Saturday, July 31, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Flowers Bloom and Bridges Collapse
Point me in the direction of the sun and I will be reborn.
Marriage is about listening when you don't want to and laughing
because you have to.
Blood is a funny thing. It can tell you so much about a person. It can
control what you decide to do next. It can save your life. The wrong
kind can kill you.
Inspired by my friend Maria:
When struck by a crippling illness I for one am of the opinion that
words speak louder than actions because one cannot do much of anything
and we find strength in being able to speak out about our pain.
Title of my next chapbook: Volcanic Eruptions.
Title for memoir I may never finish: Lying Dormant
Where this all came from? Believing that while I may be still on the
outside deep within I am brewing words and thoughts that will soon
erupt and change everything i touch. And my ash will turn into
beautiful collectable rocks you will want to take home with you and
stare at everyday.
If you open your eyes long enough to see yourself you may be surprised
at everything you find.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
2. Police Man
3. Famous Super Star
Cocunut Water. Agua de Coco
1. Was there a hundred year rain?
2. Do seagulls fill the cocunuts with water every night?
3. Does the rising sun sweeten the water? Or what does?
4. Seagulls saving the water for when the ocean runs dry?
I need to find out the recipe for menudo.
Diego Dosent Care
1. Numbers turn into robots
2. Words turn into spiders and snakes
3. Moving fast is slow motion for him
4. Repeat from adults: Diego Doesnt Care
5. When teacher finds his interest he does great.
What will make Diego care? Is he a hero? He teaches the class something.
I could write a memoir about my relationship with my hair. Hmm I like.
Memoirs about medicinal side effects.
The water heals me. It brings me back to life it inspires me to do
more. Be more. Water wants me to be as useful and needed as she is.
Bertolino Bakes A Cake
Poem idea: Sex With Marshall Mathers
Saturday, July 24, 2010
My challenge, for the next three days is this: Whenever you feel the urge to update your Facebook status, you do something else instead. For example, if you're a writer, you write down a great metaphorical sentence, the title to a book, a funny character name, anything simple. If you're an artist go add color to that painting you're working on, finish beading that necklace whatever, just do that thing INSTEAD of updating your FB status. Now, the tricky part, or maybe the fun part about it is that whatever you go and do has to take as little or as much time as it would for you to update your status. (But if it spurs to keep working, then hey who am I to stop you?) Now, if AFTER you've done that other thing you STILL feel the urge to post, then go right on ahead, but maybe, just maybe you won't anymore.
So, for the next three days I will blog daily to let you know the "little" things I've been able to accomplish by resisting/redirecting the urge to FaceBook.
So far I have done the following:
1. Read my father's revisions for my children's book
2. Come up with two titles for two more children's books I want to write.
3. Outlined another children's book I am going to work on this afternoon.
ALL this by simply redirecting my urge to facebook ONE time this morning after my walk. BUT, I must say that I did still FaceBook after completing these tasks, but that's okay because I accomplished more than I would have if I were not challenging myself.
So Please, readers of my blog, I urge to take the challenge with me. It's only for three days, see how it goes and don't be afraid to share with me and with others what you've been able to accomplish!
Be Still. Be Well.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Part of the simplification process that I started about a month ago asked me to list the five most important things in my life, and to only do things that fit into one of those categories. And about 90% of the time over the last month, I have done just that. (With the exception of house chores, but I don't think I could ever get rid of that part of my life...sigh...)
My priorities went like this:
1. Spend time with Lupe
2. Manage my health (eating right, working out, resting, resting, resting)
3. Spend time with family and friends.
4. Write (work on artistic projects)
5. Strengthen my spiritual life.
And, I think thus far I have done so many of those things that it really is improving my quality of life. I have seen wonderful plays with Lupe, friends and family, I have eaten at great healthy restaurants, I submitted a children's book and an article to be considered for publication, I was a part of the Word Around Poetry Tour, I try to meditate once a day, I took a freaking pole dancing class and I've helped raise money and awareness for the scleroderma foundation. I feel pretty damn good about myself. I only hope I can keep it up, once my bank account requires me to find a job.
At the end of the day we all have things we could improve about ourselves, but I have found, despite what many may inherently believe, that we should be proud of the things we were able to accomplish in a day and not harp on what we didn't or why we didn't. I'm all for trying to be a better person, but my existence cannot revolve around that, I believe that I have many great things to offer and if I just spent all my time worrying about what was wrong or not "perfect" then I wouldn't enjoy the good things I already have and can do well.
I am looking forward to a better year, to better days and hopefully to a healthier future. I am ready and willing to face the challenges that may arise in the process and I know, that no matter how tiring it may be, taking life one day at a time is all I can and want to do right now.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
There are 3 words and one card
That will separate you from them
And one job
And no deductible
Means they have cancer/or they have AIDS/or they have lupus
But they can’t get treatment
Because no job
Means no benefits
And they become invisible.
And those three words that changed their lives
Don’t change the facts
That no doctor will see them
No hospital will treat them
And they can’t get medication
Unless they’re willing to pay out of pocket
For overpriced, name brand generic drugs with deadly side effects.
It’s the single black mother who woke
With a butterfly rash on her face one day in May
And suddenly needs a heart transplant.
You don’t see her because she hides behind her visor
As you remind her that she forgot your fries
And she patiently sighs and averts your eyes.
And that one job
With no benefits
Means she won’t get treatment
And yeah, she just might die.
And it’s the 45 year old non-smoker
Divorcee with a tumor in his lungs
That was let go of his power plant job last month
And can barely afford his rent working part-time
As a janitor cause every last dime has been spent
On herbs and tea that promise to heal and not steal his money.
And he coughs, as you step around his caution wet floor sign
And he holds his chest and prays it’s benign.
But you don’t see him
And doctors won’t see him
And one card and three words separate you from him.
And it’s somebody’s undocumented grandmother
You found convulsing on your newly mopped floor
Because the insulin she had to buy across the border wasn’t made right
And she’s slowly losing her sight
And now you only see her because you have to find a new house keeper
And she begs you not to call 911
Because she couldn’t afford the bill with what you pay her.
And no job
Means no benefits
And one card
And three words
Keep them invisible
And make them invalid
Because they can’t get treatment
And now, you have leukemia
And you have diabetes
And you have MS
But you can’t get treatment
Because you don’t have benefits
Because you have a disease that causes dis-ease
In a company that doesn’t want you healthy
If I keeps them from being wealthy.
And the blue, united, health care cross shield of texas
Doesn’t know you
And the doctor won’t see you
If your’re self pay
And the pharmacy can’t give you anything
To make the pain go away
And all you want is a job
Or an answer
Or a pill
Or an empathetic gesture of understanding
But that one card
And that one job
And those three words
The pre-existing condition
In a pre-existing system
To keep you