Day: May 13, 2010
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Meditations: Jesus Looks Like M. Night Shyamalan?
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising. I’ve been trying to connect with the child who’s following me but haven’t been very successful. So far, he’s appeared on the edge of my Meditative Forest, a little wary of the man who seems to have taken up residence in this private place…
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If I Call and Say “Don’t Come In”
While reading up on the latest in the Allen Lee case and why he said the things he did about his teacher’s method of teaching inspiring school shootings (as someone with an English degree, I understand his point, however ill-timed or misconstrued), I suddenly remembered a book that I started 10 years ago called “Breach.”…
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Free Speech: The Power to Disturb
The power to “disturb” is a mighty and wonderful thing, because if you have the power to disturb, you have the power to persuade, to draw out certain emotions, to affect change. That’s also why some people are so terrified of it. I’m not pro or anti-gun, which is often the bent of political…
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Not So Rare
Yep, he found my journal. Spent the day researching me. Read various posts from 2 pages and doesn’t understand: 1. My sense of humor 2. My spirituality 3. My being a mom 4. My books 5. My musical tastes 6. My worldview 7. My sexuality 8. My conflicted feelings over my dad Keep in…
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Radical Ideas vs Bureaucracy… Guess Which Wins?
I’ve come to terms with the fact that my best asset to any organization is my ability to generate ideas. I have tons of ideas. Wild ideas. Crazy ideas. Creative ideas. Never-done-before ideas. Legal but can-you-really-do-that ideas. Subversive ideas. Analytically supported ideas. “Effin’ Brilliant” ideas as some people have called them. It’s the way my…
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Stars, Reality, and Perspective— and Loving Again
This is important for reasons I cannot yet fathom, except that I’m looking for what is real. We’re so sure of what reality is. We gaze at the night sky, at what’s not visible in the glare of harsh light, and congratulate ourselves on seeing the reality that those stars are there, both night…
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Man Games
Oh, good grief. Men play such petty little games. They want to go out and then they don’t want to go out and then they might want to go out but they’re not sure. What? Do you think I’m sitting here painting my toenails and reading Cosmo waiting for you to make up your mind…
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The Child Who Calls to Me
Although my daughters are teens now, they still call me the same thing they did as little girls. “Mommy.” Except around their friends. They try to be cooler than and just not call me anything. I like being called “Mommy,” so as they’ve gotten older, I’ve never discouraged it or insisted they call me “Mom”…
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Jump or Be Pushed, More
Occasionally the Universe gives me little pushes and I don’t realize it. Sometimes the pushing starts rather suddenly and forces me to act quickly. Sometimes I refuse to see it until I’m at the cliff’s edge and the ground is giving way under me and I’m still refusing to see it. I’m better at that…
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Jump or Be Pushed
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising. In another of my own personal version of “Groundhog Day: The Movie,” I woke yet again to Hinder’s “Lips of an Angel.” Different time, different station, same song…every day this week, including weekends. I hated the song the first zillion times I heard it,…
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The Queen of Multi-Tasking
I seem to be either concentrating on ONE thing, so focused that I could forget anything else going on for a little while or…. Well, okay, that’s actually rare. It’s usually something creative or someone or some subject I feel intensely about but it’s still very rare that I’m focused on just one thing, especially…
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Overwhelmed
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising. I’ve definitely been more emotional than usual this past week, though most people haven’t really observed it unless they’ve been following my journal. Maybe it’s because of the National news, which I’m mostly avoiding but it seeps through. Or maybe it’s all the people…
