Pet Peve or Cranky This Morning?

I read the local online paper every morning without fail. I read the articles and sometimes the comments. I know I live in the deep south. I know the education isn't that great here, but really, must people who can read but not write post idiocy? I understand why being angry at the press for not letting us know we have a child molester in our midst since June but why say anything if you cannot speak proper English? Hell, even basic English would be nice. Some of the comments made were so bad I couldn't make heads or tails out of them. Isn't that what spell check is for? I know our schools here aren't THAT bad. This has to be a dropout rate showing through this morning or something. How can a person be able to read and not be able to write? Don't reading and writing go hand in hand? I thought they did. I suppose I shouldn't complain. After all, they do at least sound like they have morals in wanting the molester off the streets. Its just so aggravating to try and read something that should be very easy to read.

My head now hurts from trying to untangle the posts and turning them into somewhat of a proper statement or two. *Gasp* It makes me want to go out and teach adults some basic steps for writing and for using a computer. Turning on spell check would help a great deal I think. I don't know, maybe I should stop reading. I don't want to seem to critical and I certainly don't want to sound like a prude. It just doesn't make any sense to me that's all. as she goes grumbling to the kitchen for coffee

Irene

As hurricane Irene bares down on the eastern seaboard all I can think about is the flooding she will cause. Living in New Orleans during Katrina the wind was bad and destructive but it was the water that made it so hard to recover. There was water everywhere. Irene isnt what they would call a major hurricane but she is dumping a record amount of water. I remember Floyd when he sat over land and just wrecked everything he touched. Irene is predicted to hit New York city. there are a lot of folks scoffing at it because it doesnt have a large number attached to it.

The smell of mold is burned into my brain. Law suits over poisoned dry wall and bad contractors and scam artists. Hospitals and doctors offices over burdened with symptoms they have never seen before. People needing medication for shock and stress.

Natural disasters affect more than the land. Run, run as fast as you can and dont come back until everyone says its safe to come back. Save yourselves from the emotional trauma, physical agony and mental anguish of a natural disaster. There is no need to test your ability to survive, not this time.

blessings

a balancing act

After a trip to Miami for business, I have put myself into a very interesting position. My spirituality has taken a major back seat to my schooling and business. I need to start involving what I believe into what I am doing or I am going to lose what I have learned. How do I put cosmetics into a spiritual practice that honors the old and wrinkled? I wish to adhere to the ways I know to be true and this business contradicts it more than coincides with it. There has to be a way. I like make up and if I like it and can use it and be what I am so can others. So I need to express myself as myself and market myself as who and what I am. I am not so good at doing this. I wonder how others do this. Its all so very complicated to me.

Painting is easy to express within my spirituality. I have visions and I just need to paint them. Taking time out for my visions is the balance there.

I sigh and think... wow what to do next?

~blah~

I am slowly becoming disenchanted with many things as of late. I dunno, maybe I have hit a speed bump. I am finding so much wrong with things its irritating me no end. In my spirituality I am finding my path to be more and more alone and less and less "of family" In art I am finding I am a rare breed. I am attending a school where there are people so secluded from the worlds events they dont know who Phil Collins is and some fellow students snub the street artists and I dont think that way at all. I refuse to starve for my art. Its not about me its about creating emotion in others. My emotion is mine not someone elses.

For a long time I have felt at home with anything that has come my way now everything is different. Dont get me wrong, I LOVE my school and I adore my spiritual practice I wouldnt trade them for anything. I just wish I had someone to share them with and have someone understand.

Maybe Im just in a funk. I dunno...BLAH! I wanna eat my way through a chocolate cake and gallon of vanilla ice cream. I also wish I could recoil into a corner and wrap a thick wall around me. Im feeling so beat up and tired. I dont get why people dont get me. I dont get why I cant explain to people who and what I am and how I know what I know.

my summon for the raven

corvid raven
crow and rook
replace now
what mankind took

feather shine
like blackened silk
strong like steel
of shield and hilt

fly in light
so blackness see
soar at night
for mystery

send me signs
for knowledge gain
to answer questions
that remain

I thank you for
your guardianship
wisdom wise
from beak not lip