Monday, May 28, 2018

Buddy can you spare a dime ? Or a jacket? Or a blanket?

I found this in my drafts ... from 2014 - 

I've always believed that true charity is anonymous. But I had to share this story. Hopefully my story will serve as a gentle reminder. 

On my way to work I see same the homeless person at Laurel and Sunset. Day in and day out. He stands on the northwest corner at the bus stop, dressed in dirty jeans, holey sneakers and a faded blue t-shirt. He looks about 50 but I think he's younger. Seeing him makes me incredibly sad. And yes, ashamed. Everyday I wonder what his story is. How? What? Why? And every time that I catch the red light, just a few feet from him, I look left. I look up. I look down. I fiddle with the radio, heater, air conditioner. Anywhere but at him. 

He stands there with a sign that says "Please help. God bless."

I've always been concerned for people less fortunate then me. I credit my parents for that. I was also a kid was was bullied everyday in school. I may not know what its like to go without shelter and food but I do know what its like to be different. 

As summer turned into "winter" (thats how it works here in LA … Summer followed by less Summer) it was getting cooler, especially in the morning and after the sun went down. One morning as I was stopped at the stoplight I noticed he was wearing a t-shirt and a ratty light jacket. That night when I got home
I looked through my closet to find a jacket for him. Needless to say I found a few (some still with tags on …ouch). 

The next morning as I approached his corner I pulled over to a near-by parking lot. As I walked along busy Sunset Blvd carrying the jackets, cars rushing by me, people walking past me on their way to work he must of seen me with the jackets because as I approached him he started to smile. Not a smile you get when you see dogs playing. Not a smile you see as you sit down with friends for dinner. But more of a smile of relief. A smile that says "I'll be warm tonight." 

He was incredibly appreciative. I told him I hoped the jackets helped at night. He smiled. I wanted to ask him so many questions. Maybe out of curiosity. What happened? Don't you have family? Maybe out of fear. How do I avoid this fate? 

I just turned and walked back to my car and drove off. Thankful for my clothes. Thankful for my friends and family. Thankful for life. 
As I drove I started to tear. I vowed to be thankful for at least the rest of the day. I was ... until I forgot about the man on the corner. The man who I never even bothered to ask for his name. 

We need reminders of how lucky we are. 

Friday, December 30, 2016

Happy whatever

Happy ... holidays? Merry ... Christmas? Happy ... Hanukkah? I'm not sure why people get so upset when they are greeted with Happy Holidays. How can you be mad when someone wishes you well? 

I'm over it. If I know you celebrate Christmas your going to get a Merry Christmas from me. If you are a stranger I'll say Happy Holidays ... to cover all my bases. So many people are saying we are losing the Christmas spirit. Really? I even had a friend ask me in a huff "Why aren't we allowed to say Merry Christmas anymore?" 

I guess I didn't get that memo.

Here's where I stand ... if somebody wishes me a happy anything these days I'm ahead of the game. 

Peace 

Thursday, September 22, 2016

We had to say goodbye to our beautiful Maxwell Brown. 

My heart is heavy. 

My eyes are wet. 

But my head is full of wonderful memories. 

   We had the honor of being his family for 15 years. An honor that we did not take lightly. He came to us as a 12 week old bundle of fur. Ready for what life had to bring him. 

   Bruce, our first basset was ready to take on the responsibilities of the older brother. He showed him how to use the doggie door. Where to poop and pee. And most importantly how to use those special Bassett eyes to look at us adoringly when he wanted a treat. And it worked every time.
   Max was our moody child. Not everyone he met got to bathe in his love. But if he did befriend you, you were his for life.
   I thank God for allowing me to be a part of his journey here on earth. 

   I know Bruce was waiting for him at the bridge. Waiting to show him the ropes. And most importantly ... how to look at God with those brown eyes when it's treat time. 

   Because yes ... dogs do go to heaven. 

💔

  Until we meet again my love


Sunday, January 31, 2016

Starting all over again ...


Starting all over again is going to be rough
For us, but we're going to make it
Starting all over as friends is going to be tough
On us, but we gotta face it

We lost what we had, that what hurt us so bad
Set us back a thousand years
But we're going to make it up though I know it's gonna be tough
To erase the hurt and fears

Oh, starting all over again is going to be hard
But I pray to the Lord to help us make it
Starting all over again is going to slow
But we both know, we gonna make it

We gotta take life as it comes
Never fuss about it, what's right or wrong
It's an uphill climb, to the finish line
We gonna try, we gonna try, just one more time


Starting all over again is going to be hard
On us, but we can make it
Starting all over as friends is going be tough
We both know, but we gonna make it

We gotta take life as it comes
Don't make any fuss about it, what's right or wrong
We're gonna make it up, though I know it's gonna be rough
To erase the hurt and fears

Oh, starting all over again is going to be rough
For us, but we're going to make it
Starting all over as friends is going to be tough
On us, but we got to face it


- Israel (Iz) Kamakawiwo'ole 


Sunday, January 24, 2016

Longer than a day

Cleaning house with The Eagles. Appreciating all that I have. 

I was walking home from my local 24 hour grocery store late last night and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair under a blanket (remember how cold it was last night ?). Everything he owned was within a 2 foot radius. Everything. 

No I don't have the big fancy house (anymore). 
No I don't have an endless bank account. 
No I can't pack up and fly to Hawaii at the drop of a hat.  

We get these little reminders at the perfect moments in our lives. The problem is remembering them for longer then it's takes to mention how much traffic sucks. 

No matter who your "higher power" is take a moment to thank him/her/it. 

Now back to cleaning. Geeze how I hate to clean. 

Oh ... Never mind.

Peace 

Sunday, January 10, 2016

If only we knew ...

Our love affair is bitter sweet
Insecure and incomplete
And I've often wondered why your leaving's been so long delayed
It's all become so complicated
Maybe you feel obligated
And out of simpathy for me you stay
But I had rather live alone
Than live with someone who doesn't love me
And I'd rather have you go than stay
And put me down a thinkin' you're above me
Our love affair is so wound up
It's best that we unwind
And if you don't love me, leave me
And don't let it trouble your mind

You've waited much too long to leave afraid of how I'd take it
And I'm deeply touched by your concern but I think I can make it
It won't be easy for a while but I'll forget in time
And if you don't love me, leave me and don't let it trouble your mind

I had rather live alone
Than live with someone who doesn't love me
And I'd rather have you go than stay
And put me down a-thinkin' you're above me
Our love affair is so wound up
It's best that we unwind
And if you don't love me, leave me
And don't let it trouble your mind


- Dolly Parton 

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Obsession

"How I Became The Bomb" is my new obsession, or more specific their single "Ulay, Oh". I fell down the internet rabbit hole the other day. You know how it is … you start looking for stores that sell crochet needles and end up looking at videos of surfing dogs. Anyway. I found myself on YouTube looking at a performance piece by Marina Abramović. The clip shows her having a surprise encounter with former lover and fellow artist Uwe Laysiepen after decades apart. I watched the video at least 4 times in a row. The music haunted me. So of course I had to purchase it as well as look up the lyrics. 
There she was like a picture.
There she was, she was just the same.
There she was; he just had to know that she had forgot his name.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Thinking back to the last time.
On the wall as they turned away.
Walking back; was it just a dream or did he hear her say?
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Trying his best to forget her.
Trying his best to just keep his stride.
Kept his word, but he knows he heard
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
There she was like a picture.
There she was, she was just the same.
There she was; he just had to know she had not forgot his name.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
There he was like his picture.
There he was; he was just the same.
There he was. He could never know she could never give his name.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Thinking back to the last time.
On the wall as he turned away.
Turning back, did he even know?
Did he ever hear her say
Ulay, Ulay, Oh?
Trying her best to foget him.
Trying her best just to keep her stride.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
There they were like the picture.
There they were, they were just the same.
There they were, but he walked away and her eyes could only say
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.

Obsession comes in many forms. Good and bad. Sad and happy. But most of the time is happens in a form that cannot be understood.