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Name: Rhonda
Gender: Female
Interests: films, dance, writing, traveling, meeting folks connecting and hearing others stories, creating eduacational and art programs, podcasting and web broadcasting
Expertise: energy healing, relaxation, directing, spiritual support, listening, program design, marketing design
Occupation: event planning, filmmaker, you
Industry: entertainment
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Member Since:
12/20/2006
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Here we go; so easy and yet so complex. Begin where you are. See I told you, sounds awfully acerbic - doesn't it? | | |
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Don't let the world put the squeeze on you... | | |
| Saw it- guilty pleasure. Multi-racial cast. Good with Pom tea and a sandwich with of course the anticipation of sneaking in to see, In Bruge and the Bank Robbery. Nice way to spend a Friday afternoon. | | |
| The world can be arid and unforgiving. I could no sooner hide you behind a boulder in a cave than shield you from discovering these truths on your own. Many years I wandered skinless while strangers threw salt.
To be seen is to be exposed, to be exposed is to be exploited and to be exploited is to be set upon by mad crows . My bones were tossed about on tar covered pavement like a pork chop picked from the dumpster.
” If you had not come into my life... I don’t know what would have happened to me” . Perhaps my solitude would have rendered me like flat beer in the bottom of a can forgotten beside an arm chair. I wish that the advent of your creation would have been an expression of my love for another instead of soundless shame ground into my body in a back seat on the way home from dinner. Do you understand why my voice failed me? How could I utter these words?
The attempt to swaddle you was not to subdue your joy nor to clip your wings.
Was I enough to let you know; you are not of the man who planted you- you are more than my silence- was my strength strong enough- at least on some days?
Your beauty will be co-opted and your intelligence extorted. Wish for the world but expect only what you can carry. Before you are aware of the gifts that you possess they will be wretched from your grip.
If I could have insured a rainbow for you I would have conjured one up but perhaps pollutants would have obscured your view. How could I have let this kite string go and risk you floating out of my sight. I did not wish to be the one who tied an anchor around your throat though I know they surely made that attempt.
Please breathe.
Let me whisper this in your ear; listen carefully before I lose the nerve to say this; time is of the essence; see your reflection- in spite of me. I only saw shadows, hazy at best. Take this light to illuminate your path. Don’t believe as I was reminded, over and over that inhalation is selfish. Masked theives may try to take away your shoes but leave footprints and walk boldly anyway.
Listen to everything I say but hear your own voice even when I attempt to shout you down. Your courage is infinate. Lift me, mentor me and I will learn from you and be healed by you. Do not back down.
Tell me when you see me next, that I did alright and you did better.
With All my love Ma. | | |
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