." She has undergone over seven months of treatment and yesterday was the first time she showed her face in public. In the hospital, she always wore a hat and veil. It was an amazing visual and a courageous act. Interestingly enough, the more you listened to her, the visual image became less shocking.
The spirit of this woman is incredible. She is looking beyond her current condition and still believes that who she is internally is what is most important. This seems to have been a year where people continue to surmount what seems like insurmountable challenges. She was asked if she worries about what people think about her face. Her response suggested that that is not her problem, but theirs. She understands that she is the same person she was before the attack, she just "looks different."
Once again, we are reminded of what is really important--we must always call on that human spirit, remain strong, keep strong spiritual ties and cultivate friends who will also support us in times of need. This lady's daughter has remained faithful to her mother. I'm not sure about the owner of the chimp--her lawyer issued a statement saying she hoped for a speedy recovery.Charla is suing her friend and former boss, for millions. She said she "knew" the chimp for years and was always afraid of him.
If human beings can turn on one another, surely wilds things can also turn. Keep the wild things at bay, human and otherwise.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
HairChasm
I just returned from seeing the Chris Rock movie, "Good Hair." It was a true documentary which was informative and interesting. I had seen him on so many talk shows that I thought the movie would have dealt with the issues surrounding "good hair," but he took a more practical approach. Interestingly enough, the "Black hair" business which is solely used by African-Americans, is dominated by Koreans. There are approximately four Black owned "hair companies" out of all of the hundreds of companies. Most of the previously Black owned hair businesses were bought by large cosmetic companies. Secondly, most of the "weave ready" hair comes from India where Indian women sacrifice it in a religious ceremony. Al Sharpton, surprisingly to me, made some very poignant points. He said that we wear our oppression on our heads. Snoop Dog (I think that was who it was) was also very insightful, as were the men in the barbershop.
What the movie can do is begin a conversation between Blacks and Blacks, as well as between Blacks and members of other groups.
I had lunch with a friend this week at Cuatro Milpas (a restaurant in San Diego's Barrio Logan) and he mentioned that race relations are economically based. I told him that the problem with race relations is that people from diverse groups do not have meaningful conversations about race Most of the conversations are shallow and "polite."
He confirmed that he is very reluctant to talk about race for fear of saying the wrong thing. I told him that we cannot separate who we are and what made us what we are, but we can talk about it. He was probably surprised when I told him my thoughts on having grown up during the era of segregation. I told him that it was a fabulous cocoon which made me believe that I could do anything because I saw other African-Americans who had done just that in the confines of the system. I also suggested to him that most non-Blacks probably only have two or three African American friends. He said that he didn't interact with Blacks until he joined the Peace Corps and that even now, he probably only has about three Black friends. Anyway, we had a wonderfully frank and enlightening conversation. He said that there were certain things he would not say around me because I'm Black. I told him that Blacks also feel the same way about saying certain things around Whites and others. That is what made this movie a little uncomfortable for some Blacks--they felt that Chris was giving away one of our secrets. I, on the other hand, thought it was another way to bridge the chasm that is so evident in this society.
I grew up in an era when light skinned, good hair, (I prefer the term House Hair) were deemed better). Sadly, these thoughts still exist. I watched a talk show last week with very young Black girls who believed that their hair had to look like the White kids in their class. Some of these girls were getting their hair permed (straightened) from the age of three. Many of the mothers even believed that they were helping their daughters images of themselves by giving them perms. One woman even said she married a non-black so that her child could have "good hair." When we take two steps forward, sometimes we take two steps backwards.
The best thing about the movie was that Chris' point was that no one is defined by hair. It is what is inside of our heads that is more important!
What the movie can do is begin a conversation between Blacks and Blacks, as well as between Blacks and members of other groups.
I had lunch with a friend this week at Cuatro Milpas (a restaurant in San Diego's Barrio Logan) and he mentioned that race relations are economically based. I told him that the problem with race relations is that people from diverse groups do not have meaningful conversations about race Most of the conversations are shallow and "polite."
He confirmed that he is very reluctant to talk about race for fear of saying the wrong thing. I told him that we cannot separate who we are and what made us what we are, but we can talk about it. He was probably surprised when I told him my thoughts on having grown up during the era of segregation. I told him that it was a fabulous cocoon which made me believe that I could do anything because I saw other African-Americans who had done just that in the confines of the system. I also suggested to him that most non-Blacks probably only have two or three African American friends. He said that he didn't interact with Blacks until he joined the Peace Corps and that even now, he probably only has about three Black friends. Anyway, we had a wonderfully frank and enlightening conversation. He said that there were certain things he would not say around me because I'm Black. I told him that Blacks also feel the same way about saying certain things around Whites and others. That is what made this movie a little uncomfortable for some Blacks--they felt that Chris was giving away one of our secrets. I, on the other hand, thought it was another way to bridge the chasm that is so evident in this society.
I grew up in an era when light skinned, good hair, (I prefer the term House Hair) were deemed better). Sadly, these thoughts still exist. I watched a talk show last week with very young Black girls who believed that their hair had to look like the White kids in their class. Some of these girls were getting their hair permed (straightened) from the age of three. Many of the mothers even believed that they were helping their daughters images of themselves by giving them perms. One woman even said she married a non-black so that her child could have "good hair." When we take two steps forward, sometimes we take two steps backwards.
The best thing about the movie was that Chris' point was that no one is defined by hair. It is what is inside of our heads that is more important!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
"I Gave What I Received"
Yesterday, on my own daughter's 39th birthday, I attended a parole hearing for the man who murdered my friend's nine year old son twenty seven years ago. This was the third hearing I have attended with her and it was by far, the most challenging. The first hearing was at Chuckawalla, a prison in the desert, the second was a video hearing in downtown San Diego and this one was at Vaccaville Medical Facility Prison in Vaccaville, near Sacramento.
I left on a 6:30 a.m. flight for what was supposed to be a 10:30 a.m. hearing. We were met at the prison by the victim advocates ladies, after we went through the metal detectors and waited in the sally port for the gates to open. We were met in the parking lot and I had many questions for the shuttle driver: "Who are the people in this facility?" "How ill are they?""Is it for mental and physical illness?" "How long have you been working here?" The answer to the last question was two years. When we exited the van and headed inside the prison, my friend asked her daughter and me if we noticed that he had PRISONER written on the leg of his pants. Welcome to a new world. We were told later that prisoners do indeed drive the and do other tasks,but they are the ones who are there for petty thefts and those with very short sentences. For a scary person like me, it was eye opening.
We were in the waiting area from 9:15 (after a drive from the Sacramento airport to Vaccaville) until 2:07 p.m. when the hearing began. We were told that they were running thirty minutes behind. At a certain point, we knew that we would not make a 4:05 flight back to San Diego. We were taken to another room to phone the airline (we only had our identification with us and of course cell phones are not allowed in the prison). I Love SOUTHWEST AIRLINES! I called them, told them the circumstances and we were allowed to change our tickets for only $15.00 (and of course we had purchased the lowest fare "no changes ticket"0.
The hearing itself lasted over two hours--it was over around 4:40. The part that I found most irritating was that the inmate spoke for almost 1 1/2 hours of that time.He talked about his life--"No one loved me," "Broken home," "I am a changed person," "I have been married for 20 years," "I know that what I did was wrong," "I have lost two children so now I know how it feels," "I betrayed someone's trust," "He knew me."
The Parole Commissioner asked very good questions: "Why did you do it?" "Why did you put him in the attic," "Why did you search the house and steal a wallet after you put him in the attic?" "What would be your plans if you are granted parole?" All of his answers to almost every questions sounded, to me, like carefully coached responses and were extremely redundant. He did express "remorse" for the first time. Admitted that he is an alcoholic and drug user but participated in self-help groups in prison. Also admitted that he tried to commit suicide in prison (maybe that was why he was transferred to the medical facility, although no one told us why) and has to live with what he did.
My friend made an impact statement in which she spoke about her son and the hole that was left in the entire family. I read the statement from her older daughter and her younger daughter read her statement. Because of the time, we had to leave before the decision was made. Those present in the room were two parole commissioners, two correction officers for security, the inmate, his lawyer, the district attorney from San Diego, my friend, her daughter, the victim's advocate lady and me.
The district attorney called my friend around 9:45 p.m.--we arrived home around 9 p.m. to tell her that parole was denied and his next hearing would be in five years.
Although it was emotionally draining, I know how important it is to put a face on what happened.
The statement I remember most, of all of the rambling of the murderer, was "I Gave What I Received." He felt that since his life was a mess, that he had no regard for anyone's life. He had not been loved, was always an outcast and only cared about himself. THAT IS NO EXCUSE! When we have received less, we should be more willing to turn our lives around and Give MORE than what we received!
I left on a 6:30 a.m. flight for what was supposed to be a 10:30 a.m. hearing. We were met at the prison by the victim advocates ladies, after we went through the metal detectors and waited in the sally port for the gates to open. We were met in the parking lot and I had many questions for the shuttle driver: "Who are the people in this facility?" "How ill are they?""Is it for mental and physical illness?" "How long have you been working here?" The answer to the last question was two years. When we exited the van and headed inside the prison, my friend asked her daughter and me if we noticed that he had PRISONER written on the leg of his pants. Welcome to a new world. We were told later that prisoners do indeed drive the and do other tasks,but they are the ones who are there for petty thefts and those with very short sentences. For a scary person like me, it was eye opening.
We were in the waiting area from 9:15 (after a drive from the Sacramento airport to Vaccaville) until 2:07 p.m. when the hearing began. We were told that they were running thirty minutes behind. At a certain point, we knew that we would not make a 4:05 flight back to San Diego. We were taken to another room to phone the airline (we only had our identification with us and of course cell phones are not allowed in the prison). I Love SOUTHWEST AIRLINES! I called them, told them the circumstances and we were allowed to change our tickets for only $15.00 (and of course we had purchased the lowest fare "no changes ticket"0.
The hearing itself lasted over two hours--it was over around 4:40. The part that I found most irritating was that the inmate spoke for almost 1 1/2 hours of that time.He talked about his life--"No one loved me," "Broken home," "I am a changed person," "I have been married for 20 years," "I know that what I did was wrong," "I have lost two children so now I know how it feels," "I betrayed someone's trust," "He knew me."
The Parole Commissioner asked very good questions: "Why did you do it?" "Why did you put him in the attic," "Why did you search the house and steal a wallet after you put him in the attic?" "What would be your plans if you are granted parole?" All of his answers to almost every questions sounded, to me, like carefully coached responses and were extremely redundant. He did express "remorse" for the first time. Admitted that he is an alcoholic and drug user but participated in self-help groups in prison. Also admitted that he tried to commit suicide in prison (maybe that was why he was transferred to the medical facility, although no one told us why) and has to live with what he did.
My friend made an impact statement in which she spoke about her son and the hole that was left in the entire family. I read the statement from her older daughter and her younger daughter read her statement. Because of the time, we had to leave before the decision was made. Those present in the room were two parole commissioners, two correction officers for security, the inmate, his lawyer, the district attorney from San Diego, my friend, her daughter, the victim's advocate lady and me.
The district attorney called my friend around 9:45 p.m.--we arrived home around 9 p.m. to tell her that parole was denied and his next hearing would be in five years.
Although it was emotionally draining, I know how important it is to put a face on what happened.
The statement I remember most, of all of the rambling of the murderer, was "I Gave What I Received." He felt that since his life was a mess, that he had no regard for anyone's life. He had not been loved, was always an outcast and only cared about himself. THAT IS NO EXCUSE! When we have received less, we should be more willing to turn our lives around and Give MORE than what we received!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Anticipating History
Our daughter called me a little after 5 A.M. this morning to tell me that President Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. This was well worthy waking up for--I am excited and just happy to be able to experience these historic times.
The Committee is recognizing him because he is a beacon of what is to come. He joins ex Presidents Wilson, T. Roosevelt, and Carter and winners, but of course, he is unique among this group.
The haters will hate about this and anything else associated with this man of hope. There have always been haters and they are afraid that now a "love reign" is taking over. I applaud the Peace Prize committee--they have recognized a man who sees the world as a true community. He is not preaching the politics of division and superiority--this was the philosophy of the Peace Corps Volunteers of the 60's. We knew the value of cultural diversity and international relations. We knew that more could be done with love instead of war.
I do not remember hearing so much negativity about the Peace Prize. Fox news is having a field day I hear (I refuse to listen) and I am sure talk radio will have one as well. Their attempts to fill their empty vessels with hate, cannot empty the President's full vessel of hope. He has made hope concrete. I hoped, but didn't always believe. It was just an abstract concept. The world needs the politics of hope. I am glad that the international community was able to see, recognize and applaud this new beginning.
What a surprise to everyone. The news stations have not yet put it all together. I am sure by this evening, they will have a lot to say about it. The President just said that he is "both surprised and deeply humbled." He spoke of a mutual respect among countries--what a concept, it is one that is important to articulate. He said that the award must be shared by all who strive for justice and peace!!!
Let us begin to live our lives in a way that we are contributors to the continuing struggle for justice and peace!
The Committee is recognizing him because he is a beacon of what is to come. He joins ex Presidents Wilson, T. Roosevelt, and Carter and winners, but of course, he is unique among this group.
The haters will hate about this and anything else associated with this man of hope. There have always been haters and they are afraid that now a "love reign" is taking over. I applaud the Peace Prize committee--they have recognized a man who sees the world as a true community. He is not preaching the politics of division and superiority--this was the philosophy of the Peace Corps Volunteers of the 60's. We knew the value of cultural diversity and international relations. We knew that more could be done with love instead of war.
I do not remember hearing so much negativity about the Peace Prize. Fox news is having a field day I hear (I refuse to listen) and I am sure talk radio will have one as well. Their attempts to fill their empty vessels with hate, cannot empty the President's full vessel of hope. He has made hope concrete. I hoped, but didn't always believe. It was just an abstract concept. The world needs the politics of hope. I am glad that the international community was able to see, recognize and applaud this new beginning.
What a surprise to everyone. The news stations have not yet put it all together. I am sure by this evening, they will have a lot to say about it. The President just said that he is "both surprised and deeply humbled." He spoke of a mutual respect among countries--what a concept, it is one that is important to articulate. He said that the award must be shared by all who strive for justice and peace!!!
Let us begin to live our lives in a way that we are contributors to the continuing struggle for justice and peace!
Friday, October 2, 2009
ChicaNO
I am sort of surprised that Chicago was eliminated in the first round of the Olympic site balloting. On one hand, it was nice that all of those "big ballers" went to Copenhagen to influence the vote, but,on the other hand, it showed the great equalizing of the world community. I am assuming that it will be awarded to Rio (it hasn't been announced yet), but that's my guess because it has never been held in South America before. Rio is a fabulous city, one of my favorites. It will probably be a good site if people can stay away from the beaches and actually attend the Olympic events.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Six Saturdays and One Sunday:Further Freetirement Reflections
A friend sent an email about "freetirement" today and I thought it was a good time to revisit this lovely time in my life. One of the statements on the email absolutely fascinated me and I decided to use it as the topic of this blog.
I have been trying, for some time, to explain to others what this stage is really all about and the answer is "Six Saturdays and One Sunday." I still love the little things--being out when there is no traffic, shopping when no one is in the store, letting my gas gauge go down to almost empty, learning how to do new things (all of these years, I never knew how to program the VCR--I decided to join the modern age and get a DVR and 200 channels--yikes--thought I would never do that-- actually learned how to operate the DVR), making appointments without any regard to day or time, having lunch and dinner with friends I never had time to spend real time with before, and most of all, being "about me."
I have not been bored one day, just as I was never bored when I was working. I think that whatever you were before you freetired, you will probably just be more of that when you retire. You have Six Saturdays to enjoy the things you enjoyed usually on the week-ends.
OMG, I sometimes feel like I should get rid of most of the clothes in my closet because I rarely use them. Sunday is the only day I use the ironing board. I seem to see the exact same clothes in the washer and dryer each week--shorts, sweats, t-shirts and every now and then, a blouse.
Six Saturdays and One Sunday, how marvelous!
I have been trying, for some time, to explain to others what this stage is really all about and the answer is "Six Saturdays and One Sunday." I still love the little things--being out when there is no traffic, shopping when no one is in the store, letting my gas gauge go down to almost empty, learning how to do new things (all of these years, I never knew how to program the VCR--I decided to join the modern age and get a DVR and 200 channels--yikes--thought I would never do that-- actually learned how to operate the DVR), making appointments without any regard to day or time, having lunch and dinner with friends I never had time to spend real time with before, and most of all, being "about me."
I have not been bored one day, just as I was never bored when I was working. I think that whatever you were before you freetired, you will probably just be more of that when you retire. You have Six Saturdays to enjoy the things you enjoyed usually on the week-ends.
OMG, I sometimes feel like I should get rid of most of the clothes in my closet because I rarely use them. Sunday is the only day I use the ironing board. I seem to see the exact same clothes in the washer and dryer each week--shorts, sweats, t-shirts and every now and then, a blouse.
Six Saturdays and One Sunday, how marvelous!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
"I Look to You"
I don't usually watch the Oprah show, but I wanted to see Whitney Houston's two part interview. I missed the first day because I don't have one of those fancy TIVO things, and my husband couldn't get the old fashioned VCR, in the bedroom, set properly. I was a little disappointed in the morning when I saw that it hadn't recorded. I guess at some point I will have to break down and get TIVO. Hopefully, eventually I will see part one through the generosity of someone who will let me see their TIVOed recording at some point.
I did watch part two today and I was very impressed. First of all, she is a living testimony of the song "We fall down, but we get up." I was touched by her return to the faith of her childhood. I am convinced that once the "seed of faith" is planted, it re-blooms in the right season, no matter how low we may have fallen.
I understand the prayers of her mother and those around her. Sometimes, when we are so far in the valley, we don't have the sense to pray for ourselves. I know someone who told me that he was unable to pray for a year when he was in a very negative situation.
I loved that her mother and those close to her never gave up on her--that is what mothers do--we must always be there, no matter what. That's what we all should do, even in one's darkest moments. Be careful when you say that you have "given up" on someone.
Her fall was hard and long--she was another victim of "love" which appeared to be love, but really wasn't. How can someone love you and spit on you?--yikes!
I will lift her up because I was impressed by her victory over whatever it was that was dragging her so far down. It really isn't how far down we were, but how we got up again. She seemed honest when she said that she takes each day at a time, still has a drink, and sometimes thinks about what she used to do. I also liked that she said she is done--she will not use her situation to make money or talk about it again. I give kudos to Clive Davis, who has known her forever because he believed in her gift. Everyone needs someone who believes in him/her.
Please, know WHO you look to.
I did watch part two today and I was very impressed. First of all, she is a living testimony of the song "We fall down, but we get up." I was touched by her return to the faith of her childhood. I am convinced that once the "seed of faith" is planted, it re-blooms in the right season, no matter how low we may have fallen.
I understand the prayers of her mother and those around her. Sometimes, when we are so far in the valley, we don't have the sense to pray for ourselves. I know someone who told me that he was unable to pray for a year when he was in a very negative situation.
I loved that her mother and those close to her never gave up on her--that is what mothers do--we must always be there, no matter what. That's what we all should do, even in one's darkest moments. Be careful when you say that you have "given up" on someone.
Her fall was hard and long--she was another victim of "love" which appeared to be love, but really wasn't. How can someone love you and spit on you?--yikes!
I will lift her up because I was impressed by her victory over whatever it was that was dragging her so far down. It really isn't how far down we were, but how we got up again. She seemed honest when she said that she takes each day at a time, still has a drink, and sometimes thinks about what she used to do. I also liked that she said she is done--she will not use her situation to make money or talk about it again. I give kudos to Clive Davis, who has known her forever because he believed in her gift. Everyone needs someone who believes in him/her.
Please, know WHO you look to.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Oh, South Carolina
I cannot say that I am surprised by the outburst by the South Carolina Representative, Joe Wilson. I have always called South Carolina a beautiful state with a very ugly history. It appears that that history is still alive. The interesting thing about his comment is that it serves as a constant reminder that things have not changed as much as we think. We must still remember the past, and realize as my Mississippi friend said, "Things won't change until some of the old racists die off." I don't know if he fits the category of "old," but nevertheless, he did us a favor by reminding us that the past still lives and thrives in the hearts of some.
I would not have tolerated that kind of outburst in a classroom, not to mention in the halls of Congress. How disgraceful! How disrespectful! How idiotic! How moronic! How real! How "slave-like!" How SOUTH CAROLINA!
I was so impressed at the South Carolina ball during the inauguration week. It made me think that there was really a change as I saw South Carolina folks, old and young, dancing, talking, and having a good time together. I still hold to the idea that change in that bastion of hatred state is still possible. I will not give up hope.
My mother always said, a fool will usually let you know who he is and then you can move on. He has let us know--shame on him--now we will move on!
I still love my South Carolina son-in -law though. He knows the state through and through. I also know my Hilton Head friend who enjoyed her house on the beach for over 30 years before, as she calls it, she was "land lynched" by South Carolina--even though her $1000 investment paid off handsomely monetarily, but not so handsomely in terms of peace of mind.
Oh South Carolina, Oh, horrible past, Oh, hope for the future.
Shame, Shame on you Joe Wilson. Keep of the good work of reminding us that we can't be complacent and think that everything is alright. There is still much work to be done.
I am posting as a comment, an email from a friend in Israel who also had some insight on this issue.
I would not have tolerated that kind of outburst in a classroom, not to mention in the halls of Congress. How disgraceful! How disrespectful! How idiotic! How moronic! How real! How "slave-like!" How SOUTH CAROLINA!
I was so impressed at the South Carolina ball during the inauguration week. It made me think that there was really a change as I saw South Carolina folks, old and young, dancing, talking, and having a good time together. I still hold to the idea that change in that bastion of hatred state is still possible. I will not give up hope.
My mother always said, a fool will usually let you know who he is and then you can move on. He has let us know--shame on him--now we will move on!
I still love my South Carolina son-in -law though. He knows the state through and through. I also know my Hilton Head friend who enjoyed her house on the beach for over 30 years before, as she calls it, she was "land lynched" by South Carolina--even though her $1000 investment paid off handsomely monetarily, but not so handsomely in terms of peace of mind.
Oh South Carolina, Oh, horrible past, Oh, hope for the future.
Shame, Shame on you Joe Wilson. Keep of the good work of reminding us that we can't be complacent and think that everything is alright. There is still much work to be done.
I am posting as a comment, an email from a friend in Israel who also had some insight on this issue.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Re-Knee
Another day, another knee. The rehab is going well for Tony and this time we were just a little smarter and tried to prepare beforehand based upon our experience with the first replacement.
The refrigerator and microwave upstairs has minimized running up and down the stairs (although I could probably use the exercise)and we cooked a lot of food and froze it so that food is not an issues.
Friends are still wonderful, even though I told them that the second time around did not mean that they had to be as nice as they were the first time. Fortunately, they ignored me! Oh, life; Oh, aging; Oh, re-kneeing!
The refrigerator and microwave upstairs has minimized running up and down the stairs (although I could probably use the exercise)and we cooked a lot of food and froze it so that food is not an issues.
Friends are still wonderful, even though I told them that the second time around did not mean that they had to be as nice as they were the first time. Fortunately, they ignored me! Oh, life; Oh, aging; Oh, re-kneeing!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Eye Buying
I am convinced that there is merit in watching what I call "junk television." Like everything else, in excess, it is probably harmful. Nevertheless, I learned an interesting term today as I was watching one of the judge shows. Instead of using the term window shopping, the defendant coined another term "Eye Buying." Isn't that clever?
Even more interesting was that as I read my second newspaper of the day, the Los Angeles Times, I noticed a very long article about how people in Beijing, China, visit the IKEA store as a day trip. They go to the store, take a book, lie in a bed or on a couch, in the store, and read it. Every week-end looky-loos pour into the showroom to use the displays (part of IKEA's charm is that it is very interactive, sort of a Legoland for adults and children).Not only do they "eye buy," but they can also get a cheap meal, a cheaper hot dog and of course, Chinese specialties.The article stated that IKEA "stands for a kind of lifestyle. People don't necessarily what to buy it, but they want to at least experience it."
How much better off we would be if we practiced "Eye Buying" rather than spending money on things we probably don't even need.
Even more interesting was that as I read my second newspaper of the day, the Los Angeles Times, I noticed a very long article about how people in Beijing, China, visit the IKEA store as a day trip. They go to the store, take a book, lie in a bed or on a couch, in the store, and read it. Every week-end looky-loos pour into the showroom to use the displays (part of IKEA's charm is that it is very interactive, sort of a Legoland for adults and children).Not only do they "eye buy," but they can also get a cheap meal, a cheaper hot dog and of course, Chinese specialties.The article stated that IKEA "stands for a kind of lifestyle. People don't necessarily what to buy it, but they want to at least experience it."
How much better off we would be if we practiced "Eye Buying" rather than spending money on things we probably don't even need.
Friday, August 7, 2009
"Because I Knew You I Have Been Changed for Good"
Last night, my very good friend and I went to see the musical "Wicked" (it was magnificent). It was another story of good and evil, friendships which overcome "quirks," and man's humanity and inhumanity to man. It was funny, insightful, fabulously staged and was a well written piece based upon the Wizard of Oz. The "wizardry" that was used was cleverly done, quite different from the original piece.
I was impressed by the song "Because I Knew You I Have Been Changed for Good" because it reminded me of all the people I have known in my life and how each one has "changed me for good." I think about those who have known me from birth, those who knew me during my teenage "skinny" years, college friends, neighborhood friends, Peace Corps friends, co-workers,students,church folk, family members and just random people I have met along the way. Each in his/her own way, has been an influence and has changed me "for good." Even if some of those experiences were negative, I was still changed "for good." I guess every now and then, we should take the time to let people know that we have appreciated having them in our lives. So I thank all of you, "Because I knew you I have been changed for good."
I was impressed by the song "Because I Knew You I Have Been Changed for Good" because it reminded me of all the people I have known in my life and how each one has "changed me for good." I think about those who have known me from birth, those who knew me during my teenage "skinny" years, college friends, neighborhood friends, Peace Corps friends, co-workers,students,church folk, family members and just random people I have met along the way. Each in his/her own way, has been an influence and has changed me "for good." Even if some of those experiences were negative, I was still changed "for good." I guess every now and then, we should take the time to let people know that we have appreciated having them in our lives. So I thank all of you, "Because I knew you I have been changed for good."
Monday, August 3, 2009
Salsafied
I have just finished five days of hot yoga (Bikram method) and it felt like I was doing yoga poses in the front yard in Miami in the middle of the hottest day of the summer. Our daughters gave me a gift certificate which includes seven consecutive days classes. I took the week-end off and completed five classes--a friend, who has been doing this type of yoga for five years, went with me each day. The first day I attended the 9:00 a.m. class and thought I was going to die. The room is heated to over l00 degrees and the class is 90 minutes long. The poses are nothing like my regular yoga classes--we begin with the standing poses and do them for ONE HOUR.
The next four days were a lot better (it took me two hours to recover the first day--no one told me not to eat two hours before class). I took the 5:50 A.M. classes and that worked a lot better, although I did still spend time on the floor when I felt dizzy.
This kind of yoga has to be good for you because it is no joke. Everyone there swears that it heals whatever ails you, and believe me, it should. It was a challenge and I'm glad I did it. I will resume my regular yoga tomorrow and I am sure it will seem super, super easy. I may try the Bikram again, but I'm a little too cheap to pay for two sets of yoga classes (since I'm still a member of the Y).
If you want to feel like "Hot Salsa" when you get into your car after a yoga session, try hot yoga! Drink lots of water--add electrolytes--I couldn't--that tasted too much like the stuff I had to drink before my colonoscopy :-). The classes are available all over the world--if you're feeling adventurous and want a fabulous work-out, try it.
The next four days were a lot better (it took me two hours to recover the first day--no one told me not to eat two hours before class). I took the 5:50 A.M. classes and that worked a lot better, although I did still spend time on the floor when I felt dizzy.
This kind of yoga has to be good for you because it is no joke. Everyone there swears that it heals whatever ails you, and believe me, it should. It was a challenge and I'm glad I did it. I will resume my regular yoga tomorrow and I am sure it will seem super, super easy. I may try the Bikram again, but I'm a little too cheap to pay for two sets of yoga classes (since I'm still a member of the Y).
If you want to feel like "Hot Salsa" when you get into your car after a yoga session, try hot yoga! Drink lots of water--add electrolytes--I couldn't--that tasted too much like the stuff I had to drink before my colonoscopy :-). The classes are available all over the world--if you're feeling adventurous and want a fabulous work-out, try it.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Closed Gates
Black President, Black mayor of Cambridge, Mass, Black governor of Massachusetts. In the midst of progress, we are constantly reminded that all is not really well. I heard so much about "racial profiling" from students, primarily, African-American males that I am inclined to believe that the "Gates Case" was one more example. I am reminded of a Malcolm X quote, "What do you call a Black person with a doctorate?" I won't repeat the answer, but leave it up to your imagination. As a southerner, I am always anxious when these types of incidents occur. I always have just a glimmer of a reminder of days gone by.
I was proud that the President chose to speak up. Regardless of public opinion, there are some things which are just fact, even we we try to deny them. We are still judged, to a degree by how we look--no one has time to look into our inner selves. Some of the brightest people I know, don't look "the part"--whatever that means.
It is always intriguing when people say "It couldn't happen here," or in the case of that hotel rapist (about whom we hear nothing these days), "He was a medical student, how is that possible." It will really be nice when we truly not notice exteriors, including race. Perhaps the neighbor thought he/she was doing the right thing, but according to the reports, her call said "Two Black men..." Hmmmmmm. But then again, usually when something is reported in the newspapers, the race of the accused is stated when they are black--I guess everything else is default.
Hopefully, the "Gates" will be truly open someday.
I was proud that the President chose to speak up. Regardless of public opinion, there are some things which are just fact, even we we try to deny them. We are still judged, to a degree by how we look--no one has time to look into our inner selves. Some of the brightest people I know, don't look "the part"--whatever that means.
It is always intriguing when people say "It couldn't happen here," or in the case of that hotel rapist (about whom we hear nothing these days), "He was a medical student, how is that possible." It will really be nice when we truly not notice exteriors, including race. Perhaps the neighbor thought he/she was doing the right thing, but according to the reports, her call said "Two Black men..." Hmmmmmm. But then again, usually when something is reported in the newspapers, the race of the accused is stated when they are black--I guess everything else is default.
Hopefully, the "Gates" will be truly open someday.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Giant Redwoods
"Families remind me of giant redwoods, shading the small trees that grow at their feet."
This quote by Maya A. came to me as I was thinking about our family reunion in Chicago (I just returned two days ago). As I saw family members, young and old, I was grateful for all we have learned from the elders and all that the elders continue to share with the young family members. For those of you who have been following my blogs, you know that I appreciate diversity in all respects and know how powerful the acceptance of diversity can be. I love our family with so many diverse personalities.
It was wonderful to observe the energy of the young and the enthusiasm of the old. Family members from California, Pennsylvania, Florida, Texas, Arkansas, New Jersey and Georgia, all converged at the Doubletree Hotel in Oakbrook, Illinois. It was a reunion planned solely through conference calls and the internet--we had not even seen the hotel. Oh, technology, when used properly, is fabulous.
There were almost seventy of us there and although the California group hosted, it was a reunion in the purest sense of the word--everyone participated in every activity. There were scavenger hunts, great icebreakers, creation of a family song, a family inspiration service on Sunday, led by our cousin, a talented speaker and musician. This was a first because we usually attend a local church as a family. I thought this service was very powerful because it was personalized for our family with talk of love, love, and more love. It was also here that we honored our "fallen redwoods."
This reunion was the first with a theme--baseball. We wore baseball jerseys to our opening activity, had baseball inspired decorations, and baseball metaphors were everywhere. There was baseball themed chocolate, baseball twinkies, peanuts/crackerjacks, and players on all of the bases.
Instead of jumping on a bus to go on a grand tour, each person was able to choose what he/she wanted to do on Saturday--we called it "Chicago a la Carte."
We began these reunions over 20 years ago and they are held every two years. We began with over 150 attendees, and over half of those have "fallen." It is so important to keep the young family members engaged, because they will be the ones to carry on for years to come. We may not be here to see them become Giant Redwoods, but we know that the potential for growth is there because we continue to nurture them by "shading" the small trees.
If your family does not have family reunions, start now--it is a life-affirming and strengthening endeavor.
posted by Freetired One @ 12:36 PM
This quote by Maya A. came to me as I was thinking about our family reunion in Chicago (I just returned two days ago). As I saw family members, young and old, I was grateful for all we have learned from the elders and all that the elders continue to share with the young family members. For those of you who have been following my blogs, you know that I appreciate diversity in all respects and know how powerful the acceptance of diversity can be. I love our family with so many diverse personalities.
It was wonderful to observe the energy of the young and the enthusiasm of the old. Family members from California, Pennsylvania, Florida, Texas, Arkansas, New Jersey and Georgia, all converged at the Doubletree Hotel in Oakbrook, Illinois. It was a reunion planned solely through conference calls and the internet--we had not even seen the hotel. Oh, technology, when used properly, is fabulous.
There were almost seventy of us there and although the California group hosted, it was a reunion in the purest sense of the word--everyone participated in every activity. There were scavenger hunts, great icebreakers, creation of a family song, a family inspiration service on Sunday, led by our cousin, a talented speaker and musician. This was a first because we usually attend a local church as a family. I thought this service was very powerful because it was personalized for our family with talk of love, love, and more love. It was also here that we honored our "fallen redwoods."
This reunion was the first with a theme--baseball. We wore baseball jerseys to our opening activity, had baseball inspired decorations, and baseball metaphors were everywhere. There was baseball themed chocolate, baseball twinkies, peanuts/crackerjacks, and players on all of the bases.
Instead of jumping on a bus to go on a grand tour, each person was able to choose what he/she wanted to do on Saturday--we called it "Chicago a la Carte."
We began these reunions over 20 years ago and they are held every two years. We began with over 150 attendees, and over half of those have "fallen." It is so important to keep the young family members engaged, because they will be the ones to carry on for years to come. We may not be here to see them become Giant Redwoods, but we know that the potential for growth is there because we continue to nurture them by "shading" the small trees.
If your family does not have family reunions, start now--it is a life-affirming and strengthening endeavor.
posted by Freetired One @ 12:36 PM
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Another Volunteer Event
Today I attended a luncheon in Del Mar which was a celebration for the top fundraisers for the MS (Multiple Sclerosis) Society In San Diego. I invited my friend, Val, because each year she has walked with me. Our daughters and grandchildren also walk in Atlanta and that makes me proud.
I picked Val up (she took time off from work) and we headed to the Del Mar Hilton which I thought was the venue. We found out after several phone calls and a helpful desk agent at the Hilton, that it was the Del Mar Marriott. which, thankfully, was just one freeway exit away.
I was a member of the "Elite Feet," the top 50 fundraisers (I was number 50). This was my best fund raising effort (I have been in the top 100 for several years)especially with this economy.
It was a very nice event--we were given engraved key chains and will get a lot of perks at next year's event. I am again reminded of the importance of volunteer efforts. Since this was my second event in as many weeks, I think someone is trying to tell me to put on my "volunteer hat" again. Oh well, there is plenty of time.
If you are not engaged in volunteering--get on the ball. I am so grateful for all of my supportive friends who donated in my uncle's honor.
I picked Val up (she took time off from work) and we headed to the Del Mar Hilton which I thought was the venue. We found out after several phone calls and a helpful desk agent at the Hilton, that it was the Del Mar Marriott. which, thankfully, was just one freeway exit away.
I was a member of the "Elite Feet," the top 50 fundraisers (I was number 50). This was my best fund raising effort (I have been in the top 100 for several years)especially with this economy.
It was a very nice event--we were given engraved key chains and will get a lot of perks at next year's event. I am again reminded of the importance of volunteer efforts. Since this was my second event in as many weeks, I think someone is trying to tell me to put on my "volunteer hat" again. Oh well, there is plenty of time.
If you are not engaged in volunteering--get on the ball. I am so grateful for all of my supportive friends who donated in my uncle's honor.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The Spirit of the Volunteer.
Last night my husband and I attended a Rotary event which honored our friend who will be the District Governor for the coming year. It was quite impressive to see this room full of people, all of whom are volunteering to make the world better. I still don't know much about Rotary Clubs, Lions Clubs and the like, but it was a nice reminder that we are all here to help others--at least, that is what I have always considered one of life's greatest purposes.
I have been a volunteer, for a good part of my life, in one way or another. In my "freetirement," I am taking time to be a "volunteer for self" for a change. The volunteer spirit is within me, so even when I am volunteering for self, I am volunteering for others!
I have been a volunteer, for a good part of my life, in one way or another. In my "freetirement," I am taking time to be a "volunteer for self" for a change. The volunteer spirit is within me, so even when I am volunteering for self, I am volunteering for others!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Hmmmmmm
A friend reminded me that I haven't blogged in some time. We went to Atlanta to fetch our three grandchildren for the summer (I took a one day side trip to Miami)and I was busy "grandmothering." On this trip, I did hear an unusual new term and would be interested in knowing what you think it means. The term is "ethnic fatigue." Hmmmmm
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
"Fly with gray-haired pilots"
We all know the story of the incredible Captain Sully, but I was reminded of this feat as I read the newest edition of my AARP magazine. I was reminded of how seniors continue to be devalued in this society if we do not speak with a strong voice. There seems to be a move affront to take away "seniority" privileges which have been afforded to teachers--the rationale, from what I can gather, is that old means ineffective and new means enthusiastic,effective and better. I think we can be ineffective when we're young and just as ineffective when we're old. This new look at seniority appears to be a way to infuse everything with new, younger participants. I know that a mix of the old and the new has great advantages. The wisdom of elders, the experience of elders, and yes, the enthusiasm of elders is still vital to a healthy workplace and society.
I value my younger friends, but I also value my older friend--we can all learn from one another.
I harbor deep resentment against those who make comments like "Perhaps we need to get rid of all of the old teachers," "He/she can no longer do "whatever" because he/she is old. Ironically enough, these age issues don't seem to matter in Congress or in the Supreme Court. Souter is retiring at the YOUNG age of 69--very young for a retiring Justice. The majority of the crew of the plane on the Hudson was senior--they did not panic, knew what to do and used their vast experience to do what was necessary.
One of my role models is Diana Trent, the feisty lady on my British show, "Waiting for God." I hope to have the fight she has as I climb this aging ladder. Like her, I will fly with gray haired pilots.
P.S. If you want to be removed from my blog list, let me know-I know that some of you are too busy to read them--it won't hurt my feelings.
I value my younger friends, but I also value my older friend--we can all learn from one another.
I harbor deep resentment against those who make comments like "Perhaps we need to get rid of all of the old teachers," "He/she can no longer do "whatever" because he/she is old. Ironically enough, these age issues don't seem to matter in Congress or in the Supreme Court. Souter is retiring at the YOUNG age of 69--very young for a retiring Justice. The majority of the crew of the plane on the Hudson was senior--they did not panic, knew what to do and used their vast experience to do what was necessary.
One of my role models is Diana Trent, the feisty lady on my British show, "Waiting for God." I hope to have the fight she has as I climb this aging ladder. Like her, I will fly with gray haired pilots.
P.S. If you want to be removed from my blog list, let me know-I know that some of you are too busy to read them--it won't hurt my feelings.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
$9500 and 50-1
I am sitting watching the Kentucky Derby (which I never miss) and am absolutely excited because once again, an unlikely winner emerged. This is a very exciting year, even for horses. This horse only cost $9500 and the odds were 50-1 (too bad I wasn't there, in person, to bet). Even with those odds, he won--what does that tell us--we all always have the opportunity to win. I was sort of pulling for Chocolate Candy because of the irony of a "fattening named" horse belongs to the diet guru, Jenny Craig :-).
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Being Munster-Like
I was just watching several episodes of the Munsters (I am a multi-tasker, so I was doing other things too) and I discovered something fairly profound. They thought they were absolutely normal, but everyone else thought they were eccentric and weird looking. They had extremely high self esteem and enjoyed the lives they had carved out for themselves. Isn't it wonderful to be comfortable in our own skins?
Friday, April 17, 2009
The Susan Boyle Effect
I am fascinated by the story of the forty-seven year old Scottish woman with the magnificent voice. She was featured on the British version of American Idol and was greeted by catcalls and laughter when she first appeared on the stage as a perceived "frumpy," "ugly," woman. When she opened her mouth to sing "I Dreamed a Dream" from "Les Miserables," everyone, including Simon Cowell, one of the judges, was in awe.
This event confirmed even more the greatest lesson I learned in thirty-seven years--we cannot judge ANYTHING by outward appearances. Thanks to You-Tube (I continue to love technology), there she was for the world to see.
Pretty often masks ugly and ugly can mask pretty. Feigned intelligence can mask ignorance and "perceived ignorance" can mask intelligence.
This self proclaimed virgin, who has never been kissed has proved that neither is necessary for the emergence of a beautiful voice.
Talent, like most things, should come from within and we should never be surprised when it presents itself from what we consider "unlikely" sources.
I hope that the flowering of this heretofore closed bud, will again open our minds to the beauty of recognizing and honoring diversity. Forty Seven Year old virgins of the world--UNITE!
This event confirmed even more the greatest lesson I learned in thirty-seven years--we cannot judge ANYTHING by outward appearances. Thanks to You-Tube (I continue to love technology), there she was for the world to see.
Pretty often masks ugly and ugly can mask pretty. Feigned intelligence can mask ignorance and "perceived ignorance" can mask intelligence.
This self proclaimed virgin, who has never been kissed has proved that neither is necessary for the emergence of a beautiful voice.
Talent, like most things, should come from within and we should never be surprised when it presents itself from what we consider "unlikely" sources.
I hope that the flowering of this heretofore closed bud, will again open our minds to the beauty of recognizing and honoring diversity. Forty Seven Year old virgins of the world--UNITE!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Legoland and Making a Difference
I was casually reading my Legoland magazine (which I receive because we all have year memberships) and saw something intriguing. They have an Obama inaugural exhibit in mini-land which, of course, is made from legos. I don't remember exactly when it was installed, but in the magazine, they stated that they were going to remove it on Memorial Day. I immediately fired off an email to them and told them that given the historically significant inauguration, I felt the exhibit should stay throughout the visit. I said a few other nice things as well (we have been members for the ten years of the park's existence, etc.). I immediately received an email which told me that they would discuss it. I told a friend about my email and she emailed them too. Yesterday, I received the following email: (she received one too)
Dear Dr. Patricia Oyeshiku,
Thank you for your e-mail. I appreciate knowing that this is important to you and I thank you for following up with us.
We have received many positive comments and suggestions from our Guests to keep this display in Miniland U.S.A. throughout the summer. Therefore, I am pleased to tell you that this display will remain at the Park through Labor Day. Hopefully you and your family will be able to enjoy it this summer.
Thank you again for your e-mail.
Little things are so important--we each have to continue to take stands for what we think is right. I'm sure we were the only two people who wrote them, but sometimes, one voice is all that is needed. Always use your voice--it's worth the effort.
Little things are so important--we each have to continue to take stands for what we think is right. I'm sure we were the only two people who wrote them, but sometimes, one voice is all that is needed. Always use your voice--it's worth the effort.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Lamb Chops and Little Things
I had lunch with an old dear friend this past week and we always solve the problems of the world during these once a month outings. We talked about many, many subjects from, of course, the election, to the aging process and back to the aging process. She is an only child (and has an only child) and was the primary caretaker for first her father, and then her mother.
Once her mother asked her for some lamb chops. She told her that it was "not the season" for lamb chops and besides, they were very expensive. After her mother passed, she was most troubled by not having bought those lamb chops. I suspect that we have lots of opportunities to "buy lamb chops" and we let those opportunities pass. Each day, I am more and more certain, that the "lamb chops" matter more than the things we think are more valuable. Let us make sure that each day we are buying lamb chops for those whom we love--little things matter!
Once her mother asked her for some lamb chops. She told her that it was "not the season" for lamb chops and besides, they were very expensive. After her mother passed, she was most troubled by not having bought those lamb chops. I suspect that we have lots of opportunities to "buy lamb chops" and we let those opportunities pass. Each day, I am more and more certain, that the "lamb chops" matter more than the things we think are more valuable. Let us make sure that each day we are buying lamb chops for those whom we love--little things matter!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
CaringJoy
I have never fancied myself as a nurse/caregiver. I have always preferred taking care of the business side of illness rather than the nursing side. I liked typing out the medication list, making the appointments, and taking notes at the doctor's office. The day-to-day caregiving, was not what I believed I was very good at doing.
I am finding such joy in taking care of my sweet husband during his rehabilitation from knee surgery. One thing I have found is that whatever personality you have doing the good times is the same one you will have during difficult times. He is the perfect patient--does what he is supposed to do, cooperates, is not demanding and did a lot of things pre-surgery to make things easier for me. He labeled all of his cereal so that I would know what mixtures he wanted--I knew that he ate cereal every morning, but didn't know how he mixed it.
I have had to do grocery shopping (that's what he likes to do that) and found out that a former student works at my neighborhood Vons and has been there for four years. I didn't even know where to look for specific groceries because I hadn't shopped in so long, except for occasionally picking up one or two items. I have learned that he shops at at least 5 or 6 stores depending upon where the sales are. Milk at Walgreens, fruit at Henry's, sodas at Keils, Capri Suns at Food for Less, soup at Vons. What a day I had--but it was all joyful. I learned so many new things.
I have also learned a lot about where things are in the house. I have to get things for him, so now I know where he keeps everything in his office--I never went through his things before.
I have become an expert at "all things downstairs" because I have been spending a lot of time there. I think I have lost at least 5 pounds already from going up and down the stairs each day.
The most amazing part of all of this is the absolute joy I am feeling from taking care of him--I know that he would do the same for me. "Ain't love something?"
I am finding such joy in taking care of my sweet husband during his rehabilitation from knee surgery. One thing I have found is that whatever personality you have doing the good times is the same one you will have during difficult times. He is the perfect patient--does what he is supposed to do, cooperates, is not demanding and did a lot of things pre-surgery to make things easier for me. He labeled all of his cereal so that I would know what mixtures he wanted--I knew that he ate cereal every morning, but didn't know how he mixed it.
I have had to do grocery shopping (that's what he likes to do that) and found out that a former student works at my neighborhood Vons and has been there for four years. I didn't even know where to look for specific groceries because I hadn't shopped in so long, except for occasionally picking up one or two items. I have learned that he shops at at least 5 or 6 stores depending upon where the sales are. Milk at Walgreens, fruit at Henry's, sodas at Keils, Capri Suns at Food for Less, soup at Vons. What a day I had--but it was all joyful. I learned so many new things.
I have also learned a lot about where things are in the house. I have to get things for him, so now I know where he keeps everything in his office--I never went through his things before.
I have become an expert at "all things downstairs" because I have been spending a lot of time there. I think I have lost at least 5 pounds already from going up and down the stairs each day.
The most amazing part of all of this is the absolute joy I am feeling from taking care of him--I know that he would do the same for me. "Ain't love something?"
ArtJoy
I have never been able to draw anything beyond a stick figure, although I am creative in many other ways. It was a goal, because I enjoy art, to learn how to draw. I previously thought that art was a gift and that it could not be learned--either you had it or you didn't. All of my artsy friends told me that this was completely untrue, but I never believed them. I decided to take an art class, in my "freetirement" as part of my exploration of "new worlds." I am delighted to say that my friends were right--anyone, even I, can learn to draw.
The watercolor class on our cruise was my inspiration--I learned that it would be good to know how to draw before doing watercolor. I like my teacher because when I did my first drawing she told me "I can see that you are abstract." I know that was her way of telling me that my drawing sucked, but it made me feel good. Gawd, pats on the back do work. She tells us what to do and then allows us to get into our "own boxes," much unlike the sucky quilting teacher I had a few years ago. We all had to get into her quilting box, and of course I revolted and did my own work at home after listening to her explanations of things. Anyway, my husband, Tony can recognize what I have drawn--that inspires me because he is an artist. I thank my friends--Cran, for the art books and pencils, Cathy, for the inspiration, and of course, Tony, for always telling me that my work is nice, even when I know it isn't.
The most amazing thing about this art adventure is that I am seeing the world in a different way. When I walked on the beach at Coronado, the clouds, the water and the sand formed a picture. The sunset is now a picture, even every day objects are pictures. I still have trouble drawing a box, but I know that eventually I will get it right. I am now a "sketchbook journaler"
and am finding great joy in producing visual images. It's really just like writing--just another way of doing it. I liked what the Swiss painter, Paul Klee, said "Drawing is taking a line for a walk." I will keep "walking the lines."
poyes (that is the signature I use for my "work." :-)
The watercolor class on our cruise was my inspiration--I learned that it would be good to know how to draw before doing watercolor. I like my teacher because when I did my first drawing she told me "I can see that you are abstract." I know that was her way of telling me that my drawing sucked, but it made me feel good. Gawd, pats on the back do work. She tells us what to do and then allows us to get into our "own boxes," much unlike the sucky quilting teacher I had a few years ago. We all had to get into her quilting box, and of course I revolted and did my own work at home after listening to her explanations of things. Anyway, my husband, Tony can recognize what I have drawn--that inspires me because he is an artist. I thank my friends--Cran, for the art books and pencils, Cathy, for the inspiration, and of course, Tony, for always telling me that my work is nice, even when I know it isn't.
The most amazing thing about this art adventure is that I am seeing the world in a different way. When I walked on the beach at Coronado, the clouds, the water and the sand formed a picture. The sunset is now a picture, even every day objects are pictures. I still have trouble drawing a box, but I know that eventually I will get it right. I am now a "sketchbook journaler"
and am finding great joy in producing visual images. It's really just like writing--just another way of doing it. I liked what the Swiss painter, Paul Klee, said "Drawing is taking a line for a walk." I will keep "walking the lines."
poyes (that is the signature I use for my "work." :-)
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I Will Pull Up Your Socks for You
Tuesday we went to a "knee class" designed for those facing knee replacement surgery. It was a very interesting day--they told us everything you would ever want to know about knees. The nurse/educator even passed around a model of the knee with the replacement part. Every detail was covered including what to expect with the surgery, the time you will spend with the physical "terrorist," the participatory nature of the rehabilitation, the hospitalization, the do's and don'ts post surgery. On the advice of our daughters, I took my laptop (they know what a copious note-taker I am) and typed more than three pages of notes (thank Heavens for a summer school typing class in the summer of fifth grade). She also told us that rehabilitation facilities are reserved for those with extenuating circumstances, so rehabilitation will be done at home (The teacher said "Hospital beds are for sick people, and these are just knee replacements").
She also talked about assistive devices--crutches, walkers and the like. There are also long sticks with sponges on the end to facilitate bathing, long sticks to pick things up and reach in high places. Then she showed a device which would help the person put on socks. When I saw this, I whispered to my husband "I will pull up your socks for you." I didn't give this phrase much thought until I mentioned it to a friend and she told me (she fancies herself a nurse), that touching is really important during any rehabilitation procedure.
Life is a combination of so many intertwined events--I facilitated a class at church Thursday night and the subject was "Extravagant Love" (Bible readers can go to John 2: 1-8). As I talked
to my friend, I realized that "pulling up socks" is an example of that extravagant love. It is a gesture of humility and love. We all need to engage in "pulling up socks" for all whom we love.
She also talked about assistive devices--crutches, walkers and the like. There are also long sticks with sponges on the end to facilitate bathing, long sticks to pick things up and reach in high places. Then she showed a device which would help the person put on socks. When I saw this, I whispered to my husband "I will pull up your socks for you." I didn't give this phrase much thought until I mentioned it to a friend and she told me (she fancies herself a nurse), that touching is really important during any rehabilitation procedure.
Life is a combination of so many intertwined events--I facilitated a class at church Thursday night and the subject was "Extravagant Love" (Bible readers can go to John 2: 1-8). As I talked
to my friend, I realized that "pulling up socks" is an example of that extravagant love. It is a gesture of humility and love. We all need to engage in "pulling up socks" for all whom we love.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Finally Awake at the Wake
I was talking to a very good friend tonight and she told me a story that I thought was worth sharing. She went to the wake of a friend she had known since second grade. She was driven to the church and she signed the guest book (she signed "From your beloved friend of 75 years"). She and her sister proceeded to the front of the church. She told her that she would not view the body until she composed herself, as she sat wondering why she didn't recognize any of the people there. Her sister, however, viewed the body and told her that it was a man (her friend was a woman). Her first thought was what would the man's wife think when she read the guest book. After the minister finished his prayer, they left the church, but before she left, she scratched out what she had written in the guest book (that couldn't have been pretty). Then they asked someone and found out that the church they wanted was a block and a half away. Another thought was that the friend had been sick for a long time, so maybe she had lost her hair.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Grandmas and Grammys
Last night I stayed up until after 11:00 P.M. (that is like an all nighter for me) in order to watch the Grammys because I wanted to see Lil Wayne (he actually is lil at 5'6''). This cross generational musical mingling again reminded me that there is, indeed, a new day on the horizon. Last year I barely knew any of the musical groups on this award show. This year there was such a combination of the new and the old, that I have a new appreciation for the new. There were the Jonas Brothers with Stevie Wonder, Justin Timberlake with Al Green, Radiohead with the USC band, Neo and Jamie Fox with Smoky Robinson and an original member of the Four Tops, Lil Wayne with Toussaint and musicians and dancers from New Orleans. They all sang together as if they were in the same generation. That is really what this new day is all about--we must all "sing together, " across all lines.
P .S. I also found out that Kid Rock is not a kid
P .S. I also found out that Kid Rock is not a kid
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Lil Wayne is Not Lil
This morning I watched the Early Show rather than my usual Good Morning America because a friend flew to New York to be interviewed but unfortunately, she was not on the show. All was not lost, however because I saw a segment by Katie Couric featuring Lil Wayne. When the segment appeared, I was multitasking as usual, speaking to my former student and friend who calls me every single morning to make sure we are fine (my, how I appreciate that) AND watching the show. As I was talking to her, I began to tell her about this face-tattooed young Black man being interviewed. I had no idea who he was. As I began to talk to her about the segment, she told me that it sounded like Lil Wayne. As I listened, I found out that she was right--OMG, I thought Lil Wayne was Lil. I found out once again, that we can never judge people by what they look like or what we think they should look like. I found out a lot about this young businessman /rapper, a graduate of the University of Houston.
Later in the day, I decided, on the "spur of the moment" to go see Gran Torino even though I'm not a Clint Eastwood groupie. I had heard so much about the movie--most people talked about this old man with the racist comments. It was oh so much more than that. I saw young and old beginning to understand one another. The old man, from another time, when his neighborhood was different, learned to accept others much unlike himself. He had judged them as they could have judged him. I saw the old learning from the young and the young learning from the old. Behind his gruff exterior, there was love. It reminded me once again that love is an action word--not defined so much by what we say, but by what we do. True Love is Do Love. I hope I never get too old to appreciate the wisdom of the young and I hope that the young will never become so narrow that they think they cannot learn from the old.
I loved the movie--I loved the lessons--I loved the love!
Later in the day, I decided, on the "spur of the moment" to go see Gran Torino even though I'm not a Clint Eastwood groupie. I had heard so much about the movie--most people talked about this old man with the racist comments. It was oh so much more than that. I saw young and old beginning to understand one another. The old man, from another time, when his neighborhood was different, learned to accept others much unlike himself. He had judged them as they could have judged him. I saw the old learning from the young and the young learning from the old. Behind his gruff exterior, there was love. It reminded me once again that love is an action word--not defined so much by what we say, but by what we do. True Love is Do Love. I hope I never get too old to appreciate the wisdom of the young and I hope that the young will never become so narrow that they think they cannot learn from the old.
I loved the movie--I loved the lessons--I loved the love!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
O! What an Inauguration!
This may be a long one!. The last three days have been perhaps the most memorable in my lifetime. I went to Baltimore Sunday, was hosted by a former student and her family and began my inauguration adventure. I went to the hotel in Baltimore Monday morning at 10 a.m and was met there by both daughters, their husbands, our three grandchildren and two of our daughters' friends. Yes, there were that many people in our two bedroom suite--there was plenty of room for everybody!. From the moment I arrived in Baltimore, there was a feeling that there was something beautiful in the air. Everyone was smiling, everyone looked proud, everyone seemed purposeful. The hotel was festive with the front desk adorned with red white and blue bunting. People seemed more helpful, more concerned about others and generally, appeared more hopeful than ever.
Monday was a big day. My friend (my daughters asked me to give her the second ticket), my son-in-law, my daughters friends and I took the Marc train (the inexpensive way to get from Baltimore to Washington. My son-in-law carried a clothing bag with all of our fancy clothes for the South Carolina ball that night. We waited in line for one hour and a half in front of the Longworth building to pick up the two tickets for the inauguration. Again, such a fabulous aura--no pushing, harsh words, impatience--there were no strangers among us. When we finally reached Susan's office (after going through airport like security), we saw her, took pictures again and even took pictures next to the fake Obama cardboard cut-out. She had all kinds of California snacks--salsa, guacamole, the works. We sat, mingled and ate. Then we went into her office to get the tickets. They were in large manila envelopes in a cardboard box (only 150 tickets were distributed from her office--it was totally random). You chose and envelope and that determined which color ticket you would get. I chose silver--I was delighted because I met a friend there (he works for a California senator) and he gave me two extra tickets--they were silver as well. So, I gave our daughters the extra two tickets. The tickets are really "frame worthy"--beautiful. We were also given programs for the inauguration, also "frame worthy."
My son-in-law and I left Washington via the Metro for Alexandria, Viriginia and the home of an old friend of 40 years (he actually drove his uncle's limo for our wedding). We ate , visited, dressed and were picked up by his driver and taken to the South Carolina States' Ball. We arrived in front of the Smithsonian's at 8:15 (the even began at 8). It was fabulous--a great band, great food, and all you could drink (if that were your thing). If I didn't believe that what is happening represents a new day, I would have believed after this event. South Carolineans, Black and White, exemplifying this magical time, a time that is so difficult to describe, but interesting to observe. It exceeded my expectations. It was worth the price of admission.
Tuesday was the big day--into Washington on the 6:30 train. In line by 8:00 a.m. It took a quite some time to find the "silver gate." All gates were coded by color for ticket holders. My friend and I went together and our daughters came later. I have never seen so many people in one spot before. We did not enter the mall until 11:15 and the program began at ll:30. We were close, but we still couldn't see much :-). The "being there" was the thing. There was so much goodwill, emotion (I took six quilt pieces from my great-grandmother's quilt to represent all who were not here to see this), camraderie, conversation, picture taking, tears, laughter, quiet, joy. It was a spiritual revolution. When President Obama spoke, there was not a sound in the crowd. The birds flew, the sun was bright and the warmth of the moments also warmed body and soul.
My biggest fear was that I would freeze to death, but I felt as if I were in front of a burning fireplace. It was a most magnificent and incredible day. Two million people in one spot, celebrating, but yet, in awe of the moment.
My reflection on this day: The "Patchwork" was quite evident--people coming together for the common good. I never talk to people on a plane--there was a young black woman sitting next to me on the first leg of my flight back home. I very casually asked her what her job was (because she talked about working in two cities). She is a neurosurgeon, Harvard trained, 37 years old. Knows the president because of U. of Chicago connections. On the other side of me was a woman from Nashville with an 8 year old daugher who wanted advice on how to get her into a good college. The conversation we had throughout the flight was interesting--this president has begun a new kind of discourse. We will now talk about very meaningful things and don't have to "lie anymore" as the young woman told me. Now we can really believe the things we have always said--that we can be whatever we want. On the second leg of my plane I sat next to an Indian woman (she did not speak English). The lady on the other side of me was crocheting squares. The Indian lady motioned to her to ask, with her eyes, if she could crochet. She took the needle and the yarn and began to crochet at rapid speed. I saw another community--a "crochet community." She finished two large squares before we landed, still never saying a word. When I mentioned this to the lady next to me she said that is what this new day is all about the "oneness" of us all.
There was an interesting article in the sports section of the USA today--its point was that athletes will no longer be the role models. Young people will know that they can play sports "on the side" and it does not have to be a destination (I have written about this before). I am excited by this next generation--they will really make the change that we 60's people made during our time. I am excited the the struggles of our generation made all of this possible. I am not stuck in that time--that was then--I love the beauty of the diversity I see. I
I saw this patchwork in action--two million strong--united by hope and change--REAL hope and change. The possibilities are endless. I loved being there, feeling that I was a part of history. I loved having my children and grandchildren there because I know that it was a defining moment for them.
It was an incredible moment, and I wanted to share even though it's almost indescribale. It was
This may be a long one!. The last three days have been perhaps the most memorable in my lifetime. I went to Baltimore Sunday, was hosted by a former student and her family and began my inauguration adventure. I went to the hotel in Baltimore Monday morning at 10 a.m and was met there by both daughters, their husbands, our three grandchildren and two of our daughters' friends. Yes, there were that many people in our two bedroom suite--there was plenty of room for everybody!. From the moment I arrived in Baltimore, there was a feeling that there was something beautiful in the air. Everyone was smiling, everyone looked proud, everyone seemed purposeful. The hotel was festive with the front desk adorned with red white and blue bunting. People seemed more helpful, more concerned about others and generally, appeared more hopeful than ever.
Monday was a big day. My friend (my daughters asked me to give her the second ticket), my son-in-law, my daughters friends and I took the Marc train (the inexpensive way to get from Baltimore to Washington. My son-in-law carried a clothing bag with all of our fancy clothes for the South Carolina ball that night. We waited in line for one hour and a half in front of the Longworth building to pick up the two tickets for the inauguration. Again, such a fabulous aura--no pushing, harsh words, impatience--there were no strangers among us. When we finally reached Susan's office (after going through airport like security), we saw her, took pictures again and even took pictures next to the fake Obama cardboard cut-out. She had all kinds of California snacks--salsa, guacamole, the works. We sat, mingled and ate. Then we went into her office to get the tickets. They were in large manila envelopes in a cardboard box (only 150 tickets were distributed from her office--it was totally random). You chose and envelope and that determined which color ticket you would get. I chose silver--I was delighted because I met a friend there (he works for a California senator) and he gave me two extra tickets--they were silver as well. So, I gave our daughters the extra two tickets. The tickets are really "frame worthy"--beautiful. We were also given programs for the inauguration, also "frame worthy."
My son-in-law and I left Washington via the Metro for Alexandria, Viriginia and the home of an old friend of 40 years (he actually drove his uncle's limo for our wedding). We ate , visited, dressed and were picked up by his driver and taken to the South Carolina States' Ball. We arrived in front of the Smithsonian's at 8:15 (the even began at 8). It was fabulous--a great band, great food, and all you could drink (if that were your thing). If I didn't believe that what is happening represents a new day, I would have believed after this event. South Carolineans, Black and White, exemplifying this magical time, a time that is so difficult to describe, but interesting to observe. It exceeded my expectations. It was worth the price of admission.
Tuesday was the big day--into Washington on the 6:30 train. In line by 8:00 a.m. It took a quite some time to find the "silver gate." All gates were coded by color for ticket holders. My friend and I went together and our daughters came later. I have never seen so many people in one spot before. We did not enter the mall until 11:15 and the program began at ll:30. We were close, but we still couldn't see much :-). The "being there" was the thing. There was so much goodwill, emotion (I took six quilt pieces from my great-grandmother's quilt to represent all who were not here to see this), camraderie, conversation, picture taking, tears, laughter, quiet, joy. It was a spiritual revolution. When President Obama spoke, there was not a sound in the crowd. The birds flew, the sun was bright and the warmth of the moments also warmed body and soul.
My biggest fear was that I would freeze to death, but I felt as if I were in front of a burning fireplace. It was a most magnificent and incredible day. Two million people in one spot, celebrating, but yet, in awe of the moment.
My reflection on this day: The "Patchwork" was quite evident--people coming together for the common good. I never talk to people on a plane--there was a young black woman sitting next to me on the first leg of my flight back home. I very casually asked her what her job was (because she talked about working in two cities). She is a neurosurgeon, Harvard trained, 37 years old. Knows the president because of U. of Chicago connections. On the other side of me was a woman from Nashville with an 8 year old daugher who wanted advice on how to get her into a good college. The conversation we had throughout the flight was interesting--this president has begun a new kind of discourse. We will now talk about very meaningful things and don't have to "lie anymore" as the young woman told me. Now we can really believe the things we have always said--that we can be whatever we want. On the second leg of my plane I sat next to an Indian woman (she did not speak English). The lady on the other side of me was crocheting squares. The Indian lady motioned to her to ask, with her eyes, if she could crochet. She took the needle and the yarn and began to crochet at rapid speed. I saw another community--a "crochet community." She finished two large squares before we landed, still never saying a word. When I mentioned this to the lady next to me she said that is what this new day is all about the "oneness" of us all.
There was an interesting article in the sports section of the USA today--its point was that athletes will no longer be the role models. Young people will know that they can play sports "on the side" and it does not have to be a destination (I have written about this before). I am excited by this next generation--they will really make the change that we 60's people made during our time. I am excited the the struggles of our generation made all of this possible. I am not stuck in that time--that was then--I love the beauty of the diversity I see. I
I saw this patchwork in action--two million strong--united by hope and change--REAL hope and change. The possibilities are endless. I loved being there, feeling that I was a part of history. I loved having my children and grandchildren there because I know that it was a defining moment for them.
It was an incredible moment, and I wanted to share even though it's almost indescribale. It was
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tomorrow Left Us Yesterday
One of my friends uses this title as his email address. It is an interesting concept, but please post a comment and let me know what you think it means. Is it optimistic or pessimistic?
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Soiled Soil
Last Sunday's sermon at my church was about seasons. As the pastor talked about the seasons of our lives he also mentioned the "Soil of our lives." Now that I have become a "gardener," I am interested in all things garden related. Just as we fertilize soil in our gardens, we need to fertilize the soil in our lives. This soil needs to be fertilized in order for the seeds, which must be planted deeply, to grow. No seed grows on the surface. Our soil, represents who we are, what we believe, and how we live our lives. Most of us have experienced rocky soil, unfertilized soil, and soil with few "seed plantings." When we look at the soil in our gardens, we can't see the seeds growing--just as in our lives, others don't know what seeds are growing beneath our exteriors.
When I looked at students, I always kept in mind the fact that I did not know what was growing beneath. As I see them as adults, I am also thrilled to see what their harvests are.
Some of us have "soiled soil." We have so much "dirt" in our soil, that it sometimes prevents good things from happening. Some of us, even when we need to plant seeds, cannot, because of our "soiled soil."
Pastor said that every set-back and disappointment is "seed planting time." Soometimes, we have to wait for our harvest. Let us keep our soil renewed and "unsoiled" so that when it is time to "plant," we will be ready and receptive. We need to plant good quality seed because that affects the quality of the harvest.
One thing that I am finding more and more as I age and observe is that people tend to harvest whatever they have put into the ground. No one is responsible for that, other than we ourselves.
Plant well, fertilize well, use good seeds!
HAPPY PLANTING!
When I looked at students, I always kept in mind the fact that I did not know what was growing beneath. As I see them as adults, I am also thrilled to see what their harvests are.
Some of us have "soiled soil." We have so much "dirt" in our soil, that it sometimes prevents good things from happening. Some of us, even when we need to plant seeds, cannot, because of our "soiled soil."
Pastor said that every set-back and disappointment is "seed planting time." Soometimes, we have to wait for our harvest. Let us keep our soil renewed and "unsoiled" so that when it is time to "plant," we will be ready and receptive. We need to plant good quality seed because that affects the quality of the harvest.
One thing that I am finding more and more as I age and observe is that people tend to harvest whatever they have put into the ground. No one is responsible for that, other than we ourselves.
Plant well, fertilize well, use good seeds!
HAPPY PLANTING!
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