Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes....Turn & Face The Stranger

David Bowie. Guy is a genius and I'm not sure he's revered as much as he ought to be. What an amazing man, unwavering in his experimentation, openly ambiguous in his sexuality, testing societal standards of his time to n'th degree, growing and evolving right before our eyes, married a beautiful African-American female and created lovely little children with her, continuously challenging the concept of "traditional" art at age 55 (or something) and is still damn sexy if you ask me. An exceptional example of the growth and development of the human heart and mind.

His song "Changes" hums along in my mind often. More so at times like these in my own personal life. It is so prevalent, so obvious, so lovely. Every single one of us forever surrounded by change, a constant source of immaculate evolution and a constant in our births and re-births.

Instinctually we must all sense the changes as enormous shifts occur in ourselves, our loved ones and associates, our respective environments. Ethereally, physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, socially, culturally and all the ways in which we are personally touched since we can recall a singular conscious thought. Some more attuned and proactive in such shifts, some comfortabley accepting, embracing and riding the waves; and still others fighting the current in desperate need to master things that are so out of our immediate concept of "control."

I am totally mesmorized as I witness how each individual in my life fashions his or her own "change." Indeed, how I happen to manage my own. I am utterly overcome by the passion, emotion and dilligence in which each one of our unique personalities maintain, embrace or force The Change.

A child's personal and physical growth.
The earth's message and visible dynamic.
A lovers gaze, lost or found.
The newness of day to day opportunities.
A move to lands unfamiliar.
The gift of life in it's truest form.
A marriage, a union, a foundation built.
The formations of tragedy and resistance.
A clairvoyent word, a movement, a thought in the direction of progression.
The unfamiliarity of adversity and challenge.
A touch, a smell, a sound, awakening of physical senses.
The ache of broken hearts and bodies.
A stirring in spirit, in mind, in resilliance.
The inertia of The Change.

Fair Mother

How you must mourn in all that you see
Weary in ancient wisdoms
Acheful in acknowledgements
Tearful in tired tyrannies

Possibley innocent and then led astray
His body succumbed to desperate disarray
This man's mind forcefully faltering
Her son's soul wildly wallowing

Land wholly and bitterly lost
Climates altered, no matter the cost
Not one single notion of guilt
Our blue sea's and celestial silt

Elected officials of powers that deceive
Insolent and unwilling to perceive
Callous in horrible, evident intent
Inbred and predisposed to dissent

How you must rejoice in all that you conceive
Sanctity in savory spirit
Power in peaceful pleasure
Love in light you illuminate

Calling the cleansing of cyclical rhythm
Like that of your beautiful goddess children
Incandescent lunar motion
Purely elating it's emotion

Invoking expressions of some lone tree
Singing out and belonging to all that is free
Depthful oceans and eminent mountains
Thespian roles in massive fountains

Prompting love to find one another
Reminding us to identify with our brother
Giving and receiving a genuine touch
Your lenient whisper reminds us of such

Balance is the breath that insights us to dream
Of Mother Earth's ability to tolerate and believe
In all of our wrong doings and collective choices
She is supporting us in our amazingly strong voices

It is unbarable for me, mother to mother, to accept
How it is we can be so dark and bereft
Of the immaculate surroundings in our every step

For she is not impatient or inhuman in our progression
Only diligently overseeing the essence of our succession
And with this selfless favor we cannot overlook
The very honor we must bestow to all that which is written in her book

Monday Morning Mellay

It seems like forever since I last blogged, I've missed it tremendously.

It's inventory time here in TNT-Land, and for anyone who has ever experienced the hell that is inventory, I know you will sympathize. We've also been expected to do twice the work with half the people as last year AND in half the time as years past, so needless to say there are some cranky and totally fried out folks walking about. Everyone has that crusty zombie look on their face.

I enjoy the physical part very much, doing something different than sitting on my rear all day is a nice break from the motonony. Coming home and my body knowing a day of hard physical labor is very satisfying and I've slept excetionally well this past week, which is wonderful. I LOVE sleeping like that, it is so rejuvinating. I'm awed by those who can simply will themselves into that sort of sleep, in almost any situation. If I could have super-powers, being able to fall asleep soundly at any given point and in any environment would be one of them. Can you imagine the power nap potential there? Sign me up brother!

I am slightly burned out and frustrated (as usual) with my "superiors." Ha - that's what they think. If there was any doubt before in my mind at all, I am now quite certain that my boss/bosses are completely soul-less, selfish, greedy, back-stabbing, sexist pigs. They never cease to amaze me with their ability to be manipulative jerks, to everyone, their own wives! I plan to include this description in my resignation letter. I truly worry about what might happen to them becuase karma is a freaking b*tch, how can they not see this? I mean, you CAN'T be this nasty and awful to others without some sort of repercussion, at some point - right?

Ok, I'm done with that subject. I'm tired of hearing myself cry about it as I am certain everyone is in my life is tired of hearing me cry about it. Plus, I've learned ALOT about working with "difficult" personalities...if I can work here, I can work almost anywhere!

Weekend was pretty good, other than the having to work Saturday part. But it is ok, I can use the over time. Had Sushi and Sake (huge portions!) and later got a flat tire Saturday night. Thank goodness C was with me, as pathetic as it is I do not know how to change a tire. I felt like an idiot and I was all silly and upset over it. He handled the situation (and my drama) beautifully and all was well. After the tire incident, we were ready for some chill time and the rest of the weekend was spent with much warmth and enjoyable quiet time - I am still feeling warm today:-P

Much more to write, but I must be off to work. Data entry city.