Today, 11/30/08

The sky weeps.

2% Waning Crescent

indeed......
A Universal funny but not.
How cold this Earth feels
when a loved one leaves.
It's like all the energy
gets sucked up to heaven -
momentarily.
And they're dancing on TV
and we have a vet appointment tomorrow
and Purple Heart is on the phone.
And all around me
life swirls on.
As I sit
in this vortex
of stillness
and coldness
and darkness.
And tomorrow
that last silvery sliver
will be gone.
The sky too
will be still
and cold
and dark
And a new moon will be born.

A Love Like That................

Thanks to TM for starting off my day with this! :)

Gulp Me

Senses.
Ha. I have to laugh at myself because as I type that word I have a hard time figuring out what color that word should be. What color are your senses?
I think my touch would be this color. I hope my touch is this color :)
This is the color of my sight.
Taste (rich).
DEF my hearing (loud!)
And THIS.....THIS is my sense of smell. Yummmmmmmmmmmmmm.
What color are your senses?

Valiant

val-iant adjective possessing or acting with bravery or boldness: courageous
marked by, exhibiting, or carried out with courage or determination: heroic

Woke up thinking about this word. Not sure why.
But I am sure it's something my Nannie is and something I want to be.

You Need to Know That(s)......

So I started this thing a couple of months ago.
It began with my good friend, Terri.
I think about her at least once a day.
But I hadn't told her that.....or at least not in a very long time.
I wondered if she knew I still think about her so often, even though we hadn't had any contact for quite some time. I also wondered if she ever thought about me. I wonder things like that alot.
So one day I started out writing an email to her and not quite knowing what to say (do you ever feel that way?)
Began by writing, "You Need to Know That....." in the subject line.
And finished the sentence.
In a variety of ways.
Over and over again.
Right now I am watching someone I love dearly suffer and wither away with cancer. (yes.....it's happening again)
This makes me realize how important it is to relay those "You Need to Know That(s)" sooner, rather than later.
Finish the sentence.
Who would you write to?
Who would you call?
If you are reading this, chances are you need to know that I love you.

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


~Maya Angelou~

Behold

I'm working really hard on something.
REALLY HARD.
Focusing.
Concentrating.
Squinty eyes and furried brow kinda working.
And I notice it sounds like it's hailing outside.
Yet....
Just 30 min. ago I was out there and it was a gorgeous sunny and 70 degrees (THANK YOU UNIVERSE FOR SMALL AND LARGE MIRACLES!).
Oh well.
No wait.
I hear it again.
It can't be raining. It's too bright in here for it to be raining.
Oh well.
Sssssshhhhhhhh.
Swwwwwwwwish.
Drop drop drop.
I can't stand it anymore.
Walk over to the window.
*huge smile*
Kneel down and rest my chin on the windowsill.
Close my eyes.
Breathe in that precious Autumn breeze.
Open eyes.
Behold the waltz of acorns and leaves.


Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Life is Tough All Over

Old cliche but oh so true. The kinda cliche that pretty much implies, "stop your whining" and often follows a Universal kick in the ass.
It's funny actually........I remember sometime last week this thought just zooming into my mind and then zooming right out......something's feeling a little too "comfortable" here. In other words, "Hey you! This is the Big Universe talking and I'm telling you to pay attention cuz I'm getting ready to shake this joint up!"
(*Sidebar-due to the timing of this it may appear that I am referring to politics but I am certainly not.....)
As much as I like to think I roll with the ebb and flow, I guess I am just as resistant to change as anyone else. The thought that comes to mind is that I have worked so hard to get things to be XYZ way and just when I feel like I'm almost there the Universal blender flys in for a visit. Damn, that makes me mad. Damn Damn Damn!
I guess this is where walking the walk comes in. Yep, I'm a big fat whiny baby and life is tough all over!

One VERY Proud Mama

Feeling REALLY proud right now ----- just took my daughter to vote for her very first time. Yep, another milestone. Felt really good walking in there with my mini-me. I joked with the attendant and said "You're seeing double!" And yanno - I don't even care who she voted for because regardless, I know she studied and she watched and she researched and she asked questions and she made the very best decision she could for HER FUTURE ON HER OWN using her intelligence and intuition. I like that. That rocks. Cammie rocks! (Well, I'm also kinda proud of me too *smiles*)

Drop Back and Punt

I woke up with this thought today..............
When it feels like everything is falling down around you, drop back and punt, inch by inch. A person who meant ALOT to me taught me that.......

I Honor............

John McCain and Barack Obama (in alpha order, of course).................

Namaha

"It's not about me"...........
My daily reading today was something about blessing people ----- that's not so hard most of the time, eh? How about blessing difficult people? The kind that get on your last nerve. Oh....THOSE people. As Iyanla says ---- "Those who seem to be totally unaware that what they do has an impact on on others. The people who have no qualms about demonstrating in word or deed that they do not want to be where they are, doing what they are doing. People who pout or mope while they are working (Tina says: or anything else for that matter). People who speak harshly, roll their eyes, suck their teeth or show up late without an explanation. Be willing to see difficult people in a new way. Don't be so quick to believe that their behavior has anything to do with you. Don't be impatient. Don't give them a hard time. Take the high road. Bless them!"
I don't know about anyone else but yeah, I guess I could and should admit that I often do think it's about me. Ha! The person who has bad manners or is disrespectful ---- that's about ME, right? Hmmmmm........add to my grateful list: the ability to rethink and make conscious choices. *Notes to self*

Grateful

shelter
health insurance
work
the right to vote
my animals
friends and family
sister tribe
autumn leaves
Cammie
Dukie walking by with a sock in his mouth