Open up and find a way.

Use my talents, wisdom, failures, loves, losses, joys and sorrows... take everything I have, all I am and all that I might be...

in.

Faith. Service. Gratitude.

How happy was I to see the sun blow through the clouds.

Mr. Coffee Has Gone Dark...

Mel's off the warm caffeinated loveliness.

It's sad to see Mr. Coffee on the bench. But. A girl can still dream.

When I want to change the reflection in the mirror...

I put one foot in front of the other.

And.

I'm always.

Walking out the door.



It's never difficult to change.

But.

You do need to take the first steps.

Thanks to the work of Rankin/Bass Productions and their use of "Animagic" (a stop motion animation process using figurines) with Mickey Rooney singing musical numbers in creating a classic.

MLK B-DAY 2008

In celebration. In rememberance.

Where would you have me go
What would you have me do
What would you have me say
And to whom.

Martin Luther King Jr. was 39 when he was shot down.

Each day counts. Each day means everything.

Show up in every way. everyday.

Gecko Ga Ga...

It's official.

I have a crush on the Geico Gecko guy....

I fought it for a long time, but had to cave with the recent round of radio commercials... there's something about that voice that does it for me everytime.

Funniest Thing I Saw Today...

Al Pacino's dad's name is Sal Pacino.

"Sal... what should we call our baby boy?"

Al.

"Done."

Sal is no longer with us but his spirit lives on.

Word. Big Bird.

There is poetry in action all around us.

Imagine my surprise on finishing up a contentious telephone call, when the other party signed off with... "Word. Big Bird."

It was cute. it was endearing. it was unexpected.

Merriam-Webster's definition of poetry is beauty of expression formulating a concentrated awareness of experience in the language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm.

Big Bird as poetic conduit. Love it.

when you absolutely can't leave home with out it...

I own myself. I honor myself. I am myself.

It's official...

I have a mantra.

I May Be on Country Crack...

I think people should join me. The world will be a better place.

Here's a classic lyric by Billy Dean...

Gonna hold who needs holdin'
Mend what needs mendin'
Walk what needs walkin'
Though it means an extra mile
Pray what needs prayin'
Say what needs sayin'
Cause we're only here for a little while

Let's take it by storm.

It's Always All There...

The human condition just needs help seeing it.

To that end... Here's my thought for this moment.

We're all interconnected. Let go of any other idea of separateness.

Many people forget that their "reality" isn't everyone's reality and overlook the very idea that we are all one.

I spent a long time stuck in "my reality." It was isolating. It was confining, and didn't come close to expanding through what is.

While it's true... other peoples stories are not my stories. They are all part of the fabric and fibers of the world we create together. Limiting yourself to only your reality and story is a false picture. Revealing and removing our illusive blindfolds brings us to a true picture.

I repeat we are all interconnected. Let go of any other idea of separateness.

A couple of lines from William Wordsworth's Prelude...

Like harmony in music; there is a dark inscrutable workmanship that reconciles discordant elements, makes them cling together in one society.

As we cling together. Let's bring grace, joy and acceptance to our differentness.

It Doesn't Matter...

Every circumstance has many interpretations.

The person you dislike the most can bring you your greatest gift.

Best to take it all in stride.

Here's one of my favorite Sufi stories...

A farmer lived in the days when fighting was going on between small kingdoms in China. This farmer had a son. His son, with the aid of the horse, was tilling a small field. One day the horse ran away.

The neighbors came and said, ‘It’s a very bad thing. You have such bad luck.’ The farmer said, ‘Maybe.’

So the next day the horse came back with half a dozen other wild horses. The neighbors came again and they said, ‘What tremendous luck.’ So he said, ‘Maybe.’

On the third day the son, while trying to ride one of the wild horses, fell and broke his leg. Again, the neighbors came and said what bad luck it was, and the farmer said, ‘Maybe.’

The next day the king’s people came to recruit strong healthy farmers into the army. When they found this farmer’s son with a broken leg they left him alone. So, again, the neighbors came and said it wasn’t such bad luck after all and that everything had turned out well. The farmer said, again,‘Maybe.’