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September 12, 2009

Our Forfathers and Mothers would be Proud Today.

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To all the teabaggers marching on Washington today.

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March 18, 2009

Financial trouble

 

                                                

This post was in response to a post I read at

http://studio307.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-into-walls.html

My 24 year old got into financial trouble and moved back in with me. I know it has F#$# with his mind (ego) because it says to him ‘failure’. What it says to me is ‘I need a break in life’ and I am glad I was able to give it to him. He was moving in for a month but it turned into 7-so far.

My son and I are like oil and water. We don’t understand why, we just understand it to be so. We both accept it. He will talk and I will say something and he will say don’t interrupt. I will talk and he will say something and I will say don’t interrupt. We are 50% of the time out of sync with each other.  When it happens we try to stay away from each other, give each other space. When we are in sync it is great fun. We both understand our love for each other but we probably will never understand our friction.

So living together has helped us understand all this. We are both adults and can relate different than when he was younger. I really believe it has been good for our relationship.

Not to say some days we are not both sorry for our situation. But I think we always fall into the trap of self-pity for our situation, no matter what it is. We might finally meet and marry the love of our life and we self-pity about how we just want the house to ourselves for one day. Maybe we say, “We can’t wait till the kids finally all move out” and suddenly its Sunday morning and there’s no one to go to the beach with.

There are days we grind so much I want him to move out and he would love to move out. But like all anger, we understand how short lived it is. We recognize we are just sweating the small stuff and to get on with it. When we cool down we let go of it, if it doesn’t want to go away then we talk about it when we are calm.

We are opposites but yet we are human beings that love each other. We agree to disagree.  We understand we do not have to like everything about each other. It is a gift to just love even one small detail. We can choose to focus on all the details we cannot stand about each other or we can focus on the ones we love. The choice is ours.

 

In reference to Nights:  http://studio307.blogspot.com/2009/03/night.html,

Being laid off is what it is. What I mean by this is, no amount of worry will change the fact that you can’t pay a bill or eat more than beans and rice. But what you can change is what you do with all this newfound time.

You can worry or you can create what you never had time to create while you were so busyF@# the fact that you are downsizing-not by choice of course- and have some fun. Yes fun. It is ok (and very responsible) to have fun while people are calling you for money. You can’t give it to them anyway so why not laugh while you have time.

If you are an architect then I know you are creative.

So CREATE and have FUN!

Who knows where it will lead.

I also wanted to say ‘get outside and do some form of exercise’. It doesn’t just clear the brain; it heals the mind

family

February 23, 2009

Beach feet

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I’m at the Sivananda Ashram in the Bahamas walking along the beach in the afternoon. It is my reward for reading “Wordpress for Dummies” for over two hours. 

There’s a slight chill in the air so I wrap my sarong around my neck. The steady breeze is blowing my hair away from my face. I know when I turn around at the end of the walk the wind will whip the hair into my face so I enjoy the breeze for now.

The water is every shade of blue, like the colors of an abolone shell (even though they come from Mexico, Africa and New Zealand, not the Bahama’s). The breaking waves pulsate a foamy white.

Children’s laughter is in the air although I cannot see any children close by.

A multitude of foot prints cluster in the sand; I walk among them. I notice small footprints for a while then they disappear.

I imagine a father carrying their child for a ways then tiring so he lets them walk a ways till they cry to get back in his arms.

Suddenly I see the smallest of footprints. It looks the size of a new walker once they become steady in their steps.

I imagine the parent carrying them most the way until the child squirms so much the parent must let them go and they explore the warm sand squishing threw their toes.

My children are almost grown and I am envious of the excitement that rubs off from such young souls. I want to be with that energy for even one moment so I gently put my foot in their footprint and I close my eyes. I savor in this happiness and blissfully move on, my steps lighten up noticeably.

True joy can come even in the smallest of sizes.

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February 6, 2009

Cutting hair

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A short play by me

Mother cutting sons hair.

 ”You know your mothers crazy.” say’s mother

Mother using hair trimmer on son, concentrating on what she is doing.

“You talking about Granma?” son says, not moving.

“I mean your mother.” Mother repeats as she gets out the scissors to trim the rough edges.

“I know.” Son says after a timid pause,

Then mother calmly says, “I have to live a crazy life to survive my craziness. I can’t be living this normal life, it makes me crazy. Living in suburbia. Doing the same old things they do in suburbia like shop and go to the movies and eat out all the time.”

“That’s what your doing now,” son says while staring in the mirror to keep a watchful eye.

 ”I know, and it’s driving me crazy.

I need to live my crazy life so I feel normal,” As she calmly put the scissors down.