Iranians are now fellow humans; I want to know them!

And thank you Mr. former Vice President for what you have given us. AND what you have either learned from or taught “Ayatollah” Khamenei.

And this is Cheney’s signal contribution to the twenty-first century: he has made the world much, much safer for torture

How can I catch up!!?? No chance.

I will refrain from any ‘apology’ for being away so long from my posts. After all, an apology rather presumes some dependence or anticipation for my loquaciousness. HA! Who was waiting on me!!!? SO… Let us move on!!

The point is…. HELLLO!!! I have missed YOU!
Okay, okay. So it may be true that I actually have no time to miss each of you individually (or even, for that matter, in small groups) but I think of you OFTEN. I think of experiences unshared and I want to get back on the bandwagon as soon as possible! It may or may not be with this note. Consider this note a Wave Hello, and a Kiss Blown!!

I am about to start my grad school traineeship. What does this mean? (Besides.. yeeee.. next step to making my next transition real!!) This means that the part-time corporate gig (32 hrs/wk) which has given me 3 day weekends (for ’study’) may have to become even less. And that will mean less income, and MUCH higher prices for my benefits (everything X3!) But… Maybe I am really ready. Maybe I am ready to start draining my savings, so that I can feel engulfed in moving towards my next, my preferred, my ‘encore’ career! (My heart is there… moving away from my cubicle!! Moving towards licensure and my private practice.)

I have more to share. More that has become part of my daily re-calibration about who I am. I am still processing.
But since I am Waving Hello… I will write another entry with the latest self-discovery.

Blessings!! I would HUG each of you if I could!!

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H1N1 – Stay informed

Swine Flu Info

(This, above, is supposed to be a widget. I may be gettin’ a degree, but apparently that doesn’t help me with blog-like communications! :} )

So I find this informative: http://www.cdc.gov/h1n1flu/

Stay healthy, all! Warsh yer hands.

Won’t you MISS bananas???

Can you imagine trying to describe the taste of banana to someone? Can you imagine the substitutes that will be provided and how they will so sorely lack the true essence of banana.
Whether it is a banana – straight! Pealing it is a luxurious event!
Or – Banana PIE!! OMG. To DIE for!
Or – banana bread. hmmmm.
I could go on.
I am so very saddened by the hardly-reported, or much reported (if you are paying attention) demise of our beloved yellow fruit. Can organic version save us?? MAYBE SO. I pray.

I just LOVE bananas!!

Let us ALLOW “Yes”!

If I cannot pray with Rick Warren, I realize, then I am not worthy of being called a Christian. And if I cannot engage him, then I am not worthy of being called a writer. And if we cannot work with Obama to bridge these divides, none of us will be worthy of the great moral cause that this civil rights movement truly is.

Awesome!  from Andrew Sullivan’s blog

(Fixed the link I hope)

ReConnections

Recently, very recently, I was finally convinced by a long-time friend to create an account on FaceBook. I was very resistant to these way-too-popular social networking sites due to the possible massive loss of privacy it represented to me. Why do we want to post everything about ourselves? The fragility of giving away of information that could in one moment be shared only between friends, but then is available to anyone!.. information which is never meant for another’s eyes.

But my friend pointed out the control I would (should) have on the display of my information. OH-KAY. WHAT THE HECK. I decided to create an account to stay in touch with her.

Now. What an onslaught of experiences I am having. In part I feel like some of my core ways-of-being in the world are being augmented, added to, or maybe it is challenged.

I have long recognized that I tend to be a type of person who maintains connections with friends for the duration that I am in regular contact with them. I have one close friend with whom I’ve maintained contact. And that is truly because she told me she wanted me to. (Otherwise, is it an esteem issue? Or simply a soul-style?)

Yesterday and today, I have spent time re-connecting with my next door neighbor from the time I was 10 to 16. He was a confidant, a friend, a co-conspirator, and we were simply growing up together. (How many pizzas did we order to be delivered to a neighbor?) One of the greatest realizations I’m having in all of this is the realization! that I was truly able to, I did!, have a male friend. I AM capable. I DO have memories, experiences that prove I was (and am) able. And talking / chatting with him is awakening a part of my life I’ve left behind, that I think I want to reconnect with.

This ability/tendency of mine to leave those behind when I leave situations is now somewhat in question. The emotions that are being stirred up by these simple posting exchanges catch my attention – deserve my attention. There is something there for me to learn from.

Liminal x 2

I am in between my in-betweens. Liminal-squared!
I have finished a quarter, I am waiting for the books for my next quarter (I am appropriately guilty for not ordering them sooner, and thus losing study/reading time.)

But let me share. The quote that follows is ubiquitously familiar. But still, it comes the closest to acknowledging a truth that my deepest self resonates to. (And to which I do not dare yet claim, for fear of living the label of ‘arrogance’!! This is where I meet Lucifer. My fear of being (of believing myself) arrogant… keeps me from so much… I dare not stretch… and … Lucifer wins.)

Marianne Williamson:

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.

Frightening.

But it always has been.
Now, at this time of my life, I feel a risk-taking freedom, a “so <the f’> what!”
Scary? Fine.
Could end up devastated? Yeah. So?

Will I know who I am any other way?

Just writing these words puts a gravity to a part of my psyche that I have refused to offer the full light of day.

The sun shines on in.