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He travels the world on the backs of others
Insignificant in his stature and size
His journey carries no mission
Randomly roaming at the will of his host
Sated enough to never question his trek
Life is an open adventure without worry
If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls
Another bus awaits to grant passage
With a furry friend to carry him home
Ah the wonderful life of a flea
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October 29, 2021 at 5:14pm
October 29, 2021 at 5:14pm
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| So I wanted something that I didn't know how much I wanted. It was a position on another floor doing the same thing I do now but a bit less stressful. I followed the pattern, did the work, and let my experience speak for itself. People on the floor knew before I said anything that the plan was for me to transfer and it was expected that I would start very soon. The interviewer was inviting, gracious, and enthusiastic about me joining the team. And I didn't get the job. Obviously, I read the whole scenario very wrong. My only option is to dust myself off and remain where I am temporarily until something better comes along. I will continue to work towards the future and be the best nurse that I can be. I will remind myself often, that what really matters are the patients that I care for and what I can bring to them. |
October 24, 2021 at 2:42pm
October 24, 2021 at 2:42pm
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| You've heard of the Gilmore girls, but there was also a less known duo a long time ago. They were the Griffin girls, not connected by name but, by the years of their youth spent in the same housing project. Once upon a time they were two little girls sharing all of the experiences that life offered them or threw at them. Their time spent together was a blending of joy,laughter, goodhearted giggles, back street educations,poor girl wanna be dreams, neighborhood dramas, grief, secret clubs, and forever friendships. The saga of the Griffin Girls happened many years ago in a place long since fallen. The only testimony to the girl's existence are the heart-strings tied to each other in a sometimes whimsical, sometimes painful childhood. The Griffin girls grew up and lived their lives in different ways. Occasionally, their paths would cross, but it was only for an instant. Then one day they met once again in a glorious garden and their friendship was reborn. The heartstrings were just as strong as the once they were. The joy they had shared many years prior was revisited and their laughter was musical. There were a few tears, as if we had come home from a long and wearisome journey, that gave witness to a treasured friendship. Meeting up with an old friend is somehow magical. |
October 16, 2021 at 4:36pm
October 16, 2021 at 4:36pm
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| Still finding my life is stuck on a New York buzz. I must say that city gets into your blood. It was a whirl wind of a weekend but, we made the most of each moment. I don't get out often so making memories in new places is exciting to me. I took some great pictures. Next week I am going to the Botanical Gardens in St Louis to meet with a childhood friend. So excited to share our stories of the past. Life, I've discovered is a conglomeration of intertwining paths that often meet in the middle. At birth each person begins to race around a chosen path, each person passes by, crosses over, or intercedes with original people on their path, but their future destination consumes them. Always there is a true passion to find to correct path of our making with some finding it and others not so much. It is near the end of our path's that we choose to remember the journey and all the connections made along the way. If we are bright enough, we will find that happiness was the one thing we all were searching for along the path. |
October 12, 2021 at 4:24pm
October 12, 2021 at 4:24pm
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| I am back from New York and I must say that I could fill a book with my impressions of this great city. It seemed as if there were a story hiding in the face of every person I encountered. I wanted so much to ask both the visitors and the true New Yorker's how they came to be in this city. I caught myself making up stories in my head to fit the narrative of who I thought they were. From the street performer to the vendor pushing the cart, to the strolling patrons of Central Park and the artist drawing on his canvas, to the energetic businessman eager to catch his train and the homeless wanderer in the street, I couldn't help but paint my own picture and wonder if their truth laid anywhere within my thoughts I also couldn't help but feel insignificant when I stood between two high rises and looked up toward the sky with an inescapable feeling of awe transcending upon me. The design of each structure spoke of fortitude and beauty. I was inundated with the sounds of the city, as well. The city held a constant array of beeps whistles, voices, music, steam blowing, laughter, and the passions of life. I found this overwhelming at times, but mostly it infused my spirit. It is good to be home, but part of me misses the enchantment of this fun city. I now understand my daughter's desire to move there. |
October 3, 2021 at 5:46pm
October 3, 2021 at 5:46pm
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| Getting excited about New York! It has been 3 years since i traveled anywhere, so looking forward to the escape. Watching my daughter sing will be the highlight but just seeing the sights will be grand. It may seem strange but for me enjoying the new aromas and listening to different sounds of a city I have never experienced will be a thrill. I can remember when my daughter had gone for the first time in High School, how excited she was about the many languages she heard and the differences in the everyday people she saw. To this day, she says it is a beautiful blend of cultures and a conglomeration of lively souls that draw you into the spirit of the city. She wants to live there one day,I am, however good just for a visit. But it has always made me proud that my kiddos are so accepting of the differences of people. They show no preconceived biases and are enthusiastic in learning about the cultures of others. We somehow managed to pass on the kindness and tolerance gene and it makes a mama feel good. |
September 30, 2021 at 9:03am
September 30, 2021 at 9:03am
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| Something that I hadn't passed on, is that my daughter was chosen to sing at a concert in Carnegie Hall. I will be traveling to New York next week. I can't keep from thinking of myself as the country girl lost in the big city. My daughter and my husband have been there but I am trying not to panic about the vastness of the city. Hopefully they won't ditch me while we're there. I wouldn't miss this for anything and am very proud of my girl. Obviously, it is a once in a lifetime opportunity for her and every vocalist's dream. So we will travel and we will make great memories. I'm already taking pictures in my head, so wish us safe travels and a fun journey. |
September 26, 2021 at 11:25am
September 26, 2021 at 11:25am
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| There is the hint of fall in the air and with the first whiff of crisp air, it feels refreshing. But I can't help but think that we are now going into our second winter of hopelessness and fear. I want to sniff the pumpkins, sit by the bonfires, huddle with friends and family roasting marshmallows, once more. I yearn to see fully the faces of those I cherish.I so long to have a mask burning party, like in the 60's we burned our Bra's because of the restrictions they represented. My mask has come to be a symbol of the segregation, anger, turmoil, and the dysfunction of our society. We have become solitary and isolated in our lives.Our joy is being suppressed by this virus, but also by the in-fighting among one another. I wear my mask because I believe in the science but never shall I attack someone because they choose differently. I got my shot because I am exposed to the virus on a daily basis. In this world of uncertainty, it gave me a measure of peace My greatest fear was bringing something home to my family. It was a personal choice, no one else's. So as our beautiful autumn unfolds, seek joy and share love with each other. Spend the moments of life laughing and not arguing about the events of the past two years. Let us move into the future together, eager to put away the masks by next Spring. But more importantly to return to a society of respectful and caring individuals. Just a side note of stories, to emphasize how much we have lost. I went to the store today and reached the door at the same time as another woman and I stepped back, held the door for her and let her enter first. It is a simple courtesy that I've always engaged. First, she looked at me as if I were nuts, and then she gushed kindness at me as if I had given her a bouquet of flowers. Second, my son was over visiting and we were sitting in the backyard. We noticed an elderly woman three doors down struggling to mow her overgrown lawn. My son hopped up and offered to finish her lawn, but sadly she rebuked his offer. I am sure it was out of fear and not being able to trust people. I long for the days neighbors were able to help one another without fear of being robbed or mugged. Having to be on guard at all times is more tiring then the masks we wear. |
September 18, 2021 at 8:56am
September 18, 2021 at 8:56am
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| Spent the day yesterday with my two sisters. It was so wonderful to see them both. We laughed ,joked, and reminisced.It was good for my soul. It is easy to forget how important the connections of the past are to our current lives. We are who we are and where we came from. Thankfully, I was blessed with some pretty fun people to grow up alongside. Our childhood was graced with a bit of strangeness, but we somehow managed to grow into our own skin and find the ability to celebrate the goodness we were given. And as adults we enjoy each other and look forward to seeing each other.I count it as a blessing that we are not trying to hide from one another at holidays, as so many families do. No, I could probably never live with them again, but toasting one another is still enjoyable. It is comforting to talk about the same people that we all knew and loved. Yesterday. for me was like a mini vacation, and rejuvenated me. |
September 16, 2021 at 6:34pm
September 16, 2021 at 6:34pm
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| Our Family is a circle of strength and love. With every birth and every union the circle grows. Every joy shared adds more love. Every crisis faced together makes the circle stronger. This framed saying hangs in my bedroom and has for many years. I don't know who wrote, as the author is listed as anonymous on the picture. But it gives me so much comfort and the truth to it all is powerful. |
September 11, 2021 at 10:04pm
September 11, 2021 at 10:04pm
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| I was in nursing school and 6 months pregnant, on September 11th, in 2001. I was a mom already with an almost 3 year old and a 6 year old. That morning I was at my clinical's for the psyche rotation of school. We, student nurses were in the lounge talking with the patients for our needed school reports. We were tasked with gleaming an understanding of mental health issues in our society by spending time just listening to the people we were caring for. An over-sized television was playing in the background but muted to allow the conversations, when a view of the news popped on the screen. The room became hushed as the vision of the first plane crashing into the tower played on the television. Quickly, we unmuted the set and the chaos of what we were seeing took shape. I will never forget the pain that gripped at my heart, but then the panic of what happened in the moments and days that followed are ingrained in my memory. The scene kept playing over and over on the television as newscasters kept trying to report the event, until the second plan hit the second tower and the small room I had been locked down in erupted in a chaos of it's own. I was sent to this hospital to learn about mental health issues that afflict many of our most vulnerable people, and here I was watching one of the most stressful events of society unfold before our eyes.The reactions were varied and wild among our patients. There were both cheers and anger. Some became violent directing their anger at the television and the staff. We, student nurses were whisked from the room for safety, left to watch through the windows as the uprising was controlled. Our instructor greeted us in the hall and filled in the details of what was happening in the rest of the world. She told us to call our families, but told us that we would have to remain for the rest of our clinical's. I live in the midst of a military community and the response of the local base was swift. My oldest child was at a private school and my youngest was at daycare. We were told that we had one hour to pick up our kids, as the base was going on lock down and all military families had to return to the base immediately. I was petrified not being able to leave. I remember calling my husband in tears to see if he would be able get to the kids. It brought to the forefront the enormous amount of fear the families at the center of it all must have endured. Thankfully, he was able to get to them but my then little kindergartner now a grown man still remembers being so afraid. The kids were not allowed to take their backpacks home and a bus with armed guards from the base was sent to retrieve the military kids. They herded them on as quickly as possible. When I finally got to talk to my son he just kept crying because he was so worried about his little friends and his new backpack that he had gotten for school. This momma's heart was broken for a little boy who couldn't understand the pain and misery surfacing in our country. We did our best to answer all of his concerns and questions at the time, but the one returning thought through it all was that I was so very thankful that I wasn't having to explain how his father or mother were killed at ground zero or in the plane filled with heroes.I didn't have to tell him that his family member wouldn't be returning home. From the incredible sadness grew pride for my fellow Americans, both the fallen and the men and women called to serve, the ones that willingly took their posts to keep us safe. There were the firefighter,EMT's, and policemen that ran toward the danger while my only worry at the time was my little family at home. I will be forever indebted to these men and women for the price they paid. |
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