Have you ever been in one of those tricky situations where all the information is put in your lap? You know your head says you have the option to flee and that seems easy but your heart gets the better of you and your filled with compassion and together with the Holy Spirit you decide to move mountains for your beliefs?
When you are called to do something you don't ask why, you just know you have to because every thread of your soul fabric will not let you forget it.
In this situation reality was the foe. You just can't offend people at school - it's just not done. You can't insult people's care of their child or the way they raise their child in a happy living situation.
Teachers can be fired and schools will be sued. Even if I am allowed to talk to the family, there's no real way for me to help her, I'd have to give this to a real doctor and then hope for the best. If I'm wrong I suffer if I'm right and she's helped it would be worth it. Ill suffer either way; she wins.
Fatima was this under sized child with Soft black hair and dark brown eyes. She was quiet but she looked determined . I spent time watching her that day doing crafts. She barely spoke, she kept her hands hidden and she did not complain. Her beauty surpassed her timidity for me . I could see her heritage in her was much like mine. The farmer, hearty people who work with their hands taught to be tough.
Tiny children with adult expressions and silent voices ... I could not bear it. We had Kaiser, I was blessed to have had my hip checked and fixed when I was young I wouldn't have walked without a good doctor. I received extensive care for my children why couldn't she get the same treatment ?! I felt it directly effected my child as well.
The teacher spoke with the parent and she approved the set up meeting. I would simply talk to her when she picked up her child. After saying many prayers before hand, my graciousness surprised her and this is exactly what happened.
Hi my name is Liz, my daughter is in the class with your daughter.
The Mother says her name but I don't remember it, she speaks broken English. But she smiled when she met me I felt relief. I said I would like to take a photo of your child's hands and show them to a Doctor if that's ok?
She is quick to agree and Fatima knows me well enough that she hugs me. I ask the Mother to stand behind her child in the photo and hold her closely while Fatima holds up both hands . I take several photos with my digital camera and then I ask if she knows what it is. Fatima's mother could not hide her feelings she has tears and says she really doesn't . She is painfully sad and said that the doctor they see said it was fungus but it was not getting better. Somehow they just stopped giving her fungus treatment and gave up. How could you just give up??
When every finger is three times larger than it should be, nails are missing and skin is cracked and severely damaged to the point where your child can't use her hands -- you DON'T Give up. How can you give up on your child ?!
I say with blind faith: I promise to do what I can to show my very good doctor, a pediatric specialist, at Kaiser.
That same day I post the photos on a private web page i am careful because to put the name and age of this girl with her phone number could be a bad idea. I had to make sure it was private. I posted the other photos I had taken of the Apple dolls on another page .. and I realize I have a doctor appointment for my youngest child!!
I am fired up with this new information . I am feeling very close to doing what I promised and so far so good with my diplomacy. I'm led to wait in a room while my child is vaccinated by a nurse I've never met before. She's extra nice, talkative and comments on how important it is to watch out for infections. I was stunned as she spoke of infectious diseases and how she was fascinated by studying them. Coincidence??
I knew this was my chance.
I said I am really worried about this young gal I'm my daughters classroom- would you mind looking at this photo??
Well- she wasted no time- I watched her pull up the webpage and she was absolutely glued to it. Her eyes lit up, she called over the nurses, and said she would give it to a doctor... I left thinking .. I had done my part.
I gave it up to these people and trusted .. Hardest thing I've ever done. It was like giving a key to my house to someone i really didnt know. These same people just injected my child, they have access to my entire medical health history - I better be able to trust them!
~There was no room for failure.
Two weeks went by and I had not seen anything-- change or happen. I sewed Fatima gloves for her tiny hands and gave her tea tree oil. I took the time to custom make gloves for her to look pretty and she was using her hands more. It was a band aid fix. She was still in severe pain.
Then I'm thrown off by this: called into the Principals office!
I am chided, chastised even for getting involved with Fatima. I'm yelled at, and he said-- I had no right.no right to take her photo, no right to speak to that parent. He claimed I was ignorant and rude.
My heart was broken and disturbed, this young girl wasn't mad at me. I had done no real evil to her. I had the patents consent!
The Principal was making it sound like a betrayal happened I was astounded and I knew better. I was ready to transfer my kids from this school at this point and now it was time. I looked at this contemptuous man and termed him nefarious -and watched him blow his top. What kind of a leader is this...
He signed the transfers for my kids but didn't bite his tongue about how he felt about that school either.
That was my jumping off point. The point of no return the moment when you know it's never going to be the same. I get the paperwork done for a transfer to Penngrove Elementary. And I begin the process of detachment.
Just when I'm at my darkest hour I am about to turn the corner.
It's Feb 14 1999, I'm thinking about the Saint of love that day. I have a book about Saints of all religions and this day we send cards and celebrate a Saint Valentine and I'm fascinated by his story that few really know anything about. But its traditional to show love to all on this day. I'm praying for myself and my family I am grateful for new beginnings. I carry on . Each day I pick up my children from school today would be no different. I head to my daughter class with my youngest in tow, and I turn to see the door of her classroom I see Fatima's mother standing by the door with six other children with her. They look dressed up and waiting for someone,
I get close and she recognizes me, and jumps into my arms with a huge hug!! She's clearly happy and her children follow suit! I feel like the lady who brought seeds to the pigeons they were all over every inch of me!
She can barely speak but she hands me a gift and says I want to thank you for saving mr daughters hands!! She says thank you with vigor about ten times!!
I looked with great joy and anticipation as she says she was seeing a county Doctor that misdiagnosed her. My Doctor had diagnosed her with a rare form of "ELEPHANT ITIS " and without proper care she would have had to have them amputated. What a horrible thought!!
Oh my!! Kaiser sued in her behalf and won she was awarded a life time settlement of malpractice and she now had specialized care for her entire family . She was infinitely grateful and my heart sang!! I really did heal her.
If I had not cared and asked and put my comfort aside to do something small task that wasn't exactly hard- this child would have been neglected.
This is my point. What I did was easy for me. It was something I could do. For Fatima it was impossible she would never have asked for help. Her mother did what she thought was right and did not have the inclination to reach out to another parent on her own. The school obviously did not know or care! They put their worried ostrich head in the sand and pretended it wasn't any of their business.
Who's business was it? Gods angels. People who choose to use their life for good NURSES, teachers, Doctors and involved loving parents. Complete strangers doing good for people. It was just another day for us, a job for the doctor. It meant the world to Fatima and her whole family people who clearly needed help but they could not begin to know how to ask for it.
I believe I was lead to her for a reason. And I hope this story reminds you- if you don't care who will??
Ask and you shall receive.
Happy healing!
Footnotes : this story is verifiable and the photos are most like still searchable on the web: my website was a free site with homestead and the other tags world be " momswhocare enchanted forest Richard Crane elementary, Rohnert Park Ca. Apple dolls.
Google has messed up my blog and only access it through my app on my cell phone. It's like the big fish eating the small fishes . It's not important to have this perfectly typed. These stories have been - seriously difficult to publish - the fact I can now. Is another Miracle. Somehow many are deleted .
True stories of Faith. My GORK life.
I don't tell you what to think. Just think.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
February is here ? Already?!
I wanted to post this story after I told it to an old friend of mine. It's a story that makes me think about February because it happened over 14 years ago on Valentines day.
You see my friend, we'll call Mark is a police man and we went to school together and he found me on Facebook and wanted to catch up. I don't think that Facebook is really a place to get to know people - or even believe they are who they say they are. I think that once you spend time with people in person you know them. But even then you don't know what is going on in the secret world of the mind- do we? So we can only believe what we hear and do with people.
If you ask me who Iam and what I've been up to since the days of youth I can tell you
Plenty. If you ask me what I do for a living I can list numerous fofilling and prestigious career moves. Ask me where I live, and I've moved all over northern California. Ask me what makes me happy and what I do for fun, it might take me awhile to think about what that really means. Because I value people that care and sights to see, and going to events to meet friends and being entertained. But I also enjoy staying home and sharing intimate time with just one person.
If you are brave enough to ask me about the news or politics and religion , I am not going to skirt that issue either. In fact I might even tell you things that you were not expecting to hear. Granted I'm not going to open up to just anyone but I'm not shy about my beliefs or my faith.
If this is a topic that offends you then why would you ask me? If you didn't want to know the truth then maybe just avoid asking all together. Mostly if you are a person that has already made up their mind about that subject and it creates a problem, then really -don't ask me.
Inside of my head is more than I can convey. I can tell you bits a pieces of what I think you will understand but who I am is complex and largely contributed to what has taken me years to begin to understand. It's not that I'm under lock and key with an unknown code or that hard to figure out. I'm simply guided by what my heart and intuition tells me. Of course common sense is important too but it's my connection to the Holy Spirit that I listen for. Does this scare you or interest you? Does it make you uncomfortable or simply put make think I'm a looney tune?
How many times have you said to yourself I knew I should have done this!!? Or maybe I should not have? That is intuition.
. How many times have you said something about someone and had them show up right when you said it? It's thesr undeniable coincedences that convey our secret inner beliefs and thoughts. Once in awhile we are very lucky to be called to do something on behalf of the Holy Spirit. You know it because it happens without our control and the memory of its goodness never leaves us empty.
14 years ago I was working in my daughters classroom. Something I did with all my kids to stay close to them and the teachers . Parents should always show interest in their children's schooling it helps to ease the growing pains.
I was the art and sewing mom, I ran my own sewing business and knew many crafts for kids. I was a Sunday school teacher and I had my teaching assistant license which meant I was safe around Kids. That's what's important to the school keeping kids safe from adults !
The project I worked on this day was Apple dolls. This was kind of an advanced project I thought for 2nd graders and that is why I was expected to do most of the knife work, but the children were encouraged to use their hand and talk and create along with me.
My students that day would be expected to peel the skin off an apple, soak it in lemon juice and carve it a face with a knife - with my assistance. Then hang it up to dry. The rest of the clothing and such would be done later . You can imagine my thoughts about twenty seven little kids putting their hands on sticky apples and knives with lemon juice it was not really a clean test.
I was game and the first two went as I thought -slippery, messy and mostly me doing the knife work. The third child was a tiny girl who spoke very little English and I anticipated that she might not allow me to help her she seemed very afraid of something. I showed her the apple she smiles and I say peel - she frowns . Hmm ok I do that for her. I'm not yet noticing she's not showing me her hands. I hand her the apple and say yours and point to the lemon juice. She takes apple and puts her hand in the lemon juice. She just started to whimper and it was a painful soft voice no no . I look at her patiently. She holds up her hands and says very clearly OUCH.
This is where it gets Tricky. For a tiny child I had never seen such swollen and inflamed fingers. Covered in white scars and cracks some of her fingers have no nails at all. She could not stand the pain of the acid on her hands and it was clear she could not even use her hands adeptly to hold a knife . I wondered immediately what she had and the wheels in my head began to spin. This child had a contagious finger fungus and were going to all share the same craft knife and Lemon juice? I also worked closely with her if she had something it was me who would most likely get it, a horridly scary and yet secret thought. In my head I can't hurt this child and say anything but in my heart I'm terrified for her! What kind of neglect is this?
I am now in utter distain for the projective like her I don't want to use my hands for anything . I'm conscious of each child washing before and after and I continue on stoically to Finnish 27 apple heads.
I ask to stay after class to discuss in private with the teacher the subject of this child's health status. The teacher who had a very similar last name as me, assured me that her fungus was not contagious . That's not possible I explained and I was persistent about finding out. It came to me that I should be able to know for sure, without a doubt and that words weren't enough I needed proof.
My child should be safe this is not okay. The teacher was smart enough to know what I was doing but unable to help me. I contemplated this issue for several days and finally came up with, I would like to be allowed to approach the parent and ask .
Here is where it gets interesting.
And part two of this might amaze you.
What would you do??
How would you cope with this?
Does she belong in class if she's infected
Does the school have the right to protect her secret??
What if I don't do anything if she's being neglected by her parents?!
The answered questions will be here and if love to know what you would do before I tell you the real outcome.
Thanks
Liz
You see my friend, we'll call Mark is a police man and we went to school together and he found me on Facebook and wanted to catch up. I don't think that Facebook is really a place to get to know people - or even believe they are who they say they are. I think that once you spend time with people in person you know them. But even then you don't know what is going on in the secret world of the mind- do we? So we can only believe what we hear and do with people.
If you ask me who Iam and what I've been up to since the days of youth I can tell you
Plenty. If you ask me what I do for a living I can list numerous fofilling and prestigious career moves. Ask me where I live, and I've moved all over northern California. Ask me what makes me happy and what I do for fun, it might take me awhile to think about what that really means. Because I value people that care and sights to see, and going to events to meet friends and being entertained. But I also enjoy staying home and sharing intimate time with just one person.
If you are brave enough to ask me about the news or politics and religion , I am not going to skirt that issue either. In fact I might even tell you things that you were not expecting to hear. Granted I'm not going to open up to just anyone but I'm not shy about my beliefs or my faith.
If this is a topic that offends you then why would you ask me? If you didn't want to know the truth then maybe just avoid asking all together. Mostly if you are a person that has already made up their mind about that subject and it creates a problem, then really -don't ask me.
Inside of my head is more than I can convey. I can tell you bits a pieces of what I think you will understand but who I am is complex and largely contributed to what has taken me years to begin to understand. It's not that I'm under lock and key with an unknown code or that hard to figure out. I'm simply guided by what my heart and intuition tells me. Of course common sense is important too but it's my connection to the Holy Spirit that I listen for. Does this scare you or interest you? Does it make you uncomfortable or simply put make think I'm a looney tune?
How many times have you said to yourself I knew I should have done this!!? Or maybe I should not have? That is intuition.
. How many times have you said something about someone and had them show up right when you said it? It's thesr undeniable coincedences that convey our secret inner beliefs and thoughts. Once in awhile we are very lucky to be called to do something on behalf of the Holy Spirit. You know it because it happens without our control and the memory of its goodness never leaves us empty.
14 years ago I was working in my daughters classroom. Something I did with all my kids to stay close to them and the teachers . Parents should always show interest in their children's schooling it helps to ease the growing pains.
I was the art and sewing mom, I ran my own sewing business and knew many crafts for kids. I was a Sunday school teacher and I had my teaching assistant license which meant I was safe around Kids. That's what's important to the school keeping kids safe from adults !
The project I worked on this day was Apple dolls. This was kind of an advanced project I thought for 2nd graders and that is why I was expected to do most of the knife work, but the children were encouraged to use their hand and talk and create along with me.
My students that day would be expected to peel the skin off an apple, soak it in lemon juice and carve it a face with a knife - with my assistance. Then hang it up to dry. The rest of the clothing and such would be done later . You can imagine my thoughts about twenty seven little kids putting their hands on sticky apples and knives with lemon juice it was not really a clean test.
I was game and the first two went as I thought -slippery, messy and mostly me doing the knife work. The third child was a tiny girl who spoke very little English and I anticipated that she might not allow me to help her she seemed very afraid of something. I showed her the apple she smiles and I say peel - she frowns . Hmm ok I do that for her. I'm not yet noticing she's not showing me her hands. I hand her the apple and say yours and point to the lemon juice. She takes apple and puts her hand in the lemon juice. She just started to whimper and it was a painful soft voice no no . I look at her patiently. She holds up her hands and says very clearly OUCH.
This is where it gets Tricky. For a tiny child I had never seen such swollen and inflamed fingers. Covered in white scars and cracks some of her fingers have no nails at all. She could not stand the pain of the acid on her hands and it was clear she could not even use her hands adeptly to hold a knife . I wondered immediately what she had and the wheels in my head began to spin. This child had a contagious finger fungus and were going to all share the same craft knife and Lemon juice? I also worked closely with her if she had something it was me who would most likely get it, a horridly scary and yet secret thought. In my head I can't hurt this child and say anything but in my heart I'm terrified for her! What kind of neglect is this?
I am now in utter distain for the projective like her I don't want to use my hands for anything . I'm conscious of each child washing before and after and I continue on stoically to Finnish 27 apple heads.
I ask to stay after class to discuss in private with the teacher the subject of this child's health status. The teacher who had a very similar last name as me, assured me that her fungus was not contagious . That's not possible I explained and I was persistent about finding out. It came to me that I should be able to know for sure, without a doubt and that words weren't enough I needed proof.
My child should be safe this is not okay. The teacher was smart enough to know what I was doing but unable to help me. I contemplated this issue for several days and finally came up with, I would like to be allowed to approach the parent and ask .
Here is where it gets interesting.
And part two of this might amaze you.
What would you do??
How would you cope with this?
Does she belong in class if she's infected
Does the school have the right to protect her secret??
What if I don't do anything if she's being neglected by her parents?!
The answered questions will be here and if love to know what you would do before I tell you the real outcome.
Thanks
Liz
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Thank you for sharing this, Rebecca.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
-Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
-Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Friday, January 11, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Blessing a day
iphone writer:
Today I coined two phrases that had these words in it.
Dumb-ass and anger. Not the kindest words to describe anything but effective attention grabbers. Is the attention seeking reaching reaching a pinnacle status? I say yes. And Anger rules the daily ritual of news factories. In all fairness not all news is angry- I have found NPR does a fair amount of good news.
It's the worst anger that can give our true dark side a chance to grow. Images of Star Wars appear in mind and it's easy to imagine - just who is your Father ?? And if the worst violence hasn't been seen by everyone by the news machine lately- I am shocked
THE biggest budget concern should be anger!! Is it Guns? Or Anger???
Are we too angry too care? To look to ask? I'm thinking a club scene is essential in the future - bars like the space scene out of ... We make it safer - members only.
the ending wont be tragic .
as the worlds fascination with Guns has truly taken hold I hope anger can be studied and researched by one if those so called groups, that study electric forks and spoons. We are humanly expected to be civilized . Can't we study peaceful solutions ? We must in fact.
I coined a phrase to about pulling a Dave Mustaine . I think he can really be the squeaky wheel, I am impressed with his ability to tell his side of his story -even if I don't agree. I say that- in a way -because he means it. He is an amazing musician and I respect his opinion. I stood up for his Men's Wear house -Rant. But he's got a special touch- he's famous. He's gonna rant about you and your gonna hear about it- and CNN is reporting. So face it- you blew it. I've been there . I think we all have learned key customer service skills by that one big mistake- it might even cost you your job to learn it. But you never do it again.
I'm sincerely hoping that I did not hurt a mans pride by using his style of argument as a description. In the same sentence as the other words. Also ---Because my son would kill me- he is his favorite Guitarist.
**sigh** and I know I did not call Dave any bad names - I said people are the term Dumbass - when they blame others . It was a rough day for me ;men- it's time to let women take over and I don't mean in the kitchen.
It is always a challenge to get thoughts on blog- with an iphone. Very busy day.
That was yesterday
Today life goes on
My life is an ironic song?
I'm still coining phrases
And predicting time.
I wrote an essay on the electric addiction .
Realized it was me. My best Dreams are back.
Today I coined two phrases that had these words in it.
Dumb-ass and anger. Not the kindest words to describe anything but effective attention grabbers. Is the attention seeking reaching reaching a pinnacle status? I say yes. And Anger rules the daily ritual of news factories. In all fairness not all news is angry- I have found NPR does a fair amount of good news.
It's the worst anger that can give our true dark side a chance to grow. Images of Star Wars appear in mind and it's easy to imagine - just who is your Father ?? And if the worst violence hasn't been seen by everyone by the news machine lately- I am shocked
THE biggest budget concern should be anger!! Is it Guns? Or Anger???
Are we too angry too care? To look to ask? I'm thinking a club scene is essential in the future - bars like the space scene out of ... We make it safer - members only.
the ending wont be tragic .
as the worlds fascination with Guns has truly taken hold I hope anger can be studied and researched by one if those so called groups, that study electric forks and spoons. We are humanly expected to be civilized . Can't we study peaceful solutions ? We must in fact.
I coined a phrase to about pulling a Dave Mustaine . I think he can really be the squeaky wheel, I am impressed with his ability to tell his side of his story -even if I don't agree. I say that- in a way -because he means it. He is an amazing musician and I respect his opinion. I stood up for his Men's Wear house -Rant. But he's got a special touch- he's famous. He's gonna rant about you and your gonna hear about it- and CNN is reporting. So face it- you blew it. I've been there . I think we all have learned key customer service skills by that one big mistake- it might even cost you your job to learn it. But you never do it again.
I'm sincerely hoping that I did not hurt a mans pride by using his style of argument as a description. In the same sentence as the other words. Also ---Because my son would kill me- he is his favorite Guitarist.
**sigh** and I know I did not call Dave any bad names - I said people are the term Dumbass - when they blame others . It was a rough day for me ;men- it's time to let women take over and I don't mean in the kitchen.
It is always a challenge to get thoughts on blog- with an iphone. Very busy day.
That was yesterday
Today life goes on
My life is an ironic song?
I'm still coining phrases
And predicting time.
I wrote an essay on the electric addiction .
Realized it was me. My best Dreams are back.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Winter
You are too cold winter
My skin longs for the warm touch of sunshine . For mornings that comfort and days that are long.
Where are you warm days?
When will you return?
I will be waiting for you.
Come back to me sunshine take away this bitter cold from my soul.
My skin longs for the warm touch of sunshine . For mornings that comfort and days that are long.
Where are you warm days?
When will you return?
I will be waiting for you.
Come back to me sunshine take away this bitter cold from my soul.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Silly daily blessings in random thoughts
Today I was laughing to myself thinking about the book tittle The Cat in The Hat.
Funny references crossed my mind and yes I wondered if I should write a bit more - just for fun!
Starting this year I am publishing more unserious random silliness here.
Got it? I'm just having fun-
Cat in the hat -/ a cool guy who brings his own condom
cat in the hat - quotes "its fun to have fun but you have to know how !! "
(Twisted) Thought for the day
Funny references crossed my mind and yes I wondered if I should write a bit more - just for fun!
Starting this year I am publishing more unserious random silliness here.
Got it? I'm just having fun-
Cat in the hat -/ a cool guy who brings his own condom
cat in the hat - quotes "its fun to have fun but you have to know how !! "
(Twisted) Thought for the day
Friday, December 14, 2012
It was important to me to write a little note after the shootings today. I learned 17 years ago-
and yes that does feel like it was yesterday... I see events before they happen, and often I see the vision in a dream. 17 years ago...I dreamed about a mass death due to a man that blew up a government building, he was an American, and he killed children to make his point.
When I saw this happen it was of course horrible and frightening but when it was over I heard these words.
People will do worse things than I will ever do to you. God said- I am not doing this to you.
Keep your eyes on me
don't focus on the bad it is what the killer wants--
I was saddened that God didn't stop it, and showed it to me the night before. WHY? On that day I am not sure, but I was sure that there would be more of the same to come. And it sure has.
I cant say that I knew this would happen today, I can say, that I felt the pain of it today- and with that I mean the anger lesson. I felt it deep in my soul today it disturbed the whole-soft & fuzzy feeling we were getting from the season, but my pain was directly from my own source, my own child. He was the same face of pain and hate today and it sure brought me full circle.
He is letting in and focusing so much on what is bad that it just- destroys the humans spirit!
No one wants to admit the inner demons that kill us, but maybe now we can. It's time to speak of love and better things to come. I will never give up hope, Christmas is still coming, so is the new YEAR!
Blessings
of LIFE
and yes that does feel like it was yesterday... I see events before they happen, and often I see the vision in a dream. 17 years ago...I dreamed about a mass death due to a man that blew up a government building, he was an American, and he killed children to make his point.
When I saw this happen it was of course horrible and frightening but when it was over I heard these words.
People will do worse things than I will ever do to you. God said- I am not doing this to you.
Keep your eyes on me
don't focus on the bad it is what the killer wants--
I was saddened that God didn't stop it, and showed it to me the night before. WHY? On that day I am not sure, but I was sure that there would be more of the same to come. And it sure has.
I cant say that I knew this would happen today, I can say, that I felt the pain of it today- and with that I mean the anger lesson. I felt it deep in my soul today it disturbed the whole-soft & fuzzy feeling we were getting from the season, but my pain was directly from my own source, my own child. He was the same face of pain and hate today and it sure brought me full circle.
He is letting in and focusing so much on what is bad that it just- destroys the humans spirit!
No one wants to admit the inner demons that kill us, but maybe now we can. It's time to speak of love and better things to come. I will never give up hope, Christmas is still coming, so is the new YEAR!
Blessings
of LIFE
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
1 Corinthians 13:1-13 - Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Perched on this Starbucks bench finally connected to the internet, I wonder what to say.... I hear that great song...this is a cold and broken hallelujah.
I've been meaning to jot down these random thoughts rambling around my head for many days and even weeks, alas they are so random they don't seem to find the importance to make it here...I've been rattling around the old house, coming up with subjects like, ~ Is this where we are at? thoughts on why we need another outlet mall in Livermore, complete with images from the new Grinch of giant crowds of crazy shoppers and carrying their loads of packages. Has Christmas changed or just me? But that makes me think, and then I start to have mixed feelings and the only image I can conjure up is that of- the Grinch yelling to his faithful dog "Max get my sedative" and he hits himself with a hammer and falls off into forced sleep. Funny stuff and hauntingly real images about this season that I still struggle with. I will resolve that I must be some kind of Grinch to not have good cheer to over decorate along with superfluous gift giving talents.
I sit back and relax for a bit with my coffee in my own cup, and my trusty laptop, I face outward to see the people that are passing by. Young children are snuggling up to their parents laps, just peeking out of their delightfully sheltered world with the glare of protection that makes you feel like an outsider. Couples hold their conversations close and look sideways at the girl alone on the bench cafe? Do I have something on my chin?
What is the fascination for new things? Is this where we are at? My Grandfather would say, "Don't buy anything new.." A thought that I was sure was only applicable to those that did not need to keep track of fashion or didn't have any money. In fact he meant to say that with clothes its usually not new anyway, and its never new for long, "..wear it once and its used!" A fact that cannot be denied.
I don't want to buy anything clothes here, though. I 've walked through all of these stores and looked at the things, nothing begs for my attention. I have looked at the things and there just isn't anything I need here. I dont need a purse from Coach that costs more money than the food bill my 17 year old can eat, nor do I desire to tote around a giant bag that looks like it might be fit for Mary Poppins and her coat rack. Purses, shoes, coats, hats and all those things are fine and beautiful, but nothing can warm the soul when it feels left out in the cold. Nothing.
I've been meaning to jot down these random thoughts rambling around my head for many days and even weeks, alas they are so random they don't seem to find the importance to make it here...I've been rattling around the old house, coming up with subjects like, ~ Is this where we are at? thoughts on why we need another outlet mall in Livermore, complete with images from the new Grinch of giant crowds of crazy shoppers and carrying their loads of packages. Has Christmas changed or just me? But that makes me think, and then I start to have mixed feelings and the only image I can conjure up is that of- the Grinch yelling to his faithful dog "Max get my sedative" and he hits himself with a hammer and falls off into forced sleep. Funny stuff and hauntingly real images about this season that I still struggle with. I will resolve that I must be some kind of Grinch to not have good cheer to over decorate along with superfluous gift giving talents.
I sit back and relax for a bit with my coffee in my own cup, and my trusty laptop, I face outward to see the people that are passing by. Young children are snuggling up to their parents laps, just peeking out of their delightfully sheltered world with the glare of protection that makes you feel like an outsider. Couples hold their conversations close and look sideways at the girl alone on the bench cafe? Do I have something on my chin?
What is the fascination for new things? Is this where we are at? My Grandfather would say, "Don't buy anything new.." A thought that I was sure was only applicable to those that did not need to keep track of fashion or didn't have any money. In fact he meant to say that with clothes its usually not new anyway, and its never new for long, "..wear it once and its used!" A fact that cannot be denied.
I don't want to buy anything clothes here, though. I 've walked through all of these stores and looked at the things, nothing begs for my attention. I have looked at the things and there just isn't anything I need here. I dont need a purse from Coach that costs more money than the food bill my 17 year old can eat, nor do I desire to tote around a giant bag that looks like it might be fit for Mary Poppins and her coat rack. Purses, shoes, coats, hats and all those things are fine and beautiful, but nothing can warm the soul when it feels left out in the cold. Nothing.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
I wanted to blog something about politics and the outlook of my shop and all that personal stuff. But I am just bursting at the seams over this beautiful girl I get to LOVE.
Thank the Lord above for LOVE.
Blessed children.
~may you have a blessed day today. Peace.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Watch out Silicon Valley !!
http://www.forskningsradet.no/en/Newsarticle/New_material_may_replace_silicon/1253980495387/p1177315753918?m=t
Sunday, October 7, 2012
There is no secret
What makes it special?
You do !
The best movie to watch when you just can't find peace is kung fu panda it's just a liturgy of inspiration...
It's all in the mind ya know?
The secret ingredient is nothing:
Mr. Ping: The secret ingredient is... nothing!
Po: Huh?
Mr. Ping: You heard me. Nothing! There is no secret ingredient.
Po: Wait, wait... it's just plain old noodle soup? You don't add some kind of special sauce or something?
Mr. Ping: Don't have to. To make something special you just have to believe it's special.
[Po looks at the scroll again, and sees his reflection in it]
Po: There is no secret ingredient...
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0441773/quotes
There is no secret
What makes it special?
You do !
The best movie to watch when you just can't find peace is kung fu panda it's just a liturgy of inspiration...
It's all in the mind ya know?
The secret ingredient is nothing:
Mr. Ping: The secret ingredient is... nothing!
Po: Huh?
Mr. Ping: You heard me. Nothing! There is no secret ingredient.
Po: Wait, wait... it's just plain old noodle soup? You don't add some kind of special sauce or something?
Mr. Ping: Don't have to. To make something special you just have to believe it's special.
[Po looks at the scroll again, and sees his reflection in it]
Po: There is no secret ingredient...
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0441773/quotes
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Home is in the heart, so where ever you go you can take it with you.
“I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair
I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green
I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know
But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
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Thursday, September 6, 2012
Insomniac Posts
Note to self : Step up the work out- sweat out those tears .
Do what ever if takes to stay healthy.
Sleep well .
Do what ever if takes to stay healthy.
Sleep well .
Friday, August 31, 2012
Demand fair and heathy food.
I was taught about supply and demand early on in life. That this simple system runs the world..
Who understands this better than the big business man or woman. You know that the more something
Is wanted the more value it has. But lately supply and demand aren't working as usual . Let's take the demand for gasoline, that is clearly getting larger with more cars more people and less gas available.
So why isn't there a big demand for alternative cars that run on something more sustainable and simply put something that we can afford?? It doesn't make sense that we continue to use gas, and oil and just turn our backs on the level of production of autos ! Why are we even able to build mass amounts of crappy cars ? Just to be cheap? Cheap isn't good .. No one can afford a broken car. Who killed the dreams of alternative fueled cars? Seriously?
Btw Presidents don't create energy, or gas or food, the don't create anything, they can only do what you or we the people- let them. They can create war, and bullets and bombs...and money all day long if they want to. Why are they limited to these resources and then we are surprised when they use them ?? Hmm little out of balance? Unfair?
We have begun to be a throw away system . We have taken the supply and made it now throw a away supply so there is no responsibility in what you buy or even how you buy. If you don't like it throw it out- get a new one and this concept has bled into our system of people. People have lost value in our demanding system because cheap is good and the divide from those who have and those who have not, is handed down in what is only paper and rarely in the heart. Paper has taken value over people, money has more value than life itself. You can buy anything and no matter what the demand may be, you can get it. See the beautiful reference from "The Little Prince" quotes of the Fox
by St. Exuprey... http://www.thelittleprince.com/
"People can buy things already made in the shops but there is nowhere where one can buy friendship so they have no friends anymore ..."
Want to go to mars? It's out there , want to buy a wife? She's out there and so it goes. Money talks and politics today spends a lot of money on worthless pomp and circumstance it's shameful.
Contradicting all that has been inherited down to us by our hard working and stubborn forefathers. All those lovely children's books teaching us morals that can just break our hearts with truths that we can't uphold.
We start young to teach our children
Good food and good thoughts ... Good habits start young and stay with all our lives. But we have to be willing to clean out our brains of the daily junk each day and put out fresh clean thoughts for the new day - ok I took that from J.M.Barrie's "Peter and Wendy" but it's timeless !
If we could we'd fix our future, but you can't learn history of the future in the present that's impossible but we can learn from our mistakes, and from our past history.
That is why we yearn for hope, for people who can enlist us in the system of hope. When I think of people who brought great hope I think of Henry Ford who invented the assembly line and paid his workers a living wage to create a vehicle that would in fact change the world . He had a big heart and his dreams are alive and well- he's played it fair- what can we learn from him? They just don't make things like they used to people!! And that's the truth !
I think of farmers who understood that if they cared about the food and kept it growing they would be able to take care of not just their own families but so many others - without fame and fortune they give all they have from the heart to the heart. We cannot survive without the farmers or the good food they raise. So why aren't we protecting them? There is more demand than ever for good organic food- why would ANYONE let our food become tainted with genetic alteration and chemicals or worse . Why would anyone allow the breeding of plants that are unable to make seeds!! And then make the saving of seeds illegal and Patton them?? I AM FURIOUS AT THIS!!
It must be stopped NOW ! Our whole world relies on seeds and food-this is an outrage! It's completely unfair!!
I can tell you from personal experience that I am allergic to high bred gassed tomatoes - why do we need this? Who can say we really don't throw away and waste more food than ever?
Go to the market go to the restaurants go to the garbage dump and see for yourself the supply is wasted and the demand is over met and yet still over whelming ! Because we are never going to be satisfied by cheap Imitations and we know Better out bodies innately know what to refuse this is the cause of most allergies and then we get sick.
In our hearts and in minds we know everytime we throw away that can or bottle or eat from a plastic to go container. THIS ISN'T WHO WE ARE. This is what big business wants us to be. Forced into submission and told how to eat, sleep and drive. And the more that we buy it, the bigger it gets. We are blind to what is right in front of our face in the animal farms -when milk and dairy farmers make penny's and distributors and markets are fattening their retirement !! Farmers don't have retirement !UNFAIR!
Supply and demand - self responsibility and vision. But also honesty and ability to look into the past and see the mistakes of the past.
The first people here were the Anasazi they lived and loved on this land we call America. They were wholesome, indigenous men and women who prayed to their beliefs for all they needed. Their story is one that we have yet to learn from.
We can't just pray for what we need the earth is going to tell us what it is going to do . Without water and food we die. And no matter who we are basic necessities of life remain the same beyond all classes and religion and sexes, a place to live, food to eat and a fair trade is all we really need.
Is this land fair ? Is it? Mother always said life wasn't fair, it's up to us to see to it, that somehow our future becomes as balanced and fair as it we can make it. Not just on paper not just on tv or in books or speeches, but truly fair for the all people, the children and the elderly. It's up to us to care enough to see, how we can make the future healthier intentionally.
Just like Monsanto intentionally made it hard for farmers to survive by unfairly taking away their livelihood. That should come back to bite Monsanto fairly to see that no one can create laws that put good people out of business so bad business can literally kill us all by taking our right to grow safe food.
Every single plastic to go coffee cup adds up to waste- what you don't own a cup ?? Really you lazy ass person bring one or ASK FOR ONE - :)remember that a -real cup-at the coffee shop? I PROMISE YOU. It will taste Better with a dash of less waste.
Today I suffer from what I think is a malnutrition headache . Where I live I can't get food from the farm, I have headaches and I'm hungry. I pay a much higher price to buy food thats is shipped here from far far away, because so many people are willing to buy from cans and boxes that don't have properly grown vegetables anymore. My market is really limited on vegetables. Have people have given up on safe healthy food? It's true in Hayward, So the demand went down for farm fresh foods we just ate what we were told to- what was available.
Now we look back and want the food we to used to have? Where did it go? It should be in my back yard, it seems to cost more to grow a tomato than to buy it? Why is that? There are books about the $200 tomato ..
Where's the giant organic farms creating jobs and keeping drs at bay? They are not here, because your life was unfairly written by lobbyist who made it legal to lie on the labeled foods your money paid for!
We paid to be lied to. Yes it's not even a law to tell you when you are eating a Genetically Modified food.
No one will agree to that willingly. I need truth and I really hope that in the years to come people stop buying boxed food, bottled water, and throw away electronics and crappy cars, and stop the demand for unfair business practices. Stop the demand and you will choke them out of business, it's not just your future. It's everyone's future.
I love my Grand Parents !
Thank God for them.
Liz
Who understands this better than the big business man or woman. You know that the more something
Is wanted the more value it has. But lately supply and demand aren't working as usual . Let's take the demand for gasoline, that is clearly getting larger with more cars more people and less gas available.
So why isn't there a big demand for alternative cars that run on something more sustainable and simply put something that we can afford?? It doesn't make sense that we continue to use gas, and oil and just turn our backs on the level of production of autos ! Why are we even able to build mass amounts of crappy cars ? Just to be cheap? Cheap isn't good .. No one can afford a broken car. Who killed the dreams of alternative fueled cars? Seriously?
Btw Presidents don't create energy, or gas or food, the don't create anything, they can only do what you or we the people- let them. They can create war, and bullets and bombs...and money all day long if they want to. Why are they limited to these resources and then we are surprised when they use them ?? Hmm little out of balance? Unfair?
We have begun to be a throw away system . We have taken the supply and made it now throw a away supply so there is no responsibility in what you buy or even how you buy. If you don't like it throw it out- get a new one and this concept has bled into our system of people. People have lost value in our demanding system because cheap is good and the divide from those who have and those who have not, is handed down in what is only paper and rarely in the heart. Paper has taken value over people, money has more value than life itself. You can buy anything and no matter what the demand may be, you can get it. See the beautiful reference from "The Little Prince" quotes of the Fox
by St. Exuprey... http://www.thelittleprince.com/
"People can buy things already made in the shops but there is nowhere where one can buy friendship so they have no friends anymore ..."
Want to go to mars? It's out there , want to buy a wife? She's out there and so it goes. Money talks and politics today spends a lot of money on worthless pomp and circumstance it's shameful.
Contradicting all that has been inherited down to us by our hard working and stubborn forefathers. All those lovely children's books teaching us morals that can just break our hearts with truths that we can't uphold.
We start young to teach our children
Good food and good thoughts ... Good habits start young and stay with all our lives. But we have to be willing to clean out our brains of the daily junk each day and put out fresh clean thoughts for the new day - ok I took that from J.M.Barrie's "Peter and Wendy" but it's timeless !
If we could we'd fix our future, but you can't learn history of the future in the present that's impossible but we can learn from our mistakes, and from our past history.
That is why we yearn for hope, for people who can enlist us in the system of hope. When I think of people who brought great hope I think of Henry Ford who invented the assembly line and paid his workers a living wage to create a vehicle that would in fact change the world . He had a big heart and his dreams are alive and well- he's played it fair- what can we learn from him? They just don't make things like they used to people!! And that's the truth !
I think of farmers who understood that if they cared about the food and kept it growing they would be able to take care of not just their own families but so many others - without fame and fortune they give all they have from the heart to the heart. We cannot survive without the farmers or the good food they raise. So why aren't we protecting them? There is more demand than ever for good organic food- why would ANYONE let our food become tainted with genetic alteration and chemicals or worse . Why would anyone allow the breeding of plants that are unable to make seeds!! And then make the saving of seeds illegal and Patton them?? I AM FURIOUS AT THIS!!
It must be stopped NOW ! Our whole world relies on seeds and food-this is an outrage! It's completely unfair!!
I can tell you from personal experience that I am allergic to high bred gassed tomatoes - why do we need this? Who can say we really don't throw away and waste more food than ever?
Go to the market go to the restaurants go to the garbage dump and see for yourself the supply is wasted and the demand is over met and yet still over whelming ! Because we are never going to be satisfied by cheap Imitations and we know Better out bodies innately know what to refuse this is the cause of most allergies and then we get sick.
In our hearts and in minds we know everytime we throw away that can or bottle or eat from a plastic to go container. THIS ISN'T WHO WE ARE. This is what big business wants us to be. Forced into submission and told how to eat, sleep and drive. And the more that we buy it, the bigger it gets. We are blind to what is right in front of our face in the animal farms -when milk and dairy farmers make penny's and distributors and markets are fattening their retirement !! Farmers don't have retirement !UNFAIR!
Supply and demand - self responsibility and vision. But also honesty and ability to look into the past and see the mistakes of the past.
The first people here were the Anasazi they lived and loved on this land we call America. They were wholesome, indigenous men and women who prayed to their beliefs for all they needed. Their story is one that we have yet to learn from.
We can't just pray for what we need the earth is going to tell us what it is going to do . Without water and food we die. And no matter who we are basic necessities of life remain the same beyond all classes and religion and sexes, a place to live, food to eat and a fair trade is all we really need.
Is this land fair ? Is it? Mother always said life wasn't fair, it's up to us to see to it, that somehow our future becomes as balanced and fair as it we can make it. Not just on paper not just on tv or in books or speeches, but truly fair for the all people, the children and the elderly. It's up to us to care enough to see, how we can make the future healthier intentionally.
Just like Monsanto intentionally made it hard for farmers to survive by unfairly taking away their livelihood. That should come back to bite Monsanto fairly to see that no one can create laws that put good people out of business so bad business can literally kill us all by taking our right to grow safe food.
Every single plastic to go coffee cup adds up to waste- what you don't own a cup ?? Really you lazy ass person bring one or ASK FOR ONE - :)remember that a -real cup-at the coffee shop? I PROMISE YOU. It will taste Better with a dash of less waste.
Today I suffer from what I think is a malnutrition headache . Where I live I can't get food from the farm, I have headaches and I'm hungry. I pay a much higher price to buy food thats is shipped here from far far away, because so many people are willing to buy from cans and boxes that don't have properly grown vegetables anymore. My market is really limited on vegetables. Have people have given up on safe healthy food? It's true in Hayward, So the demand went down for farm fresh foods we just ate what we were told to- what was available.
Now we look back and want the food we to used to have? Where did it go? It should be in my back yard, it seems to cost more to grow a tomato than to buy it? Why is that? There are books about the $200 tomato ..
Where's the giant organic farms creating jobs and keeping drs at bay? They are not here, because your life was unfairly written by lobbyist who made it legal to lie on the labeled foods your money paid for!
We paid to be lied to. Yes it's not even a law to tell you when you are eating a Genetically Modified food.
No one will agree to that willingly. I need truth and I really hope that in the years to come people stop buying boxed food, bottled water, and throw away electronics and crappy cars, and stop the demand for unfair business practices. Stop the demand and you will choke them out of business, it's not just your future. It's everyone's future.
I love my Grand Parents !
Thank God for them.
Liz
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