White Rabbit Remembrance

Today was a day for remembering and I read through some of the messages sent to me by a dear friend. This was one of the last that I received. Little did I know that the time remaining would be so short. White Rabbit "You know I love you, right? But you are not the love of my life..at least not this life. You are something deeper than that…I guess you are what they call a soul mate and I think that we have been and will be part of each others lives no matter where or when......."

Seems like to me the stars don't shine so bright, Seems like to me the sun has lost its light, Seems like to me there's nothing going right, Since you went away. Seems like to me the sky ain't half so blue, Seems like to me that everything wants you, Seems like to me I don't know what to do, Since you went away. And everything is wrong, The day is twice as long, And the bird's forgot his song, Seems like to me I just can't help but sigh, Seems like to me my throat keeps getting dry, Seems like to me a tear stays in my eye, Since you went away. Take care my friend until we meet once again.......

Let the rumpus begin!

In the book by Maurice Sendak, Where The Wild Things Are, Max, in his wolf suit, makes mischief until his mother in exasperation calls him a wild thing. "I'll eat you up." Max says and is sent to bed without his supper. There in his dreams, he travels to the "place where the wild things are" and they roar their terrible roars and gnash their terrible teeth and roll their terrible eyes and show their terrible claws" until Max command, "Be still" and tames them with his magic trick of staring into their eyes. All of us have wild things within us, the feeling that we must learn to control. Emotions that can get us into trouble but at the same time are essential to conjuring up the creatures that make life interesting. It is our ability to control with out quashing that makes us optimistic. Optimism is dependent upon our ability to become King of all the wild things. It requires mothers/friends who will send us to bed without our supper, but will keep it warm as well and welcome us back from where the wild things roam. It is from this family that we learn the magic tricks that we need to make us feel like a King. Let the rumpus begin!

(Photo from the book by Maurice Sendak)

Mary Stayed Out All Night

Wi Mae Ri (Moon Geun Young) is the cheerful, pragmatic daughter of a failed businessman who had grown used to being constantly on the move to escape from debtors. She meets the free-spirited indie singer Kang Moo Kyul (Jang Geun Suk) when she nearly runs him over in a car. Meanwhile, her father Wi Dae Han is saved from his debtors by his old friend, Jung Suk, who had just returned from considerable success in the Japanese entertainment industry. Jung Suk, who had harbored a secret love for Mae Ri's mother, sets up a deal with Dae Han to have Mae Ri marry his son, Jung In (Kim Jae Wook). In her desperate to escape this predicament, Mae Ri begs Moo Kyul to pose as her husband, and finds herself in even more trouble than before when her father registers her “marriage” to Jung In and then proposes a 100-day period in which she has to divide her time equally between Moo Kyul and Jung In, after which she has to decide who to marry.* Mary Stayed Out All Night is a 2010 South Korean romantic comedy television series based on an internet comic Maerineun Uibakjoong by Won Su-Yeon. At first I was set to dismiss this show based on the premise but the three lead actors made this a comedy delight, each playing their character to perfection. I would recommend this drama to any new viewers of Korean drama.

“I believe that the very purpose of life is to be happy. From the very core of our being, we desire contentment. In my own limited experience I have found that the more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being. Cultivating a close, warmhearted feeling for others automatically puts the mind at ease. It helps remove whatever fears or insecurities we may have and gives us the strength to cope with any obstacle we encounter. It is the principal source of success in life. Since we are not solely material creatures, it is a mistake to place all our hopes for happiness on external development alone. The key is to develop inner peace.” – The Dalai Lama Recent events, both in my life and in those of friends, got me thinking about things that prevent me from being happy for a greater portion of my life. Sure there will be things that are out of my control that will cause me to be sad but that does not mean that I should let those emotions control me or cause depression. Time to quietly reflect on those events and to determine how I can use them to move forward in a more postive way will be my goal.I decided that I was going to try and practice looking on the bright side of life,not exactly Pollyanna, but taking a cue from both her and the Dalai Lama, I shall move forward with my own version of The Glad Game.

Ain't No Sunshine (When He's Gone)

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If This World Was Mine

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Why Am I An EEL? It's a puzzle.

St Steven's Children's Orphanage Choir

Even as AIDS has left its mark on them, these children can sing with a joy of hope for the future. We could all learn a lesson from them.

Can you hear the prayer of the children? On bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room Empty eyes with no more tears to cry Turning heavenward toward the light Crying Jesus, help me To see the morning light-of one more day But if I should die before I wake, I pray my soul to take Can you feel the hearts of the children? Aching for home, for something of their very own Reaching hands, with nothing to hold on to, But hope for a better day a better day Crying Jesus, help me To feel the love again in my own land But if unknown roads lead away from home, Give me loving arms, away from harm Can you hear the voice of the children? Softly pleading for silence in a shattered world? Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate, Blood of the innocent on their hands Crying Jesus, help me To feel the sun again upon my face, For when darkness clears I know you're near, Bringing peace again

Geun Knight EELS

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Sweet Dreams

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The Kiss

“Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing. “ Jonathan Swift (1667-1745) Irish author and clergyman

Consider the kiss. What an odd, intriguing, and absurd concept, this pressing of lobes, this mating of faces. Ah, the kiss. Obscene and brutal? Or magnificent, erotic? A tribute? An insult? Whatever the form, it does span mouths and hearts and time. There are too many kinds to count, this mirror of emotion, purveyor of desire: The Judas kiss, low as a snake and deadly as sin. The obligatory kiss to Aunt Jane, whose breath is stale with age and cigarettes smoked. The perfunctionary peck upon the cheek, a greeting here, perhaps sincere but perhaps not. A parent’s worried lips to the child’s fevered brow. And what of the kiss of comfort, the one that absorbs even a little of the grief while a loved one sleeps in a silk-lined box? Kisses sweet, brief, given without thought or considered at length. An apology even, when words are too hard to say. The lover’s kiss: prelude to passion each mortal strives to perfect with varying degrees of success. Mustn’t be too sloppy or too dry; the timing is crucial, too; when to begin as important as knowing the moment it is meant to be over. Is it tentative or hungry? Is it reciprocated, or rejected with the turn of the cheek, mauling the ego more deftly than any two-fisted blow? The cheek will not do, not when lips are destined to meet and seek a fit as intimate as hip to hip. A tracing of the lips with the tip of the tongue, dip, taste of the tender, fleshy lobes, around, under, and finally between. The tongue is taken into the dark, moist chamber. Textures there, be it raw silk or rough as the kitten’s tiny bumps coated with cream. Can you hear the accelerated breathing; maybe it is ragged, harsh, and a little raw? Breaths mingle, exchanging flavors, longing. Teeth close, claiming a tongue, a bite, just a tiny pressure, a groan, a sigh. Reverse the exploration. And then eyes peek open, affirming that this feeling is mutual and unfeigned. Now the deepening of it, the slanting of lips, the tongue thrusts, the increasing wetness and carnivorous nibbles as they devour each other.. It is delicious. Absolutely divine. His lips skim down to her chin, he sips and the delicate jut. Unwilling to relinquish and yet feeling the natural course playing to the end. Their eyes open and meet and no words are needed. If it is good, it is the best part of heaven; if not, they part knowing the kiss was fatal and this is good-bye. Consider the kiss. A concept worthy of thought, though one better pondered with nimble lips rather than words.

Best Musicals (this is a work in progress)

1) My Fair Lady & West Side Story 2) Into the Woods 3) The Sound of Music 4) A Chorus Line 5) Fiddler on the Roof 6) Guys and Dolls 7) Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street 8) The Music Man 9) Cabaret 10) Chicago 11) The Fantasticks 12) South Pacific 12) Flower Drum Song 13) Show Boat 14) The King and I 15) Rent 16) Sunday in the Park With George 17) Carousel Oklahoma! 18) Little Shop of Horrors 19) How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying 20) Ragtime 21) Kiss Me, Kate 22) 1776 23) Gypsy 24) A Little Night Music 25) A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum 26) Evita 27) Dreamgirls 28) On A Clear Day 29) The Producers 30) Hair 31)Hello, Dolly! 32) Follies 33) La Cage aux Folles 34) 42nd Street 35) Brigadoon 36) Jesus Christ Superstar Joseph 37) Wicked 38) Les Miserables 39) Mame

40) Godspell 41) Company 42) The Pajama Game 43) Man Of La Mancha 44) Pal Joey 45) Hairspray 46) The Phantom of the Opera 47) Damn Yankees 48) Bring in 'da Noise, Bring in 'da Funk 49) Pippin 50) You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown 51) Sweet Charity 52) Camelot 53) Anything Goes 54) The Secret Garden 55) Kiss of the Spider Woman 56) Finian's Rainbow 57) Annie Get Your Gun 58) Annie 59) Beauty and the Beast The Lion King 60) Ain't Misbehavin' 61) Bye Bye Birdie

Stay....Jang Keun Suk

A Girl's Best Friend

Thanks to my friend, Glori, for some of the pictures and to Nora Jones for the song.

Pain Induced Pain

It is often difficult to explain to someone just what it means to suffer from fibromyalgia. Unless you suffer from a condition that they can see/understand your pain can seem to be in your mind...you are a hypochondriac perhaps? When I first starting suffering from it I did not have a name for it but thought that it was perhaps just one of those things that happens to some people as they get older..little did I know until later that there are many sufferers who are just kids. Someone would sit next to me and accidently brush against me and this would send a shooting pain through my body. I finally got a name put to this while undergoing treatments for cancer. A side affect of the cancer treatment was the onset of lymphedema. The treatment for that is manual lymph drainage,a light massage therapy technique in which the skin is moved in certain directions based on the structure of the lymphatic system. This helps the lymph fluid drain through the proper channels.massage. One of the team doctors noticed how I flinched at light touch and started to question me. He reviewed my medical history; migraine sufferer, numerous body traumas, etc and told me that I was the classic FM patient. Many doctors do not even recognize the condition because it is basically one of eliminating all other possible causes for the pain but for some patients the pain is cross-related to other medical conditions and exacerbated by the underlying FM. I hit all 19 of the trigger points. One other bit of trivia is that some cases of lower-limb lymphedema have been associated with the use of tamoxifen. Tamoxifen is often prescribed for women who have had breast cancer and I was one of those women. Tamoxifen can also be a factor in the development of uterine cancer. Just how lucky can a girl get!

http://chronicfatigue.about.com/od/whatisfibromyalgia/a/fibromyalgiapain.htm

This is from my files from back when a friend that I had not seen in years asked me to tell something about myself. The recent loss of that friend had me going back through our many messages and thus this surfaced: I am Woman, hear me roar! I am a warrior. I am a peacemaker. I am Tigger. I am Pooh. I am Wise Old Owl. I am gloomy Eyore. I am a shy violet, the bold tiger lily and the questioning daisy, loves me, loves me not. I am a romantic. I am a realist. I am a republicrat. I’m cool. I’m hot! I am the surprise in the box of Cracker Jacks, the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae. I am a fine Boudreaux. I am bubbly Champagne. I am a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a mother and a grandmother. I am a friend. I am a lover. Anything else is still to be discovered.