Show us the ANSWER! Show us the answer…Please! No, forget that and Forget all those niceties. We have come to you, Fueled you, well-funded you.
Given you our blood, Our children, Our friends and countrymen, Our families.
You have not helped the poor Or those with means Or those in-between.
Isn’t life already far too rough?
Now, Far be in from me to doubt you But I am going to shout at you again…When is enough, enough?
This week we will walk and bike to support your work. We will help you think. We wear wear pink.
It's enough...
let it be enough
This is a post I’ve wanted to write for sometime but I’ve felt that I won’t be able to do justice to the idea. But I wanted to get it done before the end of this week. It’s an idea that is mine and as far as I know I haven’t consciously taken it from any source.
So here goes:
The relationships you have with other people are conditionally like fires in a fireplace or like campfires.
Think about it:
Relationships, like fires, can be blue and hot; high as a bonfire; low and barely there; smoldering; smoky; raging; continuous…
But most of them need fuel to keep going.
When you meet someone, the two of you build a fire together. Each person throws a stick or twig or a log in. Sometimes they use gasoline.
It is all about how low or high you both want the flame.
It’s all about how often you want to throw a branch in to keep the fire going,.
IT’S ALL ABOUT how much time and effort people put into it, and how much care you take to stack and arrange the wood.
Let’s talk real life.
Someone on Mindsay recalled to me recently how much they missed their best friend. It had been a while since they spoke. Something had happened and that fire I spoke of used to be high and hot because the two of them used to pair up to throw stacked firewood easily in.
However something happened and the friend stopped picking up one end of the branches and stopped throwing in any wood. But this Mindsayer didn’t want the fire to diminish or die. So she doubled and tripled her efforts and kept throwing on all the wood herself. But no matter how much she worked, or how much care she took, the flames kept getting lower until tired and frustrated she realized that the fire was never going to be the same. Every now and then she throws a big heavy log onto the flame…but the flare-up is just a split second spark. And then once again it’s dark.
I’m sure you’ve been there too. I have.
I’ve also allowed fires to go out. Girlfriends, Friends, Family, Acquaintances, CoWorkers, School Friends, Mentors. It is hard to work to have so many flames going.
The best ones are the best that you both know how much and how often you are going to feed the fire. They are easy and take little effort
You might have a relationship with an old friend from high school or college and maybe you talk once a year. And that's enough for both of you.
Well that's a low flame and once in a while you and she will throw a branch in.
There are eternal flames too. Me and my sister have that. We don’t have to talk too much but we are always there for each other. We both know it.
I have relationships that I’ve tried to keep alive or keep it at a level that it used to be. Sometimes when you realize the other person just isn’t trying, you get angry enough to throw water on it, or even take a whiz on the flame.
It happens.
For those flames that go out it is hard to reignite them. Especially if the campgrounds are a soggy mess. Sometimes, and particularly if there is family involved. You’ll just have to wait for the area to dry out.
Relationships are hard. Tending to them, whether they are the important ones that keep you warm or the other low-flame fires takes work and effort on both sides.
I’ve destroyed some relationships. Some purposely, some accidently and some unwisely.
I happen to be someone who works very hard on relationships.
SOMETIMES TOO HARD and I smother it.
But we are all the same in these regards. No matter the age or gender. Or what country or culture we come from.
It’s hard keeping so many flames going, and then new ones come and take away your time and effort from the older flames. Girlfriends, Boyfriends, Spouses, kids…these have to be tended to. But then what happens to the older fires, and the other people who were working on them with you?
Mothers, Fathers should do more fanning of the flames than the kids…even when the kids are adults. But the kids have to do their share too. It’s not all one sided. Especially with parents that throw logs on haphazardly. I pray I am not one of those when my own children grow up. And I hope I don’t smother the fires either.
Like I said I’ve wanted to work on this post for a while now. I’m not sure if I did it justice.
Thanks to those who helped me with the idea.
Any comments are appreciated.
My sources tell me that Tonight the 4 remaining hopefuls get to choose songs recorded by those enshrined in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
So song choice is everything. It'll show us what kind of stuff they'll shout out us if they win. Each gets to sing 2 songs (or by Paula's math 7 songs).
Here are MY PICKS for those idolators left:
David Archuleta
Elvis' "Don't Cry Daddy"
Beach Boys' "When I Grow Up (To Be A Man)"
David Cook
Earth Wind and Fire's "You Are A Winner"
Black Sabbath's "Eternal Idol"
Jason Castro
Aerosmith's "Dude Looks Like a Lady"
Van Morrison's "And It Stoned Me"
Syesha Mercado
Madonna's "One More Chance"
Jimi Hendrix's "Foxy Lady"
The actual songs chosen by the Fox Four actually are pretty representative of the genres that make up RnR.
New Wave: "Hungry like the Wolf"
Soul: "Proud Mary"
Reggae: "I Shot the Sherriff"
R&B: "Stand By Me"
Rock: "Baba O'Reilly"
Gospel: "A Change Is Gonna Come"
Folk: "Mr Tambourine Man"
Country: "Love Me Tender"
David David does Duran Duran (Which really confuses Paula Paula). Despite what Randy and Simon say, I like it. On his second pass the Cook of the House takes on the Who with less flattering results.
Syesha's Ike and Tina Revival is fun enough but her version of Sam Cooke is such a Change from where she used to be. Remember this is the girl that could get out of Whitney and Mariah's way. We didn't know, and she didn't know what kind of singer she was. Boy, a Change really did come.
What's left to say about Jason? He scores the best moment of the night when he states that they are a few songs on the list that he was familiar with. And so, this fellow who seems confused by a bathroom with 2 sinks picks 2 songs who's meanings are difficult to discern. I have know idea what Mr. Tambourine Man is about. I betcha neither does Dylan. Jason probably thinks it has something to do with a guy who likes tiny little Oranges.
The Golden Archuleta is steady as ever. He does nothing for me but there are 11 year old girls swooning. But to me he reminds me of a troll doll.
Prediction: Da ya gotta ask?
Sh e told him that if he ever brought his new teenage girlfriend around her son that she’d “break her foot off in his ass”.
Mama did not lie
What says you, Freebird?
Does the world become unencumbered as you shed away the past and look to the future?
What sings you, Songbird?
Do you sing only about regrets or just the moments that make you fly?
How do you know it’s true, LoveBird?
Taking many into your heart you soar into love quickly, and do you force true love in return?
When are you, EarlyBird?
Time places too much emphasis on your day and are you too busy to be spontaneous?
Where are you going, LittleBird?
Once you leave here, will you leave a trail for us to remember you by?
An elongated, conscientious sound of fury
It was sensible to talk, she thought but it wouldn't stop
"Can't you stop that? Do you have to do that everytime we speak?"
Guaranteed silence
A bluebird cracked a nut on the ground dismissing the argument before her.
It was clear the yard hadn't been cleared since the fall before.
They continued to be apart by hundreds of miles and the distance was growing.
"I have to go" she muttered
and she waited for a response…
Lonely little Bird hanging on a limb
An abandoned fella staring out to sea
Except for its ability to fly far away,
That diminutive guy could be me.
Spring like Contentment on the Back Water
Just Me, the Sky and the River’s Daughter
the gentle flock of bumblebees
a laboratory for blooming leaves
Wash your Cares at Cold Spring Harbor
he nestled within his fears as he was always afraid he would go down in defeat. “I’m smaller. I’m younger.”
he never did compete because of being bested by his peers . They are faster, and stronger”
he was broken under the weight of his own delusional expectations............
..............that's how he remembered the moment he met her.
sunday morning creativity