Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Live Now
My most recent blog entries have been more like goals for the day as opposed to thoughts and feelings. For myself as well as for you. I was hanging out with a friend and there were rose bushes everywhere. We both stopped to smell the flowers. How many people do that on a regular basis? Not many. I read a poem once that discussed the wish to have smelled more flowers throughout one’s lifetime. The wish to have noticed more in life as opposed to work from To Do lists and schedules. The poem was incredibly profound to me so now I make it an effort to stop and smell the roses or watch the stupid pigeons walk by or try something new. I have found this to be incredibly relaxing and amazing and I wish everyone to experience the same. So my recent blogs are goals I have set and I hope you can follow them too. This morning I got an email from a friend that was dead on with my recent thoughts and actions that I cannot help but share with you:
Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.
How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?
How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?
Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!
We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going to,' 'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.'
Do something you WANT to...not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask 'How are you?' Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi'?
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away...... Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.
Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance!
Now...go on and have a nice day.
Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.
How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?
How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?
Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!
We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going to,' 'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.'
Do something you WANT to...not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask 'How are you?' Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi'?
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away...... Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.
Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance!
Now...go on and have a nice day.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
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Friday, April 10, 2009
The History
My mom’s side of the family tree is pretty complicated and lately my mom’s aunt has been obsessed with gathering pictures and family history and what not. My mom has been sending her all the stuff she has from my grandpa, who died of emphysema before I was born.
I know all about my dad’s side of the family: They were all in the Holocaust and very few survived. They are all living in Israel or Germany now. But when it came to my mom’s side, I didn’t know much at all.
This is what I have learned: The family was incredibly rich because they OWNED Brooklyn. Yes, owned. There was this one picture of this lady in a really pretty dress with jewels all over it that my mom had and she told me they were super rich because they owned Brooklyn. I guess they sold it somewhere along the line. There is also a street in New York called Fleet Street, as in the demon barber of Fleet Street. Well, my families name was Fleet, which turned into Speir, which turned into Rounds, which is my mom’s maiden name. So there was a famous doctor in the family named Dr. Samuel Fleet Speir. I decided to Google him and this is what I found: SPEIR, Samuel Fleet, surgeon, born in Brooklyn, New York, 9 April, 1838. He was educated at the Brooklyn polytechnic institute and at the medical department of the University of the city of New York, where he was graduated in 1860, with three prizes. He also received the prize essay gold medal from the American medical association in 1864. After spending two years in study abroad, chiefly in Paris, he settled in his native city, where he still (1888) practices his profession. Dr. Speir has been connected with various hospitals and dispensaries, and during the civil war served under the United States sanitary commission, He has contributed to professional literature and is the inventor of a new method of arresting surgical hemorrhage by artery-constriction, for which he received a prize from the State medical society in 1871, and of a new method for the differential diagnosis of morbid growths, based on the examination of minute specimens.
Maybe I should have gone to medical school after all. I could have been a famous OB/GYN. How freaking insane is all that. I knew fame ran in the family. :)
I know all about my dad’s side of the family: They were all in the Holocaust and very few survived. They are all living in Israel or Germany now. But when it came to my mom’s side, I didn’t know much at all.
This is what I have learned: The family was incredibly rich because they OWNED Brooklyn. Yes, owned. There was this one picture of this lady in a really pretty dress with jewels all over it that my mom had and she told me they were super rich because they owned Brooklyn. I guess they sold it somewhere along the line. There is also a street in New York called Fleet Street, as in the demon barber of Fleet Street. Well, my families name was Fleet, which turned into Speir, which turned into Rounds, which is my mom’s maiden name. So there was a famous doctor in the family named Dr. Samuel Fleet Speir. I decided to Google him and this is what I found: SPEIR, Samuel Fleet, surgeon, born in Brooklyn, New York, 9 April, 1838. He was educated at the Brooklyn polytechnic institute and at the medical department of the University of the city of New York, where he was graduated in 1860, with three prizes. He also received the prize essay gold medal from the American medical association in 1864. After spending two years in study abroad, chiefly in Paris, he settled in his native city, where he still (1888) practices his profession. Dr. Speir has been connected with various hospitals and dispensaries, and during the civil war served under the United States sanitary commission, He has contributed to professional literature and is the inventor of a new method of arresting surgical hemorrhage by artery-constriction, for which he received a prize from the State medical society in 1871, and of a new method for the differential diagnosis of morbid growths, based on the examination of minute specimens.
Maybe I should have gone to medical school after all. I could have been a famous OB/GYN. How freaking insane is all that. I knew fame ran in the family. :)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Happy
I think at this very moment in time, I am truly happy. There are 2 things that I would change, but other than that, I am happy. I have people who love me and people I love. I have a family who is heading off into amazing places. My brother and his fiance bought a new house, which is being built as we speak and their wedding will be in 2010. I helped my mom make the beginnings of Passover dinner. I made a very special person smile today. I just feel content. I feel that those 2 things I wish to change can change soon and will change soon. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can see many smiles to come.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
My Song
So I have been told that my blogs are too sad and I need to write something more uplifting. I have been sad lately and when I feel that emotion, writing is my tool of release. That is why my blogs are sad. When I am happy, I can go outside and run and be with my friends and just be dumb, but when I am sad, writing is my means of escape.
So with that being said, I am going to write a happy blog to ease the readers.
I wrote a song a bit ago called Silent Whispers, which is actually posted in here somewhere. I never had the same tune in my head each time I went to sing the song. I have written quite a few silly songs where the tune is apparent the moment the song comes to mind, but for some reason, when it came to writing a real, non-silly song, the tune just wouldn't come. My friend has been having the opposite issue. He has been able to come up with tunes and no lyrics to match.
He finally emailed me asking for the lyrics to my song. He seemed to have a tune picked out the moment he read the lyrics, which makes me quite happy. This means the song can actually turn into something good that I can record. Once recorded, who knows where the song will go, but I will definitely post it on here.
I hope we can record it soon. I am quite excited.
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