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Life inspires us

To work harder

To do better

with each passing day’s

Sunrise and sunset.

Golden pink sun rays

Can repay this debt

I owe such grandeur

Beating muscles to endure

beyond time clocks

and pay checks

through a Universal energy

Sparkles you and me.

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We are a beautiful breed.

For Beauty we bleed

Our Souls on the page

Knitting words in moments

of Truth unspoken–

haze of day’s rage

when Happiness remembered

Knocks tauntingly

rattling the cage

we somehow choose

to live this life contained

within deception’s brain.

Why does True Beauty bring

Eyes wide and Light Bright

make us squint and close.

Our ears, in the sand combing

onion skins thin cries

cutting o’lives lies

by Lending Honesty

and Listening to LOVE

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Skyline drive

 

golden velvet liquid ripples

become lavender smoke

grows silence pre dark’s crowning

blessing time `s near broke.

keen aim ablaze propels

Nature’s gentle admiration-

profound Magic smiles-

to steady thoughts of calm creation.

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“A rose by any otherPhoto on 2013-05-19 at 15.46 name would smell as sweet” wisdom from a babe, implying how labels or judgements matter not. Certainly to Juliette- Romeo’s last name and their houses having a long-standing Hatfield vs. McCoy type family feud, made not her love for him more dim. Some people love … let us use … garlic, while others cannot stand it.  Personally, I relish the smell of fresh cut garlic the instant it hits heat, and the residual aroma left lingering on my fingers hours later, mmm mmmm yum yum yum.  If there ever were a true chance of becoming a vampire, final death via garlic consumption would inevitably be mine.  However, regardless of it’s all around deliciousness to me, more than the undead are repelled.

Born with inherent opinion, we know instinctively I do/do not like that color/smell/taste/knowledge/attitude/opinion/sound.  It is not something to be rationalized or convinced otherwise. Regardless of how healthy mushrooms are for me, I canNOT get past the texture. Reportedly, I use to consume them in mass quantities before I can remember, but as far as my recollection- ick, gross, nu-uh.  Such is the case with each of us, we may not be able to articulate here and now why or what we do or don’t care for, but we know how we feel in our gut. Though tastes may change, most likely it still will not be a conscious decision.

The visceral gut is the space from which great acting springs, where our spirit sings, or screams.  This impulse is antithetical to a contrived manipulation and rationalization of the head and ego demanding how we want others to behave or the scene to go. Living truthfully, embracing the serendipity of each moment, discovering, allowing it to be the rose it IS rather than wishing it morph to another within our control- such is life- struggle vs. acceptance: frustration or surrender.  Had Juliette attempted to deny her love, how would the story have gone?  She might have lived to old age, but she would have been an empty shell from renounced Love.  Give yourself permission to be audacious, to validate the quiet voice deserving perseverance.

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Dragon's+Loyalty+AwardApparently two awards, the “Very Inspiring Blogger” and the “Versatile Blogger”, have combined their powers to become….. (wait for it!) : The Dragon’s Loyalty Award. Though I wish that truly was the name of the award, credit goes to KindredSpirit23 (the photo IS amazing)- who generously nominated me for said awards!  I humbly accept the compliments of “Very Inspiring” and “Versatile”.  

The rules, follow:

  1. Display the Award Certificate on your website

  2. Announce your win with a post and link to whoever presented your award

  3. Present 15 awards to deserving bloggers

  4. Drop them a comment to tip them off after you’ve linked them in the post

  5. Post 7 interesting things about yourself.vib-trophy-blog-m

 

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Now 7 delightfully interesting things about lil’ ole me:

1)  Living in Los Angeles for eight years in the early 21st century, I was honored with the “Rising Star Award” as     the “Hardest Working Actress” by Tsunami Radio Theater.

2)  In high school I was on the Debate Team and even went to Harvard for a national tournament.

3)  My hair is naturally curly, from my father, but my mom claims it’s because she got a perm whilst pregnant with me.

4)  Meryl Streep and Anthony Hopkins are two of my all-time favorites, and Clint Eastwood, Anjelica Huston, …..

5)  I like to shower before going to bed, because climbing into clean sheets as a clean human truly is Being. (And it allows that curly mop O’mine to air dry over night rather than irritatingly sopping my shoulders and back).

6)  An only child until age 12, when my Mom & Dad told me I was finally going to have the little brother or sister I had been asking for, I replied I didn’t want one anymore – they’ll be no fun to play with.

7)  Ninth grade economics class proved fertile ground for writing a plethora of poems, many based on the most recent “X-Files” episode, later compiled for an English class project in which I scored an “A+”.

 

Thank you all so very much for writing, reading, commenting, and inspiring through sharing your own insights and helping us each to acknowledge the Light we have in common.  Thank you KindredSpirit23 !

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I am myself and no one else

I play the cards-fate’s deltas

Together, now we play this game

You and I “what is in a name?”

Unlike you; I win! You lose.

Not comprehending my recent rouse

You yell and scream..

Left in your dream.

Permitted your reality;

Allow me mine and let me be.

I know you’ll do what’s good for you.

Be sure I’ll do the best for me.

My reason lies within..

Relies on me and where I’ve been

As well as what my future holds

Which by no psychic can be told

You believe you could control me

How naive would I have to be?

Intelligent manipulation

One fallacy of our great nation

Oxy-MORON

Died in the wool

Wake-up beautiful

My brain does function, while

You con-nect dis/junctions

Do not maintain your refrain

Please, challenge your own brain

Freedom relished- understood,

Able to do all I wished I could.

Happiness- adulthood-

Anticipation of what I should

Do for Me and not for you.

Not bound by your sad missed venue,

I impart upon My journey

Of Life and World and all Beauty.

Discover, Learn and be myself

create and fill my own bookshelf

With what is mine, my mind inside

Though not haystly rushed before I

Careful, Cautious- True-

For Me, -not for you?

Individual- I stand

Holding humanities soft touch hand.

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There’s a place that no one knows

Sometimes most I love to go

Always here I’m all alone

Near to me and close to home

The space is small and warmth resides

No fear exists; no truth to hide

I’m loud and free, out of my mind

More paths must be I want to find

Searching- there, is happiness

Landing- comfort, I confess

Always, you expect to be.

Changing is reality

Know final words, of what,? to say

My feelings here have gone astray

Growing them from sad and glum

Smiling now I laugh and hummm

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Now do I understand

Strength in your command

Proud you’re my mammy

Because I can fly free

Striving to reach

Happiness hoped

For me

I admit what ’said’ s true

You,

         Are a part of me too.

Honest caring friendship so fond

Hope, continues to grow more strong

Early sunlight reflects golden pond 

Nourishing both far beyond.

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Love’s true, unspoken words.

Obvious you’ll never part;

Very Essence, piece of you,

Every trace soul and heart

Hope; ever strong, more remains.

Endless thoughts together;

Always; Love will elope:

Laughter, time; sweet memories forever

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Acting revealed itself to me only after I moved to Los Angeles, where the buzz of everyone else doing it bred curiosity in me to discover “what’s all this about”?  The library is a wonderful resource for every endeavor, especially when you live in Hollywood and the subject is acting- I checked out any book: Stanislavski, Adler, Meisner, and every one on the business too.  Read them all, took thorough notes on all subjects and experiences almost to the point of obsession.  Feeling I was a late starter in my early twenties- most actresses seeming to have either been a child actor or gotten ‘the big break’ when barely legal to purchase a lottery ticket- my self-education about this much admired, and often under respected, art made me realize the never before fathomed: an integral piece of me had been neglected.

Poetry was a blessing, a therapeutic release, I began prolifically producing in the back of 9th grade Economics.  It flowed, fed by my life experiences and the entertainment I enjoyed- namely ‘The X-Files’.  One parental unit urged me toward becoming a lawyer, when I excelled in debate, and a doctor, when I demonstrated a natural inclination toward the sciences.  However, every tiny piece occurs in preparation for another, and so….university calculus became the catalyst for re-evaluation and realization true fulfillment requires artistry for me….furthered by reading borrowed books and amalgamated in the first acting school ever attended being a Meisner Technique Playhouse, discovered in the trade paper Backstage West: I knew I was fortunate to be a clean slate to soak up TRUTHFUL acting technique emphasizing REALISM.  Day one, the teacher queried where I had previously studied.  Believing it be the ritual for new comers, I shyly admitted the truth, though in two years of attendance not another student was asked.

Stanislavski aroused in my belly acting’s “poetic reflection of life’s experience”.   A fiery spirit was fueled, hungry to devour more.  I audited every class and teacher I could at my new home, Playhouse West, filling notebooks with insights.  Thus I befriended myself and the dedication required of acting so natural it goes unnoticed by the untrained eye.

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