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?

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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

Responsibility

Today I read in the paper about a little girl who was three years old. She was a beautiful and curious child. During the Independence Day celebrations for her neighborhood block party, a large group of motorcycles ran the streets speeding around without thought and care in the world. The little girl stuck her head out between two cars to see where the noise was coming from and one of the bikes struck her so hard she went flying "like a helicopter" across the street and landed dead on the ground. The biker who hit her did not stop but the other bikers did. After a vigil took place for this little girl the biker turned himself in. He is all of twenty two years old.

The comments in the paper accused the mother of child of neglect. No child that young should be near a street without an adult. They accused the young man of cowardliness. He ran away.
Though I agree with both statements, I also have to think about how things like this happen. It was a block party. Everyone was there. Kids everywhere, adults gathered round. It was a day of relaxation.

The young man was speeding. He should be charged with reckless endangerment and many other things. How many of you know of young men who do things like that? What about the other young men he was with? Shouldn't they be charged too? I am sure the reason he took off was to save his own neck. I'm sure the people who were there would have killed him if he had stuck around. That, and pure guilt. Young people who have not matured, will run out of guilt. Nobody likes to feel that way, and his was the big one. He killed an innocent child. I cant imagine how panicked he was. I'm sure he was terrified.

Being from a neighborhood, I can see how something like this could happen. Being a mother of young adults I can see how this could happen. It just goes to show, you might be old enough by law but are you old enough in reality. Moms normally are very strict about where their children roam and who watches them. Young men shouldn't have a license if they tend to be reckless. Blame is always sought when tragedy happens. The fact is, it was an accident caused by two people being careless. If one of them, just one, had not been "as careless" this wouldn't have happened. Everyone knows you do not walk near painters on a ladder. Motorcycles shouldn't be speeding in neighborhoods, and children shouldn't be near the street.

I would like to say that I feel bad for everyone who was there and for all the people involved. What a horrible thing to have had happen. Bless the little girl whose name is Asia. Her Picture will be burned in my head for years to come. I have grand daughters her age and hope that they will be safe. I know in my heart of hearts that no child is safe "all" the time, Just like no adult is responsible all the time. We are human, and we all pay the price for it.

I will sit crying for this child and the people who will be forever affected by her birth, life, and death. this is so sad.

Perspective Then and Now

Did you ever notice that people who complain about things other people do, often do the exact same thing and don't realize it? Did you ever notice someone complaining about another person complaining? Kind of funny isn't it? I used to get irritated and sometimes down right angry at the irony that I see everyday. Now it makes me laugh. Sometimes I'm told that I just don't understand, and that makes me laugh even louder.

I was talking to a very dear friend of mine this week about all the stupid drama in her life. Drama about kids, court, health, her friends, her family and on and on she went. She was complaining about how complicated her life was because she felt the responsibility to straighten out everyone's problems. By doing this she has created her own problems. She has neglected herself to the point her life is miserable.

I have talked to her about her constant involvement with other peoples lives to no avail. I have told her about how it would affect her health, to no avail. She has now come to me with issues that nobody can do anything about because things have gotten way out of control. I wanted to cry for her but instead I laughed. She didn't understand how much I really understood her difficulty. Then I told her to stop, just stop. Stop asking me to fix something she did and will continue to do because she WANTS to do it. Stop complaining. Stop being stressed if it is something she wants to do. If she doesn't want the problems that go with it STOP DOING IT. Then I told her I was gonna kick her ass for letting it get this far. Then she laughed. She laughed at herself, not at me. She knew I was right, but then went to have lunch with a troubled friend with more issues than a full blown psychiatrist can shake a stick at.

When I hung up the phone I roared. I mean really...how? huh? HA HA HA HA OMG and WTF!

They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result. I don't know about that but it sure is funny to watch. I have grown so much in the past five years or so, that it is hard to see people in the same light as I used to. I cherish my friend because her soul deeply cares for people. I also cherish her because she makes me laugh. I cannot worry about her because this is how she wants to be.

Celebrate life!