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Ever feel like this?



Time Well Spent for a Good Cause

“A committee is a thing which takes a week to do
what one good man
(or woman)
can do in an hour.”

Edward Hubbard

All of last week was spent at our court reporter continuing education seminar.  During our business meeting I was nominated as treasurer of the state association.  I'm not going to tell my husband.  He'll have me impeached.  I have a very ugly track record with numbers.  I'm a word person.  I'm not a numbers person.  Feeling obliged to warn them of their assumed risk, everyone assured me that the job was not at all involved and my duties would be very limited.  Hmmm.  We'll see.  

At the same seminar, I also volunteered to serve on a committee that will be collecting data and statistics to address some ongoing issues that we are facing, and once compiled, the committee will be meeting with a panel of judges to hopefully arrive at a mutually acceptable outcome when all is said and done.  This WILL be very involved, and I knew it when I volunteered.  But I feel very passionately about these issues.  I want to see progress.  I wanted to be assured that those serving on the committee would not let this linger, drag their feet, and six months down the road show up and announce that little if anything had been done in working towards resolutions.  I've already spent several hours leafing through documents, researching and compiling notes and input.  It's consuming all of my spare time.  But I think I'm on a roll.  The brakes have long since stopped working.

Yikes.  That means little time left for blogging or doing other things that serve as a means of escape for me.  I can't escape.  Too late for that.  I'm caught in the middle of this web, and my work is cut out for me.  But I have a very good feeling about this already, and I am confident that we will be successful in our efforts.  We will.  It's about effort.  I am thinking positive.  This is a worthwhile cause and time well spent.

But one thing is for certain:  I will not give up my workout time in the mornings.  That's "ME TIME" in ink.  

There are priorities, and there are priorities.  It's a matter of sifting.  

There Is Something in October...

Stephan Moccio

I discovered this artist on Pandora.

(among so many other newly discovered passions)

THIS was my first exposure to him...

 

October

Okay.  So if you can listen to this song and NOT be moved emotionally,

you need to check your pulse.

 

I waited until this month to showcase this artist in my blog since

"October"

was my first love.

Yet all of his music is absolutely soul-stirring.

 

And that face?  Those eyes?  That hair?

What's NOT to love?

 

And since there are no lyrics to this song,

Ajay

I will just use the words to the poem you have shared with me in my blog on my last post,.

A Vagabond Song.

Thank you...I may never have heard of that poem if not for YOU.

 

 

A Vagabond Song

Thomas Wolfe

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

 



Here Comes Fall

 

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me

fluttering from the autumn tree.”

~ Emily Bronte

 

 



Reach Inside Yourself

 

"Creativity is a lonely art.

An even lonelier struggle.

To some a blessing.

To others a curse.

It is in reality

the ability to reach inside yourself

and drag forth from your very soul an idea."

~Lou Dorfsman

When I was getting my hair highlighted yesterday afternoon, I noticed a bag of chartreuse decorative pears sitting beside the door as I entered the salon.  Intrigued, I picked one up and began to admire the crinkly, glossy surface. I wonder whose these are, and why they've left them in this bag, seemingly discarded...?  I inquired of one of the stylists. 

"Oh, yeah, those are mine.  You want 'em?"

"Are you selling these?"

 "No, you can have them.  I got tired of them

-- you know how you do? --

and I'm just getting rid of them. 

If you want them, you can just have them."

 I tried to convince her to let me pay her for them, and she wouldn't hear of it.  Delighted with my new find, my mind began wandering...these are so pretty!  Twenty-three beautiful lonely, forgotten pears.  What can I do with these...something really cool...different...eye-catching...

I needed a new project. 

As I pulled in the driveway, the pot of mums beside the flower bed launched an idea...that weird chartreuse green hue coupled with a complementary red?  Marrying those two colors in dramatic splendor.  A deep faded "old" red, mixed with this wonderful shade of green...?

Eau yeah!

I sat the bag of pears on the bench in my kitchen and decided to let this one brew a while.
                                                        

 I'm waiting for the idea to climax in my brain heart.  And when it does, I'll know it immediately.  I'm excited!



Forever Abandoned?

 

I discovered this acoustic version of Brian McKnight's "Anytime" this week.

Listening to the melodic nuances

lured my mind to wonder about all things abandoned

and all the beauty left behind.

 

Acoustic...raw...enduring.

 

 

 

 



Moon Night

Moon Night

 Emerging twilight,

veiled in
an expanse of calm,
brandishing a familiar
Presence...
nature's shining light of Heaven
smiling down upon the earth in humble splendor,
watching over me,
bidding boundless and unconditional comfort.

Moon,

there you are again…

whispers my heart lovingly.

 I hoped I'd find you waiting for me.
 

With wordless dialogues

we speak;
a clear and quiet
piercing of my soul
a gentle release with every exhale,
exposing
every
past, present and future
utterance
of my heart.

Reassured, I smile.

I am uplifted
I am reminded
of all that truly matters ...
love.
~T

(Not crazy about all these images, but the music is amazing.)