Yes, you got it :: today is Friday the 13th and you had better not have been belly aching about bad luck, this or that. Have a listen to this swan song that came out in 1980 from the Talking Heads that pokes fun and demystifies complaining and inspires us to get a move on if we want what we want:
Once in a lifetime Is pretty startling. It is a resonating message that today, May 13, 2016, is once in a lifetime. You will not have another chance to relive it. So make it worth a story worth telling.
I was fiddling around with my camera app on my laptop and decided to ignore it and just get down to writing, darn it.
I am all showered and made up to head out and meet my husband as we drop our inherited car off to have new tires put on.
Inherited? Well, it's part of the 50s inheritance plan :: It's when you cosign a car loan and your daughter decides to head out to make her mark in the world, leaving you with the loan so you start driving it. Now you may get the reason why I have the gadget to the right with cars called "Pump this ride". It is my expressive rebellion on taking responsibility over want. I realized that I really don't post many pictures of myself so I did a couple of selfies to show that I'm not short on attitude, just in height. My husband is already texting me to see if I've left - we're meeting in an hour and 15 for darn's sake - my way of gaining control over my life is being late more often than not. That's from a gal who was meticulous about being on time, so much so that I was always 20 minutes early for everything and had to fight the boredom of waiting. So I'll write about the favorite makeup used today later on. The texts are coming speedily and if I want to meet my husband after work again, I'd better disprove his "always late" label for me (which wouldn't be far from the truth). Remember to make today, your BEST day ever!! xo
Music eliminates loneliness, heals a sad soul, gives power and strength to those who escape to its inner sanctum of reflection. The words are poetry in harmony with musical notes. Artistry to the ears as a painting is to the eyes.
Have a listen as you read on:
What a wonderful musical duet with Susan Boyle and her idol Elaine Paige. What is magical is that I know more about Susan Boyle's transfor-mation from her first idol audition that astounded both the audience and judges greatly.
Dream a dream: to be a professional singer. I had loved this song for a long time, since I heard it from Les Miserables production in Calgary in the 1990s. I can't say I heard the audition first hand because in Canada we didn't have Got Talent UK on the air waves. But certainly, most of us, can recall the outstanding reaction that it gave to the world. Played across all medias.
The lesson taught ::: Didn't this all teach us that looks are not necessarily an indication of talent? It should have. Watch the second video first then the one with her heroine Elaine Paige on the second. This performance taught us that dreams CAN come true ::: whatever the age, wherever one is nestled. If you would like, you can watch The Susan Boyle Story on YouTube (60 minutes in length):
Susan Boyle was bullied, made fun of, and was considered slow. She considered herself lonely, especially after her mother passed away. A wallflower to be sure. At the ripe age of 47, she became an inspiration and synonymous with courage ::: who would try to reach their dreams when most have ironed out their retirement path? Even today, when I listen to the audition, I get chills. When I'm in the mood to absorb music completely, tears will drip from the corner of my eyes.
To many, she championed that it doesn't matter how old you are or how small a village you hail from, you can reach your dreams. She knew instinctively and honestly how people perceived her, yet her love of music :: shown magically by her own custom song: "When I was a child". Now that she had reached her true destiny, she is at peace. Complete in her true gift. The world in her hands ::: her turn to fly. She may not have known the answers, she recognized when she felt free when she was who she was born to be.
::: _____________________________ :::
" The greatest glory in living
lies in never falling,
but in rising every time we fall. "
Nelson Mandela
::: ____________________________ :::
I listen to music when I'm sad, happy, social, and reflective. It feeds my soul. Most songs are musical tones applied to poetry. Back in my 20s when I broke up with a boy I liked, I would search song after song about break up, broken hearts then move on to rebirth, strength and power: from the emotionally symbolic to transforming rock and roll that became the emblem of recovery. As unlikely a superstar there has ever been. It makes me wonder: what is my unfulfilled dream? Writing full time, people who follow my blog, not to cause popularity but because words can help and heal wounds. Do I have that ability?
Time will tell. After all, I'm soon to be a "10". Do you know what that means? Those born in the 1960s probably do: it was a movie from the 1980s with Dudley Moore and his love interest Bo Derek, highly considered the equivalent of a "10" how we'd be rated on looks. Once I turn 55 in April, I will finallybecome a member of the "10" club ::: 5+5=10! Minus the beaded braids. Been there, scratched that, during tropical vacations where rum-filled coconut I shed all responsibility of being a daughter, wife, mom or careerialist I constantly look forward and reach out to live the dream ::: be my destiny. Accompanied by music to cheer me on and feed my soul. Or set me straight and calm me down. Today's (Sunday February 28, 2016) top lyrics and song (copied from Metro Lyrics ) with video link from YouTube: Rihanna featuring Drake
Work work work work work work He said me haffi Work work work work work work! He see me do mi Dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt! And so me put in work work work work work work! When u ah guh Learn learn learn learnlearn learn Mi nuh cyar if him Hurt hurt hurt hurt hurting6
Dry! ...me a desert him Nuh time to have you lurking Him ah go act like him nuh like it You know I dealt with you the nicest Nuh body touch me you nuh righteous Nuh badda, text me in a crisis I believed all of ya dreams, adoration You took my heart and my keys and my patience You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation All that I wanted from you was to give me Something that I never had Something that you've never seen Something that you've never been! Mmmmm! but I wake up and act like nothing's wrong Just get ready fi1
Work work work work work work He said me haffi Work work work work work work He see me do mi Dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt And so me put in Work work work work work work
I was first given the gift of the poem "Footprints in the sand" when I left a company with many friends, advocates and supporters about 15 years ago. It was the image from the same poem. Not long after, this poem was chosen by my mother-in-law for the keepsake for a man whom she had been married to for 40 plus years as her farewell gift of love: Footprints in the Sand One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only. This bothered me because I noticed in low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could only see one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord: "You promised me Lord that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I noticed that in my most trying periods of my life there have only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most have you not been there for me? The Lord replied: The years you have only seen one set of footprints, my child, is when I have carried you."
How lucky and amazing it is that one's farewell in unique circumstances and miles apart were given as a gift, as a send off to someone beloved or held dear. I was thinking, how lucky one is when there is someone who wants to follow in their own unique path, with the imprint of your wisdom imparted to them. Really, footprints in the soil. The soil, because of the wisdom can become deeply rooted in the receiver's philosophy to bloom at times of despair, discouragement and perhaps depression. We dig deep to find the wisdom of those before us to provide inspiration when we are grasping at something that we are unaware, yet desperately seeking. How lucky one is to have someone who seeks your advice and an ear to listen as they sort out their feelings, their goals and struggling for a path or confirmation we are on the right one. We all wonder. We all seek guidance. As we grasp for understanding for what unsettles us, we are seeking that one person who can understand our restlessness. Fortunate are those who find that person, whether it is a parent, a friend, a sibling, a mentor, spiritual guider or willing advisor.
When we realize that there is someone reaching out to grasp your hand to guide you upon self reflection and seeking understanding. Some people don't have that gift to receive. Others, don't appreciate that they have that gift to give. Recognize that you have had agony, frustration and strongly desire to extend that guidance. When it is before you, take it. Similarly, don't disregard the kind words of encouragement or discredit the accolades that person extends to you. Remember you are not in the best frame of mind or self-belief. They may not be bias by love, but objective in understanding. You just may need those words of encouragement when you find yourself at the bottom of the valley with a mountain of optimism before you that you cannot climb on your own. Help others plant themselves in the soil of your wisdom. Don't force upon them your passion for wanting them to avoid the same pitfalls you have found yourself in. That exuberance may alienate the opportunity for them to absorb your wish for them to avoid the same pain you have experienced. They have to be willing and accepting of your inspiration. They will not accept any words of encouragement until they are willing to embrace them. You may need to repeat those words more than once until they can see it for themselves. Frustrating as that may seem, the want to clear the soil so that optimism may bloom, patience may be needed. Hold on dearly to their need to reach out as a small bud would in soil. You can nurture that need and wet their appetite to your desire to help them bloom. Reach their fullest potential. You cannot force them to see. No matter how hard you try. No matter how much you want to help them avoid the pain that you have had. They will only accept the advice when they are open to it. Don't take it as disappointment or a sign that your experience isn't worth listening to. Understand that it will sprout and bloom on its own accord and in its own time. Sometimes it is delayed, sometimes immediate. You nor them can bend it to your will. It happens at the right time.
Yes, you see the flower that is before your eyes. It may be that the flower does not see itself as such because it is merely a sprout and cannot see the beauty that is unfolding. Patience is wisdom. Understanding is enlightenment. When they both meet, wonders can happen. Neither can embrace it or help it to be without understanding the other's role in footprints in the soil.
Be thankful that you have someone seeking your guidance. Appreciate that you have someone whom you can reveal your deepest desire for them to reach their maximum potential. Together, you can uncover what may be hidden in a seed. Ready to bloom. Likely to flourish.
"Just as treasures are uncovered from the earth, so virtue appears from good deeds, and wisdom appears from a pure and peaceful mind. To walk safely through the maze of human life, one needs the light of wisdom and the guidance of virtue." ~Buddha
