Saturday, September 27, 2008

Lucille

In all my years of waitressing I can't say that I waited on someone like you. Lucille was like an angel. Giving me life advise as I inspired her with food. It was symbiotic. With every course I brought to her she was filled with joy and gratitude. Her delight was infectious.

Lucille and I blended better than cream in coffee. It seemed too personal and I would have liked to have met her in a different context. I would have liked to sit down with her over this food, but sometimes when things come to us in life, we just have to take them as they are. She had requested me as her waiter for the second time, work is work- and so here we were. We talked of astrology, theatre, and becoming a doctor. You had worked in the medical field yourself. "Just remember that you can do anything", she said. You reminded me to meditate, to write down what I wanted out of life, to create a list of characteristics to look for in a partner. You reminded me of things that were obviously cliche, but of things that I had long since forgotten. One of the best things you told me was to not be scared of math and science and seek out tutoring.

Lucille, a Virgo herself, told me that us Virgos live in our heads, which, is a good thing, and not a bad thing after all. I told her that it's recently been effecting my life negatively. You were assuring and told me that I would be fine, that my analytical thinking works in my favor, and that someday I would learn to relax and not be so perfecting. She had finally at the age of 60. Nothing in life is perfect.

Through out my life people have told me that in whatever I do, I would succeed and be a valuable asset. I can't say that I always believe them because the truth of the matter is, I just am who I am. I think about myself a lot but I really think of others more. I never want to flaunt who I am, though I could be center stage- as long as it's done with sincerity and honesty. Sometimes I feel magnetic and it scares me. It reminds me of the timesI had the highest batting average, let in one soccer goal for an entire year, jumped 16 ft in the long jump, received a standing ovation at my first group singing class. I felt my power at a young age. It came out of the blue - it was a place of passion and love. Indescribable. I believe that a certain level of magnetism is important in this world and so is confidence. Success seems to be a balance between confidence, grace and talent- but more over, discipline.

Lucille had a refreshing confidence and perspective on life. She was willing to share and be candid about her life. I liked that she sat there reading and remaining nondescript as a single diner. She could handle being alone and she enjoyed it. Her husband didn't enjoy solitude the way she did. She seemed okay with this. It wasn't all these things though, it was just something about her. She was like a clean cool air. I swear she had wings.

It's interesting how people come into our lives. There have been two people this year who have come into my life, unknowingly, perfectly and unexpectedly. Both have felt fated. Maybe I attracted them because at that time I needed them most. One was a man and the other Lucille They inspired me and made me see life and myself just a little bit differently, and for that I am so grateful.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Inspiration

I am yet again inspired to blog because of my fellow blogger. She really makes it seem effortless. I am not a hermit. I suppose I could sit here and write but the sunny morning skies, flock of geese, and most things active usually precede me sitting in front of the computer. I also know that winter will be heavy upon us. Even after all these years of Internet and computer I still don't like the computer. It doesn't feel like a natural tool. The only reason I am on it these days is to research graduate schools, stare at Facebook, and check my email for your email.

I think blogging is a poor sport for me. I confess and reveal more than the reader needs to know. I use "I" too much. I preface and disclose everything. I just think it would be smarter to write in a journal. Oh well. What gives? The only person reading this nonsense is my fellow blogger and jogger.

Yes, me and the brilliant blogger ran the other day. I must admit that I was a little crazed on our run. She ran behind and I sped ahead, not out of competition but just out of my need for speed. I also have been wanting to push myself. I am inspired by Lance A. LIVE STRONG or DIE!!!! That's my version of the yellow wrist band.

Life is weird. Today I wanted to cry and I couldn't figure out why. I keep wanting to go to confession. I keep wanting to enclose myself in a black box, in darkness and have someone listen to me. It's a feeling I haven't had before, it's a craving.

Life seems to be of longing, of pain, of confusion, of dissonance, of subtle wretchedness, of overwhelming vanity, and of ambiguity. I am scared of where the world is heading and as for myself I have no idea, which is really kind of fun after all!!!!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Rammblin Uneditor

Hide and go seek. Is that how you say it? Or is it hide and then go seek? Or is it hide end seek? Or hide in seek? I think it must be hide and go seek.

Uh yeah anyway...I crack myself up. I am glad I can atleast do that for myself. I think most times people don't get my humor, it's either really subtle or totally obnoxious( I do have poopy humor). So it pays to be funny to myself.

This is a strange blog. How do people write on this shit and not want to edit the crap out if it. Maybe it's that I don't know how to do it....is there a certain format to follow? Fuck I don't know.

Eh.....uhhhhh.....well, I could reveal more but I am not ready for that shit.....

Birthday Girl

My birthday comes
When the air begins to cool
When there is dew on morning grass
When the days are hot
When the nights are cold
The stars are rearranged in the sky

A nostalgia settles in this time of year
Ever since you can remember
It's saying goodbye to an old friend
It is the day before you go back to work

Fall with it's New England charm
Is worth it in itself
Who else would experience such fall?
The oranges, the reds, the pinks,
The yellows, the browns, the hot sun
The smell of earth, the damp, the berries,
The culmination of Spring and Summer