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Magical Escapes 2004,11,11

Masti: "Roughly is to be Drunk on the here and now. It involves seeing the world clearly and whole and knowledgeable enough to fall in love with it. Perception is a prerequisite for achieving Masti." Seduced by the beauty of the world.

___________ Is a magical place of dreams... Where everything is possible and the best is just beginning. It is a timeless place where minutes are not numbered and the hours are sweet with happiness.

Explore. Discover. Dream India blog 1

Explore. Discover. Dream 2004, 11, 11

My first online journal entry. Exciting?
Soon I will be embarking on a Journey of a lifetime. It taken 2 1/2 years for this dream to awaken.

India is calling me. I have never been so passionate like this before.It is beyond my dreams. The People of India I find to be beautiful. Those I personal know. I never met such wonderful kind hearted people. I can't describe it. The food amazing. I feel at home. In its self it is beautiful. The music, turn it up. louder please? Enchanted. Yoga, like breathing,natural. Passionate..... Utterly delicious and beautiful.....

personal Legend 2004

Greeting friends!   Wecolme All!

This is my Travel Journal.
Here you will be find the lastest and greatest of my Travel Adventures through  Amsterdam and India.
*Pictures Too*

I want to Thank all my friends  /Family and... my Wonderful traveling Champion "The lonely Planet Guide to India" who gave me there support and help along the way  With my Indian Adventure. With you all, India is possible.

India! My love, life and passion.

Follow me, as she smiled to a land just beyond yours Dreams.

This Trip Is dedicated to my Grandma Lorraine, My Friend Olythia, S&S and the Moon Goddess.

P.S. IF you want to send me a personal mail please write my yahoo account.

Please realize that I might not be able to respond to everyone on an individual basis, that is why I set up an online journal.

   *WELCOME TO MY REALITY*

The remerge of my India Blogs.

My India blogs got hacked into a long time ago. If you go to that site, you will see someone else words, but with my name on it. Here I am. I will re post them all and edited them.

Yoga words

Written on Jan 20th, 2004. That is when the words came to me.

There is something so Gratifying
about being able to gracefully move into a posture
release yourself into a  fluid, flowing  pose. 

Fridge Manet Poety

Scream out you languid shadow
Through a smooth black symphony
What enormous eternity of beauty
Produces a thousand delicate visions
Of sweet luscious milk from a goddess
Worshiping tiny elaborate breasts
Lick the meat and smell the blood
Smear purple honey lust their moans
Delirious with power it manipulates
My urge to rip and chain her sweaty skin
Bitter death wants a repulsive wet tongue
Crushing men who please gorgeous juicy woman
Above this lazy moon and sun we drool rain
Like one red rust storm of love
His frantic places have sordid pictures
Flood fluffy chocolate

                                                                                      Inspired by Jeannine and John at a horror marathon party

why dont I have a new blog

I am currently have lost my Microsoft word and the two blogs that I was working on. I have no idea were the files went or how to retrieve them.

Disconnected

DisConnect



Technology seems to be taking over our daily lives and interactions.  I work at a grocery store. What better example as I witness our disconnectedness everyday. We are getting more and more disconnected from reality as we become more connected to our television, ipod, cellphone, video games, internet, and computers.  Experiencing interpersonal human interaction. We have lost touch with ourselves and it's only getting worse.

What brought on my alarm was one day, while shopping, a mom had her kid in the cart.  He was hooked up to his portable DVD player.  I thought that this was  bad because the kid will never be able to learn from his life's experiences because he never has any. 

• Then, there is the very good looking mom. I always adore her for awesome fashion sense, but we employees talk about her all the time. She only seems interested in her cell phone. she's on it every time she shops, the whole time. she shops often. Her kids constantly nag for her attention.  Cell phones appear to be far more important then anything else. There's the mom that came in with a cell phone in one hand and her ipod touch in the other hand. She didn't have hands left for anything else. 

• My friend also told me this story. While she was at her boyfriend's house, the two kids were in the living room sitting at opposite ends of the couch instant messing back and forth via their computers to each other.  If that didn't strike me as maybe something is wrong here. There was the couple on a reality t.v. shows, who were young teenagers, fighting about there relationship. The girl could not get her boyfriend to talk to her in person. The only way he communicate was via text, email, and facebook

•  On the Oprah show another mom appeared and they added up her cell phone minutes. Out of 1,440 minutes of the day. 8 hours a day she was on her cell phone. That was1 minute out of every three minutes she was on that phone.

How can you be here is this moment or even really have a relationship with your children? Then there was my A.D.D. book that brought it home. This can go for any kids regardless if you have A.D.D or not.

According to" Driven to Distraction." They quote one of the leading children psychologist. The question was. "How do I get my child to listen to me and to do what I want!?"  The answer was this.

•  Set a side 20 minutes a week. Schedule the time with your child.
•  Make it happen at the same time every week.
•  No taking calls, no making food, no bathroom breaks.
•  Just you and your child.  Doing what ever your child wants to do. Giving them your whole attention and not taking the time to try and do anything else.
•  If you are not able to keep the time, then you have to reschedule another time and day with you child.
• The 20 minutes a week is making a promise to your child, if you can't keep it then, you are not keeping your promise. In doing this you will be amazed of how much of a difference this makes in your child's life.

This really got to me. Parents don't  have time to give there kids time?  Why have kids? 20 Minutes a week is nothing. I thought it would be a whole lot more then just 20 minutes. This I found to be devastating.  With both working parents these day. Time to do anything would be impossible.  I do not understand people who have children only  to work and then put them in day care all day. 

The couples at the check outlines, we both be exiting on there phone at the same time. To whom ever. I don't terribly mind you being on your cell phone, as long as you make some kind of contact with your cashier. Then you get the person, who totally for gets and huff and puffs.They swipe the credit card and forget the rest of the steps. Standing there holding up the lane, having there conversation. Meanwhile, you realize, they forgot. You gotta push the next button, then they stop again, talking. You have two more button to push before your transaction is done.  Then you are the evil one for interchange the conversation. There was no"hi" or" hello" or anything.  Often the person checking you out, is all but a ghost.

I don't even know my neighbours anymore. In some places I know them and some I dont. The y2k the Major black out that happen for days. It forced everyone out of there personal space. Everyone was outside talking. People who never spoke, were talking. We had no cell phones, computer or anything to do but to interact with one another. It's sad that something so crazy like a black out had to happen to make people come together.

Kids too are getting younger with cell phones. I had a young girl in my lane, middle school age who for what ever  reason, stood right next to me and texted away. I had to ask her to move. She was on my space and on the wrong side of the counter. Then she flung herself on the otherside, arms stretched out and her head resting on the edge of my counter. I was trying to make room for the groceries to go.  She took up the whole counter space with her body texting.  Never, once stopping to even realize where she was or her body.

Then there were two kids  at the bar.  Each were hooked up to there own personal D.v.D player. That's two d.v.d players with two different movies going on.. I guess parents can be boring. Children have very short attention spans. I agree and disagree. Back in my day, you hooked up kids to get them out of your hair, to the t.v. when you got home. Now, you can do it all the time.

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Anxiety

All my life, I didn’t know what this feeling was. My mind goes blank, thoughts, searching, but nothing is there. My world goes blank, white, as if it were a piece of paper without words. It creeps up. A static white fuzz hovers over my emotions all day, like a bad TV channel that won’t turn off. It waits for me. A heavy feeling consumes my body, fills me up; a warm liquid sensation surges through me. This feeling might pour out of me, an explosion-combusting into tiny little pieces. What if it takes over me? I go, go, go. I cannot stop. It won’t turn off.

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Confession Of a Cleaning Lady

You think you know someone, but you really do not know someone until you clean their house. It was the end of my three hour cleaning gig for the Williams's  family. The husband reaches into his pocket to pay me.  We are talking some non sense conversation, somehow I don't let him get a word in edge wise as I keep interjecting. 'Aahh..." He said. I go rambling off again- the words unable to formulate from his lips. I stop and ask him." What would you like to ask me?" " You didn't put the chairs back in the right spot." " I didn't! I didn't!" How could this be? I hardly move the chairs.

My mind took a rewind back to last week, when I was conversing with the wife. '"Ja-Neen, when cleaning things, could you please puts things back in the same spot as you found them, especially our daughters things. She is very temperamental and it would be nice not to have to hear. " Mommy, Why does she move my things? Just minutes earlier my rag caught on the sequence wrapped around the lamp. Quickly informing the mom of my mistake. " From this moment forward do not move anything out of place. I can do that, easy. I go to the daughters bathroom, grasping the stuff lion in my hand as I directly pulled up while whipping the spot. Setting the lion back on the bathroom counter. My mind moves frantically. " O' Shit, which direction was that lion's tale laying?" Was that left, right or front? Moving the the tail, every which way." This is ridiculous", I puffed out. Hoping my precise placement was sufficient enough for the anal eye.

 Coming back to the present moment. "How could I mess up again this week, mumbling to myself under my breath." The husband walked me over to the set of three chairs. They look in the same spot as before, as what my eyes saw. He informed me that there were indentations left in the floor by the chairs and the chairs needed to be lined up with the indentations. I got it. I got it. Never move the chairs again. I leave quietly hoping next week I can get it right, wondering if I will get fired for my inability of not being able to put things in the right place. And I, yet again, knock over the glass jellies while vacuuming underneath the American Girl tea party table. Leaving the house saying nothing. I hope that the daughter realizes it is not out of placement as I was just doing my job.

Children in Da booz

The fascination in the booze. As a child, I didn't grow up with any alcohol in the house. I might of seen my mom drink maybe once a year at a pot luck. My dad told me all the time that drinking every day was not good.  When I came home with work issues, that  were so far out, dysfunctional and not making any logical sense, like I was in the middle of prime time soap opera." They were alcoholics and that drinking was not a way to solve your problems", he said.

The human interaction at work sometimes is so unreal to me. Get a  load of this S**T. Super bowl weekend and I just rang up the mother load of groceries. Finished, the women stated that she was waiting for her son to grab some groceries. When he arrived, it was another cart full of groceries. This was bad, with a full line of people, the next person waiting to go. The guy next waves me on  to ring up.

Look Mom!, Look what I got?  The first item was a bottle of wine he excitedly pulled out of the cart.
What was so special, let me see the bottle I ask?
 Nothing! I was an adult and the bottle looked so ugly by the label, that I myself, knowing nothin about wine as I am sure the kid didn't either. It looked like a boring person wine for old people, that can't see. The kid had not even reached puberty yet. I look over to the next guy in line. He was like," No comment."
Wanting to make conversation to figure out the story.
Is this all his food?
Yep, goes the mom.
He is really lucky, most parents scream when kids add an extra 25 bucks in the cart.
I told him it was Super Bowl and he could pick out anything he wanted.
How much was this what ever he wanted cart of food?
$90.00 dollars. I am exclaiming to myself
That a lot of drinks, I mentioned
We have a lot of people, the mom said. He had a cart full of juice and candy gummies.

The next one happened on Sunday Morning, with a two year old girl in the cart. She told," Mommy is so sad, she cant have her wine today"?

The grand winner of them all. Yeah, you think this is strange. It's real. I encounter strange stories and people everyday of my life.

 The mom is at the check out getting some beer. The child, her son is smacking himself on the face up teen times, while reciting every characters screen name and the actors full name in all the  Harry Potter movies while continuing to slap his face continuously. The conversation went something like this, not sure where it started, but it ended up like this. Her daughter had moved away and some sort of issue was going on.
She told me, the mom, that she didn't want her daughter to drink all the Kool aid crap. She would water down beer and give it  her daughter when she was little. All the other mom's would look at her like she was crazy.

This lady didn't understand why?  Next, she says, in a hostile angry tone blowing my way.

You wonder why I am an Alcoholic mom? The daughter tells this to her mom, and the mom is repeating the conversation to me.

Alcohol in pregnancy ‘makes kids develop taste for booze’

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This is The very Moment

How do we get to a momen,t if we are already in the moment? That is slowly escaping us. But maybe, we do not realize that we are already there.

She told me that her husband had just sent her to a$ 300 workshop about being in the moment. Meanwhile, she commend on how she is always day dreaming. Not knowing, that she was talking to ADD Jeannine. Yes, that is me. Who day dreams all the time, is mostly in outer space or not even here, but  in my own universe. I to have tried alternative therapies, little did she know.

There is being in the moment and being present she told me. You think after a 300 dollar workshop......!!! I  mentioned to her about  Kripula ( a yoga center in NY) which, 4 weeks I volunteered.    She told me she also went to Omega Instituted. another well known center for well being and yoga. But wait there was more.

Just when she was trying to understand " being in the moment" and" being  present" He husband told her about " Be here Now"  Which I knew was Eckhard Tolls Book, called " Be here Now"

She said wait!' To her husband. " I am  still trying to figure out being in the moment and being present, now you want to introduce to me "  Be here now." She said, " hold  on to that one!"

I try my hardest to kindly explain that all three things were the same. There were all about having an awareness of the moment, of the present, of the now.

No! She told me, they were all different


I tried my super hardest to explain in simple steps, they yet again they were all the same.  She had no idea who in fact she was talking to.

No! again, she told me they were all different according to her Husband.

 Who was she talking to?

She was talking to her cashier, who was packing all her food in brown paper bags.

She was talking to her cahire who was packing all her food in back, who was trying to help her make sense of the chaos in her head.  Who had a great idea of how confused she as she she too had spend countless hours pondering many questions, who still yet, can't make sense of all this being in the moment, who had a lot of knowledge  of...

That everything is a happening

Who studies dualities

beliefs are concepts that are not true

we limited ourselves by our beliefs

our thoughts are controlling our attention

thoughts are not arsing from us

our minds are the ones thinking

everything is a happening

energies, chakra, Hinui,Buddhism, tantra

meditation, enlightened, years of yoga

presonal experience

 Indian!

  I too, have been trying hard to always learn more and work on myself, which, if she had no idea was a very, very  slow process..

She told me,  after going to Omega and all the workshops that she has done, that she would be somehow maybe further or more together. It was something close to that, that I gathered in all the rambling.

I am nodding my head going. If you only knew me. I totally understating and hear what you are saying... I thought so too, after everything I have done.

Thoughts are concepts which are belifes

Belifes are concepts which come from thoughts

Concpets, come from thoughts, which come from belifes

You decide

( Great words and saying come from my  friend Susan)

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A morphed percetion of our selfs

Did you look at yourself. I did. I saw you, unlike you see yourself. I stared with my eyes, like you look at me. All of you with your comments. I stand still waiting on you, answering your undying questions, about me. All I can do is shut up and look at you.

I stand tall 5"8' and 1/4 I weight 113. I wear a size two long.  My body is long legs, straight lines, small hips, a long torso. Small frame, but lanky.

•  How much do you weight they ask
• Do you eat enough
• you are so thin
• you look like you lost weight
• Did you loose weight

 I just wanted to tell them. You're so fat and ugly.  You wear your make up like a slut. I think you have a spray on tan.  Your skin is so fried, it looks like it will peel off.  You have acne and a muffin top pouring over your pants. I know your have a boob job, they even look fake.  Do I asked you that. Do I tell you how I think you look.  We can say you are thin, but we can't say you are fat. Cuz saying your fat is rude.

Guess what? Your thin like me, maybe even the same size.  Did you know that? No! You see yourself as some morphed person. I can see you for you.  You are tall and thin like a stick with square hips? Maybe your a size five or seven or nine. Maybe sometimes I am a five too, just like you.

Every person who tells me I am thin. I look at you. What are they talking about?. You're thin too. You're glad you lost some weight? why? You don't need to loose weight.  We look at ourselves and compare our bodies to what standard?

Yeah, I got your old jeans, in a give away pile, they don't even fit me. But yet, you still think I am thin. Your not like me, but you are.

Yeah, I know I lost weight. I am pretty aware of my body at all times. I couldn't tell you, that I was losing sleep at night, stressed out as I was in the middle of divorce dealing with lawyers and a missing cat.   Although I have two jobs, I was still strapped for cash.  Realizing you make too much money to be in poverty, but not enough to afford professional help.

If you didn't know me as you like to tell me how I look. You were to afraid to ask. I eat a lot. I eat all the time. I work hard all day long with lots of physical labor. I burn food, faster then you can eat it. I can't gained weight. My twin brother tried eating sticks of butter, when he was a teenage, to gain weight. It didn't work. I can eat and eat like a huge fat person and not gain a pound. I know I lost weight, I am working on getting it back.  My whole family is thin like me

My crazy fat psychiatrist

wanted me to get some

Some Ass and titties

She told me

 She up my meds

I gained 35 pounds last year.

But all of you thought I was still thin

Did you know I  gained to pants sizes

In four months

My bust increased from flat, to a Small C cup.

It didn't make a difference

I even had fat on my stomach that I could grab with two hands

I had to give all my jeans away

I was too fat for a size two

I got to a size Six

My arms and legs are so long and I am so tall

No matter how much I gain

I will always  be thin

In your mind

you made me into someone

who you wish you could be

like me

But you are thin like me

Your too insane to see  or believe it

Maybe it's scary, because you are small and thin like me

You can't be that label, because you gave me that label

Admitting  to yourself, that your like that girl

who you see every time, wishing you were her

because you can't see yourself for you, but in her eyes she can

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Babies the documentary

Babies

I recently saw the documentary babies. The only thing I was told about it was that seeing how all the babies were born, there was something very different about the American baby being born. Did you catch the slight settle thing?

As I approach all the customers at work about this film. Part of my job is to make conversation. I ask others with children, babies or kids, if they have seen this great film. Not all seem to be  thrilled and rather apprehensive. Watching babies for two hours! One women remarked. "Sounds boring."   Babies! Babies! I am sure that hearing the words babies, might not conjure pretty images. People you've  got it all wrong.

I saw something much different then just babies.  The beauty of the movie is. It showed babies in the natural form. When and what they are doing, when we are not always looking.  The most common thing I hear parents telling their young ones. Do this or not that or what babies can and can not do.  The movie let the babies be there own curious wonders of the world around them. It was astonishing.   That babies are unafraid with wonderful personality and highly intelligent little people.  This movie heighten my perception of babies and definitely brought to the for front that babies are highly perceptive beings.





In da bath

We as people are always too busy these days to see what is really going on. I know this from first hand interacting with people and kids all day long. Working in a food store has more to do with children, then most can imagine.  To be continue in another blog. Although babies are not talking, they are, but with thier eyes.  ( All images from google)











Disaster Dates

  Dating!   The crazy dates in my life. They are rather comical  if not at sometimes disturbing.

Image from google

 We started talking online and I had seen bis picture. I was talking to this tall handsome man with long black hair. Who was much older than I.   We decided for our first date to go out to eat. To my surprise, awaiting a handsome stranger, at Olive Garden. He showed up in worn-out green sweat pants and sweatshirt to match on top of black velcro shoes. He was shorter than my 5'8" figure.  His hair was long and black, but he forgot to tell me he was half bald. He ate with only a spoon. He ordered pasta. No, not a spoon with a fork, just a spoon.

I must have told him my honest impression of what I thought of him. I remember that I rather freaked him out as he thought, I could read his mind. Maybe the eyes of his soul spoke words louder then he could ever say. This moment is a blur, but I picked up on something, not even knowing to my awareness what it was.

Then there was the date at the apple mill. He was too strange for words. While we were walking the paths and through the whole tour of the apple Mill. He kept pocking me in my belly button and giggling like I was his Pillsbury's Dough Boy. Half through the path, we arrived at a bench. He told me he wanted to massage my feet and to take off my shoes, cuz all the girls like that.

If I can't forget Lewis the looser, which I named him after our first date, not to mention a few other dates. He failed to never call or show up on two other dates.  A friend had urged me to forgive him another chance. He had help her in a really bad situation. He was after all a really great guy in her eyes.

He met me while at the Library as I browsed the Internet. He told me he was checking me out for a long time as he was not sure if I was a guy or a girl. I assumed this was much better than all my Internet dating. A real person in a real place. He asked me out on a date that night and told me he was able to get in free to the dance club Studio 4.

I arrived all dolled up, far from the image of the half girl half guy as he same me. The doorman took my faux fur coat and wow, I didn't spend a dime. He too was in a nice swanky suit as I didn't much judge him when he was in a baseball cap and sweats and sneakers at our first meeting at the Library. I had no idea I was going on a date with such a find. Yeah, I definitely thought he was well off.


Most of the night he mingled with other women. I was not the jealous type, so I let all the interactions occur. Meanwhile, I went to the bar getting free drinks and I danced with my self to the groovy beats. Thinking to myself while I spend a good part of my night with myself.  He was a regular and probably everybody knew him. He was self-employed specializing in door installment and locks. A master locksmith. He said he had business to attend to. So, I let it be.

On the dance floor not too far from my ear reach, he tells a guy he owns a house in Ann Arbor and rents out the extra rooms.  Mapping that down in my memory bank.   I go home with the guy. I arrive to find out that he actually rents a room in a house in Ann Arbor in the basement if all the places. He has no idea that I overheard what he really said about his place.

I  sometime in the night am informed that he asked me out because I was a TAX Write OFF. Glancing over at the bookshelf, I noticed two twin boys in his arms. I myself am a twin. Being a twin I Noticed other twins. Asking who they were,  his reply my nephews.

How did the Loser get into Lewis:

•  The boys were his sons
• I was a tax write off
• He had no connection, but just pay things off to make it look like he was all hooked up
• The business he had to attend too. I am sure was just a role. 
• The women. Looking back. He was a flirt, probably making hookups ups

I didn't see any of this. I just let people be, do there thing, who was I to be the crazy jealous date of a guy I hardly knew...

The computer guy who lives in an Eco friendly green house. His blog screamed narcissistic." He wants women to like him for who is" I am sure that's why he was dressed like a huge hobo, sneakers cut out to get that extra ware. His house and car told me he made lots of money. The clothes, did not hide the rest of his material world.
 Years earlier we had met for a brief moment, he thought I was cute.  I retraced my memory to realize, I had remember his whole outfit that day we met.

He had ask me in a phone conversation if I had read the blog about his x girlfriend who broke his heart, telling me her father was some regious cult, she was fucked up.  He told me, I could if I wanted too wikipedi her dad.

It not clear to me in what order things happened. It a blend of many phone conversation and one outting.

Getting into his car to heading to the pizza place with the rest of his employees. Tuesday was  pizza night. I again was cool not thinking much of this, maybe he wanted to feel me out before he had to embrace me just on his own. 
 I gotta excited and pointed  something out the car window." Are you going to clean that off, now?"  He siad after my finger left a smudge on his car window.  We hung out and ate pizza with everyone at the pizza place, meanwhile, he's on his cell phone working most of the time.  Back at his place, He walked up the staris. He asked me if I feel okay, him taking a shower. I sit at the only place to sit, his bed. That was a wrong move. I had my dirty street clothes on which didn't mix well with the bed.

He had a tramp stamp, never fully making out the words, I guess it to be DETROIT.

I was also informed of what I should be doing with my life currently. That if I had a cleaning business, that I should really be working on getting more clients, that's what he would do and I should be also getting my divorce, if I were in fact separated.

He told me he wanted a women to Bring home the Dough

Now, at my place of work, I get to see him daily.  With lots women. I look at them and nothing sparks my attention.. shes got money maybe?. He dresses well know. When I see him I want to ask. " Did you find your women who brings home the dough." It sure don't look like it?

He likes to lick things

His name will be Little Bean.

At work again, Little Bean sits across from me on the floor with tears in his eyes.
I say," What happened Little Bean?.
Little Beans outing too go shopping with mom always end him up in some trouble. Last time
I saw him in trouble, he again was sitting on the floor near tears. having to repeat ten times. " God, please for give me for my sins." He did something he was not suppose to do.He is five years old.

"What did he do," I asked his mom.?

Little Bean, likes to lick things, he ran his tongue all along the frozen cases.

Why?

He likes the feeling of the frozeness against his tongue.

He even licked a chicken . Which, I am not sure if it was raw, cooked, or alive. He knows he not suppose to do that, his mom says. utter something about germs.

"Does he think he is an animal or pretending to be one", I asked

" No"

I said, maybe your son is tactile. Maybe he is a sensory learner. He has too lick everything to understand his world around him. He could be a sensroy tactile learner. Kinetics to feels things.

"I never thought of that, maybe?"

Also, little Bean is full of energy. He likes to run around the ramped. Most of the people are annoyed by him and how he acts. another day last week. Meanwhile, while mom was talking in the check lane, out about complaining about going to the Di Isis, head of the Catholic Church, in Lansing. Little Bean, was on his own adventure, trashing the men bathroom, with water and toilet paper.

If I was not so dam perceptive. Yes, he might not be acting how he should be or listening to his mother and doing destructive things or doing things that get him in trouble. People, might think she has an out of controlled child. Other the whispering, that women does not know how too con troll her kid?

The bigger message is something more is going on here. In what ever he is doing, I feel is an expression, of something more deeper. He is five, but maybe he doesn't know how to say what he feels or knows what is going on. The message is clear to me.

Knowing his mom somewhat. I think she oblivious to it all. Little Beans always getting in trouble, always doing something not right. In this childish actions... saying

• Does anyone pay attention
• listen to me, I am here..
• There is anger or frustration
  

Who knows.

I read in my A.D.D Magazine, that often in the classroom or out, a child with A.D.D. gets the label bad behavior. They are not having bad behaviors.

Don't hold yourself back, Say it.

While at work today. I think my writing side screams. It just been so confused and not sure what to do. What I wanted to write about is controversial. My fellow co-work told me
,"It's 2010. You can say anything." The more controversy your blog is the more hits you get and the more money you can make. I suppose that if you want to make a career out of blogging. He gave me an example of the Solider Mom's Blog.

At the same time, I could write things to myself, never posting it publicly. The info, I have, the minute I tell someone and give a small sample or the name of the blogs, I have in my head waiting to be written. All I hear is.. That's gooood. I wanna hear more. Do you wanna add my stories?

But I am torn between not offending people and keeping secrets, secrets. If I could provide this information in a creative entertaining way. I think this is the force within, that keeps me from writing. Trying to be kosher yet not vulgar. Some how embracing this. That it is okay to go there. Realizing, that yet, there's no hiding this from the world. That being out there in the web I am public and my words can be found. There is not options to put the blog on freeze. Which I do not think blog sites have developed that technology. There might be a time when I wanna just freeze it. Shit can come back at you...

A very famous editor and writer once told me this about my writing. When I was approached about doing a piece for a book, after finding some of my Travel blogs. She states.
" I am racy, irreverent and naughty. Some how that caught her attention. It's there. I am fighting once again with the good and the bad.. I have already suggested that one of my articles might elude the word Penis. When people hear that. That word, being used, could be personal, but at the same time funny.

I lived through enough strange out there, not the normal. They did What? I share these stories with people all the time. Why not blog that story or that experience.

Which I am totally comfortable talking about Private parts and sexuality ect..... There are more subjects I could dive into, but maybe I am not ready too.

Also, I feel it is the same people who have open up there private lives, emotions and feeling to the world. blogs. I have gathered the most and best information about subjects that have helped me so much. I want to be able to be bold and UN afraid to say that... I too maybe have something to offer people. They don't know it yet and neither do I. I wish to do the same..... as other bloggers have done for me.... It's the courage to break out of the mold and talk about the sexed drugs, perverts people, and the dirty things

We all want to hide and or not talk about the shame. Yet, the shame is not so terrible. To break out to say what we feel... People! There needs to be a revolution!

I PERSONALLY have information, not found on blogs, that I know. I am not aware that it is out there. I also have first-hand experience, which, whatever it is that I want to say.

If it was not for some book, blog or person opening up too me, and sharing a life experience. I would not be where I am...... Communication.............. saying what you feel regardless needs to happen more. I guess that what I am working on. TO free my writer. To let anything I say, no matter what, be okay... acceptance from the world or not.... I might touch someone or nothing.

What to write for a Blog

What has been going on. I admire my other two blogger friends, one talks about food and the other about recycled fashion. They seem to have plenty amount to say on their subjects.

I find it rather hard to have a themed blog. What would mine be? What subject could I talk about everyday in and day out. Maybe their themes are the on going themes in there life? What would mine be? People- the things they say and Do and don't. They surround me each day in my work life. The settle interactions, going, around us. What would happen, if all the nose stopped. No talking, no sounds. If we had to listen like our eyes, but only have the ability to perceive through vision. What might we not pick up on. That maybe we are not aware of. This is the only reoccurring theme that grasps at me.

I, on the other hand feel struggled in my efforts to write or make sense of anything these days. I compose great stories while putting groceries on the shelves, or a customer will say something and it will spark my thoughts to move. Then suddenly like the wind came through and brushed me, going burr from the cold air hitting my skin. All my great, thoughts, stories, ideas and conversations disappear, like lines on tracing paper.

Words ( Kripalu)

• Until time years no longer
• Imagination of wonder
• Emerge in to this
• Exotic flavor for life
• This is there very moment

Fluid ( Kripalu)

Fluid
I free what waits within
To feel this
Wildness of self expression

The Movable awareness of emotions
A new deliciousness warms my feelings
To open up to the affection of love
I must dive down into breath