Monday, February 05, 2007

Morning Edition - 2/5/07

Picture Perfect…Sis B-Day
My sis’ 40th birthday celebration at Lucky Strikes Lanes was a big hit. Dad, in particular, managed to be the best bowler of the lot. Special thank-you to Clent, Martin, Annette, James, Joe, Ruthy, Tweety, Carlos, Mom and Dad, for making the festivities a success. Below are some quick pics shot with my phone. My apologies for not having better pics, but I forgot my digital in our mad rush to make it to the joint…



Mom, Sis, Dad

Sis, Annette

Sis, James

Sis, Me

On Blast
Have you ever felt you weren’t yourself and you couldn’t quite put your finger on what was wrong? What did you discover was the issue?

Keep passin’ the open windows…

9 comments:

That Dude Right There said...

Cute Fam.

When I did have that feeling, I found that I had been lying to mysef about something that I didn't know that I was lying about.

The other time that I got that feeling was when I was denying myself something that I wanted (sex).

donya said...

Ok totally unrelated to the blog. Remember when I told ya'll I should have rethought having my children and someone told me they were a blessing. Well now I have the stomach virus the little blessings had. I love my children, I love my children and back to the warm fuzzy place. Ok I am going home so I cn go to bed.

petite morceau said...

I don't think I've ever felt that way. I'm always in tune with that little voice inside that doesn't allow me to bullshit myself no matter what lol.

ReddMann said...

I have been in therapy for years addressing issues that I have faked myself into believing or not believing... but the issue has always been me and the realization of not my reality but reality itself.

Darius T. Williams said...

40, huh? She doesn't look a day over...23.

KahluaLoverInVa said...

One time I went to a job interview and as I was walking to my car to go home, i saw a flash of green down around my foot. It was a pair of green panties that had somehow gotten caught up in the leg of my slacks when they were in the washer/dryer that morning! I have NO idea how long they'd been showing down by the cuff of my pants though...thank goodness I didn't get that job in case someone noticed! LOL


P.S. Hector baby...I got a new job!!! Please change my email for the blog... now it's shannonw@commeng.com. Thanks darlin!! (Yeah and email me too!)

~Kahlua~

KahluaLoverInVa said...

Crap! That's not my email...lol

it's swilliams@commeng.com There!

Leniere said...

Hey man...

I could not find an email address, so I'm posting this comment about your fam - your cousin is really causing it at 48 - but also about the comment you left on my page. I didn't expect anyone would actually read what I wrote--I don't have any visitors, but I appreciate that you stopped by and left those words of encouragement.

-L

FREAKING RICAN said...

Coca, sometimes yes I find myself feeling not myself and asking "Who am I" and this is what I have come up with...At some point in our lives, or perhaps at many points in our lives, we ask the question, "Who am I?" At times like these, we are looking beyond the obvious, beyond our names and the names of the cities and states we came from, into the layers beneath our surface identities. We may feel the need for a deeper sense of purpose in our lives, or we may be ready to accommodate a more complex understanding of the situation in which we find ourselves. Whatever the case, the question of who we are is a seed that can bear much fruit.

It can send us on an exploration of our ancestry, or the past lives of our soul. It can call us to take up journaling in order to discover that voice deep within us that seems to know the answers to a multitude of questions. It can draw our attention so deeply inward that we find the spark of spirit that connects us to every living thing in the universe. One Hindu tradition counsels its practitioners to ask the question over and over, using it as a mantra to lead them inevitably into the heart of the divine.

While there are people who seem to come into the world knowing who they are and why they are here, for the most part the human journey appears to be very much about asking this question and allowing its answers to guide us on our paths. So when we find ourselves in the heart of unknowing, we can have faith that we are in a very human place, as well as a very divine one. "Who am I?" is a timeless mantra, a Zen koan ultimately designed to lead us home, into the part of our minds that finally lets go of questions and answers and finds instead the ability to simply be.