When the Muse Hits the Dust Part 2

21 May

It has been awhile since I have written anything, that happens and it happens to me alot.  I do not know have the disicpline to sit down and write everyday which someone who writes needs to do. An author I know says if writing is all you do than you have to just sit down and do it. Easier said that done Ms. successful new age romance writer!!  Right now I am in a severe writers block, cannot write journal entries, articles nor poems and I even found Facebook to be a chore.

What to do?  What do I  do?

And then I came up with the answer………….

I know………I will quilt!

So as the muse hit the fan, I have been sewing……….so all you out there and you know who you are………expect a mailman to come knocking on your door with a box sometime in the future.

Problem solved…that is for now……..until I get tired of hearing from my significant other….”will you get that damn crap off of the table.”

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A techno rant!

6 Mar

 

You know I am beginning to loathe technology.  What happened to a time when you actually used a phone plugged into the wall in your kitchen or bedroom and actually sat down and spoke to someone in the PRIVACY of your house and not in the grocery store, neither walking down the street nor eating at a restaurant?  When was the last time you actually sat down and wrote a letter-that is if you can still actually write cursive, made out a check or sent a card you bought at a card store or (be still my fluttering heart) made a card?  When was the last time you took sweet-smelling, sun drenched and bleached whites in from outside after they were dried?  When was the last time you took a minute out of your busy day and knocked on your neighbors’ door not only to say hello but actually see if they were alright?  When was the last time you did something special for someone with no thoughts of quid quo pro? When was the last time you paid it forward without putting it on eBay to make some money? And lastly, when was the last time you actually turned off your computer and said…..no more?  A day?  A week?

   What happened to the simple life? Dinners at night with loved ones? Walks after dinner and schmoozing as you walked? Visits to Grammies, Gramps, Aunties, Uncles, and Cousins on weekends?  Actually going to synagogue on Friday or Saturday mornings or church on Sunday and being with your spiritual family? Family Circles once a month where everyone got together? A sleepover after long days of playing in the summer?  Actually after responding to an RSVP, then you go to the event instead of stiffing the host?  Windows opened and fans going instead of the reconstituted air conditioning air on long hot summer evenings? Kids running and playing until the sun goes down and parents call? Celebrating holidays with family and friends with your house bursting with love, joy and happiness?

   It seems that our society has taken one step ahead and five backward. We need all to take a technology time out to realize there is more to life than I-pads, cells, computers, big screen television sets the size of movie screens and the like. We need to be able to look each other in the eye, laugh, shake hands and get out from behind our inability relate to one another through cyberspace OR we will increasingly become like the song Zager and Evans wrote in the late 1960’s:

In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find

In the year 3535
Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today

In the year 4545
You ain’t gonna need your teeth, won’t need your eyes
You won’t find a thing to chew
Nobody’s gonna look at you

In the year 5555
Your arms hangin’ limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin’ to do
Some machine’s doin’ that for you

In the year 6565
You won’t need no husband, won’t need no wife
You’ll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long glass tube

In the year 7510
If God’s a-coming, He oughta make it by then
Maybe He’ll look around Himself and say
“Guess it’s time for the judgement day”

In the year 8510
God is gonna shake His mighty head
He’ll either say “I’m pleased where man has been”
Or tear it down, and start again

In the year 9595
I’m kinda wonderin’ if man is gonna be alive
He’s taken everything this old earth can give
And he ain’t put back nothing

Now it’s been ten thousand years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what, he never knew
Now man’s reign is through

But through eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away

 

In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find

In the year 3535
Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today

In the year 4545
You ain’t gonna need your teeth, won’t need your eyes
You won’t find a thing to chew
Nobody’s gonna look at you

In the year 5555
Your arms hangin’ limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin’ to do
Some machine’s doin’ that for you

In the year 6565
You won’t need no husband, won’t need no wife
You’ll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long glass tube

In the year 7510
If God’s a-coming, He oughta make it by then
Maybe He’ll look around Himself and say
“Guess it’s time for the judgement day”

In the year 8510
God is gonna shake His mighty head
He’ll either say “I’m pleased where man has been”
Or tear it down, and start again

In the year 9595
I’m kinda wonderin’ if man is gonna be alive
He’s taken everything this old earth can give
And he ain’t put back nothing

Now it’s been ten thousand years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what, he never knew
Now man’s reign is through

But through eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away

The end of a story…..

29 Feb

Recently I had a DUH moment, I was up at 4AM sitting in my pajama’s eating my breakfast and watching an episode of Being Human on BBC America. One of the main protagonists is dying and you see his spirit leave his body. When his spirit leaves you see him turn to his friend who is crying over his body and say “don’t cry for me this is the end of my story.”  This is when I knew that I got it wrong and everyone has a story to tell through their actions, choices and the life they choose to lead.  Could it be as simple as that, when you finish your story and it is complete, your jobs done then you go? Yes, some of us go way too soon but what is before your time? Is it at two days?  67?  59? 65? 64? I do believe that when your life is unfolded and you have done the work you have set out to do then you return. Fair it probably isn’t but I am thinking that is how it works.  After much pondering, the moral of this epic we call life is to be the best you can be in this loaned shell we call a body…..don’t forget to live and make a life, love the people who mean something to you, give back, be kind to others and enjoy this earth’s bounties and laugh, just laugh.

Remediation

22 Feb

In the dictionary remediation means: process of improving a situation or correcting a problem

Well how I see it life gives you options. One option is to give in to your problem have a negative outlook and just hate life, everything in it including even yourself.  The other option is to make your life the blessing it could be. It is choices in this life that make your life truly a blessing!

My niece recently put on Facebook how she was spared the ravages of a stroke in her brainstem and could not understand why she was spared. My brother, her father, had strokes in the same place that left him with not the advantages that beheld her.  He had the classic guise of a stroke victim…the limp, sometimes cane use, different speech and a more steady equilibrium of his emotions. The difference between him and her is that he choose to quietly deal with his situation while my niece  is a vocal activist of sorts. She blazes and burns brightly how lucky she is and uses today’s media of songs, phrases and the like to get her point across about life. Her body exemplifies her life’s journey through the art media of tattoos; a tattoo for Dad, a tattoo for her son, a tattoo for stroke victims and on and on and on.  Unorthodox way to show remediation but for her the body art she so proudly displays is a sign for all to see that she is here, alive and happy to make her life a blessing through the beauty of not canvas art but of body art.  Some people have charm bracelets to signify the important aspects of their life. She uses her body as life affirming art………remediation for her and everyone else who cares to take a look. 

 

The Sixth

3 Feb

 I just turned sixty.

In the weeks that have passed since my birthday or entrance day as a friend wrote me, I have had a lot of time to think and what I have been pondering about is the skills regarding our relationships.  I often hear life isn’t fair but that certainly is not the truth. We all come here on an even playing field. True that some are born into more advantageous surroundings but that does not mean you have the upper hand in life. It is how you construct relationships either familial, social or professional that constitutes who you are. Some have great familial relationships, some have crappy familial but great social and professional, and a blessed few have it all.  For me, it seems that another element of being a social being is how you feel about yourself and your confidence in dealing with others and your world around you.  If you feel good about yourself anything can be accomplished with hard work and perseverance. I believe that the hardest relationships to keep are of the family. Social and professional interactions ebb and flow over the course of ones life but the familial unit stays almost the same.  Births, deaths, anniversaries, etc are the mainstay and so are the arguments and fights, jealousies and whatnot.  It takes that four letter words WORK to upkeep these relationships. In today’s world I wonder how many people really want to employ the mental strength it takes to repair these broken associations. I am always amazed how many of us have irretrievably broken with someone who at one time was close. In the sixth, wisdom does certainly come with this age but the strength and fortitude to fix past broken connections is daunting, to say the least.

A Time Reflection

19 Jan

Exactly a month has elapsed since my sister Risa passed away in her sleep and this has been a time for thought. A month…..thirty days……1/12 of a year.  Our family was going on with their regular business on December 18 never thinking that in just twenty four hours our lives would be altered in such a way that would be incredibly infathomable.  Even now as I write this and reflect on that morning of the 19th of December, it still to me is like a dream.  I got up, went on my computer, made coffee and then sat down to watch the stock market pre opening news…..then that devasting call on my cell by my nephew.  You see this was not to supposed to happen…..we had plans….. immediate plans…New Years together and then marching into January my birthday and phone talks every day and future plans of  trips, celebrations and getting old together….the four of us.  The  new reality however now is something quite different……now it is a time reflection…a time to think about Risa and how she was a blessing walking around in everyday life.

The Last………….

25 Dec

My sons dont understand……….they dont know of the heartache of being the LAST sibling.  At one time I belonged to a family of five for a short time, then it turned to four, three, two and now I am the last woman standing.  You see my sister suddently died in her sleep on Monday, December 19…..my grief knows no bounds.  She was a special woman…..a teacher……compassionate to the max, loving to everyone…….always the smile on her face and never bad words were uttered ….a uniter…..a doer and goer…..and a mensch.  She was not only my sister but my best friend and I will miss her all the rest of the days of my life. 

So now I am alone sort of……still have my husband , my sons and  their wives; nephews and nieces and all the rest of the mispacha but I dont anymore have any direct link from my parents.  I guess that is the way of things though……….everyone at sometime gets to be the last.