So, in the aftermath of Yom Kippur, which offers moments of deep reflection, my connection to self awareness, newly restrengthened, stimulates hindsight to speak to the conscious portion of my mind, and that's most especially true each time I find myself seeking to deepen my understanding of my heartfelt reaction whenever a love connection comes to mind, and simply put, here is this morning's intuitive insight:
If my heart has been missing a loved one, overlong, then
My processor will be inclined to lessen my connection to
logic in favor of leaning closer to the opposite pole that exists within
My brain where my impassioned unmet emotions are stored in
A mental state of suppression until a stimulus of mesmerizing proportions
(Whether conscious or subconscious) stirs the pot in which
Creamed cucumber soup is simmering, and if an electrifying
Vision of acmemory arises that suddenly turns up the heat then
Suppressed emotion will spontaneously float to the surface
Stimulating my think tank to shift so close to the epicenter of
My brain's emotional pole as to overwhelm my processor's
Connection to logic until whatever I'm feeling has had time to
Cool down thus freeing my intuitive powers to give voice to
Inner need to calm my sense of longing at least enough to
Re-establish a mindful, time sensitive semblance of
Balance, which, upon relaxing this current surge of
Emotional reactivity, restores my brain's natural
(Innate) ability to reorganize static electricity, thus
Regulating emotion with logic in a manner that
Proves so insight-driven as to provide my heart
And psyche safe passage along my step-by-step
Ever maturing, consistent progression toward
Maintaining and expanding the highly personal
Well balanced degree of self controlled
Self assessment that sees me charting a course that
Deviates away from guilting myself so harshly of having
Committed minor tansgressions as to condemn
My heart to live a life chained to self denial, over long—
Ohhmmm ...
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
YOM KIPPUR: A NEGATIVELY FOCUSED, SELF FULFILLING PROPHESY SUCCESSFULLY ABORTED!
Sooo—my sciatic nerve has felt less painful for so long that
I got too cocky for my own good, and being short on time
I chose to lift a pair of heavy objects, simultaneously—not
Once but twice (which proved two times too many!) I mean
Most people would not think either object was heavy, but
Knowing how little it takes to elevate the pain level of
This nerve, which I injured more than thirty years back
I’ve learned from past experiences to remember that
The pain would increase in direct proportion to my stubbornness to
Complete a task in record time—thank goodness, this time
My connection to self incriminating anxiety did not have
A chance to increase the level of pain exponentially, because
My learning curve (recently heightened) triggered
My newly reprogrammed brain to plug itself into
My homework assignment on the spot, so that upon
Fully oxygenating my body, adrenaline production
(Provoked by a sudden spike in anxiety) would automatically
Slow down, and as this self soothing technique calmed
My defense system, my adrenal glands were no longer
Stimulated to pump out and dump an over production of
Adrenalin ever more furiously into my blood stream, freeing
My thought processor from feeling overwhelmed so as to
Readily switch tracks toward making sound use of
My homework assignment, which, in turn, naturally and proactively
Enabled me to regain and maintain a self disciplined sense of
Self control over my autonomic bodily functions, based in
My having consciously relaxed my emotional reaction, which
Left on its own, would have continued to pump out
An over-production of Adrenalin, which is known
To overwhelm the brain’s natural connection to intelligent
Thought processing, and had my emotional reaction remained
Out of balance, a potential build up of inner tension would have
Exacerbated my elevated level of muscular tension, which
Would have served to further threaten the fear center of
My brain to stimulate my fight/freeze/flight reaction to
Contract the muscles surrounding the injured nerve ever more
Tightly, resulting in causing the tolerable level of my pain to
Spike as high as runaway anxiety would have exacerbated
My train of thought to focus even more intently upon
Muscular impingement creating a choke hold around
My injured sciatic nerve, thus blocking my intuitive voice from
Freely guiding my think tank to consciously direct my train of
Thought toward heeding the insight driven
Homework assignment that instructs my processor to remember that
Everything’s connected, which is why my conscious decision to
Take a much needed time out on the spot serves to heighten
My connection toward concentrating upon self awareness, which
Consciously instructs my think tank to take a time out on the spot to
Think smart so as to encourage my lungs to consciously
Inhale oxygen so deeply as to exhale as much negative energy as
My fear of pain intensifying would have stimulated
The fear factor within my brain to experience the reeling nature of
The vicious cycle, which, in the past, has spun my thought processor
Straight into a self destructive state of Catch 22 that, eventually
Hindsight would have shown to be of my own making—
Whew! Thank goodness, my mind eagerly absorbs information
Offered up during sessions of EMDR therapy, which train my
Innate intelligence to focus upon becoming ever
More savvy concerning how best to reprogram natural emotional
Reactions in such a healthy manner as to advance
My original Line of Self Control (conceived when my three sons
Were small) toward growing ever more self aware so as to relax
My brain's processor to think smart on the spot by consciously and
Proactively calming (rather than suppressing) natural episodes of
Anxiety as I age—hey! Guess what just happened?
Penning today’s insight driven, intuitive train of thought resulted in
An Aha! Moment flashing through my mind!
Suddenly I've come to see why my intuitive voice has not yet
Readied my conscious mind to lead us into the promised land where
A detailed description of my homework assignment awaits our
Arrival—you see, in addition to heightening your present level of
Patience while we remain gainfully tuned into advancing
Our step by step approach toward fulfilling the worthwhile goal of
Gaining control over the highly complex nature of
Negatively focused, self fulfilling prophecies (which prove to be
Our processors' natural reaction to runaway anxiety)
My well-practiced intuitive powers had the foresight to hold off on
Releasing a detailed explanation of this particular
Homework assignment until today, which being Yom Kippur finds
My think tank floating freely toward trains of thought that dive
Much deeper into my soul than those associated with detailing
The assignment that inspires my natural emotional reactiveness to
Achieve each next upward rung on the ladder of self empowered
Mobility whenever my current level of self disciplined self awareness
Feels need to muster the courage to ascend (rather than remaining
Unconsciously stuck) yet another step closer to fully embracing
My soul's heartfelt need to create a heightened sense of wholeness by
Blending my mind, body and spiritual reactions together, and
What could be a more fitting train of thought to consider as
I ready my mind to walk into today’s Yom Kippur service focusing
Proactively (rather than guiltily) upon atoning for transgressions against
Others as well as atoning for perfectionistic tendencies that direct
Me toward punishing myself for being as naturally imperfect as is true of
Every human being, born to forge an existential path toward
Identifying and resolving eruptions of yesteryear's angst, which have need to
Be laid to rest so as to embrace both sides of human nature by
Consciously seeking to deepen my mindful connection to insight in
Hopes of knowing when to free myself of undeserved guilt (so as to
Personally enrich my existential sense of joy) and when to calm
A naturally contentious reaction so as to think smart on my feet
And as the creative center of my brain continues to strengthen
Today's precious sense of internal emotional balance, I, feeling
Blessed to have taken another step forward toward enjoying the rest of
My life more thoroughly than proved possible before my
Homework assignment served to heighten my processor's absorption of
Self awareness so immeasurably as to ready my think tank to embrace
Ever deepening reflections that empower the conscious portion of
My mind to know myself to have been a very good, though
Imperfect person, who loves imperfect people in such a good natured
Newly expanded concept of need to absorb a well balanced understanding
Of ‘Self love' enhances my connection to feeling a heartfelt sense of repentance:
Each time my sense of wholeness feels free to release self demeaning anxiety
My renewed sense of joy rejoices, through and through—and so
To one and all (who do or do not freely subscribe to my religious affiliation)
I wish you a happy, healthy and thus ever more self aware (less subconsciously
Insecure) New Year, ahead, so as to partake in life's joys to your heart's content—
I got too cocky for my own good, and being short on time
I chose to lift a pair of heavy objects, simultaneously—not
Once but twice (which proved two times too many!) I mean
Most people would not think either object was heavy, but
Knowing how little it takes to elevate the pain level of
This nerve, which I injured more than thirty years back
I’ve learned from past experiences to remember that
The pain would increase in direct proportion to my stubbornness to
Complete a task in record time—thank goodness, this time
My connection to self incriminating anxiety did not have
A chance to increase the level of pain exponentially, because
My learning curve (recently heightened) triggered
My newly reprogrammed brain to plug itself into
My homework assignment on the spot, so that upon
Fully oxygenating my body, adrenaline production
(Provoked by a sudden spike in anxiety) would automatically
Slow down, and as this self soothing technique calmed
My defense system, my adrenal glands were no longer
Stimulated to pump out and dump an over production of
Adrenalin ever more furiously into my blood stream, freeing
My thought processor from feeling overwhelmed so as to
Readily switch tracks toward making sound use of
My homework assignment, which, in turn, naturally and proactively
Enabled me to regain and maintain a self disciplined sense of
Self control over my autonomic bodily functions, based in
My having consciously relaxed my emotional reaction, which
Left on its own, would have continued to pump out
An over-production of Adrenalin, which is known
To overwhelm the brain’s natural connection to intelligent
Thought processing, and had my emotional reaction remained
Out of balance, a potential build up of inner tension would have
Exacerbated my elevated level of muscular tension, which
Would have served to further threaten the fear center of
My brain to stimulate my fight/freeze/flight reaction to
Contract the muscles surrounding the injured nerve ever more
Tightly, resulting in causing the tolerable level of my pain to
Spike as high as runaway anxiety would have exacerbated
My train of thought to focus even more intently upon
Muscular impingement creating a choke hold around
My injured sciatic nerve, thus blocking my intuitive voice from
Freely guiding my think tank to consciously direct my train of
Thought toward heeding the insight driven
Homework assignment that instructs my processor to remember that
Everything’s connected, which is why my conscious decision to
Take a much needed time out on the spot serves to heighten
My connection toward concentrating upon self awareness, which
Consciously instructs my think tank to take a time out on the spot to
Think smart so as to encourage my lungs to consciously
Inhale oxygen so deeply as to exhale as much negative energy as
My fear of pain intensifying would have stimulated
The fear factor within my brain to experience the reeling nature of
The vicious cycle, which, in the past, has spun my thought processor
Straight into a self destructive state of Catch 22 that, eventually
Hindsight would have shown to be of my own making—
Whew! Thank goodness, my mind eagerly absorbs information
Offered up during sessions of EMDR therapy, which train my
Innate intelligence to focus upon becoming ever
More savvy concerning how best to reprogram natural emotional
Reactions in such a healthy manner as to advance
My original Line of Self Control (conceived when my three sons
Were small) toward growing ever more self aware so as to relax
My brain's processor to think smart on the spot by consciously and
Proactively calming (rather than suppressing) natural episodes of
Anxiety as I age—hey! Guess what just happened?
Penning today’s insight driven, intuitive train of thought resulted in
An Aha! Moment flashing through my mind!
Suddenly I've come to see why my intuitive voice has not yet
Readied my conscious mind to lead us into the promised land where
A detailed description of my homework assignment awaits our
Arrival—you see, in addition to heightening your present level of
Patience while we remain gainfully tuned into advancing
Our step by step approach toward fulfilling the worthwhile goal of
Gaining control over the highly complex nature of
Negatively focused, self fulfilling prophecies (which prove to be
Our processors' natural reaction to runaway anxiety)
My well-practiced intuitive powers had the foresight to hold off on
Releasing a detailed explanation of this particular
Homework assignment until today, which being Yom Kippur finds
My think tank floating freely toward trains of thought that dive
Much deeper into my soul than those associated with detailing
The assignment that inspires my natural emotional reactiveness to
Achieve each next upward rung on the ladder of self empowered
Mobility whenever my current level of self disciplined self awareness
Feels need to muster the courage to ascend (rather than remaining
Unconsciously stuck) yet another step closer to fully embracing
My soul's heartfelt need to create a heightened sense of wholeness by
Blending my mind, body and spiritual reactions together, and
What could be a more fitting train of thought to consider as
I ready my mind to walk into today’s Yom Kippur service focusing
Proactively (rather than guiltily) upon atoning for transgressions against
Others as well as atoning for perfectionistic tendencies that direct
Me toward punishing myself for being as naturally imperfect as is true of
Every human being, born to forge an existential path toward
Identifying and resolving eruptions of yesteryear's angst, which have need to
Be laid to rest so as to embrace both sides of human nature by
Consciously seeking to deepen my mindful connection to insight in
Hopes of knowing when to free myself of undeserved guilt (so as to
Personally enrich my existential sense of joy) and when to calm
A naturally contentious reaction so as to think smart on my feet
And as the creative center of my brain continues to strengthen
Today's precious sense of internal emotional balance, I, feeling
Blessed to have taken another step forward toward enjoying the rest of
My life more thoroughly than proved possible before my
Homework assignment served to heighten my processor's absorption of
Self awareness so immeasurably as to ready my think tank to embrace
Ever deepening reflections that empower the conscious portion of
My mind to know myself to have been a very good, though
Imperfect person, who loves imperfect people in such a good natured
Well-rounded, self respecting, conscientious manner as to include
Myself (less judgmentally) in that group, and here's why today’sNewly expanded concept of need to absorb a well balanced understanding
Of ‘Self love' enhances my connection to feeling a heartfelt sense of repentance:
Each time my sense of wholeness feels free to release self demeaning anxiety
My renewed sense of joy rejoices, through and through—and so
To one and all (who do or do not freely subscribe to my religious affiliation)
I wish you a happy, healthy and thus ever more self aware (less subconsciously
Insecure) New Year, ahead, so as to partake in life's joys to your heart's content—
If you ask which words, during our Yom Kippur service
Speak most personally to my soul, I'd offer up these for
Your consideration:
There are none on earth so righteous that they never sin—
Forgive the sin of cynicism, which leads to
Mistrusting the reality of unselfish love
I forgive those who have wronged me, deliberately or
Inadvertently, whether by word or deed
May no one ever be punished on my account
Get yourselves a new heart and a new spirit—
Let the time begin when all people are joined in
heart and spirit and the bonds of communion last forever
Wishful thinking, you say?
(Keeping both sides of human nature in mind)
Hopeful thinking, I reply
Because without hope of more of us consciously participating in
Creating positively focused changes for the better
The future sees us no place better than where we are today
Ohhmm ...
Monday, September 17, 2018
GOOD NEWS AND ONLY GOOD NEWS—THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT—UH HUH, UH HUH!
WOO—HOO!
Here's an upper that I wish was habit forming:
All I have to relate, today, is—good news!
Though at this stage of my life (or any stage of life for
That matter) a wish like that proves so unrealistic as to reflect
Wishful thinking on my part—uh-huh-uh-huh—so, let’s get real:
We arrived at the hospital at 5:30 am (whaaat?), and shortly thereafter
Will's digestive system was thoroughly scoped from top to bottom
After which, my husband received a clean (though hefty hospital) bill of health
At which time the tiny camera, snaking through tunnels connecting several
Digestive organs, took a snapshot of one lonely polyp, which, having been
Removed will be biopsied, amid several snapshots of inflammation
(Also biopsied to rule out bacterial infection, and though the scope
Highlighted a small esophageal hiatus hernia, which had been duly
Noted in Will’s chart several years back, naught was found to offer
Will's mental reaction or mine reason to tense up with undo concern—Hooray!
As to posting the camera's snapshots, scoped during today's internal
'photo session'—I was surprised when Will's surgeon handed
Copies of those pics to me while Will was still wandering through
A dreamscape of anesthesia's making in the recovery room—though
No doubt you'll agree that any thought of creating an album or
Choosing to post that series of photos for public consumption
Strikes me as being highly unseemly, indeed—LOL!
PS
While awaiting good news in the surgical waiting room
My processor remained productively occupied reviewing and
Revising posts published on Sept. 1st and Sept. 6th; however
In the interest of time, the post published on Sept. 10th will remain
Unrepaired, symbolizing one of life's countless imperfections, which
Offers up no sense of urgency concerning working toward
Change for the better in hopes of effecting steps toward
Self-improvement, and as ups and only ups have shown up in
Today's post, I'm sure you can imagine my spirit, flying free of
Concern, feeling as light as a feather tickling my natural sparkle to
Soar so high in the sky as to I gnite my heartfelt sense of delight to
Shine ever so brightly from deep within the windows of my soul as to
Naturally inspire my cheek splitting grin to extend from ear to ear—
Ohhmm ...
PSS
In place of today's 'photo shoot', I’d like to offer up a duet of
Playful memories, which are such a hoot as to charm
Your funny bone into enjoying a hearty chuckle along with mine
*BTW—I had trouble erasing the third video that proved too long to show up, so
In hopes of expressing (rather than unconsciously suppressing) even
One iota of mental frustration, I plan to put my homework to good use as soon as
Today's post is published at which time I'll inhale so deeply as to consciously
Exhale any negative energy, which, being absorbed into my body during
Moments fraught with frustration, would have naturally translated into
Muscular tension, and in this proactive manner will I prevent left over
Inner tension (born of spurts of adrenalin pumping into my blood stream) from
Becoming ever more deeply repressed, unnecessarily—I mean, seriously—
Who wants to physically lug around mental and muscular tension that has
Unconsciously been placed in subconscious storage for
No good reason—indefinitely? Not me—that's for sure— and as to that
Stubborn video, my processor's determined attitude figured out how to delete it—
Ohhmm ...
Here's an upper that I wish was habit forming:
All I have to relate, today, is—good news!
Though at this stage of my life (or any stage of life for
That matter) a wish like that proves so unrealistic as to reflect
Wishful thinking on my part—uh-huh-uh-huh—so, let’s get real:
We arrived at the hospital at 5:30 am (whaaat?), and shortly thereafter
Will's digestive system was thoroughly scoped from top to bottom
After which, my husband received a clean (though hefty hospital) bill of health
At which time the tiny camera, snaking through tunnels connecting several
Digestive organs, took a snapshot of one lonely polyp, which, having been
Removed will be biopsied, amid several snapshots of inflammation
(Also biopsied to rule out bacterial infection, and though the scope
Highlighted a small esophageal hiatus hernia, which had been duly
Noted in Will’s chart several years back, naught was found to offer
Will's mental reaction or mine reason to tense up with undo concern—Hooray!
As to posting the camera's snapshots, scoped during today's internal
'photo session'—I was surprised when Will's surgeon handed
Copies of those pics to me while Will was still wandering through
A dreamscape of anesthesia's making in the recovery room—though
No doubt you'll agree that any thought of creating an album or
Choosing to post that series of photos for public consumption
Strikes me as being highly unseemly, indeed—LOL!
PS
While awaiting good news in the surgical waiting room
My processor remained productively occupied reviewing and
Revising posts published on Sept. 1st and Sept. 6th; however
In the interest of time, the post published on Sept. 10th will remain
Unrepaired, symbolizing one of life's countless imperfections, which
Offers up no sense of urgency concerning working toward
Change for the better in hopes of effecting steps toward
Self-improvement, and as ups and only ups have shown up in
Today's post, I'm sure you can imagine my spirit, flying free of
Concern, feeling as light as a feather tickling my natural sparkle to
Soar so high in the sky as to I gnite my heartfelt sense of delight to
Shine ever so brightly from deep within the windows of my soul as to
Naturally inspire my cheek splitting grin to extend from ear to ear—
Ohhmm ...
PSS
In place of today's 'photo shoot', I’d like to offer up a duet of
Playful memories, which are such a hoot as to charm
Your funny bone into enjoying a hearty chuckle along with mine
*BTW—I had trouble erasing the third video that proved too long to show up, so
In hopes of expressing (rather than unconsciously suppressing) even
One iota of mental frustration, I plan to put my homework to good use as soon as
Today's post is published at which time I'll inhale so deeply as to consciously
Exhale any negative energy, which, being absorbed into my body during
Moments fraught with frustration, would have naturally translated into
Muscular tension, and in this proactive manner will I prevent left over
Inner tension (born of spurts of adrenalin pumping into my blood stream) from
Becoming ever more deeply repressed, unnecessarily—I mean, seriously—
Who wants to physically lug around mental and muscular tension that has
Unconsciously been placed in subconscious storage for
No good reason—indefinitely? Not me—that's for sure— and as to that
Stubborn video, my processor's determined attitude figured out how to delete it—
Ohhmm ...
PSSS
Let's keep today's string of insights in the forefront of our minds in
Hopes that when the sun comes out, tomorrow, intuitive readiness to
Pen a detailed description of my homework assignment will feel ripe for
The pick'ins. and speaking of hope, I hope you're becoming
Ever more aware of the fact that upon consciously working toward
Identifying and reconsidering your closed mindsets, your processor will
Come to refocus your intelligence toward turning your concentration inward so
As to naturally catch on to those times when your intuitive voice is
Proactively guiding your conscious awareness to absorb strings of insight that
Hope to flow into the forefront of your mind as you develop into
A deep thinking individual whose intellect tunes into the daily existence of
Your innate intuitive powers so readily as to enhance your sense of
Clarity during moments fraught with emotional complexity much more
Frequently than proves true of a person, whose closed-minded think tank remains
(Unknowingly) stuck in childhood's reactive emotionality, absorbed unconsciously
(And stored subconsciously) at our mother's (father's) knee—suggesting that
Those of us who choose to develop into individuals whose existential decisions are
Driven less often by subconscious (unidentified) fears and more often by intuitive insight
Concerning inner need to reconsider our personal perceptions of reality by way of
Incorporating creative thinking skills into moments when logical problem solving
Proves necessary will continue to expand our conscious perception of inner need to
Grow ever more mindful of graciously heightening one's personal
Connectedness, first to self awareness so as to identify which aspects of
Your self assessment are in need of adjustment for this reason:
As self respect experiences sound reason to expand, little by little
Your understanding (and mine) of thought processes, which actually constitute
Mutual respect, deepens exponentially ... (Though this last portion of today's post
Feels so complex as to, most likely, be in need of a ton of work, intuition is
Signaling my think tank to wrap up today’s train of thought, right now, before
My wearied intelligence springs a leak, and when intuition speaks, I listen up before
My thumb finds it necessary to plug itself into a dike that's begun to spurt
Creamed corn all over my brain's tool box into which I’ve conscientiously worked to
Absorb a wide variety of highly creative, deeply intuitive solution seeking skills!
Ohhmm ...
Sunday, September 16, 2018
WEEKEND UPS (A BALLERINA IS BORN) AMID MINOR DOWNS
Weekend ups—
While we desert dwellers enjoyed grandparent’s day with Ravi at preschool, on Friday—
On the west coast, Tony made his first interception, and he and Ray caught
The ball and both gained great yardage while playing touch football with
Their second and third grade teammates, but—no pics or vids to post—because
Barry was too busy coaching to film—
Go Bears! (Tony's team) Go Colts! (Ray's team)
Ah! If only we could conjure up a magic wand, which with one wave would
Transport us from one place to another in a matter of moments
Our hearts would leap for joy, and our fortune would be made!
With no wand in sight, let’s hustle our focus back to our family in the desert
With whom we’d texted, back and forth on Saturday, while deciding whether or
Not to brave the intensity of record-breaking heat in hopes of enjoying
The ballet, staged last evening under twinkling stars in the park where
Ravi—held spell bound during the performance—made friends, afterward, with
A six year old sprite, who like my three year old grand daughter, was
Utterly mesmerized, eyes focused solely upon the graceful glamour of
Fairy-like dancers in gold lame tutus lifted high overhead by
Men in tights so that each well-trained, willowy body on point seemingly
Floated through the air across a brightly lit stage while
Two pairs of highly imaginative, utterly delighted, long lashed eyes were
Swept ever more deeply into fantasyland with every ethereal movement made by
So charming an ensemble of dedicated professionals, all of whom devote every day
To perfecting their passion for the art of dance—and lo and behold
Once the performers had taken their last avidly applauded bow, I witnessed a duet of
Pint-sized, starry eyed ballerinas (performing lifts) arise before my delighted eyes—
Guiding the conscious portion of my mind toward creating
A train of thought that mindfully directs our focus toward concentrating on
Balance in all things—BTW: No pics or vids of 'roto-rutering' will be
Posted for obvious reasons (unless you happen to be Will’s
Gastroenterologist); however, here’s what you can expect
To see published once the tiny camera, which will be
Inserted by way of the scope, offers us the all clear: Test results
And since we consciously choose to remain hopeful concerning
Receiving only good news, you can see why our cup, which
Most commonly runneth over, remains, for the most part
More than half full of ups—and now, this post will be
Interrupted for Sunday-fun day's football game—
Ohhmm ...
While we desert dwellers enjoyed grandparent’s day with Ravi at preschool, on Friday—
On the west coast, Tony made his first interception, and he and Ray caught
The ball and both gained great yardage while playing touch football with
Their second and third grade teammates, but—no pics or vids to post—because
Barry was too busy coaching to film—
Go Bears! (Tony's team) Go Colts! (Ray's team)
Ah! If only we could conjure up a magic wand, which with one wave would
Transport us from one place to another in a matter of moments
Our hearts would leap for joy, and our fortune would be made!
With no wand in sight, let’s hustle our focus back to our family in the desert
With whom we’d texted, back and forth on Saturday, while deciding whether or
Not to brave the intensity of record-breaking heat in hopes of enjoying
The ballet, staged last evening under twinkling stars in the park where
Ravi—held spell bound during the performance—made friends, afterward, with
A six year old sprite, who like my three year old grand daughter, was
Utterly mesmerized, eyes focused solely upon the graceful glamour of
Fairy-like dancers in gold lame tutus lifted high overhead by
Men in tights so that each well-trained, willowy body on point seemingly
Floated through the air across a brightly lit stage while
Two pairs of highly imaginative, utterly delighted, long lashed eyes were
Swept ever more deeply into fantasyland with every ethereal movement made by
So charming an ensemble of dedicated professionals, all of whom devote every day
To perfecting their passion for the art of dance—and lo and behold
Once the performers had taken their last avidly applauded bow, I witnessed a duet of
Pint-sized, starry eyed ballerinas (performing lifts) arise before my delighted eyes—
And now, having shared reason for my spirit's sparkle to
Sport a cheek splitting smile, here comes this weekend's
Minor down as Will has been prepping, today, in readiness to be
Sedated and scoped, tomorrow (literally, from top to bottom)
First by way of his esophagus down to and including his
Stomach, followed by sliding scope bottom's up through
Colon and small intestines—why? Because during his battle with
Kidney stones, Will’s hemoglobin dropped significantly within
A period of four days, and though his numbers are normal, once more
That level of 'droppage' in so brief a time is quite uncommon
Suggesting source of internal bleeding, creating anemia, remains
A mystery, prolonged due to need to wait till Will had healed from
That out patient procedure, which proved necessary to
evict that ornery pair of stubborn stones, and having
Slipped these details ever so delicately into today's post
You can see why, on one hand, Will’s not looking forward to
Sunrise tomorrow though, on the other hand, he’s eager to get
This double whammy, over and done with—and
Once again, we reference the intuitive portion of my brainGuiding the conscious portion of my mind toward creating
A train of thought that mindfully directs our focus toward concentrating on
Balance in all things—BTW: No pics or vids of 'roto-rutering' will be
Posted for obvious reasons (unless you happen to be Will’s
Gastroenterologist); however, here’s what you can expect
To see published once the tiny camera, which will be
Inserted by way of the scope, offers us the all clear: Test results
And since we consciously choose to remain hopeful concerning
Receiving only good news, you can see why our cup, which
Most commonly runneth over, remains, for the most part
More than half full of ups—and now, this post will be
Interrupted for Sunday-fun day's football game—
Ohhmm ...
Friday, September 14, 2018
ONCE AGAIN, TIMING IS BASHART—TODAY BEING GRANDPARENT’S DAY
That’s it! I’m done!
I’ll not free my intuitive powers to add even one more thought to
The previous post (which saw a string of insights stream through
The conscious portion of my mind, upon awakening, this morning), and
As that additional stream of intuitive thought has been italicized at
The end of that post, perhaps you’ll agree to muster the patience
To back track one last time before we move forward, because forward
Is where life aims to take us no matter how often we feel need to glance
Back through moments in history, which no one but a dictator-in-the-making
Wants to repeat, and now, having voiced my fury concerning our inability to
Cut through red tape prolonging political passivity, which, having tied
Our think tanks into tension filled knots, offers up the primary reason why
We’ve not yet been able to brainstorm so creatively as to sack
A present day Fuhrer-Want-To-Be from launching one ball of fire after
Another straight into the hearts of the angry crowd of protesters encircling
trump’s stadium, which is why I feel need to continue to work at uncoiling
And expressing my personal build up of inner tension in as healthy
A manner as seems possible, and having vented at least a bit for today
Tis time for me to close The Book of trump, at least until tomorrow
Because between its covers I find nothing more than pages filled with
Expletives, one after another, which ignite the short fuse that separates
My surface composure from my inner need to explode, and being that
I plan to consciously switch gears from venting (rather than repressing
Bite sized portions of fury) so as to wholly enjoy Grandparent’s Day with
Ravi amid the multi-cultural assemblance of her three year old
Classmates, who have naturally become my grand daughter’s
new friends within the preschool environment chosen by
Celina and Steven specifically because of its Spanish immersion
Program, which feeds its student population to the grammar school, which
Shares the same campus that Ravi attends—oh wait—did I think to
Mention that as recently as yesterday, upon fetching Ravi—who was
Taking turns pushing a classmate on one of their playground swings—after
Pre school—my heart smiled to see the affectionate, opened armed
Approach of several of Ravi’s new playmates, each of whom felt
So eager to offer my precious grand daughter a hug as we were leaving that
As they circled round her, a group hug materialized on the playground, all
On its own—I kid you not!
Ohhmm ...
I’ll not free my intuitive powers to add even one more thought to
The previous post (which saw a string of insights stream through
The conscious portion of my mind, upon awakening, this morning), and
As that additional stream of intuitive thought has been italicized at
The end of that post, perhaps you’ll agree to muster the patience
To back track one last time before we move forward, because forward
Is where life aims to take us no matter how often we feel need to glance
Back through moments in history, which no one but a dictator-in-the-making
Wants to repeat, and now, having voiced my fury concerning our inability to
Cut through red tape prolonging political passivity, which, having tied
Our think tanks into tension filled knots, offers up the primary reason why
We’ve not yet been able to brainstorm so creatively as to sack
A present day Fuhrer-Want-To-Be from launching one ball of fire after
Another straight into the hearts of the angry crowd of protesters encircling
trump’s stadium, which is why I feel need to continue to work at uncoiling
And expressing my personal build up of inner tension in as healthy
A manner as seems possible, and having vented at least a bit for today
Tis time for me to close The Book of trump, at least until tomorrow
Because between its covers I find nothing more than pages filled with
Expletives, one after another, which ignite the short fuse that separates
My surface composure from my inner need to explode, and being that
I plan to consciously switch gears from venting (rather than repressing
Bite sized portions of fury) so as to wholly enjoy Grandparent’s Day with
Ravi amid the multi-cultural assemblance of her three year old
Classmates, who have naturally become my grand daughter’s
new friends within the preschool environment chosen by
Celina and Steven specifically because of its Spanish immersion
Program, which feeds its student population to the grammar school, which
Shares the same campus that Ravi attends—oh wait—did I think to
Mention that as recently as yesterday, upon fetching Ravi—who was
Taking turns pushing a classmate on one of their playground swings—after
Pre school—my heart smiled to see the affectionate, opened armed
Approach of several of Ravi’s new playmates, each of whom felt
So eager to offer my precious grand daughter a hug as we were leaving that
As they circled round her, a group hug materialized on the playground, all
On its own—I kid you not!
Ohhmm ...
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
TIS THE TASK OF THIS GENERATION’S GO-GETTERS TO RAISE OUR YOUTH TO FREE THE WORLD FROM DESPOTS LIKE TRUMP
TIS THE TASK OF THIS GENERATION’S GO-GETTERS TO RAISE OUR YOUTH TO FREE THE WORLD FROM DESPOTS LIKE TRUMP
Tikkun Olam is Hebrew for repairing the world, and if ever
Our world was dispairingly in need of repair that time is now
I wonder what the Hebrew translation is for repairing
The post published previously to this one, which has gone as
Haywire as is true of our nation’s leadership, which is made up of
Three chambers of governing bodies, brilliantly conceived by
Our forefathers to create a system of checks and balances thus
Insuring that our mighty populous would never bow to
The iron will of a despot-in-the-making though that is exactly what
Has been taking place ever since the donald’s heartless dictates have
Spun his utter lack of moral, social, business and now political
Ethics into the darkness of a cocoon that has already wound
The intelligence of two branches of national leadership (as well as
Much of our voting citizenry) within the mental frenzy that
Frees not a butterfly but a deranged, fire breathing dragon that
Inflames whatever little is left of the moral fiber of our nation, which
Having been on the decline for decades, can plainly be seen burning
The personal safety of hard working people to a crisp in such
A blatant manner as to make our shocked-to-the-max eyes aware of
Fearing terrorists, born and bred on foreign soil, less than
We have sound reason to fear Our current (lack of) leadership, which
Day in and day out, is bringing us to our knees due to
The low blows we’ve sustained under the domination of
The stone hearted maniacal greed of the donald, whose
Diabolical determination to surround his I nsecurities with henchmen, who
Having been brainwashed to do the bidding of this Dark Force of
Human Nature, can be seen lying, scheming and hacking
Deeper truth into pulverized bits as though making mortar with which to
Adhere one brick to another while assembling The Gulag (which dt’s
Rise to power is sure to build) as quickly as is true of any dictator, who
(Like Stalin) snares brains (like spiders catching flies) into
Tangled webs of illegal international intrigue, which are as
Abhorrent to the minds of decent folk who feel as aghast, today, as
Was true when Hitler’s mercurial rise to power gave
A mass murderer license to develop the gestapo, which, while
Marching Der Führer's troops across Europe, set up offices of torture in
Record time during WWII while the logical portion of
The thought processors of Der Führer's countrymen remained
Tightly compressed within the dark spell of fear-based
Tension-filled knots, which, having cast a sleeping spell over
The compassionate side of human nature, freed the heartless side of
Men, women and children to be thoroughly brainwashed by
Diabolical evil so great as to remain stunned as though
The intelligent portion of their think tanks had been
Tightly cocooned within a breathless brainless mental stupor, marinating in
Terror’s demented tension-based confusion within the bowels of
A darkened theater where most eyes remained glued to
The melodramatic anarchy that reels inside human minds in real time as
Though all WE are capable of doing (while watching td whitewashing
His raging ravagement of democratic ideals) is to stand in
Place like statues as was true when the twin towers, exploding into crumbled into
A fiery blaze, crumbled to the ground before our deer-in-headlights-eyes on 9/11
And though today’s desperate call for action (and it’s not lost on me that
Today happens to be 9/11/2018) demands that deep thinkers awaken from this
Nightmarish sleeping spell and get busy thinking out of the box before
Present day's passivity frees fear’s feeding frenzy of full blown greed and
Prejudice to rally trump’s troops to rise to the heights of mob mentality, which
Proves so emotionally immature as to burn every bridge that strengthens
Our brains’ connection to common decency as decreed by
The Ten Commandments, which every dictator’s diabolical rise to
Self empowerment has blatantly attempted to burn at the stake (thankfully
All ten were engraved in stone) and paraphrasing the boastful voice of
Today's dictator-in-the-making, who currently aspires to rise to world domination:
“I could shoot someone on the street in plain sight and
They (who are lost in the maze of dt's stupor-like spell) would still vote for me,”
At which time, glassy-eyed congressmen, who comprise the disenfranchised
Powers of the Republican Party would close their eyes and ears even more tightly to
The fact that the snake, slithering here and there, spewing venom, which poisons
What little is left of the foliage branching forth from the Tree of Knowledge, ups
The stakes of his unethical demands, enflaming the compassionate hearts and
Ethical mindsets of men, women and children throughout the world at large, who
Have not yet fallen under the sleeping spell of td’s two year old tantruming
Tirades that thunder down each time the donald does not get his way while
On the other hand here is what we hear whenever our stunned-out-of-their-
Right-minds Republican legislators open their mouths in reply to their
Constituents rightful demand for change for the better, tout de suite:
This shows not over, so pass the popcorn, please and a frothy mug of
Kool-aid laced with denial to wash the bull shavings down, because
I'm so full of shit as to be in dire need of relieving myself of
Accountability, but the line up of terrified liars, standing in
A quivering stupor ahead of me is so long that the intelligent portion of my mind is
About to explode with self revulsion of someone doesn't save me from myself ...
And thus does the picture painted above color in trump’s
Evil spell of self-serving, fear-based greed, which having taken wing, tightens
The noose of his hot winded, negatively focused, filibustering nonsense ever
More tightly round our nation’s oxygen deprived, anxiety prone
Thought processors—and though hate mongering is not newly
Arrived with trump’s unhinged take over of The Oval Office, which
Had once been a highly revered meeting place where
A few good men (imperfect as they may have been) had brainstormed
In hopes of defeating the pox of evil from spreading through our nation as
Fast as a California wildfire leaves ashes of mass destruction in its wake—
We've never before stood witness to pure evil, running rampant through
Our streets, belching its dark smoky spell from within the sanctity of our
Federal seat of government, which like the donald’s brain is
Literally growing beyond checked and balanced self-control—OMG!
How can it be true that we of sound mind can’t cut through D.C.'s
Red tape so as to leap off the hook and impeach this hate mongering
Liar before he (like a snake, high on grass while swallowing a timid mouse too
Scared to squeak) devours our nation's rational leadership, whole? Pleeze!
A few good men and women, who can muster the courage to stand up to
Their fellow Republicans so as to unseat trump's bills before they can be
Passed in the senate is all we need! Pleeze! Rise up and be so bold as to
Come-out-come-out, wherever you are so as to take hold of
The baton thus offering my intuitive powers a rest break in which to
Relax my voice so as to inspire my story teller to come out to play!
I mean—if "we can do no great things just small things with
Great love" (Mother Teresa) then I‘ll continue to post and publish
Whatever the creative center of my brain feels driven to pen in hopes of
Remaining sane in a world that’s torpedoed our nation's sense of
Political leadership, which had once worked toward strengthening
Its citizenry’s hold onto our heritage of personal safety throughout
The land of the free and the home of the brave, until now—Seriously—
If America is to remain great then it’s way past time for
A few good men and women, led by Nick (as in the nick of time)
To arise and do more than demonstrate before The White House, where
The donald's crass tweets couldn't care less about nakedly trashing
Your constitutional rights and mine, which is why we must engage in
The the kind of self empowerment that's associated with brainstorming so
Creatively as to effectively untie our tensely wound brains and re-unite
Our spirits, which have been languishing in muddied confusion rather than
Proactively booting Trump out of The Oval Office, tout de suite, which
Would be no small thing, and now, turning my podium toward speaking of
Achieving small gains with great love (thank you Mother Teresa)
I'm inclined to request that we concentrate our minds upon
This week's high holy day feast (at which time The Jewish people celebrated
The birthday of the world as though Divine inspiration guides us
Annually, to work toward ‘repairing the world', again and again), and
Just as Will and I welcome loved ones to participate in our Passover feast
It's been my personal pleasure to prepare a feast for family and friends on
Rosh Hashanah, because I've focused upon celebrating new beginnings ever
Since we chose to dwell with our sons in the desert more than forty years ago
(As was true of the Jewish people, who having been enslaved for hundreds of
Years, followed Moses, who had risen up in bold defiance of trump's—uh
I mean pharaoh's heartless dictates, and now, having vented to
My satisfaction (yet again), I feel need to repair the post published previous to
This one, which, having gone haywire for unknown reasons, will be
My next self assigned task after we take a moment to visualize
A bright-eyed child, whose innocent processor is being encouraged to
Grow up to become a clear headed Future Leader of America, while
I continue to implore the adult population of the world to take a proactive
Role in holding yourself accountable for keeping Tony, Ray and Ravi safe from
Terrorists, both near and far, by spreading not alarm but by absorbing
Effective solution seeking skills with which to groom our youth to calmly and
Thus intuitively call upon creativity to think out of the box while we keep
Our eyes and theirs trained on any flaming red ball of fury, emblazoned
With the names of despots (one of which is trump), in order to cover our bases after
Batting each next aspiring dictator out of the ballpark before
Mob mentality, brainwashed to resurrect the final solution (aided by our continued
Passivity) comes knocking at your door and mine wherever we may dwell within
This wide-wide world, which vacillates between becoming narrow minded and
Then wider in scope before boomeranging back to narrow minded, again, though
Common sense has always relied upon an open minded, inclusive attitude of
Leadership that must become ever more consistently expansive, considerate and
Creative concerning cutting through red tape so as to protect the well being of
One and all, because all children, the world over, deserve to enjoy
The universal freedoms that are denied to those who so sadly are barely
Surviving, and for that reason we must stand up and demand that
All children feel so well nourished as to stand strong while choosing to
Hold hands with those of us, whose Democratic way of life (now
Being threatened from within The Oval Office) will encourage more of
You than ever before to vote for leadership that will set a high value upon
Respecting each and every person’s right to stop walking on egg shells while
Hiding under fear's cloak of passivity in favor of demanding that
Our governing bodies vote for legislation that offers every American
The right to thrive! So, go get-em, Ravi—stand up on your soapbox during
Show and tell and when it's circle time to share your feelings, feel free to
Sing along when your generation's innocent voices chime in to clarify that
Divided we fall, united we stand as strong as your existential voice, harmonizing
With Gramma's, will one day hope that all ages will arise and implore
Our citizenry to vote for those who will vote for the good of one and all—or
We'll sadly limp along while trump continues to crack the whip passed down by
Simon Legree, whose handwriting is not just on The Wall; it's imprinted on
Pieces of illegal legislation that trump wants to whip through Congress before
Your vote and mine is cast in November so he can disempower those of
Us who, refusing to jump through the master of deceit’s hoops, favor each one
Doing his and her best to absorb our nation's need to recreate the bigger picture of
Democracy at work until humpty trumpty falls off the wall and lands on
His swollen ego with egg dripping down his face in disgrace, thus providing
Our young with a head start toward growing up to create major change for
The better, beginning in November of 2018—and now you know why
Ravi and I teamed up while celebrating the birthday of the world in hopes of
Passing forward today’s intuitive baton of deeper truth, with which
My generation will hand the sanctity of democratic ideals on to hers—and
So it is written that as the Jewish New Year unfolds, I envision deep thinkers
Brain storming while holding hands round the globe, no matter our reigious belief
Nationality, color or creed while together we chanting in unison: God Save America
(And thus the world at large) from trump before children have reason to ask: Why
Do I see stars (this time encircled by crescents) sewn onto some sleeves while
Swastikas appear on others—AGAIN?
And now you know WHY the Jewish people feel compelled to give voice to
Heartfelt need to stand strong while memories of loved ones, crushed against
Each other in boxcars where they stood in mental and physical torment for
Days, deprived of food, water or containers in which to deposit
Bodily excrement, and all the while, none had so much as a clue as to
What lay ahead until the train stopped and box car doors were pulled back
Allowing the stench to escape before a sea of horror stricken faces appeared as
one person after another was yanked down to the platform where terrified
Grand parents and parents, valiantly shielding their silent or screaming children
We’re torn apart in camps where good people, selected to be starved
Experimented upon and enslaved watched dour faced soldiers pointing
Loaded firearms at unending lines of innocent youth, the aged and ill, who’d
Felt themselves prodded like cattle while snarling sharp canine teeth on
Short leashes Threatened to tear into tender flesh, trembling with horror as
Millions on their way to slaughter were led toward large shower rooms where
Having been ordered to strip naked, good people of all ages were
Mercilessly gassed, burned or machine gunned to death before being
Shoveled into mass graves some still breathing—barely alive, but
Alive, none the less, —though to this very day, the insane morbidity of
The unfathomable depths of our loved ones’suffering under the thumb off
A maniacal despot remains alive in every Jewish mind as though their hearts
Beat in time with ours so as to remind the world in no uncertain terms:
Mein Führer—
NEVER AGAIN!
Not in Israel!
Not in North America!
Not in South America!
Not in Africa!
Or Europe!
Or Asia!
Or Antartica
Or Australia
Or anywhere on our planet where voices of all ages long to ring out freely with
My country, tis of thee, sweet land of liberty of thee I sing!
Tikkun Olam is Hebrew for repairing the world, and if ever
Our world was dispairingly in need of repair that time is now
I wonder what the Hebrew translation is for repairing
The post published previously to this one, which has gone as
Haywire as is true of our nation’s leadership, which is made up of
Three chambers of governing bodies, brilliantly conceived by
Our forefathers to create a system of checks and balances thus
Insuring that our mighty populous would never bow to
The iron will of a despot-in-the-making though that is exactly what
Has been taking place ever since the donald’s heartless dictates have
Spun his utter lack of moral, social, business and now political
Ethics into the darkness of a cocoon that has already wound
The intelligence of two branches of national leadership (as well as
Much of our voting citizenry) within the mental frenzy that
Frees not a butterfly but a deranged, fire breathing dragon that
Inflames whatever little is left of the moral fiber of our nation, which
Having been on the decline for decades, can plainly be seen burning
The personal safety of hard working people to a crisp in such
A blatant manner as to make our shocked-to-the-max eyes aware of
Fearing terrorists, born and bred on foreign soil, less than
We have sound reason to fear Our current (lack of) leadership, which
Day in and day out, is bringing us to our knees due to
The low blows we’ve sustained under the domination of
The stone hearted maniacal greed of the donald, whose
Diabolical determination to surround his I nsecurities with henchmen, who
Having been brainwashed to do the bidding of this Dark Force of
Human Nature, can be seen lying, scheming and hacking
Deeper truth into pulverized bits as though making mortar with which to
Adhere one brick to another while assembling The Gulag (which dt’s
Rise to power is sure to build) as quickly as is true of any dictator, who
(Like Stalin) snares brains (like spiders catching flies) into
Tangled webs of illegal international intrigue, which are as
Abhorrent to the minds of decent folk who feel as aghast, today, as
Was true when Hitler’s mercurial rise to power gave
A mass murderer license to develop the gestapo, which, while
Marching Der Führer's troops across Europe, set up offices of torture in
Record time during WWII while the logical portion of
The thought processors of Der Führer's countrymen remained
Tightly compressed within the dark spell of fear-based
Tension-filled knots, which, having cast a sleeping spell over
The compassionate side of human nature, freed the heartless side of
Men, women and children to be thoroughly brainwashed by
Diabolical evil so great as to remain stunned as though
The intelligent portion of their think tanks had been
Tightly cocooned within a breathless brainless mental stupor, marinating in
Terror’s demented tension-based confusion within the bowels of
A darkened theater where most eyes remained glued to
The melodramatic anarchy that reels inside human minds in real time as
Though all WE are capable of doing (while watching td whitewashing
His raging ravagement of democratic ideals) is to stand in
Place like statues as was true when the twin towers, exploding into crumbled into
A fiery blaze, crumbled to the ground before our deer-in-headlights-eyes on 9/11
And though today’s desperate call for action (and it’s not lost on me that
Today happens to be 9/11/2018) demands that deep thinkers awaken from this
Nightmarish sleeping spell and get busy thinking out of the box before
Present day's passivity frees fear’s feeding frenzy of full blown greed and
Prejudice to rally trump’s troops to rise to the heights of mob mentality, which
Proves so emotionally immature as to burn every bridge that strengthens
Our brains’ connection to common decency as decreed by
The Ten Commandments, which every dictator’s diabolical rise to
Self empowerment has blatantly attempted to burn at the stake (thankfully
All ten were engraved in stone) and paraphrasing the boastful voice of
Today's dictator-in-the-making, who currently aspires to rise to world domination:
“I could shoot someone on the street in plain sight and
They (who are lost in the maze of dt's stupor-like spell) would still vote for me,”
At which time, glassy-eyed congressmen, who comprise the disenfranchised
Powers of the Republican Party would close their eyes and ears even more tightly to
The fact that the snake, slithering here and there, spewing venom, which poisons
What little is left of the foliage branching forth from the Tree of Knowledge, ups
The stakes of his unethical demands, enflaming the compassionate hearts and
Ethical mindsets of men, women and children throughout the world at large, who
Have not yet fallen under the sleeping spell of td’s two year old tantruming
Tirades that thunder down each time the donald does not get his way while
On the other hand here is what we hear whenever our stunned-out-of-their-
Right-minds Republican legislators open their mouths in reply to their
Constituents rightful demand for change for the better, tout de suite:
This shows not over, so pass the popcorn, please and a frothy mug of
Kool-aid laced with denial to wash the bull shavings down, because
I'm so full of shit as to be in dire need of relieving myself of
Accountability, but the line up of terrified liars, standing in
A quivering stupor ahead of me is so long that the intelligent portion of my mind is
About to explode with self revulsion of someone doesn't save me from myself ...
And thus does the picture painted above color in trump’s
Evil spell of self-serving, fear-based greed, which having taken wing, tightens
The noose of his hot winded, negatively focused, filibustering nonsense ever
More tightly round our nation’s oxygen deprived, anxiety prone
Thought processors—and though hate mongering is not newly
Arrived with trump’s unhinged take over of The Oval Office, which
Had once been a highly revered meeting place where
A few good men (imperfect as they may have been) had brainstormed
In hopes of defeating the pox of evil from spreading through our nation as
Fast as a California wildfire leaves ashes of mass destruction in its wake—
We've never before stood witness to pure evil, running rampant through
Our streets, belching its dark smoky spell from within the sanctity of our
Federal seat of government, which like the donald’s brain is
Literally growing beyond checked and balanced self-control—OMG!
How can it be true that we of sound mind can’t cut through D.C.'s
Red tape so as to leap off the hook and impeach this hate mongering
Liar before he (like a snake, high on grass while swallowing a timid mouse too
Scared to squeak) devours our nation's rational leadership, whole? Pleeze!
A few good men and women, who can muster the courage to stand up to
Their fellow Republicans so as to unseat trump's bills before they can be
Passed in the senate is all we need! Pleeze! Rise up and be so bold as to
Come-out-come-out, wherever you are so as to take hold of
The baton thus offering my intuitive powers a rest break in which to
Relax my voice so as to inspire my story teller to come out to play!
I mean—if "we can do no great things just small things with
Great love" (Mother Teresa) then I‘ll continue to post and publish
Whatever the creative center of my brain feels driven to pen in hopes of
Remaining sane in a world that’s torpedoed our nation's sense of
Political leadership, which had once worked toward strengthening
Its citizenry’s hold onto our heritage of personal safety throughout
The land of the free and the home of the brave, until now—Seriously—
If America is to remain great then it’s way past time for
A few good men and women, led by Nick (as in the nick of time)
To arise and do more than demonstrate before The White House, where
The donald's crass tweets couldn't care less about nakedly trashing
Your constitutional rights and mine, which is why we must engage in
The the kind of self empowerment that's associated with brainstorming so
Creatively as to effectively untie our tensely wound brains and re-unite
Our spirits, which have been languishing in muddied confusion rather than
Proactively booting Trump out of The Oval Office, tout de suite, which
Would be no small thing, and now, turning my podium toward speaking of
Achieving small gains with great love (thank you Mother Teresa)
I'm inclined to request that we concentrate our minds upon
This week's high holy day feast (at which time The Jewish people celebrated
The birthday of the world as though Divine inspiration guides us
Annually, to work toward ‘repairing the world', again and again), and
Just as Will and I welcome loved ones to participate in our Passover feast
It's been my personal pleasure to prepare a feast for family and friends on
Rosh Hashanah, because I've focused upon celebrating new beginnings ever
Since we chose to dwell with our sons in the desert more than forty years ago
(As was true of the Jewish people, who having been enslaved for hundreds of
Years, followed Moses, who had risen up in bold defiance of trump's—uh
I mean pharaoh's heartless dictates, and now, having vented to
My satisfaction (yet again), I feel need to repair the post published previous to
This one, which, having gone haywire for unknown reasons, will be
My next self assigned task after we take a moment to visualize
A bright-eyed child, whose innocent processor is being encouraged to
Grow up to become a clear headed Future Leader of America, while
I continue to implore the adult population of the world to take a proactive
Role in holding yourself accountable for keeping Tony, Ray and Ravi safe from
Terrorists, both near and far, by spreading not alarm but by absorbing
Effective solution seeking skills with which to groom our youth to calmly and
Thus intuitively call upon creativity to think out of the box while we keep
Our eyes and theirs trained on any flaming red ball of fury, emblazoned
With the names of despots (one of which is trump), in order to cover our bases after
Batting each next aspiring dictator out of the ballpark before
Mob mentality, brainwashed to resurrect the final solution (aided by our continued
Passivity) comes knocking at your door and mine wherever we may dwell within
This wide-wide world, which vacillates between becoming narrow minded and
Then wider in scope before boomeranging back to narrow minded, again, though
Common sense has always relied upon an open minded, inclusive attitude of
Leadership that must become ever more consistently expansive, considerate and
Creative concerning cutting through red tape so as to protect the well being of
One and all, because all children, the world over, deserve to enjoy
The universal freedoms that are denied to those who so sadly are barely
Surviving, and for that reason we must stand up and demand that
All children feel so well nourished as to stand strong while choosing to
Hold hands with those of us, whose Democratic way of life (now
Being threatened from within The Oval Office) will encourage more of
You than ever before to vote for leadership that will set a high value upon
Respecting each and every person’s right to stop walking on egg shells while
Hiding under fear's cloak of passivity in favor of demanding that
Our governing bodies vote for legislation that offers every American
The right to thrive! So, go get-em, Ravi—stand up on your soapbox during
Show and tell and when it's circle time to share your feelings, feel free to
Sing along when your generation's innocent voices chime in to clarify that
Divided we fall, united we stand as strong as your existential voice, harmonizing
With Gramma's, will one day hope that all ages will arise and implore
Our citizenry to vote for those who will vote for the good of one and all—or
We'll sadly limp along while trump continues to crack the whip passed down by
Simon Legree, whose handwriting is not just on The Wall; it's imprinted on
Pieces of illegal legislation that trump wants to whip through Congress before
Your vote and mine is cast in November so he can disempower those of
Us who, refusing to jump through the master of deceit’s hoops, favor each one
Doing his and her best to absorb our nation's need to recreate the bigger picture of
Democracy at work until humpty trumpty falls off the wall and lands on
His swollen ego with egg dripping down his face in disgrace, thus providing
Our young with a head start toward growing up to create major change for
The better, beginning in November of 2018—and now you know why
Ravi and I teamed up while celebrating the birthday of the world in hopes of
Passing forward today’s intuitive baton of deeper truth, with which
My generation will hand the sanctity of democratic ideals on to hers—and
So it is written that as the Jewish New Year unfolds, I envision deep thinkers
Brain storming while holding hands round the globe, no matter our reigious belief
Nationality, color or creed while together we chanting in unison: God Save America
(And thus the world at large) from trump before children have reason to ask: Why
Do I see stars (this time encircled by crescents) sewn onto some sleeves while
Swastikas appear on others—AGAIN?
And now you know WHY the Jewish people feel compelled to give voice to
Heartfelt need to stand strong while memories of loved ones, crushed against
Each other in boxcars where they stood in mental and physical torment for
Days, deprived of food, water or containers in which to deposit
Bodily excrement, and all the while, none had so much as a clue as to
What lay ahead until the train stopped and box car doors were pulled back
Allowing the stench to escape before a sea of horror stricken faces appeared as
one person after another was yanked down to the platform where terrified
Grand parents and parents, valiantly shielding their silent or screaming children
We’re torn apart in camps where good people, selected to be starved
Experimented upon and enslaved watched dour faced soldiers pointing
Loaded firearms at unending lines of innocent youth, the aged and ill, who’d
Felt themselves prodded like cattle while snarling sharp canine teeth on
Short leashes Threatened to tear into tender flesh, trembling with horror as
Millions on their way to slaughter were led toward large shower rooms where
Having been ordered to strip naked, good people of all ages were
Mercilessly gassed, burned or machine gunned to death before being
Shoveled into mass graves some still breathing—barely alive, but
Alive, none the less, —though to this very day, the insane morbidity of
The unfathomable depths of our loved ones’suffering under the thumb off
A maniacal despot remains alive in every Jewish mind as though their hearts
Beat in time with ours so as to remind the world in no uncertain terms:
Mein Führer—
NEVER AGAIN!
Not in Israel!
Not in North America!
Not in South America!
Not in Africa!
Or Europe!
Or Asia!
Or Antartica
Or Australia
Or anywhere on our planet where voices of all ages long to ring out freely with
My country, tis of thee, sweet land of liberty of thee I sing!
Monday, September 10, 2018
ROSH HASHANAH—HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE WORLD
If a picture is worth a thousand words then
You can see why rolling matzoh balls with Ravi during
Saturday’s sleep over was more fun than words can describe
Jewish Calendar 5779 | Hebcal Jewish Calendar
09 Sep, Erev Rosh Hashana
10 Sep, 1st of Tishrei, 5779
Imagine Ravi and her gramma wishing every person throughout the world
Good health,happiness and inner peace., because if wishing on stars
Really made dreams come true, that would be mine—
Good health,happiness and inner peace., because if wishing on stars
Really made dreams come true, that would be mine—
PS
Though I have no clue what happened to cause this post to go haywire,
I’ll work at repairing it until it's ship shape once our holiday feast with
Family and friends has been thoroughly enjoyed by one and all at which
Time my mind/body/spirit connection, feeling wholly rejuvenated, will
Have time to reconsider trains of thought that, running together, goMuch deeper than preparing apples and honey, round challahs dotted
With raisins, and light-as-air matzoh balls floating in savory chicken soup—
Ohhmmm ...
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