the letting go

I don’t know why I’m sharing this – it’s sooo fkin cliche.  It’s so fkn true, that’s the thing.  When you get a cliche after hearing it for 37 years, you feel the need to externalize it somehow.  You also realize that to others it is still just a cliche – unless they get it too.  So you know this thing about “Let go and let God” or “Go with the flow”, or “Stop swimming upstream”?  You’ve heard those!  And by God I do mean; The Universe, The Source, The One – and whatever you call it too – not that old guy sitting in the clouds.  So about a month and a half ago, I guess, I just let go.  I fkn let go!  How bad was I at controlling it all if the moment – the VERY moment I let go – it came together.  It was as if by way of my struggling and stressing I was actually stopping all of the beautiful and bountiful things that were meant to be in my life.  It’s so freakin cool – now I just accept every moment as it is – when I miss the bus, spill my blueberry smootie on my cream comforter, run into someone I’d rather not talk with – and seriously it always works out well.  Or maybe I just feel like it did because I wasn’t unforgiving towards the reality and full of thoughts of how it should be and why it’s not supposed to be what it actually – in fact – IS.  I know this is raaannndooom but when you feel this light and free you just want to share.


Romney is boooring, I miss Sarah. SA-RAH! SA-RAH! SA-RAH!

I had to follow up the last post with a little treat – seeing how I owe you guys some giggles and all.

I so wish I was more tech savvy so I could embed this video directly, but dear friends – trust me when I say it’s worth the extra click.  One of her many classics, let’s just consider it an ode to the idiotic political climate we once again find ourselves in.  You may get an uncomfortable feeling and wish to flee the experience.  Do not be alarmed – this is normal.      The Fail and The Fart


I usually start paying attention again about one year before a presidential election – a fact I’ll admit for no other reason than to make clear that I’ve been watching.  In horror.  Are they trying to WIN the bloody election or not?!?  Seriously, I’ve racked my pea brain long enough – someone please decode the strategy for me so I can have an aha! moment.  Right now I’ll just say I’m seriously confused and nearly amused – except that for me it’s a little too much like watching Whitney Houston tell Barbara Walters “crack is whack”, or Sarah Palin try to explain herself to Katie Couric (pick an interview).  I cringe and turn my eyes away in embarassement.

counteracting bashar

I said in a recent post that I would make an effort to look for good news and share it…then I went and posted “syrian slaughterhouse” – sorry.  It was on my heart at the moment but I’m attempting to counteract it with a little good news offering.  Go ahead – open it!

click for a smile:

Like a good neighbor

hmmm this has me thinking about a possible separate category just for good news…and funny stuff 🙂

syrian slaughterhouse

The sight of his face used to make my stomach turn –  the drug-induced crazy in his eyes, his sweaty, untamed hair and flambouant clothing – all clearly announced his maddness.  Muammar Gaddafi was evil – a self-obsessed, murderous freak – and it wasn’t a secret.  Even if you knew nothing, to see him told you so – he was a duck quacking, as ducks do – intellectually you would get the message.

My reaction when I see the face of Bashaar al-Assad, on the other hand, is an entirely and powerfully visceral one.  I feel his evil.  My breathing gets shallow and the muscles in my body tighten up – as if I’m in danger or may need to sprint away at any moment.  A well groomed medical doctor in a suit and tie, whose voice never raises and whose face bears no visible sign of stress or guilt – even while being interviewed concerning details of his merciless torturing and killing of his countrymen, women and children.  No,  intellect won’t help you here, as it would be nearly impossible to connect that picture of a man to the horrendous events being carried out at his behest.

Paul Conroy, a photojournalist who covers wars, just days ago narrowly escaped along with the last who will, from the now completely Syrian government controlled city of Baba Amr.  He characterized the scene as a “medieval-style slaughter”, and admits that as he left, the remaining citizens were starting to accept their fate…soon Bashaar’s militia would start their rounds – door to door, to take their revenge.

Why can’t his horns just be visible?

gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling. me gusta

Look guys – I found some good news!  This made me feel so good, I’ve decided to find the good, the heartwarming and the funny to add to my blog as often as possible.

Lord knows we can take as much as they can give.

Click and enjoy!

At this coffee shop, random acts of kindness top the menu.