this could be seen as a lazy post. and maybe it is. none-the-less the irony of the lyrics of this song and cory’s struggle are hard to let lay. my understanding is that he just got out of rehab in early june. he was working to some degree at taking a look at the man in the mirror. and that is not an easy task. i understand very closely how unaware he probably was of his mortality. no doubt he was too occupied running from his reflection. but i feel very blessed to have encountered some of his strengths. his voice had an effect on my sanity.
thank you.young cory… for living your own life- you made an impact and changed lives. maybe next time the road be more gentle on your soul,
There is not a liberal America and a conservative America – there is the United States of America. There is not a black America and a white America and latino America and asian America – there’s the United States of America.
this post was inspired by my friend julien arbor. she posted the “pink” version of this song on the “punks for obama” page on fb. i honestly felt like celebrating and when i heard that song i knew it held some of the joie du vivre that i was feeling.
there are so many really disturbing things i noticed about the party system this time- mostly the divisive nature of the campaigns. the obama legacy will no doubt include the amazing strides his camp has made to bring the different sub-populations together. as a nation, i am not sure we can afford just what the divisive nature will cost us.
almost friday and life gets more simple and more complicated at the same time. my heart continues to open and my barriers to love continue to pop up like the flying ducks in a shooting arcade game. some days it is exhausting. and then it is inspiring. and then exhausting again. today i heard someone crying over the phone and a very codependent urge to comfort them filled my core. it was quietly sublime. even better was the chance to address that urge later in the day.
with regard to glee, (which i kinda covet every week) there is the emerging issue of the heavy girl (lauren zizes) who is demonized as a sexual compulsive. this week, she was singing “i know what boys like” and i found myself feeling insulted and played down to. it’s almost creepy and abusive somehow. on the upside, i am pretty sure that chord overstreet is actually developing some rhythm and won’t have to be in the back rows of the dance routines much longer.
tomorrow i will be participating in the filming of a small documentary about “advocates for recovery” which is an organization that has become dear to my heart. i cringe to think about how i will appear in the camera’s eye as i have shape shifted over the last 2 years and gained much weight. and here is where i should tell myself that it is easier to criticize myself than do the work to change. this is a truth that i understand very well.
questions i will be speaking to: What did your active addiction look like? What’s your life look like now?What did you take from the community in your addiction? What do you give back to the community? now?….how?Was this possible with out support????
my oh my – my head is swimming today. i am looking to endorse some enhancements at my workplace. i am nearly mesmerized by the opportunities is see for change. and manic-me loves this part of my life’s rhythm. but i do need to be ready for no change at all. this is just as much a possibility. and i am NOT in charge…
i have been talking about much this week about success and failures not being separate entities, but more being a part of the same bigger whole. without loss, we don’t “get” triumph. and without desperation, we probably would not recognize hope if it surrounded us.
1. to tranquilize or calm, as a person or the feelings; relieve, comfort, or refresh
2. to mitigate, assuage, or allay, as pain, sorrow, or doubt
3.to exert a soothing influence; bring tranquility, calm, ease, or comfort.
Read more: http://weighingthefacts.blogspot.com/2010/08/eating-disorder-recovery-self-soothing.html#ixzz16xi3JSID
i find myself midweek already a bit pooped from the many ups and not-so-ups. sometimes working with people who are not well can hurt. yesterday was one of those days for me. luckily my hurt heals. here’s one (or two) things that helped.