Sunday, February 21, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
I haven't convinced myself to bundle up and take the camera
so, for now - I just hope it's equally beautiful at your home
My friends are my estate.
Search others for their virtues, thyself for thy vices.
love & love,
Sunday, February 14, 2010
BUT - if you've only met me - maybe in the last year-ish, well, you haven't been to a "georgy-concert" so, you haven't heard why I run after you, or double back, or just whenever I see you I dance a little and tell you - right out loud, "I LOVE YOU."
I guess it's a long story, so if you have the time, if you want to know -
It's pretty common knowledge I wasn't wanted. Gotta tell you it makes a lot of stuff easier to handle, you know - when people are a little mean - 'cause I'm used to it.
When i was in high school, I was in Las Vegas. Most of my chums were artists (mainly performing arts) and almost everyone was from a busted up home. We had no sense of "actual" family - we made ourselves family for one another. . . . and, we were tight. I'd skipped a couple of grades, and that made my classmates "big kids." Kinda odd to always be the youngest - but, it worked okay - I worked hard at my craft and it was easy to find a great (talented) partner.
Maybe that sounds odd. I don't know what your school was like. Now I'm in Saint Louis, where the first question someone will ask is "What High School did you attend." Really, if you're not from here, that doesn't resonate. Anyway, the school I attended was experimental. It had good things and bad things - the best part was, you attended classes according to your ability. That's how I got the most talented acting partner - ever.
So, my major was theater arts (no surprise, right?) In our system, we could compete. For some kids it was just fun. For me it was necessary, if i wanted to go on to a good university - because I'd need to pay my own way, somehow. My somehow was Tom Morgan. He seemed like a "Grown-Up" - all his chums were older, so was he - but, when we did scenes together - it was total magic. Our coach helped us find material that would pull our "strong points" out. Now, there's the strange thing. I was abused, and, if you could find the right material, i could pull from the world i knew and blow your socks off. I don't know too much about Tom's broken bits. I guess our coach did because together, well, together we were unstoppable.
My problem was, he noticed i was a girl - I still thought i was "one of the guys" - so, I wouldn't hang out with him, because he'd want to get "mushy" - you know, tell me about his feelings . . . .
I know i told you - we were all from broken homes, right?
One day Tom came to school and found me in the lunch room. He wanted to drink some of my beverage . . . and eat part of my sandwich . . . . and return all the books & music he'd borrowed. I thought he was nuts.
That night, our coach called to tell me Tom had gone out into the desert and shot himself in the head. The next day i got his letter in the mail, saying good-bye.
It was bad . . . . real bad.
Many years later, God gave me an assignment. (You can do this, too - if you want, God always means the good stuff for everybody.) I was asked to silently think "I LOVE YOU" to every person i saw. That's it - I wasn't to say anything out loud, or be odd, or embarrassing, just look at them and think "I LOVE YOU." God said I would be doing a holy favor.
I don't know how many years i did that - but, one day it started to bubble out in its own, very alive way. I don't think about it - I still don't think about it . . Just sometimes . . well, you've seen it -
You are so important to God - none of us will ever really know - but we can try - by showing it to one another . . . . .
So - I KNOW - sometimes it's uncomfortable - I just can't help myself, when its TRUE - its TRUE . . BUT - on Valentines, it doesn't seem to bother people quite as much . . .
I LOVE YOU.
Thank YOU for being my friend, my chum, for your smile, for opening the door, for singing with me, for sharing your stories, for asking me to sit with you, for the call, the card, the question . . . .
for everything, thank you . . . i love you.
happy valentine's day
Saturday, February 13, 2010
A psalm of David. When he was in the Desert of Judah.1 O God, you are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you,
my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land
where there is no water.
2 I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.
3 Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.
4 I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.
5 My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.
6 On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
7 Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
8 My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.
9 They who seek my life will be destroyed;
they will go down to the depths of the earth.
10 They will be given over to the sword
and become food for jackals.
11 But the king will rejoice in God;
all who swear by God's name will praise him,
while the mouths of liars will be silenced.
Sunday, February 07, 2010
Friday, February 05, 2010
Thursday, February 04, 2010
(a) how he treats people who can't do him any good, and
(b) how he treats people who can't fight back.
-- Abigail van Buren
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
-- , " ," 1992
Monday, February 01, 2010
But, that's okay -
I can stay right here and study
I'm listening to a talk
Keith Moore just said:
"Truth Doesn't Expire, Truth Doesn't 'Go Bad'
It Lasts Forever & Ever
Truth Will Be Just As Powerful
A Thousand Years From Now . . . "
He went on to thank people for knowing they aren't listening to be "wowed."
me, i need a Life -
Not a "Wow-eee"
But a Life . .
So, while I listen - I plan to "grab hold" of a bit more of that
And begin to Live It.
I know, i know, sounds . . either large, or dweeby,
I won't think about that until mid-day
I want to become the "possible me."
Look forward to hearing from you.
Thank you for being my friends,
going back to listening . .then study
see ya soon,
bears richer fruits than strict justice.
-- , speech in Washington D.C., 1865
Genuine beginnings begin within us,
even when they are brought to our attention
by external opportunities.
-- William Bridges
Working towards a fresh beginning
wish me luck
(if you believe in luck)
wish i stop coughing
(if you believe in coughing)