When things happen and they fall into place the connections start to fly. Sparks shoot out and the beginning of a story needs to be told. Sparks flew from her fingertips as the words fell out and onto the screen of my technological device
Conscience? Coincidence? Co-in-side I love it when things are familiar and random at the same time
i am in search of a spirit guide of mine that is willing to communicate with me maybe even assist me in the writing of a book inviteing creating co-creating i am a willing partner i need to let go of the grammatical and sort of things that accompany the wrtings of spontanecous flowage and even in the creation of new verbage the just of the story will be told the truths will unfold even if i may become hung up on an occational rhymage it will just happen to be at this time i am listening to a wonderful sound i located this on youtube i am going to include the link IQ and Creativity Increase – Rain fall Binaural Relaxation two in one
at every moment that i am aware and able i will note and give mention to any additional help i may have rec’d i will not ever never intentionally plagarize any one ever but as we are a collecgtive of info that we aquire over time and lige we will just do and repeat what we learn what we hear what we see what we read it is ineveitable that such things will happen
and as i am completely and totally brand spanking new at this i will discover and grow literally right before our own very own eyes i will grow and expand and learn and this will develop and flourish and blossom and bloom and the fruits of the flowers will appear and we can share the love and phenomenal bliss that will absolutely appear before our very eyes
i also wanted t o make note of the fact that at this point i am going to start
and restart with my introduction
how do you identify yourself? are you a mother or a friend? are you a poet or a mechanic?
i am a young woman of 46 years old. i am a mother and a wife, a friend and an artist.
today i was an administrative assistant, secretary, the driver of a chevy truck as i drove myself to work and drove nathan’s uncle brian and myself home from work afterwards.
I also played the role of a receptionist answering and directioning telephone calls, making copies and scanning documetns. I packed folders together with brochure for the boss to take with to california for the trade show. i did customer service and assisted people about the machines they need serviced and maintenanced i delgated my daugther, Corrina, to clean as we are in charge of the custordial aspect of the compnay as well.
Tonight as a mom as i tucked my son into bed and we picked out school clothes for tomorrow. i sat down to my laptop to put my hands, body, mind and attention to the idea of a blog that i have long been thinking of doing.
I am an artist as i plan my next creation of a pendant – my first attempt was completed last night using a photograph of my beloved husband and another one featuring the two of us together – these pics are set back to back in the windows of my pendant shaped like a rectangluar locket that hangs alongside the metal disk with the word ‘adorable’. I proudly wore my new pendant to work today. i enjoyed it and i was also proud of it as my own creation and also as representing the relationship of our marriage.
Tonight i spent some time alone with nathan as we lay down after work in our usual fashion of resting after a long day at the office. thou actuality the days aren’t always long sometimes they are much much too fast… as a matter of fact i am looking into the fact that these days that are zoom-zoom-zooming by so fast are in need of a little sludge under the tires. a little bit of sinking sand to dig into – what would it take to slow the wheels and momentum of progress and time? Time – it fly when we are having fun, it drags when we are waiting for something fun to come along. When we are full of anticipation and longing for the excitment of an event the time can get stuck on slo-mo and even seem as tho it can do the two steps forward and one step back, then all of a sudden POP-goes the weasel and POOF the time has arrived and i am racing racing racing to not be late, I have run out of time and run like that poor chicken we’ve all heard about…you know the one who lost his head and didn’t stop running; he ran without his head because he literally lost it and the motion of the reactive legs didn’t cease regardless. also i feel as tho the reference is that, this chicken doesn’t realize what he is doing or where he is going and he doesn’t really care…he is just running for his life but it has already ceased so it is for naught hmmm that is a terrible thought, as he can run and run and run but essentially he is pushing his life blood literally from his body to a faster inevitable demise; spurting blood everywhere in the process. i have actually witnessed this event in my own life without intending on doing it. i stumbled upon the slaughter of the chickens i was not supposed to make pets out of. i was not able to resist naming them and making them my freinds and pets. they were purchased as tiny fresh chicks so that we could raise them to gather the eggs of the hens and cook the roosters for meals. i did at that time and now again at this point in my life am actually able to eat chicken again and make the good’old chicken and dumplings from scratch. WOWzers, that was a first hand glimpse into the train being derailed and completely jumping tracks in my wonderful beautiful creative and lovely mind! Train train jump jump what the heck the thing was simply derailed. Moral of the story; do not let your overly sensitive animal loving child be witness to the slaughter of an animal for any reason. Especailly an empath child. I freaked out. I cried and screamed…I ran to the front of the house and stood outside. I couldn’t get in the house from that door it was locked. I made someone go in the back door to let me in the house. The chickens were then plucked or whatever and bagged for our freezer. the ones in the freezer were down in the basement we had a large white chest freezer. as my older brother Stu took me to the chest, he opened the large heavy lid and we peered inside at the off white plastic bags that wrapped around each of the carcasses that represented my old friends. my bro, Stu, then proceeded to point from Right to Left at each circular stiff frozen off-white colored frozen solid block of chicken ice and as he stuck his index finger in the direction of the first one he said, “That one is Black-ita. That one is Chick-ita. That one is Goldie. That one is Three-Toes.” etc…he made the rounds and used all the correct names. I was a vegetarian for ten years after that.
OK now back to who I am; I am the youngest in a family of three children. I am the only daughter. My parents were married until death that they parted. My father went 10 or 12 years before my mother. He had emphysemia and his demise was a heart attack. My mom was a lost and angry person. She struggled to find her way, she’d been “Al’s Wife” for many many years. She was a stay home mom. She was crafty and artistic. She knew how to crochet and knit. She could sew anything anything you needed or could think of. She could paint and draw and doodle. She’d aspired to be a writer even if only for greeting cards and poetry. She cooked and baked deliciousness from scratch from memory. It is seriously unfortunate that the recipes passed away with her, yet I do belive that i may just be able to retrieve some of them through the beautiful gift that i have of psychic abilites and my open minded ness towards learning through dreams or maybe remembering through self hypnotism…hmmm i am just not absolutely certain how i will regain those wonderful memroies. the one i miss the most is that of kumla. a large dark gray potatoe dumpling made in boiled ham some even will have a ham surprise in the center. i love to cook and bake but only if i am not ever ever ever critisized you probably shouldn’t even joke about it i don’t think that it’ll fly at all. tread lightly or even better yet…don’t tread on me.
Personally I am a lover of the words,the written word, the pun, the word play, metaphors, oddities, annonmalies, cliche’s and multi-meaning words, I love that there are two different types of compliments. The compliment is paid to one who does something well or looks nice for example. A complement is when one thing goes well with another, i.e. gravy complements mashed potatoes nicely. my husband compliments me almost daily on my fine looks and we complement eachother in a matter of appearing as a yin-yang…the outward expression of emotions with a raw and ragged edge may just need to be run by me prior to being set-up and used as a suggestion in a situation of constructive critisism in the work place of an employee / co-worker of ours that may be in need of a reprimand or something along those lines if you know what i mean.
Also I have been in search of a word that represents the love that I have in my heart, the love that I have for my husband best friend lover love of my life. We’ve been together for many years, more than half of the lives that we’ve actually lived here and now in our current bodies – currently our residential bodies we inhabit have know eachother for longer than we have not. We met at the ages of 12 and 14, mere kids babysitting other peoples kids we were across the hallway from eachother in a apartment complex in mound call Langdon Bay Apartments. The time in our lives when we were professing the love we had for eachtoher was another TEN YEARS LATER! how unfortuante that we’d waited that long, yet i think we were karmically designated to do other things before we could be toghert. we had other commitments we needed to fulfill before we could devote our minds bodies and souls to live together and team up together to raise our three beautiful children. Nathan being an only child born to a mother that was an only child, whose mother was also an only child…well he thought, “we are only going to have one child”…HAHA, in my mind i knew i wanted way way more than only one baby. in fact i wouldve gone much further than only three beautiful babies of our own.
WOWzers tonight it is late as after MIDNIGHT! G’nite gnight knite Night NITE-All Love you love you to the moon and back, from the book GUESS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, the father nutbrown hare and baby nutbrown hare as my mom and I read this over and over to my beautiful twin baby girls. I love love this book. I love this saying. I am a bit saddened that it has become as popular asit is but ahh such is life. Good night. I’ll eat you up I love you so… and Max said, NO! (from Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak) a phenonmenal book i love love!
if I could tell you one more thing 