Tuesday, July 22, 2008

A Good Woman

A good woman is proud of herself.
She respects herself and others.
She is aware of who she is.
She neither seeks definition from the person she is with, nor does she expect them to read her mind.
She is quite capable of articulating her needs.
A good woman is hopeful.
She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true.
She knows love, therefore she gives love.
She recognizes that her love has great value and must be reciprocated.
If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears.
A good woman has a dash of inspiration, a dabble of endurance.
She knows that she will, at times, have to inspire others to reach the potential God gave them.
A good woman knows her past, understands her present and moves toward the future.
A good woman knows God.
She knows that with God the world is her playground, but without God she will just be played.
A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past. Instead, she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons, meant to bring her closer to self knowledge and unconditional self love.
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From a friend

To X or not to X?

I admire someone who says good things about their ex after the breakup, not to overdo it so it becomes reverse, like, "Oh, yeah, then why did you break up?", but if someone insists upon prying, just a few kind comments with a smile will do. Some insist about the details, I don't know why, just like some say rude things to a couple who have been married for quite awhile like "When are you going to have a baby?"
There appears to be is a fascination about celebrities because we identify with their on-screen portrayals and want to know if that is what they are really like in private life. For some reason, screen stars are role models so whatever they do, like take a stand on various social issues, their views become topics for conversation among the coffee clatchers. Like if Michael Jackson wasn't in the public eye, who would have cared if held his child over a balcony or whatever else he is accused of doing, not to mention the various entertainers making speeches about this politician or that one.
If Joe Smith said something like a few I could name, it would not be noticed, but let some screen star say they are going to leave the country if that one or this one is elected and it becomes front page news. I could name a famous singer who I don't listen to anymore because of her bla bla attitude about power politicians and she can't even spell right on the internet. One of my bosses said one of the reasons he hired me is because I didn't "bad-mouth" my former exployer, even though I had plenty of reasons, so that is my soap box for today.

Friday, July 18, 2008

The Fifth Season

If I could invent a season that was better than the rest,

I would include the Christmas of winter,


The lillies of spring,

And the picnics of summer.I would include fireplaces,

Beautiful birds,

Perhaps whipporwills,

Meadowlarks,

And whopping cranes.


The fifth season is the chance to say something we wish we had said.

Or not to say something when we ought not.

It is forgiveness.

It is being on your way to the dentist when your tooth stops hurting.

It is discovering and old friend's address just before Christmas.

It is being remembered on your birthday by a special friend.

It is looking up at the hills near the sea and seeing ships sailing above the treetops.

It is receiving a dozen lavender roses for no reason at all.

The fifth season is standing at the earth's edge looking up in wonderment

As the heavens gracefully acknowledge the order of the universe

And the seagulls circle

In the shape of tomorrow.


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The Stranger on the Train

I looked for an answer, when I quit crying,
About why you left me, and instead of dying,
I met a stranger on the way to Alaska,
Where I was going
Since I had not been there before.
I'm feeling sad, I said, I've been betrayed.
First time it happened?, he inquired
No, I replied.
Then I stayed by his side for miles
Thinking of when I'd been blue before,
And I'd gotten over it
.When I arrived in Alaska, I remembered his words,
The stranger who detrained in Seattle.
I turned around and thought, instead of crying,
That no matter how sad I'd been yesterday,
I'd been given a gift along the way.
I thought I would find my answer in Alaska
And I found it along the way.
I returned home thinking,
Instead of crying,
I'm really over you.
Thanks to the stranger on the train.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Dust House

Ashes to ashes,
Dust, too.
Scrape off some paint
And rust,too.
Sprinkle some sawdust,
Mix with glue.
A little more fluff,
Some light stuff.
Add some water,
A thimblefull will do.
Wipe off your hands,
Throw in the towel,
Add cement,
Stir well.
Let dry for about three minutes.
Start another with the same procedure.
When you have a dozen dust stones,
Start building the wall of your dust house.
Before you know it,
You will build many dust stones
Out of carefully selected bones,
Discarded ice cream cones,
Various jewelry,
And dehydrated marshmallows.
Attach dust stones to each other
With flour paste
Or whatever might become glue.
With enough of these dust stones.
You can build quite a fancy place.
You can even build a secret hiding place.
Welcome to my house of dust
In a blue sheltered lagoon.
Tomorrow's great,
Be there at seven.
Bye, now, see you soon.

Where Do I Work?

I was raised on a farm, woke up at dawn.
There was no alarm, those days are long gone.

I then moved to town, afraid of the traffic.
People all around,theaters were fantastic.

I worked for a designer who created great clothes.
None were there finer, though I couldn't afford those.

So I sewed my own, like my mother taught me,
A blue satin gown, pretty as could be.

I placed it on the rac; there was nowhere to go
Someone brought it back, the label didn't show.

I travelled on trains, on buses, too,
Through snow and rain, deciding what to do.

Attended school here, worked sometimes frantic,
Often studied there, music was fantastic.

I think it is great to work where I like
And sometimes create or ride on my bike.

Where do I work? What do you see?
Every day is new, I like to just be.

The Role of Women in Society

I think the times when the women stayed at home to look after the family were happier times in history, but with the occurrence of wars requiring the absence of men from the homes, women began to work outside in factories and the home life was sometimes not as secure as when the father was sharing the household.
Then, with the return of the men from the armed services, women, having achieved an element of independence, were unwilling to return to the role of housekeeper when they could work and pay someone else to do the work and still enjoy their independence. The men were changed from their former youthful optimism and discovered other cultures which they wanted to pursue and when women worked side by side with the men in the military, there was an equality of ability. Although unmatched in strength, the women sometimes surpassed the men in intellect, stamina, and moral strength becoming competitors in the fields formerly exclusive to men, such as in the fields of medicine and law enforcement.
So, now there are increasing numbers of women in the offices of government and business and it appears the more accomplished women become, the more some men yearn for "the good old days", when men were the heads of the household and women obeyed the wishes of their husband or the oldest male sibling. Women are now sometimes considered one of the "guys", and although this could be a flattering term, I think most women enjoy their place of looking toward men for strength, validation, and partners in a peaceful order of existence.