I’ll sleep when I’m dead!

Funny how I’m always right! It’s true!..and I’m not at all conceited! Everything I believe to be true, turns out to actually be that way! My dad had this little Walt Disney quote for me every time I doubted my visionary thinking will ever be doable: “if you can dream it, you can do it!”. I guess you also have to want it bad enough, too! At least that doesn’t hurt…

Like broadcasting the Friday night games…those kids hadn’t won a game in a whole year! I kept telling everyone “watch them! We’re live every Friday! My program will bring them closer to you and you can help them build their broken self-confidence! It’s that important!”

We are in week 4 of live transmissions of the game. I have 95 viewers and the game is not over yet! And you know what’s best? They started to believe! We are one point ahead of the visitors! One point! Amazing! By now we would have been stuck 15 points behind them! When did I turn into a football fan??

And who said that learning has to stop? And who said it has to come from a teacher in a school? The broadcasting team has taught me so much about resilience, passion, a job well done, and willingness to learn. Hats off to you kiddos! We made it! The sky is the limit now! Watch us live every Friday night at http://live.ballhigh.us starting at 6:45 PM CT – it’s Texas after all! We sponsor the game… we are Central!

Can you tell how proud I am? Guess how little sleep I’m going to have tonight…and if we win this homecoming game…. I’ll sleep when I’m dead!

Let there be no words!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For every word that comes out of our mouth, a lot of though process happens..or so it should. The unwritten law of common sense says that you should mind the others’ feelings, and not strike them with a bat even if they make a mistake. A gentle correction, or simply going along, will always be more effective… but, then again, I was born in a different time, in a different world, that only confirms the theory that evolution doesn’t always mean the same thing to different generations…

There is a time when one goes beyond words, when perplexity of our fellow humans’ behavior shatters any last piece of patience. At those times, let there be no words! Let there be no feeling that you are not understood, or that you have been disrespected, that your very core values have been trampled by the huguenots… Let there be a smile on your face, as they wait for your heart to stop, and let your eyes turn to the first beautiful thing around you…you’ll find it! Trust me! There are thousands around you!

But if you can’t find one right then, and you feel your blood starting to boil, think of this sunset! Do you need words?!…I didn’t think so… And let you be saved of the disgrace of lowering yourself to their level.

I hear it’s fall…

The ocean was feisty today. Big waves and lots of noise, and the seagulls were agitated. The wind is pitching a fit, too! Who knows what’s gonna happen? But the palms are still fluttering in the breeze and the sand still glitters in the sun…someone said it’s fall…I’ll take their word for it…my salty time is still warm and fragrant, and intoxicating as ever…I just hope I’m safe on the road tomorrow with all the scents up in the air…Don’t know what I’m talking about? Here. Feast your heart with it! I know I am…Have a colorful week..fall-ish or not…

It is what it is!

There is something new and surprisingly animating happening to me, that I cannot define. It has to do with proximity, and even mere thought of it. It suffice to be a few inches away and the whole world is disappearing. I don’t get it..I’ve been through all ranges of emotions, but this one doesn’t fit anywhere. It feels like being really, really cold, like in a winter’s storm, and getting close to a stove; it’s like my bones melt and there is a hum in my head, my balance is completely thrown off, and my chest refuses to move, as if a boulder sits on it, leaving me powerless, deaf, and completely vulnerable to the surroundings…

But the upside is that my colors are bright and the numbness doesn’t feel too tight. The problem is that I recall proximity whenever, even when driving. Talk about lost reflexes! Ok. Not lost, just temporarily impaired! But also not good, at 70m/h in a morning commute… I did find a remedy, but that brings a label  with it… loud! Apparently blasting music while driving can shake your lungs well enough to make your forgetful brain get them to move again, and resume the much needed air flow. But as someone said,  you ca hear me before you see me! And that is not always good…

To my defense, my commute is a tropical one, so I blend in the background, and bring a sound to go with the view. As for the unnamed feeling…it is what is is! And it will have to remain undefined, but will be greatly enjoyed, for all new is exciting, when it’s enticing and overpowering…

You got mail!

 

You see that little bunch of rays up there? That’s for you! I got mine today, too! Who says that heaven is only to look forward to? It’s at a gaze’ length…

I was driving back home today, after a long, long, long day…the longest day…. and I heard the “ding”! You got mail – I thought! I looked up, and it felt like a hand reached down and pulled me from traffic, up into the clouds. The breeze was salty and the sounds were green…I came to my senses at a light, waiting for the red to change… without any shred of stress. I looked to my right… a person was staring at me…bulging eyes, ready to pop out! I smiled at the vision, and pointed to the sky. The eyes rolled toward the high, sparkled for a second, and then an ear-to-ear smile span on that face…you got mail, too! ding!… I was long gone, but I could see the car behind me, still at the light, those eyes still staring up…and the cars behind changing lanes like on a skating ring…

I thought I should share this with you. I know you need the hope. It would be selfish of me to keep it to myself…May the light heal your hurt… and may you get the message…

Through the eyes of a child

We all have memories that we tap into when we relax, miss someone, have trouble sleeping, or had a really bad experience and try to soothe ourselves. I remember looking through the keyhole into this room, in a condemned castle…trying to determine if it was worth getting punished for trespassing…it usually was!…but I always ended up discovering the most unexpected things in my wanderings. Through the eyes of a child, all banal is a mystery, and all darkness hides unforeseen adventures…

I got lost in translation a little while ago and got slammed with the door…it happens!…I picked myself up and kept on walking. But at some point in the journey, the slammer decided that once is not enough, or maybe better feelings came into existence, all directed, but not aimed, at me…

Oh the joy of play time! What a nice way to waste days… such favored pastime in your childhood! Such desired  moments in your adult years… so detested when it’s one-sided!…Fall, get up; walk, trip, get up, run; stumble, get up, breathe…you see the repetition there? what do we do most? Get up…whether we like it or not. We always believe we can, otherwise we wouldn’t do it… I know I can, because I am the big bad wolf who blew the little piggies houses away, including the brick one, some will say… And having said that with the utmost self-confidence, I have earned the right to pick the next step – run, walk or breathe. I’ll take the breather this time, though…when you fall a little too much, you really should pay attention to your health!… so I’ll breathe easy and quietly, and as soon as another door slams in my face, I’ll just get up and run! Next time! For now I’ll just lay low and breathe softly, so I don’t make too much noise…and look far in the distance through my keyhole; there’s a view there! Who knows what treasure I could find?

Stand tall

We grow to be what life shapes us into. We change and evolve and become weathered. We stack experience under our belt. We count our blessings and mourn our loss. We bend under the weight of our souls, or stand tall and get whipped by life’s events. We carry all with us through generations. We only share one thing: our roots!

My roots are old, and strong, and dignifying to have. It has been an honor and a burden to grow from them. I always go back to my roots when all fails. That’s where strength is. That’s where wisdom comes from, that’s who I am when I don’t play a part. Funny thing about roots! You can shake as hard as you want, you can cut all ties, you can tear down all walls….you’ll always have grown from the same roots you were yesterday…and the day before…and before that…they are your one constant throughout existence. The one cane that carries our hesitant steps, the net that catches us when we fall, the backbone of our own being, our essence!

I was made of stone, weathered by the winds of the east, fought battles over 2000 years, won, lost, built my walls again, grew people, shaped generations….and became me. And I am pleased. And tired. And it is time for more growing…so I will embrace the journey. And grow. But what path to take? I guess that, too, is where the roots will take me…and time will tell.

You win some, you lose some…

Today we sponsored the first live broadcast. Actually, it just finished a few seconds ago. Although they say go with a bang…sometimes it’s ok to go with a fizz too. Like tonight. There was a high school game, and home team was doomed from the beginning. Should we not have broadcasted, like some suggested? Nope! We are brave! I might get pulverized on Monday, but I strongly believe that, at least for morale, it had to be done. Did they need to lose live?! Well, that, I couldn’t help! I put my trust in them. They’re good kids…who need a lot of practice! They have another chance next week. We’ll be there ready to show everyone what they do… because support sometimes means making a lot of noise for a little thing.

One thing is certain… half time was FUN! The tornettes are truly a drill for the thrill! They are so coordinated, Martha would be jealous! And really a good show all together.  We’ll always have Paris….I guess…

This was one of those weeks that don’t happen too often, thank God! When your skin on your face gravitates towards the nose from all directions…like a pit-bull’s when it’s angry. You find yourself in pain over frowning too much, and you don’t even notice it…

Today someone yelled at my friend. A teary mumble came out as description of the event, and I found myself completely outraged, but perfectly calm, coaching someone through the storm… Sometimes I wish common sense was available at the grocery store…I would donate tons of it every day…I’d spend all my paycheck on it. Trust me, it would be worth it. Not for me, but for the little one who will live in this mess. I guess we can just wish for common sense, and try to build it in our kids while we can, and hope… hope a lot!

Fiery red!

The moon was orange last night! I got a text at 10 pm: “look outside! no wonder our kids are blowing their gaskets!’ I had to pause for  a minute…who is this?! But another text followed: “did you see it? It’s orange!”…. At that point it became clear that the text-er won’t stop until I confirm, so I went out on the porch and looked up…Whooaa…There was this surreal light shining on everything, making the water seem frozen and casting webs and deep shadows on the houses…and the moon was a ball of wax splattered very close to the earth…or so it seemed. A big gouda…I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand stiff…it was mesmerizing….

This morning I got another text, from my bank. First thing in the morning…..Guess I’m not taking that little trip this weekend!…The first thought in my head was not nice…no words came out, and that was good, ’cause the child was right there having breakfast and arguing with me about some event that will not come too soon, but was really important to attend. The revenge of the text-er! That must be what this is! I never answered back last night! I looked at my phone trying to figure how to cheat karma, and get my day started again…nope, that never works…didn’t work today either…

My email was blinking when I got in the office and my phone was ringing already…Oh, boy! It’s one of those days…And it was. You know how you have a person you want to simply dissipate like a little smoke in the wind? Well mine decided to be boss today!… The gaskets blew off,  the towel was thrown….but the white flag never came…and that’s how that story ended…No recollection of what has been said… but quite a good hunch that the message got through…loud and clear!

Revenge of the text-er!…It had to be! How else to explain a day that ruined fifty things that took  eight months to build?! Bad karma… I guess fiery red is not my color…oh, well! Back to the drawing board…life is short and more unexpected is about to happen! But I do have to ask of you this: learn from my experience…don’t tempt fate…text back a word or two…it won’t kill ya’! Who knows, you may just save someone’s morning! Or maybe your own!

Seals are people too…

Some days are diamonds, and some are just shiny glass that cuts your hand…like today. You know how they say “if anything CAN go wrong, WILL go wrong”? well, it did. But as my momma used to say…when life gives you lemons, have a tequila!

I found the last shred of dignity in me, and admitted that I have morals, and principles, and will keep them, no matter what! I guess that makes me an artist… like this little guy….seals are people too, ya’ know?!..

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