Thankyou Michael Jackson, You Will Be Missed

"Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break."
~William Shakespeare~


Last night, I was ecstatic, delirious with anticipation. Something was trying to speak through me and the only thing I could compare it with was the feeling when you're going to board an airplane or pickup someone you love from the airport. I asked if anyone was expecting company that I didn't know about but the answer was no. Then the music played. I heard instruments being tuned up for a concert and yee gads, nobody else heard it. A musician was coming to town is what my heart was saying and he would be talked about internationally. My town? No way. The butterflies and excitement continued until I went to bed but without any other clue except that I knew angels were involved in a very huge way!
Today, as I was trying to maneuver into the correct lane during butt to butt rush hour traffic, I heard the tragic news of Michael Jackson's death. My bubble had just been popped and yes, I mourn. Every station was playing his songs. My family loved him and my friends loved him. My memories are hugely connected to his music and my creative mind can't understand why other people labeled him as odd. He tapped into the endless field of possibilities with his talent that most people dare to even imagine.

I'm so touched that he is being welcomed hugely into Heaven which brings comfort now but jealous that we have lost another musical genius. After my busy errands today, there is a strange name on my machine. I read it three times and then happily screamed that it was my ninth grade best friend who I've lost contact with. How did she find me thirty some years later?
Maybe she heard Michael's song, "I'll Be There" or maybe it was "Ben", either way she found me. I will speak of the fun he created and not his quirkiness. After all, wasn't I myself gluing eggshells on the back of a Careers game board at two in the morning? Who are we to talk?

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If we're going to climb the ladder, get to the top, make it and be someone, I must say, it's better to have friends than to do it alone. We need someone to lean on to ease our balancing act.

First Friday

His dreads are surprisingly clean
with a smile to melt butter
which softens his $6,000 price tag
on art I wouldn't have the guts
to show.
This place is full of irony
and the hoards of people
showing off their tanned bodies
are starting to mess with my
sense of identity.
Now I'm the odd piece of artwork
that's lost its over priced tag.

My Gift From God

The name Hannah means "gift from God". I was at a park with my four children when I heard the name in my head. It was the same day my husband heard the name while driving home from work. We then decided that would be the chosen name of our fifth child. The doctor thought we were nuts. He wanted me to abort because a test showed that my unborn baby had no brain activity. I remember shrugging my shoulders in his office saying, "oh well, she'll get it next month." What did I know? I was thirty, too busy for worries and sick in love. He reminded me that I already had four children as if a fifth child would be a disease. On July 15th, I gave birth to a very healthy Hannah. Today, she is talented in art, drama, writing, spiritual pursuits, beautiful and extremely intelligent. We spent the day today taking pictures, in fact, this is the one from today that I took with the new camera.
I'm thinking of her today because of the tragedy in Kansas that led a man to murder an abortion doctor. Maybe it is a gray subject as my husband says, and I don't have the answers, but I am happy to this day that I chose life for Hannah. So many women claim it is our right and I agree. It is our right to have proper birth control. It is our right to choose not to have children, but once conception takes place, our right shifts to responsibility. For any woman who is contemplating terminating an unplanned pregnancy, I hope my words comfort you. No matter your choice, you are loved and watched over by angels who protect.

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