June 2006

As June winds down a new moon is poised to bring other things to light.
June has been one of those emotional roller coaster type jobbies. So I set my sights on July, starting with the Fourth of July and all of those childhood memories...swimming, sweating, rolling around like puppies with my twin brother. Getting bit by a black or red ant was a typical Summer thing. Brother or I would somehow manage to step on a nail. Brother seemed to meet up with those pesky nails more oftne than me and a trip to get a vaccination would immediately insue especially if it was a rusty nail, tetanus or some such shot to eliminate the possibility infection.

Just rambling basically, wanted to get one more tidbit in on the last day/night of June.

Here's to a good Summer 2006, all the typical Summer time activities and goings on and the great memories of Summers past that surface and take us back to those balmy dog day mornings, afternoons and nights.

Day Dreamin

"What a day for a daydream"

Livin' on the grid is a love/hate thing. You know the webs of line that streams across the sky. Makes you wonder how much more challenging life would be yet simple at the same time without the wires, lines, maze of complex electrically charged connections into our safe havenz.
Many a bird call them parking spaces as they perch & sing their cheerful songs on the lines.
Telephone calls are made, cable & TV programs are received, utilities are produced, computers are plugged in & city living goes on accompanied by the black n metallic ropes strung along hither and yon.

Glen Campbell sings; "I am a lineman for the county", yes those lines are multipurposeful, sometimes annoying and even more necessary for city living then we know.

We depend on this stuff, livin on the grid. We freak out when the lights go out suddenly during a storm, out of control, so dependant upon grid living. Would love to build my own self contained, environmentally sound earthship like the ones found in Taos, New Mexico.
Yeah, that's the way to live. Someday perhaps.

Anywhoo, just day dreamin, Good day to you...peace out and all that jazz~

Happy Birthday Pink!

"They say it's your Birthday,"well Happy Birthday to Ya!!!!" -The Beatles

"You must have been a beautiful baby, cuz baby look at you now."

"On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true ~ so they made `you." - The Carpenter's

And how lovely and precious you are.
What a better person I am because of you,
and how much richer this world is with you in it!
xo,
me

Summer Solstice

The longest day of the year huh?
Better to live it out peacefully, make merry and pass it on.

When the fall rolls around and it gets colder, the day's seem to close in on the night sooner than later, people seem to get cranky and have a shorter fuse. Folks and bones get a bit more brittle and stiff.

I beleive I'll soak up the sun, let it bath me with radiant goodness and be glad that I am in the middle of a special time of year while I can.

It's Pink's birthday on the 22nd. How precious and wonderful for the world.

Fireflies ><

Steaking, bouncing, rolling along their way to the next place in the world, moving across our path, placed there as if by divine appointment. Getting on about their business to take into our hearts, so simple and inspiring, pulling at our heart strings with a quiet voice we either hear and consider with sensitivity or we don't.

We don't see fireflies in this neck of the woods, island, part of the world etc. Unless you count the guy, walking with the purpose and confidence of a young buck sure of himself; the doctor, pilot, banker, bronco buster. The youngish looking fellow traversed the busy intersection with an energetic stride. Rush hour traffic scurried to and fro as the firefly went about his way with the dignity of a nobel giant. His walking stick guiding his path, navigating him along the street and sidewalks.
Did I mention the guy was blind?

Another firefly that caught my eye, I'd like to note while still fresh on my mind; A youngish girl driving down the boulevard crying, weeping with what looked like seering pain on her face. It was a split second glance that made me wonder what made her cry?
Did she just receive bad news, an argument, grief stricken perhaps? maybe just raging hormones? Whatever prompted that pain, I could almost feel it myself. You know letting go of tears is letting go of toxic waste, isn't so bad except for the safety factor while driving, actually is a good place to have a good cry.

Another firefly I happen to come across today was also spotted in passing while driving on the road. She was an elderly women walking, bent, small and delicate in stature, humble and unassuming. She wore a scarf on her head, perhaps to hold her newly done hair together or to protect her from the sun? The modesty of elders is humbling and keeps my ego in check as a reminder of how to go about my daily walk in life. Keep it real, simple and unpretentious. I think I have a thing or two thousand to learn from fireflies. ><

Wild Hair ~

Do you ever feel like just running a muck? You know, throwing caution to the wind, getting the proverbial "wild hair," especially right smack dab in the middle of the work week to raise hell and do things that are totally off the wall, out of sight and out of the ordinary.

Those times are so rare, fleeting and far between. I suppose that is why they are so delicious and such a treat. Extraordinary moments create an alchemy that thrust us into the future with a brave, bold, brazen, beastly, beautiful heart and leaves the mundane in it's wake. Yet it is the mundane, the thick and heavy times of everyday stuff that also keeps us sane and on track.

I look out for & forward to those precious beads of time that bare witness to the child in us, the fun loving, uninhibited, narley, rock 'um, sock 'um kid in us who is just dying to cut loose and soak-in delight, wonder, excitment, that priceless place that fuels our engines and reignites our enthusiasm, energizing us so we can carry on & contribute to the world.

While not looking too hard as it can not be forced... I know somewhere down the road I'll run into that shiny "Radio Flyer" of a time sure to propell me into an experience of goodness, to savor and cultivate and remember for years to come.

Under the Influence Of The MOON ;O)

...and how very sweet it is! The night air settles from a day full of energy, action, life. Reflecting on a fun two days including music at the zoo with Sisters Morales, surrounded by well taken care of animals from a wide array of various species of exotic, tropical & wild animals, an even wilder parade, radio air time, dancing, eats-n-drinks a GoGo plus dancing. Prayer & communing with the Holy Spirit, a drive out to the country plus a Sunday night walk with loved ones and my precious dog, Sunny Marie, a Boxer, she's great! The weekend winds down as we slowly, almost reluctantly turn our attention to the week and what it holds, hoping and expecting goodness.

TWINS

It is a special thing to be a twin.
It is a razor sharp pain when your twin braves his own final frontier
I'm happy you are in that most Perfect, Powerful, place of Privledge & Peace
Will I ever forget you? Never.
Will I stop being your twin? Never.
Do I ache to have you around? No doubt.

I try to imagine that place where you are now and someday meet up again.
Will we be Twins again? Hope so.
I remember sitting on the wooden fense eating honeysuckle, talking about everything and nothing at all with ancient wisdom and childlike innocence.

The days were simple and sweet, sweaty and silly.
The life and times of Twins are special, & include many unspoken understandings.
Who will ever take your place? No one. I'll only have the one Twin and he is YOU.

Thinking of you is bittersweet yet satifying to know certain Twin things that can only be felt and brought to bear as life goes on for me.

Thinking of you Brother with Love.
me

Tears

Tears of Joy & Laughter, Anguish, Loss & Love

Tears of Anguish feels like drops of fire & fear.
To feel a loss with piercing pain, particular only to you, wraps itself around your aching, grieving heart while love nudges at your memory.
The sooner those tears fall, the better to be done with.

Tears of Joy makes my heart skip a beat and want to march along with yours as we are accompanied by pure delight !

Andrea Bocceli sings Amore, "Under the Desert Sky" as I am moved to the point of tears. My heart fills with a particular emotion,
unexplainable, that only tears know how to convey. Bocelli exudes such passion as soulful crescendo is aimed right at my heart and head.
How very rich!
The rhythm of the music & sound of his voice is so compelling as to capture a wonderful, marvelous moment meant for you to consume with gusto. Serendipity at it's finest, as spectacular as fireworks blazing with glorious noise, exploding with color and excitement.

The raw, real moments in life that stir your soul and keep you going and wondering what's next and how will we get through it?
To be as happy and healthy as we can be and pass it on.

What a Day

Man! Talk about one long and intense day. It's so interesting to work with teachers who want to be better teachers. The challenge is tremendous as the standards are raised all the way around. To obtain particular licensure, certification and higher levels as educators...quite the undertaking. The logistics are collossal and makes for a full day of addressing details, questions & concerns. Mucho writing required which I love.

The art of communcation can be exquisite, exciting and exilerating all at once. Expression & conveying information, the challenge for me is to say what I need to say as efficiently and effectively as possible, then move on to the next matter of importance.

Thank God I work with outstanding people who are highly driven to get things done in a timely manner and with diplomacy, tact, intellegence and a level of professionalism and respect that naturally warrants extreme cooperation. I do it gladly and feel privledged to be in such a distinctive position as to support educators in their pursuit of excellence.

It's satisying knowing you are even a small componant in the enhancment of the quality of life for educators as well as the students who are most assuredly on the receiving end of the equation. Can somebody say; "Amen"?