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November 28, 2014
Lol, Don’t trip!
I just met him that night and when he apologized for tricking me, I told him, “For a min. you made me the happiest person in the world.” Miss Lisa, what will you think of next.
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November 26, 2014
We talked …before I left.
I am just back from visiting my family. We talked while I was there, I have a young neice and nephew where I was. My nephew is a solo music Artist and like most artist’s I know; seeking direction. He asked a few questions to see is it just him struggling to thrive as an artist. I explained, first there is no one way of doing things. You don’t have to go by rules you didn’t make. But, if it takes some time, don’t be alarmed it happens I’m proof.
He said, How ironic because, ��you were the first person to encourage me to pursue Art. I explained it never goes away, I tried to ignore it but that didn’t ��work. I felt like the world was waiting for me to figure it out, you know. What great thing was I born to do and for the life of me I didn’t know what it was for a long time. The rules I was putting on it would change, as I grew older. Nursing in the mental health field wasnt it though, it worked for a long time until, it didn’t. But, in spite of being medically terminated from my job, it had already done all it could for me at the time. Forcing me to address once again what my purpose was. In retrospect it was meant to happen that way.
I ��knew of it all my life. But, somehow life didn’t agree with it at first or I didn’t. I was not encouraged to do so either. I didnt trust my judgement, as a result. I never wanted that to happen to you. Fate can be ignored and happiness still exists. But for me it was more than that, I feel a responsibility, I don’t know why, i just do. I’m okay with it now.
I ��like the idea, of doing “what I love” or better said, “what I ��feel is meant” for me to be doing in life now. The feeling I have from finally knowing “what” to do now is tremendously empowering. Though, I feel it was a process for me that had changes. I think my purpose or how best to express it, had to get to the point of doing so. ��Finding what and how to best offer to others, what serves my purpose in life was a task I ��had to complete.
Yet, its not enough, only for me to like it. Nor does it mean, making a living from doing so is wrong or not important; love of doing something isn’t enough to live on. Not for me anyway. What would be the point in doing that, not making a living, I mean. No one likes, a “failure to thrive” baby, so to speak lol but, is a perfect example of what I mean to show you here. I don’t like them either, really who does. Because its a failure, on the part of others to show loving affection to the infant. So, as a result ��they don’t thrive. Somehow, that is a sin in my eyes as much as, not figuring out what it is that suits you.
Doing what we love means, everyone or most others need to love it too. Or why, be doing it then. Clearly, one must believe they are pretty good at doing whatever it is, at first or that’s a problem. “Can you imagine, finding your purpose and not being very good at it.” He said, “Yes or even worse, not feeling good at it.” “It happens all the time,” I ��said. But, what lets you know it’s the thing for you, is knowing inside, you are really good at it. That does not mean, not to practice it in order to get really good at it. You don’t start off knowing everything about it at once.
But, I have seen those tv shows with talent auditions; shaking my head watching and thinking “Now you know, you don’t sound like a famous singer.” I don’t happen to believe, in lying to myself and doubt some of those people have the feeling, I’m speaking of. There are standards, there should be, of course. But, if they have it, I ��think they should pursue it. Regardless, of what anyone else says. But, you have a responsibility to get good. Lol!
Showing others, to see if they share or are moved by my loving passion for what I can do, is a challenge or chore to comply with just in doing so, itself. Not knowing is worse, though. And in order to be noticed; after showing others they need to feel the same way I do, also. That usually, means getting paid for it if we agree, I think. Which, helps with loving it.
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November 22, 2014
I’m happy, to be doing, my part.
My nephew was asking, what do I like to read. I always feel guilty now, when asked this question because, I am being called a writer. My book is nothing like what I read. I don’t read the things most others read. At least, I don’t think, so.
“The Egyptian Book of the Dead” who reads that. I do, I like to read that sort of thing. The principles of “MAAT,” the “Bible” over and over again. I like to read about the “Mayans” and “Magnetic Fields” I read topics. I read them because, I am convinced I’m psychic and those topics all relate somehow to everything in my life.
So, there you go. I am on something else, I think. I know, there is so much more to the world we live in than can be seen or touched. I have so much in my head, I share part of myself in my novel. I am still learning about life. I tell you what, when I figure it out, I will let you know.
But, I do have a story that is nothing like my novel. I’m still working on it, most interesting story. It’s about being psychic. I have had conversations with others I never met before. Yet I knew what they were going to say when we met. You know that’s weird. I have had the most interesting life, I think, I seek knowledge constantly. “No grass growing under my feet.” My grandma used to say, LOL! I think it will all tie together, with my present novel one day. Life is great, I’m glad to be sharing my part of it. I feel guided by a greater purpose, I’m not sure what that is yet. I aim to find out.
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November 20, 2014
‘The Hypocrisy of War’ – dedicated to All Veteran Soldiers
i love you. i want to be you when i grow as a blogger.
Originally posted on Kendall F. Person, thepublicblogger:
131,000 military veterans are homeless on any given night. - U.S. Department of Veteran Affairs
in 2012, 301 soldiers were killed in combat. 349 took their own lives. - Pentagon
30% suffer post traumatic stress disorder. ptsd is a mental illness caused by suffering an event of intense fear, helplessness or horror. uncontrolled panic attacks may be induced by sudden loud noises or a real or imagined threat. – Mayo Clinic & NY Times Health
The Three Soldiers photo courtesy of Wally GobetzThe Hypocrisy of War – a saga
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dedicated to All Veteran Soldiers & Their Families
There is a complexity to California, no reference to the south.
Northern California actually runs north to south. Bordering Oregon on its top end, and splitting Fresno to the south. While a richness abounds all over, there is a certain vibrancy, that only runs east…
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November 18, 2014
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November 12, 2014
A poem for you! – You said, “What a pity, to lose them.”
I am touched by your sincerity and devotion to my work.
A poem below, for you. My editor hasn’t touched it, yet. I did the best I could, alone.
I write like I talk. Don’t know if that is good or bad, but here you go. : )
i want you to enjoy, reading it. (Poetry is not my strength)
Recognize we are part of God; divine in face value.
Let your will be done, whatever is wished, fulfill your desires with passion.
There is a spark emitting inside each and everyone. Ignited it becomes much more.
Coming out of a fire’s blaze is the place where, we once originated.
Our highest self, uses the spark as an ultimate illumination, meeting love.
Then, we know it, for the first time.
That’s it.
I wrote it as a departing poem to my friends when, I left for Malaga, Spain.
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November 5, 2014
On being called a writer
I found it interesting and ironic that Angel had worked for many years in mental health but had such trouble connecting with the therapists and mental health people in jail. I imagine I would feel the same way in her situation…I would want people to actually empathize with me rather than seeing me as someone to manage per their training, or would just not be ready for what they had to say. Can you speak to that aspect of her experience a bit? Did the work you did in that field influence your writing?
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Well, she didn’t feel the psychologist there could help her get the answers she needed. Therapists guide toward one’s own resolve of issues, that wasn’t going to come from anyone around her then. Angel is a mother first, so her first concern was to take care of her son not herself. Angel connected with the jail staff whom she felt could help her get what she needed. To see him, make arrangements for her son’s visit. Jail is a place to be housed, not get therapy. It isn’t prison with a lengthy stay her sentence was only, 45 days. But, still too long to wait to see her son under the circumstances.
My work influenced my decision to write about it, because of my training I knew it could help process my own emotions. I based my story on my own life experience with my sister’s suicide. Also, it’s not so simple of a task to get through it, in jail. No one knows, including Angel, what are the circumstances are or any real particulars about it. Questions have to be asked and processed. A lot of questions about it were unanswered. Angel didn’t know what she needed yet, from anyone.
I chose to tell the story from the perspective of the character Angel, because I felt most comfortable from there. I felt she was the only person, I could think for in the story. Also, to tell from one point of view as in life. Whoever, one identifies with in the story perhaps, can see themselves through Angel’s eyes and be influenced to purge some emotional baggage or have a clearer understanding of family problems. To use as a tool to identify, relatable misunderstandings of the reader if possible. When is it okay, to hold back the truth from someone you love? With the best intentions it can be devastating.
I don’t think I know, enough about life yet to write from any other perspective. I have to like the character for now to be them in my writing. I need to understand them to convey the essence of who they are.
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