On "Power"...Giving it...Getting it....

Somebody said something to me recently about "Giving away your power..".... And it somehow stayed with me somehow.... So here's the thing about power from my point of view... Power is a state of consciousness....An "Essence" really.. Hence, One simply CANNOT GIVE it away.......... Having said that, it would seem that we can easily SHIRK our power, giving off the ILLUSION of handing it over to someone else... For Power, in and of itself, is either THERE, (in our DNA), or it's NOT.. POWER is a TRAGICALLY misunderstood and MIS-HANDLED entity... If we choose to simply not APPEAR to "OWN" our power for a period of time, that is NOT to say that we've GIVEN it to someone else.. Au Contraire really... PERHAPS REAL, ORGANIC POWER is found in those PRECISE moments,, when others "THINK" that they've out-foxed us...duped us somehow... The POWER then is in ALLOWING them to "THINK" whatever they choose..

Those REALLY ANNOYING, plastic holder things on Soda....

I've been itching  for a VERY LONG time to lament ....BIG TIME...
about those CRAZY, PLASTIC things that are wrapped around 6-packs of soda....
You KNOW EXACTLY the things I'm referring to...
Those little, STRETCHY DEVILS that I find myself literally STRUGGLING with...
Pulling and out-foxing,,,,,
Jockeying and Flailing,,,,,,,,,
 JUST to get the Freakin' soda bottle OUT from under their smarmy grip !!!!
And then....
to add insult to injury...
after the INSANE sparring match has come to an end.....
and you sit DRIPPING with sweat....DEPLETED...on the kitchen floor.....
PARCHED...RED in the face,,,
Thirsting....
You open that soda bottle....RELIEVED....ANTICIPATING the sweet,
cold liquid hitting your tongue.....quenching that mind-blowing thirst...
And the entire thing EXPLODES in your face !!!!
because of the RIDICULOUS SHAKING and PIVOTING and ROCKING
that it's gone through during the battle....
Am I the ONLY victim of this INJUSTICE ??????

On Superfluous Opinions....

So we ALL pretty much "kowtow" to others judgments, opinions, advice...
Even though....
(And this is ALWAYS the case!)
Even though......
There is a gnawing, little voice in the back of our heads.....
 telling us as plain as day.......
that .......
"WHAT """"THEY"""" THINK DOESN'T MATTER"....
When.....
In actuality....
ONLY what ""they"" think matters...
Let's face it...
We are Aristotelian Puppets ...
Political...Weak...
all vying for the CHANCE to just OCCUPY the GOLDEN THRONE....
if only for a millisecond....
Oh, yes...
We spend our precious time jockeying for position and status and recognition....
ALL...
Mind you...ALL...
in the name of LOVE and BELONGING-NESS....
 

On "Keepin it Light"...

I think that we can all agree that the "UBER-DRAMA" thing is never the way to go....
All the Hollywood ups and downs become tiresome and redundant quickly...
No question...

Having said that...
What's up with the "Keeping it Light" thing ???
What does it mean ?
That REALITY should not be allowed in from the cold ?
That ONLY sunshine and popsicles are deemed appropriate dining options on the Menu of Life ?

What happens when there is a Death ?
or a Fire ?
Should these things not be disclosed to the "Keeping it Light" people ?

What if you have a BONE TO PICK with a member of the "Keeping it Light" order ?
Just FORGET about it ????
Let Bygones become Bygones ?

What about DEPTH ?
What about Homeless People and Cancer Kids and The HOLOCAUST ???
What about GOD ?

Is GOD keeping it light ???

How long must we PLAY the "Keeping it Light" card ?
(if at all...?)

The Shelves were stocked with ORANGES and TURPENTINE....

On this icy and grey day....
the scent of ORANGES could be detected even from a distance...
The cold itself, somehow, made the oranges that much more INVITING....
That Citrus Aroma ....Heady ...
And yet...
as per usual.....
the TURPENTINE took its place on the center stage of her sojourn.......
For the turpentine was like blood for her....like AIR....
It literally THINNED the membrane ...the cartilage....
which had collected, yet again, in her mind's eye....
And of course,
as that "silver thread" of "Artistry"....of "Creation-ism"
was physically loosened by the onslaught of FIGURATIVE TURPENTINE...
(the "turp" having been CROWDING the CREATIVE CENTER)...
Ideas and Imaginings and STAUNCH, HARDY IMAGERY began flowing lovingly...
with free reign even,,,,,,,'
out from under the shackles of MOVING BOXES and other sundry PARAPHERNALIA....

And so it went.....
Winter was upon them.......

She just could NOT get SETTLED....

What was it exactly that was standing in her way ?

Was it the boxes of "stuff" still waiting to be unpacked ?
Was it the sheer confluence of space which felt almost superfluous to her?
Was it the "realization of a dream"?
The Fantasy becoming the Reality ?
Was it the fact that she had SUCH a hard time GIFTING herself with ANYTHING ?
For example:
The easel(s) should ABSOLUTELY go into the DINING ROOM....
NO QUESTION ABOUT IT...
That's where the MAGIC would happen...
the sunlight...the brick....the pure CHI of the spot really...
But in her almost "Stockholm Syndrome-ish" way, she felt that she was actually
BETRAYING the DINING TABLE !!!!

Hellllloooo !!!

The DINING TABLE did not have feelings!!!!
(Except in Shamanism!) 
 LOL

And EVEN THOUGH she had effortlessly set up the dining table in the
 LOVELY and AMPLE KITCHEN ....

The woman felt GUILTY 100% of the time...
What was THAT ???

Her "Child of Holocaust Survivors" upbringing ??
Her Judaism ?
Her Mistaken Marriages ?
Somebody needed to SHAKE THIS WOMAN but good !!!

ENOUGH already....

 

I won't insult you with the "Let's be GRATEFUL" Vitriol....

I mean....COME ON....
There are PLENTY of people in this "great country" who are DYING for a break...
a smidgen of LUCK....
a bit of LOVE even....
There are people who are simply DYING...
Should THEY be GRATEFUL ??
For WHAT exactly ?
And who, prey tell, are WE, to FORCE our PATRONIZING PLATITUDES upon them ??

Nor will I Re-Hammer the story of the Pilgrims making their arduous way to Freedom and Democracy...
(YAWN)
Do we THINK we live in a DEMOCRACY ???
Last time I checked, the MAYOR of New York was DICTATING (emphasis on DICK!)
what he THINKS our level of POLYUNSATURATED FAT INTAKE should be....
Democracy ?
Oligarchy maybe ?

This year, for the first time in MANY years,
Thanksgiving and Chanukah coincide....
This seems Arbitrary, at best....No big deal, albeit perhaps a bit odd...
But this COLLISION of Momentous Days got me thinking....

What are we all doing here  ?
SURVIVING ??
TRYING ???
BUILDING ???
Have we reached the CONSUMMATE, EXISTENTIAL DILEMMA ?
Is there GOLD at the end of our HOLIDAY RAINBOW ???
How are the RATES on GOLD today anyway ??

Will TURKEYS stuffed with POTATO PANCAKES really assuage the suffering of the masses ?
of the FEW perhaps ?

Are we making the BEST of a BAD situation ?
or...
Are we simply being HUMAN and finding BASIC ways
 to REJOICE and REGROUP and RECONNOITER ???

What say you ?