Sisters and Life

I take too much for granted in this life I have.  Things that seem insurmountable to me would be a daydream for someone else to have.  I'm emotional at the moment dwelling on my sister, whom I admire profusely down to the very acidity of her struggles.  

She shrugged off my admission of admiration, and I can't take offense because I know why.  Believing in something makes a person vulnerable.  That's what my sister is, vulnerable.. and I can't stand the fact I am powerless to ease her hurts. God how I want to.

One thing I can do is put these words out there.  I admire my sister because:

1.  She happens to be an amazing mother.

2.  She is thrifty.

3.  She is brave.

4.  She has dreams.

5.  She improvises.

6.  She sings.

7.  She gives.

8.  She loves.

9.  She cries.

10.  Her children are her heart.

11.  She loves her family.

12.  She has grown up.

13.  She tries hard.

14.  She doesn't give up.

15.  She is funny.

16.  She is proud.

I could go on and on but I'm so glad enough time has gone by that we have become close friends.  I can't imagine not knowing her or needing her, because she is always there.

Lionel Richie: Find a Way to see Him in Concert

Before I back up the title of this blog topic, I want to put a question out there.  Do you realize how quickly we are moving through an age of the most brilliant and influential musicians of our time?  WE are.  'Elvis: The King Lives On' doesn't phase people these days because that's all they care to know about an American Icon.  I live to love music.  And the more history I learn, the harder I find myself scrambling for tickets to see these legends; people simply have forgotten the beauty of our roots in the glaring lights of Pop Culture and Reality shows.  PAY ATTENTION and enjoy, but remember too.  Whitney Houston is GONE and I never saw her in concert, oh how I wished I had... and Michael Jackson too.  Appreciate live music for what it is.  To me, a band live most of the time has more raw artistic sweaty galvanizing clarity and passion than what the radio or social media put out there.  Its personal.

On July 4th at almost midnight I found SALE tickets for Lionel Richie for $20 each.  I was SO grateful I didn't miss this chance to hear the man whose songs I know by heart.  My radio dial stops immediately of its OWN volition when I'm in my car "Dancing on the Ceiling" singing as loud as I can not giving a rat's ass who is eyeballing the Buick with the crazy woman shifting gears in time to the beat .. and "jamming in the street" at stop lights.

The above clip is blurry, but its short and beautiful..All music belongs to Lionel Richie, thanks.

Now since I'm confessing all, THE COMMODORES?  Lionel Richie sang 'BRICK HOUSE' last night.  I shook my winning hand shamelessly in glee because I really wanted him to sing it, but didn't think he would.  Amazing.

The concert began at 7:30 with CeLo Green, who impressed me more live than he does on the Voice.  He was vibrant in song, which is a quality I love.  My husband didn't even know he was the opening act and he was so appreciative of the date we had planned entirely by me.

The rest of the night, well, Lionel Richie blew us away.  US being the entire crowd.  I hugged my John close and turned around and the audience was beautiful.  They were hugging, loving, smiling and world peace felt achievable right in the middle of Hello while looking at all the faces.

Do your life a favor if you can.  Go listen.  Take it all in.  The sounds. The music.  The crowd.  If you have never heard Lyle Lovett live, you are missing out on Magic.  Willie Nelson, not seeing him is just wrong.  These are some of the ground breakers, they are the greats.  Seize your partner and be amazed.  And SING!

And well, I wished I had my camera out for one memorable moment of the night.  Watching a guy eat a corndog.  After that I kept looking for corndogs, but alas, there were no hungry males.  *sigh* It was hilarious!!

Calling Simple

I forgot what you sound like.
You're getting more distant than..........................................

Maybe getting to talk to you
Should be some string
tied between two cans.

You CAN _______________________ CAN I?

Say Hello? ------------------------------------ Hello?

"Operator, I need an exit"

"OK, Go upstairs, open the door, turn right, go through three doors, it will be ringing.."

[oh yeah, not the matrix] 

A friend inspired this thought.
I need them.

Lost:Dictionary Definition with Commentary

Merriam-Webster’s

Definition of the word:  LOST

lost adjective \ˈlȯst\ : unable to be found for I am a daily endlessness whose compliance dulls the mind.  Into the background I am everywhere: camouflaged of heart.

: not knowing where you are or how to get to where you want to go : unable to find your way And I so believed Dr. Seuss’ Oh the Places You’ll Go.

: no longer held, owned, or possessed Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..because sadly I can’t give the best parts of me away.

Full Definition of LOST

1:  not made use of, won, or claimed I want to belong in a way I think exists in my head.

2 a :  no longer possessed with the passion that burns within..

   b :  no longer known to share the glory of dreams.

3 :  ruined or destroyed physically or morally :  desperate to not show how true feelings are raw and desperate to find courage

4 a :  taken away or beyond reach or attainment :  denied I only know what I want in life is for me to find on my own, help is a liar

   b :  insensible, hardened I need therefore I chase my own tail...

5 a :  unable to find the way How can I trust anyone?

   b :  no longer visible because I am a housewife, the world is too busy, be content with mediocre.

   c :  lacking assurance or self-confidence :  helpless because I am afraid, not of being fucking amazing or sexy, but of just talking about my ideas.

6 :  rapt, absorbed I light little candles and hope I am not settling, and more time passes and the candle flickers..

7 :  not appreciated or understood :  wasted I have so much to share with the world, if the world will merely give me inspiration and galvanize me in some way.

8:  obscured or overlooked during a process or activity I still do not know what happened and why no one opened their mouth to defend our family honor.  And it is a goal of mine to gather my courage to do just that.

9:  hopelessly unattainable:  futile the realization no one around me has seen my true potential to make a difference.  It makes the word lost sad because when I reach this, they might miss it.

So, are you lost? Can you be found? Will you see, if I look.  I run with lighted candle. Tears abound at memories of feeling so lost I screamed... was there a sound?  Or did the reverie catch up with you?

Should you be lost.. and I find ... you ... will you be?

Ah yes,

Blind.

To be by Choice

Choices

That's what people always say you have.

Choices are questions.

Choices are ultimatums.

Choices are verbalized cop outs by those around you.

When you're by yourself, that's supposed to be a choice too.

I didn't choose this.

I don't even want it.

It's not my language.

Talking is my language.

Hugging is my language.

Words are my language.

Words spoke out loud.

I love you. I need you. I want you.

Those aren't choices to me.

They are statements. In my language.

Bridge the gap.  Get out of your boat and float in words.

Maybe then I'll choose.

Because then I have more than what everyone else has.

Your silence is deafening.