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An old work colleague, Kim, posed the challenge to reflect on the passing year by focusing on a refelction suggestion each day for the next 12 days.  I'm excited to engage.  Here is the first of the 12:   If you can give a name to 2011 what would it be and what would you name 2012? I'm tempted to give 2011 a really funky name since it was the 3rd year in a row my employer did not give out raises

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You may have seen this video already (if not, please watch until it ends), but it is a nice reminder that hope and belief in positive outcomes are not frivolous, empty or outdated ways of being; they are simply a choice. In life, we move between hope and despair, positive and negative experiences coloring our view. The trick is to remember not to let the experience cloud our heart or our faith.

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Baby girl is managing editor of the national award winning paper at her school. I just can't contain my joy! If you are out there trying to be a good single parent, keep trying, it pays off in the end...You make your daily sacrifices, choices in the best interest of the one you Love. People criticize, shake their heads, tell you to do it differently. You skirt the edges of paycheck to paycheck

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I think I have been away from this blog for so long that anyone who knows me has given up on it. I like that idea because it leaves me free to say anything here. I have been wanting a space where I could be wholly myself - good, bad, indifferent, outrageous, stupid, fearful, tired, smart, wholesome, hard and strong or weak and shaking. I've needed a space where I could express the truth

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I hold for you tenderness; a warm amethyst crystal in my left palm, glowing with power, promising balance and peace. How can I write what you have been to me? Little of what I wanted and yet everything all at once. How could I measure the weight of your mouth on my belly, speaking to the unborn beauty I carried there? I find it impossible to regret what Life brought me just because I was angered

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I watched a coworker bury her 28 yr.old son today and I thought, 'this is too much'. I was rejected by a lonely, awkward and interesting man this week after asking him out on a date and I knew it was too much.I am not sure why I keep putting one foot in front of the other each day but, I do, and it feels like too much.Somewhere along the way I got it all confused and now I am overwhelmed or

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Don't quite know why but I feel lost. A recent dose of rejection has knocked me off my stride but I want to get up and move on. My 14 years of self-imposed nun-like behavior have taken their toll.In my head I know that Life is good and getting better. But, somewhere in there I am afraid. It's that fear I want to release. I want to be the woman I know in my heart and soul I truly am. I want

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I am feeling a little spicy today! Like a salsa in the wee hours to Tito Puente. I have no idea why, but a good feeling is it's own good reason!

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Life is good! Hectic and a bit crazed and everything is fine. I think my vacation may have hit a reset button inside of me. Whatever, I feel calm and capable. There is something about this time that makes me feel like it's mine.On January 4th, I wrote of my desire to change my mind. To shed my old patterns of thought and take on new ones to acknowledge that change happens from the inside out

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and taking it on the road.I'm headed to my favorite city - NY, NY! Work is the primary agenda but I should get to see a few friends while I'm there. I am so looking forward to it. This past week was a bear - a huge grizzly, believe me.Between my bosses snapping and my co-workers dodging responsibility I was kept on my toes longer than a prima ballerina (and that visual ain't pretty!). But, I

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I want to writeyouaLove letter.Just a wordfrom my heart to sayhow warmand safeand easyLife iswhen I am in your arms.Some message that could conveymy heart's fullness,my mind's stillnessand the depth of my laughwhen you are in the room.I wish words would risepowerful,like the blood red sunrisethat graces your balcony,and fill this pagewith rhythm and meaningenough.But thesesimple common wordsare

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I have been away for a while, off on what I hoped would be a magical vacation bringing me to my favorite guy.I always wonder, before I see him, if the spell will be broken. If the Life we live in-between our visits will somehow cancel out the power of what connects us. But, this time was sweet and pleasure-filled and easy. It was quite a gift of Love and I am grateful to have received it.All

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It's a little weird being the mom of a teenager when most grandmothers are my age, comfortably. I feel as if I missed a step. When everyone else was going through their mid-life crises I was raising a toddler/young child. Now, it's too late to have one.I seem to have fast forwarded straight to grappling with mortality. Not that anything is wrong with me physically, I just feel (and much to my

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It occurred to me, this afternoon while putting groceries in the car, that I am not as happy as I would like to be. Now, if someone were to ask me if I am happy, I would likely respond "yes, relatively so". I certainly don't think of myself as unhappy.But, as I was loading the car and my daughter was standing next to the cart staring off into space, I suddenly became annoyed, said something

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I saw this posted on the fb page of the teenage daughter of one of my friends. It peeked my interest so I thought I would play it here. Play and pass it on, if you like!Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. You cannot use the name of the artist I select. Do not repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My Life According to (BAND NAME)"As

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Well, it's been awhile and aside from working like a slave (hard and without remuneration beyond basic needs) I haven't had time to do much. Most days when I was dragging myself home, I could get myself pepped-up and pumped by some of my new music.Here is where the womanchild enters the scene - most of the songs/artists were her suggestions!Now that may seem reasonable but we have very different

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It's late and I should be asleep but this piece was rattling around in my head. Doubtless, I'll pay for my folly tomorrow but for tonight...My mother taught me to be long sufferingMy father taught me whyI'd like to break the hold of the pastSomeday, before I die.To each, this Life is givenIts grandeur ours to makeThe choice is mine to live it fullyor suffer as a fake.It's up to me to find the

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Not too far from my home a new arts center has been built. It's a wonderful and elegant structure, though not wasteful in size or amenities. I guess I would describe it as two big steps up from a community theater auditorium but a full ladder away from the Alliance Theater. No matter, its location is excellent, bringing the arts to this growing and primarily black community. It means no more

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I've neglected my space for a bit and I apologize. The work-a-day world has gotten me by the short hairs but, it's all good. I'm grant writing and, if all goes well, will bring in big $ for my org. I'll be back at the end of the month.Later Gators...Image by Jason Reicherhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/amybouse/3645819024/

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It's Friday, after a long, long week and I am watching Taken. I've wanted to see this movie for awhile now because I have a severe crush on Liam Neeson. Severe. Now, if you don't know me, you may not know that I enjoy action flicks. I like the shoot 'em up, tough guy with sensitivity. Yes, thanks to my Dad, I am a sucker for a good guy with a heart of gold, who has just a touch of bad in him

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Before my house was built, before the land was cleared, my friend Ted and I walked through the trees. I whispered my thanks to them. I was so thankful for that little piece of land and everything that grew upon it. I thanked the trees for their strength and towering beauty and for the sacrifice they would make so my family and I would have a place of laughter and Love and shelter.In the midst

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I believe in the power of love.I believe in synchronicity.I believe in the power of energy.Everything can change - in an instant.If only we allow.My friend Marijo shared this with us on her blog. The words struck me as so powerfully true and I thought I would post them here. A reminder of the mystery of this energy called Life, of our interdependence and our freedom. Thanks, Marijo, you rock!!

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My friend, Marijo, just gave me a friend award! Thanks, Marijo. I have fewer readers since leaving Spaces but, those who do come 'round and share a thought or two are like honey on my tongue. Check out Marijo's blog and share her year of inner adventure.It's teenager time! The womanchild turned 15 this week and had her last day of school as a freshman. She survived freshman year intact, no

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I'm feeling groovy today.Groovy,like the 59th Street Bridge song,Sammy Davis, Jr.or Wes Montgomery when he wasBumpin' on SunsetI am in a good groove.Like I'minside my first new car;(ROAD TRIP! )sunroof openstars overheadnight air blowing through95 miles an hourand no flashing blue lightsconcerned with my recklessness...Groovy,Groovy,Groovy baby.Every now and againsome stray melancholy

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All told, Mother's Day was a good one. The 3 generations of women in my household were generally kind and loving towards one another, had a very good dinner together at one of our favorite restaurants, exchanged cards and gave thanks for another year of togetherness.As I sat across from my daughter and my mother this evening, I couldn't help but think how we've changed and grown. My mother, older

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The first time I visited Chicago was in September of last year. I fell in Love with it. It was a perfect time of year to be introduced and, though I wasn't there long, it had the right feel and rhythm.I am happy to report that I will visit again twice in the next few months!!! Yea!I thought that working on this stimulus grant would be a chore but, as it turns out, there will be perks and rewards.

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Ever do something and know, deep in your bones, that what you have done was the absolute best thing? It doesn't happen often, at least not for me, but this month it has happened twice. The first perfect thing I have done was to sign up for acting classes. I LOVE it!!!! It's two hours of adult make believe and play and serious craft all mixed into one. I have no idea how good I am and whatever the

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There are no straight lines.Irregardless of the mathematician's linear regressionsor the philosopher's proofs,life bends upon itselfand the terrain rises before our eyes againand again andagain.Familiar, though different, each time synchronistically,we know one another;by scent,the opulent curve of a lip,the flashpoint behind the eyesand in rare timesone soul to your soul.Though recognition is no

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And in true Atlanta fashion. Everything is green and, thanks to the pollen, yellow. A car left outside for more than an hour will be covered in the stuff. Most folk can't believe how outrageous the allergens are here. So, here's a statistic for you: Today's pollen count is 1,074 and, according to allergy specialists, a high count is anything over 121. Quite a few of my northeastern friends

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I am in need of a vacation.Needing a chance to unwind,to breathe different air,to forget the day-2-day stresses;the drivers that slip precariously in front of me,the co-workers who play politics like children playing dress uporthe simple need to be in two places at oncewith little possibility of relief.A vacation is what I need...Blue, blue waters reflecting a perfect skylots of warmth and lazy

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Walk a tightrope:hotornot;play it close or simply let go;naked,desire brimming wet,waiting,wanting,needingmore than you have.

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Years ago, a friend of mine who once knew herself as an astrologer, told me that with my Sun conjunct Saturn, Life, for me, was all about the work of living. There are more details, like the Sag and Scorpio influences of these planets, but that would take a lot of words to describe. Suffice it to say, I am attracted to the work that I do in this Life. Not just my 9 - 5 career of sorts, but the

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I've been thinking about what to tell my daughter that will give her the truth (or at least as much of it as I know) about all sorts of things. Work, Love, anger, opportunity, family and Life. There is so much to say that rarely gets said on the morning ride to school or Thursdays after soccer. I want to tell her about Love in a way that is neither jaded nor rooted in fairytales. I've been

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I have completely and without reservation fallen for Dave Mathews and his amazing band. Yes, I said it, I have a school girl crush and I'm proud of it.If you know Dave, you know he has been around for a very long time. I, however, have lived under a rock for the past 14 years and somehow missed his excellent music until this past fall. And, it was only by accident that I found him. Having dropped

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I know that Valentine's Day is just a made up holiday and some folks will get all twisted up in knots about what they do or don't have today. But, I think setting aside a day to celebrate romance and passion is a sweet thing. Here is my tribute to the day and to the men who live in my heart, forever my Valentines.A storm swept throughand blew out my electricitySo, I set the lamb on the grilland

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I've been thinking of getting a dog. A nice mid-size, fun-loving, energetic, minimal shedding dog. I'm not sure I'm ready to make the commitment; the whole walking in cold weather, house smell and not leaving him/her for long periods of time. But, the companionship would be nice. I had a dog growing up and even though he was offically my brother's dog, I Loved him alot.Who can resist that

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I'm not much of a sports fan. I was introduced to cricket a couple of years ago by my favorite lover and the womanchild loves soccer, aka football (making me a huge fan - when she's playing). But, although I enjoy watching when I have someone to discuss a game with, for me it is really about the social element more than the game itself.Growing up, my family was immersed in tv and stadium sports

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I Love that Dave Mathews song, don't you? But, the song itself is not today's writing topic, the title was simply illustrative of the dilema.The question I have requires serious pondering on my part. It was raised by an old and very close friend who has declared that he is moving to Africa. He has always wanted to go and work there and now, at 50, pension and financial stability be damned,

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Many will write about how far this country has come as we celebrate the Life of one of the country's greatest leaders while simultaneously preparing to swear in our 1st black president. So, I will leave the theorizing to them.I just want to acknowledge the power inherent in this week. Power for a seemingly powerless people; power that proves that no one of us is ever truly powerless.I still

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Actions do speak louder than words and there have been times in my Life when I have had to learn that lesson (mostly where the combination of men and Love were concerned). But, I have come to understand that each has its own power.Take our incoming and outgoing Presidents, for example. George W. could, through the power of his spoken words and presence convey the image of an everyday man.

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Sunday morning coffee has to be one of the best of Life's gifts. I once would have coupled that with the NY Times and later a walk through Central Park but, having recently experienced 14 degrees, snow, ice, and winds of 18 mi. an hour on a Sunday in NYC, I'll just stick with the coffee.I'm thinking of all of the little things I have that make my Life better this morning because the troubles of

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If you've been here recently you know that I've been interviewing and working my brown butt off for a sweet promotion. It didn't happen. My boss made no mention of it after our return from Winter Break, which was a big tip off. He finally let loose the disappointing news today. And I, though having forsworn my thinking habits of 2008 and earlier, fell right back into a sense of inadequacy.

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First, Happy New Year. May 2009 be your best year ever.Now, for a little of what I've been thinking...I decided not to make a list of my desires this year. I have desires, of course, but this year it seemed that making a 2009 list of resolutions and wants was just more of the same. You see, some things on my "would be - should be" list have been there for a long time and, while I am

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No matter what holiday you celebrate during this time of year, I hope you are filled with joy, peace and deep, beyond-description Love. May the possibility of a well-lived Life spur you to take the action(s) to make it happen in this coming year. And, if you are living your possibility remember, no matter how bumpy the road there is much to be in awe of all along the path.Much, much Love to each

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A dear friend and fellow blogger reminded me that with a simple Google search on my name, my blog would magically appear. No problem, except that in a world of ever increasing scrutiny any little thing can sway public, corporate or organizational opinion of you.So, I'm going on record as saying I have always Loved my job; always found my current organization a positive place within which to grow

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Well, age catches up to us all. I suspected it was true, but Hollywood is so good at faking the funk I wasn't sure anymore. Until Monday night, that is.My neighbor called as I was hurtling along the highway, attempting to make if home to my couch (otherwise known as the repository for my big brown behind) and the TV. The womanchild was in the passenger's seat whining about what we were going

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for me and mine. I have never been prouder, felt stronger or readier for the task at hand. I realize we are at the beginning - nowhere close to being near an end. This is where the work starts, this is where the challenge truly begins, this is the time we get get to choose. We can choose to create a world where we listen to one another, honor one another, care for one another. we have the

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Some may have noticed the little black box to the right. It has become my preferred surfing vehicle. It has everything I need in a ride - it's shiny, attractive, asks me to ponder Life a bit and takes me to new and interesting places. What a pleasure! Everyone should have one. You're welcome to take a ride anytime. If you arrived here using your own Black Box, please say hello and come back

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Elephants and asses sitting up on a hill,Want to make me swallowa bitter and costly pillThey stammer and they stutterThen frustrated, they shout'You fool, if you don't the world will crumble'But, I try to spit it out.They played their hand, ran the tableand now they're out of trumps.Why should I pay for their folly? For their riches now defunct?I'm a single middle class working mother And

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I am more disgusted with government than I have ever been and that is saying a lot. I have listened to the Sec'y of the Treasury, Henry Paulson, Jr. explain why we need to bail out the financial industry, and I support that strategy, with conditions. But, I have also heard him say that there will be no constraints on earnings for CEOs. They will be free to evidence poor performance and

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This weekend was very interesting. I must remember to ask my friend Audrey if Mercury is/was retrograde.Friday night I was the person designated to get my neighbor, Julie, to her surprise birthday party. It was quite a struggle because I had 3 things to do, all around the same time. My daughter had to get to her first high school football game by 6:00 pm. My Mom had to go to the doctor by 5:

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The interviews, back-to-back, each for a Director position, happened on Tuesday. The first was for the job I am least interested in and I figured that was good. This way I could practice my calm and composed responses (I'm grateful to the meditative practices that I was introduced to at a young age) on the first panel grilling me. Hopefully, I'd do well enough so that I would gain momentum

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We had a wonderful time this weekend!The house was in good shape for the arrival of our guests; the painting was completed and a few repairs done. I stormed through the rooms cleaning (which if you know me, you know I try to avoid at all cost); vacuuming, dusting, organizing, washing and scrubbing. Katie, Tom and Paul made themselves right at home, which is the best way for guests to get along,

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Is there someone in (or out) of your Life that makes you flutter inside when you think of them? Someone who, no matter how much time has passed, causes your skin to flush and your mind to race? Some DNA-coded human whose incredible and unique biology turns you basic and animal? Maybe that man or woman became your Life partner (aren't you a lucky one!) or maybe one of you walked away...I have

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School starts on Monday; which means high school, for my home. Typical to the adolescent persona, the womanchild is fairly nonchalant about the whole thing. She admits to hoping that she will find her new school interesting and engaging and, at the same time, she believes she will be disappointed. How sad is that? Because, though I know she will make the most of it, I think she is right.

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They say that He is the Loving God Even though He strikes and smites And if you have doubts you’re a sinner Who’ll lose eternal Life But I really don't like bullies, Despots, tyrants or shrews Who tell me there’s a toll to pay For what I can and cannot do I think folks have it all wrong Love doesn’t operate from fear It fills your heart with wonder And demonstrates its care

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The woman-child is having a blast in NYC! She's been to Broadway where she saw Whoopie Goldberg in Xanadu; to Long Island where she was a camp counselor for a day; to her Godfather's job where she was offered a summer internship while in college; to upstate NY for a day in the country with old and dear friends and tonight, after a trip uptown to Harlem, she will see "Hair" in Central Park! What

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Well, I'm in beautiful Chicago and I think I'm in Love. Years ago, the woman who hired me for my first position in banking, told me that Chicago was a lot like New York City. In fact, she said it was the only city that had enough tall buildings to compete with NY and real heart and soul like NY too.This is my first visit to Chi-town and I feel like I'm at home. Although the names are all wrong

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It's 1:20 am, I am sitting in a beautiful hotel room on the Universal Studios, Orlando Florida property; an Italian village mock-up with a lake and warm breezes. I am in Love with Life, at this very moment. Here is a trip I didn't not anticipate or plan for; time away from home that feels like complete joy.I just rode back to my hotel room on a small ferry after spending the late afternoon and

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Slipping out the back dooronto the greying wooden deck;watchful,cautious,feeling just a bit wanton,she lets the towel fall to her feetand standsnakedas the rain storms around and upon her."This is freedom", she thinks;even though it comes with 18 years left on the mortgageand the fear (she can't seem to shake)of getting struck by lightening.She is free, in this moment,watching the rain slide

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First off, let me thank TechnoBabe and Jorge for their comments on the previous post. It feels good to be cared for but, I am fine. I know this blog usually paints a picture of my Life so, it was probably inconsistent of me to start posting writing that was not reflective of what was going on in the moment.My poetry has taken on a Life of its own. It demands to be written and it does so loudly

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I was raised to look on the bright side;to believe that EVERYTHING works outthe way it shouldin the end.My mother told me that real beauty lives withinand wisdom is a way of Life.At the knee of my grandmotherI was taught that Love has more valuetakes more courageand brings more joythan anything.I was brought up in the language of womenbut,no one told me it was a code.No worries,the world around

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1. Beforelie in bed alone naked, healing, eyes open; incite poetry2. Afterlie in your made bedalone, naked, eyes open;mislaid poetry

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InOutInOutBreath.Remember island life?Not the tourists' pretend daysof luxury and carelessnessbut children in crisp school uniformschickens running through the yardcoco bread cooling on the window ledgeand blue skypale yellow sheets in the morning breezegreying clapboards and peeling paintRemember before the steel and glass hotels lined every inch of beach?Before pink skins laid across lounge

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Sunday afternoon I grabbed my bags and flew off to Indianapolis and work with my former business partners. We facilitate a leadership institute that is often, according to the participants, life changing and inspiring. The group we are working with this year is really big - in personality and perspective - and I am so honored to be their guide for a few days.They come from all over the country,

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I shouldn't fantasize about you again; enough should be enough. We've had our brief time for this year or maybe these years so, my mind needs to find a new focus;needs to shift into another gear. Instead, I am betrayedby a steadfast Love which will not fade,nor gracefully whithereven after decades of your intermittent presence. Desire for you should have dissipated into the Life that surrounds

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Last month, as Mother's Day began to draw near, I found myself focusing on fathers. The father of my youth began to play in my mind and hasn't yet let go.My Dad, who Loved me (and my brother) with a passion far beyond his passion for anyone or anything else, was a conflicted and angry man. Some people manage Life's hardships and knocks with grace and patience. My Dad wasn't one of those. He was

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Unaffected. the late spring heat searches for a way into my sanctuary. blades spinning overhead swhoosh layers of cool and conditioned air down, down, down to play along my open backUntethered.laying herebelieving in the possibility of lifelinesthat connect my world to another's, without becoming reinsUnspoken.the fullness of my heart,likewise, day-to-day comings and goings, small

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Today, I witnessed what I hope is just one of many new firsts. Today a man, whom I believe, represents the best of human values and choices, has become the first black Democratic candidate for President of the United States.I cannot begin to describe the power and possibility I see within this candidacy. My hope is that his candidacy is the next step in achieving the realization of this

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I've had the pleasure of finding good and true friends throughout my Life. They show up when I am in joy and in pain and share the best and the worst of those states with me. I have friends who have stuck with me since I was 14 years old and friends I have known for only a few years. Each in their way helps my heart know the meaning of grace.I just giggled with my oldest friend across

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Old as the agesthe goddess smilesand the world turns. She is soft and strong; earth and fire brown and violet. Words flutter around her shoulders; she loves their velvet feel on her bare skin as they fall, with neither sound nor substance, to her feet. Words paint pictures that deeds prove or disprove; that time exposes as lie or truth. She enjoys the tender feel

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a kernel a nudgea mild and very pleasing current across my frontal lobesstirring impulsethe idea of youas poetryCommentary:A few days ago I came across a personal ad (a random wandering) with an interesting poetic request. In lovely form the gentleman asked to correspond via poetry. Here is what I sent. I share it because it is the first time I have written on demand and unmotivated by a need to

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While most people celebrate year end in December, there are lots of old and new year goings on in my family around this time. It's the teenager's birthday and the end of the school year, which are major events for me. This year it is also the end of middle school and the doorway to high school.This week, the teen was off for 3 days on a school field trip, so I've had some much needed alone time.

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I call to mind the lingering staresthat once roamed my full and lush figureand I must admit to missing the signs of appreciation that,years ago,I held in disdain.Now, don’t get me wrong,I still receive a smile, a wink and a nodon the rare occasion when,feeling like a divaI put on the red dress,show a little cleavage andlet my hips swing a bit freer when I walk.But, on those days,my moon never

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I feel as if the energy that moves through my Life has taken on a different vibration. There is a greater sense of joy than I had been feeling in the past. I think it has been building steadily for about a year and a half. I made the decision, about two and a half years ago, to give up being disappointed. At the time, I was tired of being let down by everyone and just about everything. When

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A very sweet thing happened to me this week. I received an email from a high school friend that I haven't spoken to in probably 20 years. If you've ever had a moment of pure joy then you know what I was feeling.Herbie was my brother, the guy that I could count on to tell me the truth, to tease me mercilessly and to have my back in times of trouble. Each day, we rode the NYC subway together

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Through ragged and raspy breath, she begged,"Please, don't do this,please"and hanging her headshe sent silent prayers to her otherwise occupied godsthen waited for the end to her suffering.Seconds later she opened her swollen eyesand found himmouth opengun droopedpassed outin the chair before which she knelt.Gently and carefully,like a mother who strokes the hair of her sleeping child,she removed

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I.Once I hoped, no, longed for your Love and touch.I yearned, prayed, dreamed up your Love for me.Today, I find no reason for trading promises with the gods;have no desire to wrap you up in my needs. Maybe, just maybe, I have finally grown-up.II.I like the way we fit; the feel of your lips on mine the sparkle of your eyes as you

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The title sounds far more philosophical than I feel, at this moment. My car, a solid 1997 Saturn has hiccuped and coughed the past week. I've been concerned about its wellbeing for awhile but, now, I'm afraid I will have to invest a dear amount of money to keep it happy.I suppose after 11 years it is not too much to ask that I spring for a few parts and attention. I am however, one of those

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Well, the decision is made. The woman-child will go public. It was a difficult decision and I let her make arguments for both possibilities. Her arguments were good (she is a debater, after all) and it was clear that her heart and Spirit were with the public school. She actually said "I think I'd be more comfortable (in the public school) and that would make it easier to take more risks; to try

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Our Spring Break trip to England was filled with joy, family and fun! Paul gave us a beautiful glimpse of his Life and a tour of his homeland.We traveled from Loughton to Worthing with a few stops in between. The girl-child and I became known as the ducklings because everywhere we went we could be seen trailing behind him, cameras in hand. Through alleyways, up the greenest hills and in and

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Well, it looks like the bug that has felled stronger folk than me has finally bitten me. I came home from work with chills, incredibly bad gas, stomach churning, runny eyes and an all around yucky feeling.The upside of my day was walking into my bedroom and seeing that beautiful bed just waiting for me to snuggle in, pull up the comforter and close my eyes.Pass me the tissues, I'm going to sleep.

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There's a good bit going on in my Life. Nothing to spend paragraphs elaborating on yet it's enough to keep me hopping.Work is a flurry of grant writing, project management and trying to keep the new co-worker (my team lead, 15 years younger than me, convinced no one else has a working brain, highly insecure and, unfortunately for us, in a position which has just enough authority to make us grind

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Though there are things to lament in this past year, there are things to celebrate, as well. I remind myself to strive towards my highest possibility and, when I am at my best, that is Love, peace and a Life lived in harmony with the world.I wish you all a 2008 filled with realized hopes and dreams fulfilled. May your paths be sweet as honey and warm as mother's milk.Happy New Year!

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In a world where Life seems to rush by,Where time slipslike new shoes on a freshly waxed and beautiful wood floorand working through fear and regretcan be a full time job,There is so very much for which to give thanks.ThanksFor all the small, mundane opportunities to see the bright and laughable side of Life,For the triumphs and seeming failures,For the lens that looks back and forward with a

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There was an email circulating, not too long ago, that asked those who wanted to stop violence against women of color to wear red, on Oct. 31. I forwarded that email to a number of friends of both genders and varying skin hues. A couple of days later I got a sound thrashing from a dear friend of mine. She rightly and not so gently reminded me that violence against women knows no preference for

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Not too much to report.School starts next week, the womanchild gets back from Orlando tomorrow night and work is still in high gear. Had a good conversation with the boss about promotions and such. We'll see if there is enough follow through to get me my well deserved prize.I cleaned out my garage on Saturday - give me a cheer!!! It was so full of old clothes, papers, wood, carpet, books and

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I had thought that I would write long before now. Life seems to have carried me along in other directions. I've been having a great time though - Beyonce's concert (with Robin Thicke) which was wonderful from start to finish. What an entertainer! Though, I must admit, I never thought much of her before. I bought tics because I new the womanchild would enjoy it and, it turned out to be a

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As the title suggests I stumbled upon something this weekend - a very interesting web concept called StumbleUpon. You sign up, load the toolbar and tell the search engine your interests. It then delivers to you, with a click of your mouse, an amazing trail of websites. I played games, found recipes, viewed some of the most incredible photos and read beautiful poetry. In fact, I used all my

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I am having a great time this week! I'm hanging out with my old business partners running a leadership institute in Indianapolis and I feel fully and completely myself. I'm grounded, in my zone and fully present to the moment at hand. What a gift!This is the second year I have worked the Institue and I am always awed by the magic created with/by this work. The Institute is for women who have

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Thanks to all who expressed concern re: my blogger friend. I think he is moving forward, but so little is sure. Anyway, he knows he always has a shoulder here.Life seems to be puttering along. Work is very busy and I am career planning. Lately, it seems that I am being given more exposure and am rising to the occasion. Teammates seek my advice and thank me after they take it. The boss

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The thing I love about blogging is the way you can connect to people who you may never meet in the flesh, never hold them through their tears or know the sound of their laughter. And yet, you do and know all those things and more; there are so many intimacies that we share with one another until we feel like friends.When a friend goes off for awhile we are usually happy for them and look forward

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I realize my complaining sounded far too serious, when I really meant it to be more comical. When I wrote my last entry I was rushing and just wanted to say hey. I had NO idea it would take so long to get back here.But, here I am. Stuff, as always, is happening. Here are some highlights:The girl child is 13 in a couple of days. I have a hosts of surprises in store for her and keeping the

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My love affair with blogger has now ended. I tried to post and got kicked out, just as I was publishing. Turns out all these blog hosts are the same - making promises they can't keep, lulling you into a false sense of security, luring you in with lots of pretty bells and whistles and then - BAM! Lost words, ideas and a bit of your story, all gone.I feel so used...I'm volunteering just about

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It's official; after much thought, prayer and opening of my heart, it's decided. we (Mom, my baby girl and I) will all stay put. For the past few years I have felt imprisoned. Stuck and held back by circumstance and those I Love.For a brief moment it seemed as if I had figured it all out. Back to school, moving, complete new lifestyle and all would be well. But, as I have always known, the truest

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Yesterday, in a conversation with Mom, I realized how stressed out she is. It seemed that she was taking the whole going to live with my brother in stride and actually looking forward to it. Now, I am not so sure and it concerns me, greatly.The most difficult thing about all this is that I find it very hard to converse with Mom. She is usually angry with me or, at least appears to be. So,

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David was certainly right in one respect - according to several folks on the interview panel, every applicant checked the requisite boxes and only one had the related experience. That one will be my new team lead. I had some mixed feelings about this; she's about 15 years younger and, while bright, will need a good deal of support to get the job done. I'll certainly rise to the occasion and help

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Sipping on a Starbuck's Mocha, I am working through an emotional upheaval. A promotion at work has been talked about for a couple of months now. It entails my applying for the particular position, being selected by the automated HR system as a candidate and then interviewing. My boss would really like for me to get it; I would really like to get it. The automated system doesn't think I'm

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As I Live more and more in the present moment (by simply being mindful of it) I find my attention is on what I have, not what I lack. I have decided to start each day naming 5 things for which I am grateful. Today's list of things for which I am grateful:The Love of my child who is such a beautiful Spirit and who expresses her Love and care for me daily.The Love of my mother, which is fierce and

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For years I have been jealous of couples on Valentine's Day. "Where is mine?" I would think as roses were delivered to the office or co-workers talked about the wonderful things they would do with their partners, later that evening.This year, I am oddly liberated from my past frustrations, wishes, anxiety and fear. I am happy to hear about all the joy that others will find on the day of Love. My

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