Monday, May 09, 2011

Feeling Like My Skin Is Too Tight

I have a day off today, and there are quite a few things that I want to do (and that need doing) around my home. 
 
It's now 12:30 pm, and I haven't done one single thing (except drink my coffee). 
 
Well, I did sleep in until 10:30 am today, and that's a miracle for me.  Most of the time my "internal clock" has me up by 9 am out of habit.  But that could also be attributed to my cats, who seem to believe that I should be awake and moving by that time every day.  They don't understand the concept of my not having to go to work equaling me sleeping in. 
 
So I'm sitting here writing, which I haven't done in a while.  And feeling "itchy", as if my skin is too tight.   It's the feeling of energy being restrained, when it wants to break free. 
 
For me, it's the conflict of the "Have To Do" and "Want To Do" Lists.   There are a whole lot of detailed things on the "Have to Do" List.  And a BIG Question Mark on the "Want To Do" List. 
 
A Question Mark, you ask?  Yep.  A Question Mark.   Actually a whole lot of them.  ???????????????
 
The reason for that is really simple.   It goes back to my last post, of what I've been dreaming of.   I KNOW that there's something I really want to, and should be doing.  I just can't put my finger on it yet.  The result of that is this feeling of my skin being too tight.   Feeling restricted, boxed in, confined, almost trapped.   Wired for sound, don't want to just sit, but don't want to waste time doing something that might turn out to be not what I should have been doing. 
 
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy.  Very happy in my life, as I'd said before.   All is well and good, except for this damned cold and bronchitis that I've got right now.  
 
Hmmmm.... Maybe I should take a little closer look at that... 
 
From the viewpoints of Reiki and the Chakra System, I currently have blockages or deficiencies affecting the Heart, Throat, and Third Eye Chakras.  And possibly the Crown Chakra.    I'm going to do some more research about all that, and see what I need to do to fix that. 
 
But back to what I'd been talking about... I am happy, it's just this feeling.   I think through the lists of things I need to do, and very quickly reach the overwhelmed stage, because a lot of it feels like it needs to be done NOW.  Which very quickly leads to my typical Aries reaction of "I don't want to", so I don't.   Which leads to an increase of that itchy feeling, of not wanting to just sit and do nothing.  So I think about doing something with the wide variety of crafts I like to do.  I don't do any of them very well, I'm sort of that "jack of all trades, master of none" when it comes to arts and crafts and creative talent areas.   Which leads back to nope, that's not the right thing, and an increase in my frustration.  And round and round it goes, until I just want to scream. 
 
I need to clean my house.  (messy, but not filthy... when did I become a neat freak?)
I need to clean, sort, and thrash out closets and cupboards and storage bins. (spring cleaning, there's so much crap in here, feeling closed in)
I need to work on RPPD stuff.  (way behind schedule)
I need/want to go visit my kids and heart family and spend time with them  (which I feel really bad about, which takes extra gas which I don't have extra money for, which takes time away from the other stuff I need to do, which makes me feel guilty and bad)
I want to.... I don't know exactly what it is that I want to do, but doing nothing makes me feel guilty and lazy. 
 
And as an Aries, I don't take well to HAVING to do things! 
 
And so it goes, around and around and around and around... 
 
So what am I going to do?   For right now, I'm going to go get myself another cup of coffee, and have a couple of cigarettes along with it and play a few games of Mahjong until the coffee is gone.  (Procrastinator!  LOL)
 
Then, I'm going to pick one thing that's on my "house" to-do-list, and do it.  
 
Maybe that will get the ball rolling.... 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, February 28, 2011

Dream a Little Dream of....

.... Something!  I was going to say anything, just dream.  But the dream is important, and even more so the dreaming of it. 
 
It's not just the night-time dreams either.  It's the day-time ones that, I think, are so much more important.  Those are the dreams that help to shape our lives.  That sometimes can, really should be, the ones that become our guiding star.  They are the dreams that can make us set goals for things we want to accomplish, of how and where we want to live, of what kind of work/job/career we want to have, of who we want to be.  Therein lies the importance of the dreaming. 
 
The dreaming of the dream is the roadmap to making the dream come true.  It's how we get from point A, the dream, to point Z, the reality.  The manifestation of the dream.  The Universe is waiting to make our dreams reality, but we have to do the legwork along the way.  As much as I believe in magick, I also know that it is my effort, my energy that causes the magick to work.  I have to put the energy into following the roadmap that I design in order to reach the goal. 
 
So I dream.  Some days more than others, a lot of days not much at all.  I don't always want to do the work to make the magick happen.  Sometimes I watch the magick happen for other people, and think, wow, if only....   So I look a little harder to see what my dreams are, to see what I would be willing to put the energy into.   There are a few things, but they aren't really what makes my heart sing. 
 
What does "what makes your heart sing" mean?   Some of my friends know what I mean by that phrase, and happily they have found their song.   So I'll now tell you. 
 
A few years ago, we held one of our Mid-Summer Celebration Rituals at my heart-brother Ben's place.  Two of my heart-sisters, Linda and Wolfie, and I led the ritual that day.  (We all wore golden cloaks that Lin had brought, and wound up carrying the title of "The Golden Girls" because of it.)  It was wonderful!   Anyway, as happens a lot of times during Ritual, I spoke and led a short meditation at the midpoint of the ritual.  And, as happens a lot of times, the first few words that I spoke were mine, but the rest of it was "someone else" sharing their message.  I don't consider myself a channeler, but it happens quite a bit.  I start talking, and then get bumped aside by an energy who wants to speak.  I don't get to hear what they say, and have to ask afterword what was said. 
 
On this particular day, I knew that I was going to borrow the phrase "find what makes your heart sing" from another heart-sister, Rhonda.  She had found the words somewhere, and we had spent some time talking about it.   It means to do those things that fill your heart with joy, that gives you that warm, happy feeling that sticks around for a long time.  The kind of thing that you never get bored with, that you are always happy when you do it,  that never feels like work or a chore to do.  That makes you feel really alive, that satisfies you.  Do you get what I mean?  That's what we call "making your heart sing."  Whatever it might be, it fills you up, lifts your spirits, and usually results in good things happening, not just for you, but for other people too. 
 
Sounds like a lot to think about, doesn't it?   In the long run, it's not.  It is really as simple as looking at the things you like to do, and holding them close to your heart for a moment, if only in your mind.  Your heart knows what the right thing is.  Your soul knows.  It's a vibrational match when it's the right thing.  The vibrations match up, and start to feed off of and into each other, and the vibrations rise, and start to sing because they match.  You feel it inside and out.  You feel and hear them singing.  And then you start to "sing".   And it's the most glorious sound ever.
It changes your entire life. 
 
I have lots of little things that make my heart sing.  I don't always hear them because I drown them out with "junk", as I call it.  Mundane world worries, letting myself get stressed out by stoopid things (and people).   There are days when I don't want to hear the little songs, I want "the big one", and that stresses me even more.  I wonder what I'm doing wrong, what am I supposed to be doing, what do I need to change?   The answer?  It's simple, really, and I just found it.  I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing, and I don't need to change anything.   I've got a full orchestra playing right now, a wonderful variety of heart songs that are so glorious, each in their own right, in their own way.  They flow from one to the other perfectly.  I've only had to listen and feel it.   And I do. 
 
May you also find what makes your heart sing. 
 
 

Sunday, December 05, 2010

I'm Dreaming Of...

A White Christmas?  Well, sure, that would be fine and nice.  It's this stuff that's coming down now that I'm not liking very much.  It is currently 24 degrees, with winds gusting up to 29 miles an hour, making the wind chill 14 degrees or less.   Not nice!  Nasty, really.  And Winter is just beginning here in New York.  
 
I am NOT ready for it.  Plain and simple.  Don't want it.  Don't want to have to drive in it.  Don't want to have to shovel it.  Don't want to have to dress like Nannook of The North to go to work in it.  
 
Yes, that's a lot of negatives, so I am trying really hard to think positive thoughts.  I am warm in my house, comfortable, happy, cooking good food, enjoying cuddling with my cats and listening to them snore.  Right now, two are on my bed, one is on my desk.  All snoring!  
 
Along with those positive thoughts are others that have been rolling around in my thoughts and dreams lately.   Especially over the past few days with the moon phase coming into Dark and now New Moon.  This month's New Moon is in Sagittarius, and the main line written by StarIQ about it says:  "The New Moon in Sagittarius is a time of vision and hope.  Fresh ideas for future travel, education and growth begin to sprout wings and get ready to fly."  
 
I really like that, and part of why it has extra meaning for me is that I will be celebrating my 55th birthday in March.  Yep, 55.  Part of me can't believe it (the young me inside), part of me does (the physical part during fibro flares and weather-aggravated aches and pains).   It's what's going on in my heart and soul lately that is the most important to me now.   And that is really what this blog is about. 
 
55 will be a big one for me.  And I am using it as a major turning point in my life.   You see, for those of you who are nowhere near this point, there comes a different kind of freedom when you click that age odometer over to 55.   There's the Early Bird Senior Special Prices at Denny's!   I can do that!   I'm just kidding about that... sort of...   I'm equating it with what happens when you pass that 55 mph speed limit sign, it's freedom, it's open road, it's not having to crawl along not really getting very far very fast.   It's taking a look back, and knowing that it's been good so far.  But also knowing that there's more to come, and I can make whatever I want out of it, which is exactly what I'm going to do.  
 
I could retire... IF I had worked the same job for 30 years, and it was one of those jobs where you could do that.   But I don't and haven't, and Social Security won't start until I'm at least 62 (with a really crappy benefit level).  <sigh>   (Besides, I think my boss would probably want to kill me)  So, no retiring for me yet.   (Where ARE those winning Lottery numbers??!)
 
Some of the other "coulds" sound good when I say them out loud (yes, I talk to myself), but when I start thinking about them on a heart and soul level, they just don't feel right.  And that's what I'm primarily going by these days.   If the thought lights a spark that warms the inner me, then it's something to take a serious look at, and make plans to make it happen.   Throw it out to the Universe, with all my heart and soul behind it, and I believe that it will happen.   (Sir Lancelot just woke up from his nap at that moment, looked at me and meowed, saying "yes, that's right" with a big smile on his face.  Okay, I get it!)
 
So the plans are in the works, notes being made in my Journal.   In the meanwhile, I am happy and grateful for what I have in my life right now.   I am happy in my home, happy in my job, happy with my family, friends, and critters, and thankful for all of it.  
 
It's all good, and it's going to get even better!
 
 
 

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Seeing and Hearing, Looking and Listening

It's interesting how, for the most part, things that happen on a daily basis tend to pass through our awareness without much recognition or impact. 
 
What we see on tv or during our daily commute to work, what we hear on the radio or in the course of daily conversations with family, friends, and co-workers, it all sort of slides by without much of it "sticking" with us. 
 
Oh, occasionally, there's something that manages to be recognized as worth holding on to, but, in the long run, not for very long.   The days blend together, and the memories get blurred. All of a sudden, it's a year later, and we think "where did the time go?"  
 
So it has been for me, for most of my life.  Until this past week.   Things are different now. 
 
What happened? 
 
First, last Saturday, I basically went deaf in one ear, temporarily, due to an excessive wax build-up.  The other one wasn't nearly as bad, but still lacking.  Monday morning, I went to the Immediate Care Center to have both flushed out.  It was successful.  Hearing restored, no permanent damage.   In the interim, for most of the weekend, I experienced, at least partially, what people with hearing loss experience on a daily basis.  Everything was muted.  I found myself straining to hear the simplest things, like my cats meowing, birds singing, the wind moving through the trees.   Answering the phone was difficult.  Listening to music was annoying because I couldn't hear all the different levels of the sound.  Doing my job was frustrating because I have to talk with people and listen to what they have to say about what they want and need for their eyeglasses.  I felt that having to turn my head to one side to be able to hear them better was being rude, because I normally look straight at them while we're talking, and I was having to look at them sideways.    Didn't like it much.
 
Now that I'm back to normal (whatever THAT is!), I'm paying better attention to the sounds in my life.   To me, there's hearing, and then there's listening.  I believe there's a difference there. 
 
In the dictionary, hearing is the faculty or sense by which sound is perceived, and the act of perceiving sound.   Listening, in the dictionary, is to give attention with the ear; attend closely for the purpose of hearing; give ear; to pay attention; heed; obey; to wait attentively for a sound.   So, in hearing, the sound is recognized, and flows on by.  In listening, once recognized, the sound is taken in, processed, and retained.  And thereby, understood and appreciated more.  Which adds to the quality of life, in my book.   I am now LISTENING!  
 
The second event was just yesterday.  While at work, I began to experience what I thought was the beginning of an ocular migraine.  You know, the visual disturbance that looks like somebody's dropping a shimmering gossamer curtain down over one half of your field of vision?   That's what I usually get; only very seldom does it turn into a full blown migraine headache.  I consider myself lucky on that score, and it doesn't happen very often.  Usually after something has stressed me out, and is all leveled out and resolved.  I guess I must have gotten really frustrated with one of my co-workers yesterday!  Thought that I'd shaken it off with a whatever, but I guess not.  Anyway, within about 10 minutes of the visual disturbance starting, all of a sudden I started seeing white flashes of light, like lightening bolts, streaking down the left side of my vision.  Crap!  I freaked, and ran for our optometrist.  Flashing white lights in the eye usually means there is a detachment of the retina happening, which if not treated with laser surgery pretty quickly, can result in loss of sight.   And here I am, with no medical insurance, and no money to pay for any kind of treatment.  We'd be talking at least $2000.00 for that to be done.    Yeah, NO!  Wouldn't be happening for me!    
 
Our Doc was actually getting ready to leave for the day, and said why didn't you tell me about this like an hour ago?  I told him quite emphatically that it had only started about 10 minutes ago.  So he said, okay, and proceeded to put in the drops to dialate my pupils, so that he could see inside my eyes, and maybe see what was going on.   I'm sure most folks have had the dialation done during an eye examination.  It's okay, the drops sting a little, the eyes get very light sensitive for the duration, and the close-up vision gets messed up.  Not so nice on a day off, really made it tough to work for the rest of the day. 
 
So my eyes dialated, and the doc sets up the slit-lamp to have a look.  Super bright white light directed into the inside of the eye via a 10 power magnifying lens!  God, that hurts!  All you want to do is slam your eyes shut, but you can't.  Kind of cool is seeing a ghost image of the retina and all its blood vessels after the light goes away.  Know how you get temporarily blinded when a flash bulb goes off?  Multiply that by 10 in intensity, and in duration.  
 
The result was good and bad.  The good news:  there is no retinal detachment.  Both look good, healthy, and attached where and how they're supposed to be.  Yay!   The bad news:  there is posterior vitreous detachment in the left eye.   Sounds weird, and a little nasty if your mind travels into the gutter easily.   The explanation is fairly easy to understand. 
 
A brief anatomy lesson, if you'll bear with me.  Inside our eyeballs, there is a jelly-like fluid, called the vitreous humour, shaped like a ball.  Its purposes are two-fold: one being to keep the eyeball inflated and round, the other is to assist in focusing and directing light rays that come in through the pupil and lens onto the retina for transmission to, and interpretation by our brains.  That's how we see things.   This jelly ball is "attached" to the retina, stabilizing it, at the spot where the optic nerve comes in.  Over time, with age, the jelly shrinks and liquefies, which can lead to a detachment.  When that happens, the ball starts "bouncing" or shifting around inside the eyeball, sometimes smacking up against the retina, which causes the light flashes.  Another result of this is the increase in the number of "floaters", or what looks like black specks or strings, that wiggle through the field of vision.  I've got a few new ones now.  One looks like a bubble, a couple look like worms (almost), and there is also what I'm seeing as a "fold" on the far left side of my vision.  
 
The prognosis, as the doc would say, is that there is nothing that can be done to fix this.  It has to stabilize on its own, which should happen in about 6 weeks or so.  The light flashes will minimize, I'll learn to ignore the floaters, and the optical center in the brain will reprogram to interpret images a little differently.  I do have to watch for possible bleeding.  Doc said if the world suddenly turns pink, there's a bleed.   But it should all be okay.   This is just one of those "things" that can happen as we age; not necessarily as the result of any kind of trauma.  Meaning you don't have to get smacked in the head for this to happen.   Great!
 
So much for the medical stuff. 
 
It was what I observed during the dialation, and more afterward that made the impression on me.   I kind of felt like I was in a bubble for a while.  Things looked a little distorted, different than they usually looked.  It sort of made me feel like I wasn't totally on the ground anymore.  The effect of the lights in the store was different; some parts of it was cleaner and sharper than others.  While riding home in the car, I looked at street lights, car headlights, house lights, the moon and the stars.  All of them looked different.  The light came through in layers, more three dimensional than I could recall seeing before.  Everything looks different, and I'm looking at everything differently today. 
 
Back to the dictionary again.  Looking: turning one's eyes toward something or in some direction in order to see; glancing or gazing in a manner specified; using one's sight or vision in seeking, searching, examining, watching, etc..  Seeing:  perceiving with the eyes; viewing; perceiving (things) mentally; discerning; understanding; constructing a mental image of; visualizing; to be cognizant of; recognizing; ascertaining, learning, or finding out; to have knowledge or experience of; to understand intellectually or spiritually; have insight; to give attention or care; to consider; think; deliberate.  
 
Bet you can guess which one I'm going with now, right?  SEEING!   There's a difference for me in that the things I look at everyday are really being seen now.  The images are registering more solidly, and there is understanding and appreciation that I think I was missing before.  
 
On both the mundane and spiritual levels, this past week has been an awakening for me.  I won't be forgetting to see and listen any time soon.
 
Namaste',
Myriah
 
 

Monday, December 28, 2009

I'll see you next year....

... and next year is only, what, 4 days away?!  It should still be July by my calendar...
 
My "calendar" is waaaay off these days.   Oh, I'm doing my very best to correct that.   And day by day it gets better.   I do a little something every day to make it better.  Things that I know I can do, slowly, steadily, one thing at a time.   Some days it is very difficult to do.  Some days this body of mine doesn't want to get out of bed when I have to.  Damn Fibromyalgia anyway!   (Of course, staying up until all hours of the night playing School of Wizardry and School of Magic on Facebook doesn't help, but that's my own fault, my own choice, so I can't blame anybody but me for those days.)    I think I'm about due for one of those "I'm not doing anything" days here shortly, which I really haven't had since I moved in November this year.  
 
I am really looking forward to the end of 2009, and the beginning of 2010.  I am planning a real little "celebration" for myself on 12/31 at midnite.   Not that this past year was horrible, some of my friends had it a lot worse than me.  It was, however, a year of "transformation" for me, to take the steps that I needed to take to be able to step fully into who I am, to do what I'm supposed to be doing.    It was difficult to do, because it meant walking away from an over four year relationship with a man who I loved dearly.   The reason?   To be as succinct as possible without causing him any additional pain, I will simply say that our life paths decided to head in different directions.   To stay in our handfasted relationship would be inappropriate, and we probably would have wound up hurting each other a whole lot more in the long run.   So the handfasting is untied, dissolved, and we've parted, both having learned some lessons along the way, to go on our separate paths. 
 
I'm okay with it, now.   I'm in my own space, with my three cats, most everything is settled where it's supposed to be here in my new place.  (I swear I will hire movers the next time, even if I have to save for an additional six months to pay them, if that's what it takes.)  I'm enjoying being able to do what I want, how I want, when I want (with the only restriction on that being what time I have to go to work the next day).   And so I'm looking forward to the New Year (on the calendar).   It holds lots of promise for me, for my life, for my spiritual path, for my "work".   
 
I do want to take a couple of moments here to say thank you to those friends and heartfamily who helped me with my moving:  Ben, Lori, Linda, Jean, Larry, Ameya, boB, who helped load everything into trucks and cars and bring it all here, and then unload it too; and again to Linda, who put up with me and my cats in her home for a month between when I moved out of my former home and when I could move into my new one.  I could not have done it without all of you, and I am so very, very grateful for your help, love, and support. 
 
Anyway, before I start blubbering here...  it's all good, you see?   It all happens for a reason, even if we don't know what the reason is for a long time after.  It's all a result of choices we make, even if the choices leave us feeling bruised and battered, wondering why (or why not).  We still somehow manage to get to where we are supposed to be, as long as our intentions are good, and our hearts are in the right place.   Throwing the "what's next?" question out to the Universe with a positive mindset usually winds up with a positive result, even if we're not too sure we're headed in the right direction along the way.  Our internal soul compass knows the right way, and will get us there. 
 
So I say to you now, I'll see you next year, and I will close with what I've posted here (and sent out to people I know) over the past couple of years.   Happy New Year!
 
~Myriah
 
To Everyone,
My personal Best Wishes to you and Yours for a Happy, Healthy, Prosperous New Year in 2010!
 
May you find positive ways to be happy.  
May you do what is necessary to achieve and maintain personal health and well-being.  
May you know peace and contentment within yourself.  
May you know the joys of family connections, be they biological or heart-chosen.  
Every day may you experience....
something to smile about
something to giggle about
something to belly-laugh about
something to make you say "awwww"
a hug from a friend
a kiss from someone you love
a "thank you", heartfelt, both given and received
a compliment
doing something positive for someone, with no strings attached, without them knowing it was you who did it.
hearing a song on the radio that touches your heart with a smile
learning something new every day
joy
understanding
compassion
the knowledge that guilt and anger are both useless and harmful emotions
the ability to let go of guilt and anger
strength
courage
faith in yourself
serenity
gratitude
friendship
love

 
And finally, the words of a song that I will probably consider to be my all-time favorite...
 
My Wish - Rascal Flatts

I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow
And each road leads you where you want to go
And if you're faced with the choice and you have to choose
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you
And if one door opens to another door closed
I hope you keep on walkin' 'til you find the window
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile
But more than anything, more than anything

My wish for you
Is that this life becomes all that you want it to
Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small
You never need to carry more than you can hold
And while you're out there gettin' where you're gettin' to
I hope you know somebody loves you
And wants the same things too
Yeah, this is my wish

I hope you never look back but you never forget
All the ones who love you
And the place you left
I hope you always forgive and you never regret
And you help somebody every chance you get
Oh, you find God's grace in every mistake
And always give more than you take
But more than anything, yeah more than anything

My wish for you
Is that this life becomes all that you want it to
Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small
You never need to carry more than you can hold
And while you're out there gettin' where you're gettin' to
I hope you know somebody loves you
And wants the same things too
Yeah, this is my wish

 
 

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Don't know what to title this...

As I'm getting ready to go to sleep tonight, I find that I can't.  My mind won't stop turning, my thoughts won't quiet down, I'm wide awake.   I feel the urge to write something, but the thoughts are jumbled, disconnected, tangled.   Might have something to do with having watched FlashForward tonight, or with the preview of 2012 that's been running on TV....
 
It bothers me that the focus of a lot of shows that are coming on TV and in the movies now concerning 2012 is major disaster.   So many people seem to have this view of it being the end of the world, that our planet will be destroyed, and life as we have known it will end.  
 
I have to say that I'm tired of that angle, that point of view.   I need to express what I see coming, what I've seen happening.  
 
Yes, I used the word "seen", and yes, that means a vision of what the future might hold.   I don't get visions very often, I only hear voices in my head occasionally.   I am a witch, and I follow an eclectic pagan spiritual path.  As I get older, I am getting a little eccentric about some things, but I think we all do.  I am finding more of the freedom that comes with growing older, and I really wouldn't want to go back to when I was younger.  As the saying goes, been there, done that.   Some of my life has been rough, most of it has been wonderful.  There are days when I would have liked to have made different choices along the road that I've traveled, but I don't think I'd be where I'm at now if I had.  So it's all been part of the process, so to speak.  
 
Anyway...
 
I believe that 2012, the end of the Mayan Calendar, will be a turning point for humanity on this planet.   The decisions that we make, as the human race here, will determine the result and the rest of our future.   Part of it depends on what we do in the coming few years, part on what we believe.   We have the choice, the power to affect our future in a positive way.   We can choose to raise ourselves up and become all that we can possibly be, to become truly one people, to regain all the knowledge that has been lost, or I should say hidden away.  Or we can choose to tear ourselves apart, and destroy everything.  
 
What difference does skin color make?  None whatsoever.  Take off the skin and we are all identical underneath.  Same bone, same muscle, same blood, same organs.  Absolutely no difference. 
 
What difference does religion make?  None whatsoever.  All paths lead to the Universal Divine, regardless of the name used.  The ideology is the same.  The core values are the same.  
 
What difference does age make?  None, unless you're wine or cheese.   Okay, that was silly... 
 
Love is truly the key to happiness.   Being kind, and helping someone who needs help is paramount to being connected to the Divine.  We are all part of the Divine, after all. 
 
And now I'm rambling.... so it's time for sleep....
 
Namaste,
Myriah
 
 
 

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Text of Inaugural Address by President Barack Obama

Text of President Barack Obama's inaugural address on Tuesday, as prepared for delivery and released by the Presidential Inaugural Committee.

OBAMA: My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)."

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Happy New Year 2009!

The happiest of the New Year to each and every one of you 
Lee and I would like to share our wishes for the New Year for each and every one of you...
 
May you find positive ways to be happy.  
May you do what is necessary to achieve and maintain personal health and well-being.  
May you know peace and contentment within yourself.  
May you know the joys of family connections, be they biological or heart-chosen.  
Every day may you experience....
something to smile about
something to giggle about
something to belly-laugh about
something to make you say "awwww"
a hug from a friend
a kiss from someone you love
a "thank you", heartfelt, both given and received
a compliment
doing something positive for someone, with no strings attached, without them knowing it was you who did it.
      
hearing a song on the radio that touches your heart with a smile
learning something new every day
joy
understanding
compassion
the knowledge that guilt and anger are both useless and harmful emotions
the ability to let go of guilt and anger
strength
courage
faith in yourself
serenity
gratitude
friendship
love
And, to quote Rascal Flatts...
 

I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow
And each road leads you where you want to go
And if you're faced with the choice and you have to choose
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you
And if one door opens to another door closed
I hope you keep on walkin' 'til you find the window
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile
But more than anything, more than anything

My wish for you
Is that this life becomes all that you want it to
Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small
You never need to carry more than you can hold
And while you're out there gettin' where you're gettin' to
I hope you know somebody loves you
And wants the same things too
Yeah, this is my wish

I hope you never look back but you never forget
All the ones who love you
And the place you left
I hope you always forgive and you never regret
And you help somebody every chance you get
Oh, you find God's grace in every mistake
And always give more than you take
But more than anything, yeah more than anything

This is my wish
I hope you know somebody loves you
May all your dreams stay big

Much Love,
Myriah & Lee