For the Mothers in My Life

To my wonderful mother on Mother's Day:

Mothers are the place that we call home.
On them we rest our heads and close our eyes.
There's no one else who grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment, sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom.

To my sisters on Mother's Day:

Thinking back over the years,
Often I remember how we were
More focused on ourselves when we were young.
Years and children sweep in like a tide,
Separating us from distant shores.
In truth, we're even closer than before,
Sustaining our childhood inside,
The memories to which we both belong
Enriched by what love teaches us to bear,

Resonant with what we rarely say.

Happy Mother's Day!

Beware the Ides of March and Bring Sunscreen!

Yeah, that's right, bring sunscreen...and your aqua shoes! Prepare to walk along the shore about a mile to this secluded spot and plant yourself in the sand beside the palm trees.

In keeping with tradition, Morgon and I decided to cast the hazards of work aside and head to "A-Bay" (Anaeho'omalu) for some much needed Aloha.

The temperature was about 75 degrees, the water temp was comparable. There were enough trade winds to keep the waves gently undulating and you feeling cool.

We camped just off of the main trail where we discovered a hammock big enough for the two of us and nobody within 100 yards in any direction from where we were. Ahhh, just what you'd imagine in a Corona commercial. Except we brought Mike's Hard Lime, along with a couple of torrid romance paperbacks.

My personal zen is searching for seashells and I did manage to muster up the energy to find a few before packing it in and heading home.  

Ode to Coffee

O liquid sunshine, I need thee now!

Full, smooth-bodied and slightly mellow

Or dark roast brews I duly crave,

of its intense aroma, I am a slave.

Kenya, Brazil, Columbia blends,

Every decent bean to me please send.

My body aches as drowsy numbness pains

for lack of this stimulant pumping through my veins.

O elusive java, where did thee go?

I'd even settle for straight espresso.

For fear that I will not stay awake

until released for my next coffee break.

Composed by yours truly (Tina-Louise)

Friday, March 13th, 2009

after needing some decent brew

Another blog site you may find amusing (for the erudite coffee lover) is: http://caffeinating.blogspot.com/

The Truth About Love

It’s not easy being in a relationship much less to truly accept the other person for who they are with all their flaws and baggage.  To truly love each other, you need to know the truth about each other – even if it’s not so easy to take.

The toughest thing for me is to decide to be with someone for good.  The idea that this is it, this is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with - to decide that I will make the effort to stay and not run off the minute that there is a problem is very difficult for me.

It always fascinates me how someone can go from loving you madly to nothing at all…nothing.  It hurts so much.  When I feel someone is going to leave me I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing.

So here it is…one more/one less…another wasted love story.  I really loved this one.

There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover from another break-up.

Then I think that it’s over, that I’ll never see this person like this. Well yes, we’ll run into each other and see their new boyfriend/girlfriend and act as if we had never been together.  Then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely.  Almost.

It’s always the same for me…break up, break down, drink up, fool around.  Meet one person, then another. Fuck around to forget about the one and only.  Then after a few months of total emptiness, start again to look for true love.  Desperately look everywhere and after a long period of loneliness, meet a new lover and swear it is the one until that one is gone as well.

Insomnia

Not being able to sleep is frustrating. My body is tired, my mind is not.  Perhaps it's tonight's full moon that's shining through the windows.  Who knows? So to pass the time, I thought I'd try my hand at free-form writing.  Below is just a rumble of words jammed together without any specific theme or meaning:

Front and Center

or was it find your center? Is there anything you're missing that makes you happy?  Is there a "right time" to talk about it, or is the conversation actually a "sooner hurts less than later" discussion? What are the rules REALLY? People mix business and pleasure all the time "now git out there and blow sumthin outta the sky!"

Dad was really a funny guy.

Sometimes buying that extra shot of cheap shop espresso gives adequate replacement to the six olive martini. The only way to understand it is to do it - right? At least I got the phone number. The sperm bank's down the street.

Therapy's crap.

At some point, you may have to actually engage your mind. So throw it at me, it shows you have real upper body strength. It's not like I hold back all the time. Sorry I fell asleep. I dreamed of the fork in the road as this golden utensil blocking my way to the other side. All I need to do is

Pick it up!

I want to express myself, but can't do it in front of a room full of people I DON'T KNOW. Tell your friend not to pretend. Back in Ohio it's not so easy being a big old dyke at 16. Just be who you are and you will be okay.

And the next dancer is...

Search over again - you really need to work it baby! Nothing less than perfect is good enough for me. Why am I really here? Are there ulterior motives? There is a lot to consider - like how our genetic material would combine. You need to CLARIFY! Business or life partner? C'mon c'mon c'mon. I know what's on your mind cuz it's on mine too.

What goes around

and quit holding onto that serious crap. Shockers my ass! Welcome to the new me. But be careful you don't misalign my chakras. It's a big decision and I really need to think it through. Closing on that condo without your dad. One big-ass commitment. It's not like I don't have anywhere to go this morning.

Welcome to the group

although I didn't move out of the storage room to get put back in the closet. Is this the part where you tell me I need to self-actualize? Where's Jesus in all of this? It's easier to walk away when the harder choice is to stay.

I was way outta line

coming to you of all people. And the apology might have meant something when I still loved you. I don't love you anymore and I don't know if we'll ever be friends. I can't feel guilty. I won't. I don't.

Ok

Ya know a light weight like me shouldn't really drink so much on an empty stomach, especially after taking so many antihistamines.