Blood Pressure Clinic

I have a secret. I am falling in love.

Tomorrow I am doing a blood pressure clinic with my community. It is just one of several different clinics we have been facilitating...but I can not even begin to explain how amazing this experience has been. The world is so diverse, and full of uniquities (yah, that's my word baby).

Tonight, well tonight I just feel free and it 'tis a grand feeling. For those of you reading this who have felt what I feel, you know it. For those of you who have not, you will. It is the feeling that things might just actually be all-right and the feeling that "damn-it", I do have control. And I like it. My soul flies, my mind races and my heart is lifted. All is well.

Star Trek: Freakin' Awesome

Yah...so I am pretty stoked about the new Star Trek movie coming out. For those of you are completely uncool, here is the site link: http://www.startrekmovie.com/

It got me thinking of all the funny things about Star Trek, and there are a lot. Check out the following pics and giggle along with me!

I yam Thank-full

Yessireebob, I am full of thanks. For my husband, for my family, for dear little Rusty and rambunctious Keira. I am grateful for how full my life is.

This past weekend we went to my Grandma and Grandpa's place for Thanksgiving dinner. After supper and visiting, before night fell, myself, my husband, my brother and my dad went for a walk around the property and I took the opportunity to take some photos. I can not begin to describe how much this place of my memories means to me. There is something magical about the smell of the fall air and the sound of laughter through the kitchen pass-through.

My mind is my space.

My mind is my space and it is a place I like to call my own.

Or is it?

You see I have all of these ideas, all of these creative expressions which I feel compelled to explain, to provide, to expose and to CREATE. Yet, I do not express them. Therefore, is my mind my space or does it belong to someone else?

If it was something I could truly lay claim to, would I be fearful of what others would think? Would I quietly write to myself, hoping to be unnoticed but still hoping to be asked, then only to deny to others the music that my soul sings softly to itself? Is it denying others? No, I do not think so, that would imply a sense of arrogance which I do not intend. You see I think it is ultimately denying myself. Another person on the planet will likely not be affected by my writing or my not writing, but I will be. You may say this "turtling" is then a method of self preservation wherein I can become the hermit and nothing can harm me. Crazy? Perhaps. But even you can not say you have not felt the same.

You see, nothing which we think is private actually is. These feelings which we feel so isolated by are so commonly held by the multitudes that it is laughable that anyone should ever feel original. But aren't we original? Hmm, that is a tough question. I would like to believe I am, but how can I when all around the world exclaims that we all have more in common then we believe. So perhaps our personal reality is original and the individual manifestations of these realities are common. Would that not imply that our personal expressions of our reality are not the property of ourselves; our psyche, but the domain of the public?

I must admit I have no answers. All I have is the music of my soul, the sound roars in my ears and I will contain it no more.

I now see my words laid before me and my confusion of ideas still feels tangled, yet somehow more tangible, and I believe I can sleep now.

Adieu.