radical ramblings and thoughts of a southern girl
Posted Sep 28, 2011 08:48 PM
“And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
As a young child,
I spent hour upon hour,
out behind my grandfather's house,
swinging in an old tire swing,
sailing to the sky,
twirling and kicking,
underneath that old oak tree
right beside the railroad tracks.
I'd watch as the train cars went by,
see the passenger car
where they were going,
what they did
who they were
as quickly as they passed
I'd be back at it again,
all the while
taking in the wonder of leaves,
feeling the grass under my feet,
staring at the clouds
thinking about the places I might go
Living in a chaotic world
to a longing deep within...
a longing to return
for just a few short minute,
to be carefree,
for an hour or so
stare at the sky,
return to a place
of long ago
went slow and being
It looks inviting,
I'll say that for sure....
being that is...
next time I pass...
I'm gonna stop
just for a few minutes...
Stop and breath and swing and rest
hump day is over...
weekend is coming...
Posted Sep 27, 2011 08:39 PM
Let the damned thing go down the drain!
Robert A. Heinlein
< div align="center">what the day...
pulled at every angle possible,problems to solve,
crazy episodes of uncontrollable situationsand
hear in my head
andwant to say out loud...
"I am not your MOTHER"--except to the off color kids of course...
As the day ends,
swirl around my head,
bombard through my mind,
andkeep me from lying down and resting...
in retrospectall the chaos
just needs to go down the drain,
no need to let it bother me,
no need to let it become pooled
I am going to let the "junk"
infestations of my environment< div align="center">andmy world,
wash off me,
move off of me,
all in all
at the end of the day
the crap doesn't matter
I stop and recall
....I am blessed,
I am loved,
I can walk and talk and see.
I have food to eat,
a bed to lie in
a big daddy to snuggle with
and two off color kids to keep me young
two nice well mannered labs
the Cecil devil dog from hell--who escaped again today--but was caught within five minutes....< div align="center">
big daddy cooked dinner and his mom, mama Dee, came to eat with us,
family, food, and love...
all the stuff,
moving down the drain....as
I free myself from it....< div align="center">
forI am blessed!!!!
Posted Sep 26, 2011 08:21 PM
“Life is change. Growth is optional. Choose wisely.”
Karen Kaiser Clark
it moves along,
moment to moment,
second to second,
the clock ticks turning
we grow a bit older....
rustles our feathers,
we try to slow it down,
use our energy to convince our self
it "ain't" gonna happen to us...
regardless of how hard we push up against it,
she keeps moving right along,
the world keeps a changing...
follows her lead...
we stare time in the face
notice the changes occurring
meets our glare...
we make can dare
...and remain stagnant..
may we all choose wisely...
Posted Sep 25, 2011 08:59 PM
We are not human beings having a spiritual experience;
we are spiritual beings having a human experience.
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
that is said to come from chaos
ordered somehow by a mystical Force unseen with the naked eye,
we walk around< div align="center">all
going through the motions
never taking the timeto think
that are placed right
there in front of us,
humanity in the fullest sense.
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deep thinking for just before bedtime
wonder how we'd change our thought process
our view of the worldif we
embraced the factthat within our
clay like shellresided a
what does that mean anyway,
spiritual beingtoo deep for me to think about
too big to understand, but i like the thought of
a mystical like energy
encased in this sexy hot mama of a body,.........< /span>
I look at the leaf that was in front of me on a recent hike...
colors moving from the green of summer growth into the brilliant
array of oranges, reds and a tinge of yellow...
it is ragged, but even in the midst of it...there is intense beauty in the details,
pointed edges,< div align="center">veins running throughout,
wounds ever present....residing now underneath
< div align="center">fallen from above
other things< div align="center">waiting to be broken down and regenerated into something else.
looking at leaves is spiritual...
does it remind me to be human?
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it reminds me to experience awe and wonder and stop and think a bit...< div align="center">we humans< div align="center">
Posted Sep 23, 2011 08:36 PM
< div style="text-align: center;">The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won't. < div style="text-align: center;">it's whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it;...”
“Making your mark on the world is hard.
< div style="text-align: center;">If it were easy, everybody would do it.
But it's not.
< div style="text-align: center;">It takes patience, it takes commitment,
< div style="text-align: center;">and it comes with plenty of failure along the way.
― Barack Obama
It is Friday evening....
I'm tired...exhausted from a week of running, working out, working, cleaning, being....< div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to think about anything but sleep....< div style="text-align: center;">and
then I see this picture of a tree that I took
on a hike....and my mind begins to
I start thinking about why someone would carve their initials,< div style="text-align: center;">a picture,their love...in a tree on the side of a cliff out in the middle of nowhere.....
I suppose,underneath all our daily living...< div style="text-align: center;">what we really want to know is
we did just that...made a tiny little mark..
somewhere in the universe...
somewhere on this little planet we call home.
I look at the world...it is so big...
in the middle of the south,
under full moon sky,
the first fall-like evening
where there is a cool crisp bite in the air....and
wonder about my little mark....
I think about it,
wonder about it,
sit some more and fight off sleep...
making our mark...it is hard work,
takes energy and tools and ideas
courage I do suppose...
trying is the hard thing..getting the first little nick
in the wood...daring the first time,
sweating even....hard work it is...
might think we've messed up,
that it isn't good enough,but
making a nick,
even just a scribbleout of our true authentic self
is better than the alternative...too afraid to speak up or out or for...
walking in robot like fashion,going through the motions,
silenced by terror,shaken to the core,
hiding from others....
this scribbling and nickingand carving in trees
a safe place
to try it first..to be true to self
a place in the universe..choose a thing to bear our imprint...
even if it may be off the beaten path....
making a mark,
scribbling against the smooth surface,moving with all your might
a silent hidden world,
it is a good thing...leaves a dent,
lets' others know..
you exist....< div style="text-align: center;">let's us know we exist....< div style="text-align: center;">
a tiny tree,
small pen knife,
silent and alone,
push it in,
trace the letters of your name
your authentic mark
on the world.
It's not easy,
on this cool Friday evening...
Make your mark...scribble a bit
it's better than doing
Posted Sep 22, 2011 06:00 AM
| The tough thing about following your heart is what people forget to mention, that sometimes your heart takes you to places you shouldn't be, places that are as scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring, and sometimes your heart takes you to places that can never lead to a happy ending. And that's not even the difficult part. The difficult part is when you follow your heart, you leave normal, you go into the unknown. And once you do, you can never go back.|
liz in the movie Roswell
We walk down the path
stumbling on occasion,
sometimes viewing the sights along the way,
often talking and laughing and being with other
humans just like us
an opportunity of a lifetime
jumps right in front of us.....
a dark hole of sorts
our choice for the moment is
to choose to enter into
trusting that the universe
will not lead us astray.
It is scary business...
ones own unique pathway
will lead us the right way.
Some would rather journey
beautified by someone else....
too scared or lazy or comfortable
think of a world
outside the box--or especially of taking a step into the unknown,
always taking the easier softer path.
I love coming to a place
when I'm unsure what is next
begins to rush,
my heart pounds
little by little
I'm learning to trust
that i will have what it takes for the next step
out of normal...
take one step....
They say once you go unnormal....
you never go back!
Have a great day
Posted Sep 20, 2011 08:49 PM
The universe is energy that responds to expectations.
JAMES REDFIELD, The Celestine Prophecy
It's that time of year again,
brilliant beauty colors the horizon,
swirling oranges, yellows, flaming reds,
the leaves on the trees flutter,
they display themselves with flare,
join in the autumn dance
makes us feel alive,
the wind has a nip,
the sweet smell of green grass fades
the dry hay like smell of fall.
The wind blows,
leaves wave and dance
offer glory to the world
in a flash of beauty that is indescribable
in any kind of human words.
I find they energize me,
open my eyes to wonder and awe
hope....that.....spring will come again.
i walk along,
under my feet,
I begin to
hear the crisp sound of
dry grind underneath my feet,
brittle pieces fall
scatter and shred.
we humans go through the phases of life
in the same manner,
we grow up,
get ground up,
grow some more
find a bit of
it is a cycle
that turns and moves
comes back on itself..
time and time again...
find a bit of it tonight...
Posted Sep 19, 2011 09:01 PM
Larry, bees have never afraid to change the world. I mean, what about Bee Columbus, Bee Ghandi, Bee-Jesus?
from the Bee Movie
the world is changed
taking little things and turning them
when drizzled into the day to day living,
makes the world
just a bit sweeter and
a whole lot more delectable.
I have one friend, RC, today is her birthday...happy birthday nae!.
She is special in all kinds of ways....
she's an artist,
a creator of colorful wonders that capture
the light in just the right way,
she's full of wisdom,
wisdom she gleaned
from the woman she called mommy and
her granny and all the wise women who walked before her......
she said to me in her southern Appalachian voice with a twang of sorts,
"you have to see the world with the eyes of an eagle....you seem to
be seeing it like the way a mouse would see it..."
I didn't get it for a while.....
didn't have a clue what she was talking about,
just keep on trying....
trying to look down from above..
when I'm lucky...
I capture a glimpse of the world from above for just a short time...
She is a gentle soul,
with the intuitive wisdom
a medicine woman of sorts,
a offerer of blessings and prayers
tiny little specks of meal that feed the ants and bugs in her backyard,
small gifts scattered to the four corners,
made on the behalf of
friends, acquaintances, the world.
She is a wise woman,
cut ter of hair,
bak er of bread,
walks with the stable feet of the mountain goat
i swear just
being near her or talking to her
in a way
i can't explain....
her roots run deep....
is like a well of love and care and concern
that never runs dry.
So on this day....
a little bee that flies around,
send forth a celebratory offering of sorts
on behalf of
who had made a difference in my world,
I thank the wise grandmothers
for all her wise teachings
i thank my God,
the warmth of a friend
knows without ever having to be told.
She is not afraid,
to face the world,
stare diversity in the face,
open a heart full of love
share it with the world.
little by little
just a little worker bee
changes the world
as she touches folks like me
all over the place....
:don't bee afraid:
bee a changer of the world
like my friend RC.
happy birthday nae....you worker bee, gatherer of honey, and stories, and medicine....
I'm so glad you were born
and that you are
one of my "three sisters"
who walks along side me in the world, picks me up when I fall and invites me to laugh at myself in all kinds of situations.
wishing all of you
like my friend,
blessings and hugs....
Posted Sep 18, 2011 10:45 PM
"There are no secrets in life,
only hidden truths that lie beneath the surface."Michael Hall in Dexter
Somehow we learn to do it...
hide the things
we don't want others to know...
we bury them deep,
swallow them down,
cover them up,
they begin to bubble up,
deeper into our self
close it all off,
build walls of brick around us
to protect our self--from that little secret
that brings us hurt or pain or shame.
We go behind the bricks we make and use---
food, drugs, overworking, sex, alcohol,---
used to hide that "secret thing"
from the world,
but really truth be known..
are really hiding
from our self.
no light can enter
close the window--no cool breeze for us---
push the shutters closed---cause the light reveals
the secret lie, bringing it to the surface,
allowing exposure for
not only all the world to see,
On this Sunday,
all the little secrets
have held me back,
closed me off,
disguised my pain and hurt and shame...
I opened up,
opened the shutters,
looked at myself as the light flooded in,
I cracked the window
a refreshing cool wind
hit my face
they do is
hold us back
the truth....well it frees us....
Hugs and Blessings...
Posted Sep 17, 2011 08:47 PM
“No job is beneath you.
"You ought to be thrilled you got a job in the mail room And when you get there, here's what you do: Be really great at sorting mail. ” ― Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture
We fly around
searching for something,
hoping for the "one" that didn't get away....
that's what many of us aspire for anyway...
be the best,
land the best one,
accomplish the most,
bring home the mother load.....
I am fascinated by the conversations
I get to have with people,
what will happen
"when they get there"
As an older...
forty something sexy hot mama..
I usually nod
reach for their dreams......
then I ask..
"what makes you happy"
they can't answer it..
the secret to this they say
will come when they "get there".
I nod and smile and
that not long ago---
not to show my older and wiser age..
just a few short years ago..
that was me....
striving, working, driven,
off the change the world...
that I have
in my own unique way....
I smile and look at their wishful eyes.......
in my nod...
that one day..
I'll give...when I find just the right to listen....
'I'll call it---advice to my kids!'
the sexy hot mama...
1. the world is a great place...don't miss the adventure that is right in front of you, the bee on the flower,
the wonder in a butterflies wings,
the sound of the rain....sometimes
the very best things
are the things we miss
while we're planning and driving and pushing to get to the next place.....
keep your eyes open and watch...
wonder will grab you!
2. always try to find the place where your "greatest joy meets the worlds' greatest need"---that is when living into a vocational calling becomes most fulfilling--when there is a bit of joy woven through the daily grind all the while having the opportunity to make a difference---that's when you sit down at the end of the day
content and full of satisfaction.
3. talk to people, smile at a stranger, play nice and share---sometimes the person you least expect will teach you the best lessons in life--that is what i've found anyway!!!! trust me...
every person you meet can and will change you
in some form or fashion....if you are open
don't miss the opportunity look at everyone in the eye
4. Always do your best!!!! All the time!!!
when you lay down at night,
the big question to ask is this,
"did I do my best"
"did I make a difference"
"did I touch someone"
as long as you've done your best....
that is enough...
regardless of the outcome
regardless of the grade..
regardless of your paycheck..
at whatever you do....
giving the world your all...
that is living..
do your best---it's enough.
I know my sexy hot mama speech will not change
the driving force of the world...
try a few of
from an older and wiser
sexy hot mama....
is worth it!!!!
Just do YOUR best...always!
have a sabbatical Sunday!!!!
blessings and hugs.
Posted Sep 16, 2011 10:05 PM
What we leave behind is as important as how we’ve lived.
&nbs p; &n bsp; &nbs p; &n bsp; -Picard from Star Trek: Generations
scatter the path on which I trod.
remnants of an untold tale to tell,
someone or somethings life story
waiting to unfold.
tiny pieces of
< div style="font-family: "Times New Roman", Palatino; text-align: center;">scattered along the trail,
I gaze at them,
wonder who touched them,
wonder what they were like,
wonder about the paths they traveled and the sights they saw
wonder who they knew.
we leave them too,
tiny pieces of our color,
our crinkled up crap,
tiny chips of pain
cracked and covered and tossed to the side
given up by the carrier
as something that is no longer needed,
no longer needed for flying,
they brighten our world,
we carry them,
wear them out
when all is right
in line with the Universe
on that day,
we no longer need,
layed to the side for a day
picks up the scrap
continues down the trail
all the while
own tiny remants along the way.
May we all become aware
the gifts we leave behind
we call life
long after we are gone.
The things we leave behind...
they are important
all kinds of reasons...
recycled pieces of humanity
along the way
What remnant have you left behind?
Posted Sep 15, 2011 05:44 AM
<big>"We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. </big>
<big>Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. </big>< /span><big>Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists,
Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound </big>< /span><big>and moves with thirst to meet it."</big>
<big></big>- Jeladuddin Rumi (1207-1273)
I feel it in my spirit,
that crinkly, raspy,
I am tired,
< div align="center">I can't think,
just want to sleep some more,
too thirsty to start moving.
I lay nestled in my thirsty parched state,
amongst the green
the first drop of rain,
the tiny smidget of refreshment
begin my own revival of sorts.
I think I drank my last
my throat is
let's hope a big ole blowin' wind
wisp me away into
unknown part of universe.
I move my crinkled up parts,
stretch out as much as I can without breaking,
voice of the water speaks,
when it comes,
I'll be ready.
don't know how long it will be
but will be sittin' right here
gulp of refreshment arrives...
I will lay
I think I hear the rain a comin'...
waiting..............it's not much fun!
Posted Sep 14, 2011 05:57 AM
Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.
< div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">klaus kinski
it is everywhere....
I try to hide my heart from it,
try to run from it,
I have found that the
best thing to do with
pain of a heart that hurts
to stare it in the face
the pain is part of the living.
if we have no pain,
there is no tension between
wonderful and no good very bad days,
going through the motions,
not engaged or connected.
my heart hurts
because of the
I see in the eyes of others,
broken souls so dried up and parched
it give rise to the
one good wind
the entire heart
to crumble up into
tiny molecules and atoms
cast off into
some distant future
create other things.
The pain resonates inside me,
i feel theirs as deeply as i feel my own...
it vibrates and pounds
I feel the tears form,
the well continues to grow deeper
in that secret stagnant place
way down deep
in the bottom niche of my heart home.
I really don't want a share of theirs,
peer into their eyes,
feel the agony
of their pooled tears,
hear the crackle in the voice,
I can't help it,
it sends the arrow piercing
into the center,
opens me up,
and their stuff
holding a bit of their pain
for a few minutes,
a few hours,
a day or so,
until they get over the edge,
then I give it back...
let them hold it.
it takes alot of energy,
it's part of my calling,
calm silent presence
bear it up
Mystery of the Universe....
it's a heavy business
these connections of the heart....
Posted Sep 13, 2011 05:30 AM
never really giving
Each of us is carving a stone,
erecting a column,
or cutting a piece of stained glass in the construction of something
much bigger than ourselves. < /span>
Each morning we rise up,begin our day
picture of the world.
We eat our breakfast,
brush our teeth,
brush the sleep from our eyes
< div style="text-align: center;">and
about our daily buisiness
clinging to our routine,
our daily grind,
list of "to do's"
coloring the world
in some form or fashion,
a Univeral Call,
off our gift
< div style="text-align: center;">to the world,
serve in a bigger way,
< div style="text-align: center;">become aware
develope anunderstanding about the impact
corner of the street.
Live into this awareness
a color uniquely yours.
Let the light Shine through!
Have a great Day...
Posted Sep 12, 2011 08:41 PM
I know I have fooled everybody.
You know what my dream is?
... My dream ...
is to be able to dance free and proud.
Under my own name.
For all the world to see.
That's my dream.
from the movie- Shall We Dance?
There comes a time,
our dream catcher
filters clogged and jammed
of some creator
other than ourself.
about to burst,
threads beginning to
there we stand
one moment in time
at a pivotal
in our lives....
think and make.
dream and live
the dreams of others,
dance to their tune,
sing their song,
color the world with nothing but the colors selected by some
other dreamer of dreams...
make the choice
take our hand,
move away the cobwebs woven by others,
unwind their tangled ideas,
our own uniqueness spirit,
allow the dream of a new dance,
a sound of a new song,
a swirling of our own unique colors
unwind into reality.
May your dream catcher
dream your own dream!!!!!
Posted Sep 11, 2011 07:27 PM
" We are one big family of people, trying to make our way through the unfolding puzzle of life. We are all connected to one another in the heart. Connecting with the ultimate source of love is possible through discovering the hidden power in your heart."
Sara Paddison, Hidden Power of the Heart
I stood in my kitchen this afternoon after shucking some ears of corn, cutting off the kernels and scraping the cob. As I put the knife up to a cob, without notice,
without even knowing what I was doing....
the visual of corn coming off in rolls,
of juice spraying my arms and eyes,
the sweet smell of freshness....
I thought of the person who planted the seed, picked the corn,
thought of the water that fell from the sky and the sun that helped the seed birth forth into delicious wonder....
a flash of time,
there I sat....
at that old gray and white metal table
in the center of my great-grandmother's kitchen....
it was a warm memory
hot corn piled high, the little box radio playing on the country station,
granite buckets to capture the kernels we were cutting off...
mom, my little sister and my fatma......
fatma was the motherly matriarch
who felt it was her job to pass on the secret family freezing and canning recipe...
she ran the show...
I was never allowed to cut the corn off the cob--that was for fatma and mama--
my sister and I had the unglamorous job of taking the cobs that they had cut the kernels off of and use a butter knife to scrape the remaining kernel and juice out into the granite pail holding the delectable goodness.
I was only there in my mind for a few minutes today...
but it was a good visit...
a refreshing memory of sort...
a reminder of
days when life was slow
sat around the table
took time to know each other,
laugh with each other and
tell ancestral stories of days gone by....
I cherish the memory of my fatma's table...
lots happened there...
wonderful food...like baked ham, home grown green beans and the best
German chocolate cake I've ever eaten
was cooked and served by the hands of a woman
born in 1900.
I loved her deeply and wonder where I'd have been had I not sat at that table in her kitchen..
It was on that kitchen table that she kept her tattered bible with a piece of an envelope marking her place every day. She'd sit there first thing with her steaming coffee and I'd watch her read through her thick glasses and see her lips moving as her eyes passed through the lines of the passages.
I guess, I came to understand the depths of God's love
at that metal table,
I was fed, I was nurtured,
I was taught
I was loved
into the depths of
the wonder of family and faith and love.
I'm thankful today for a corn cob moment