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It's Got to be PERFECT!

1/23/2015

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CRIMSON AND CLOVER-CHRISTMAS IS OVER   (Tommy James and the Shondells-1968-69)

It was the winter of '69-oh yeah! We thought we made it up, (weren't we clever) but Wikipedia
says that lots of people thought those were the words.

Sooo, Christmas is over. Time to reflect.

I don't know when I became somewhat obsessed (regretfully passing it on to my progeny) with
"making" the perfect Christmas; the right food; the right treats; the right gifts, evenly distributed;
the right atmosphere; the right decorations. Providing everything for all my loved ones that I
deemed necessary. Always a book, nightwear, and many other "things" that constituted my idea
of must-haves.

I remember years ago, severe migraines occasionally occurring by Christmas day. (To be fair,
I had them at other times as well.) Exhaustion and worry that it all wouldn't be enough for them.
(for me?)

Still, I always loved the Holidays and continued my quest for my own vision of perfection. I re-
member making gifts when money was tight. Spending it all when money was abundant and
everywhere in between.

This year, none of us had the means to be lavish, but did more than we should have anyway. 
Why? We know that our love for each other and the time spent together is 'the gift', and all
the gifts in the world would not replace time, happily and lovingly given! Yet still, we want to
'wrap it up' to provide ample evidence in a material way.

We spoke of this and are developing a plan for Christmas 2015 that will hopefully prevent 
excess with food and gifts; promote relaxation and quality time together. I'm not sure exactly
how to achieve this goal. How to grow into expressing our love and caring in less monetary
ways? How to give up internal perfection fantasies? How to be reasonable and accept quality
over quantity in our gift-giving. With the exception of a few cherished children in our midst,
we are all adults here! I should be leading this reformation but feel woefully inadequate to 
rally the troops. 

None of us (except the afore-mentioned children) care about receiving-only giving. So, we 
receive our joy by what we give. If, in our opinions, we don't give enough, we aren't going to
receive enough joy. I think this concept may be a baby step in the right direction! 
Let's all 'think on these things.'

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MLK - What's in a Holiday?

1/19/2015

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It was a scary time for a young girl in the 60's. We knew that our world could 'blow up' at any time. Air-raid drill in school. Hide under the desk-it'll save you! Bomb shelters for sale that most couldn't afford. Someone could accidentally hit that red button and we'd all go... boom. Such deep-seated fear.

The Bay of Pigs invasion, Cuban Missile Crisis, assassination of JFK, murder of Lee Harvey Oswald, explosion of the Civil Rights Movement. Suddenly, marches and sit-ins and bombs and hippies and peace and free love and hatred and drugs and watching the killing and dying and body-counts and riots on television.

I just wanted it all to stop; to be normal; to be relatively safe. I just wanted to think the world (or at least the country) was good, politicians were honest, war was necessary, our leaders were leading. I just wanted to think boys were dying for a worthy cause-never in vain. I wanted to think right would prevail.

I lived outside of a small town in a rural area. We had no black people in our world until high
school; one African-American boy. Most of us liked this kid.

Then Martin Luther King, Jr. was on the scene. I didn't get why he was needed; why he was adding to the unrest flooding the U.S., the world. I had never been exposed to the pervasive prejudice and segregation. Never knew about separate drinking fountains, separate bathrooms, separate schools, back of the bus-rides, all-white colleges, universities, politics, hotels, sports teams, sports venues, armed services, churches, neighborhoods, theaters... every aspect possible was divided. "Separate but equal"? REALLY!

April 4, 1968-Martin Luther King, Jr. gunned down. June 6, 1968, Robert F. Kennedy gunned down. Such sorrow, such confusion, such turmoil and chaos. Such innocence lost.

Many changes for the better; segregation legislated away. Wish hatred and prejudice could be legislated out of our hearts. Equality and justice and love for all.

So, thanks MLK, protestors, marchers, agitators, workers, martyrs, all who could not/would not accept the status quo. I used to fear you. Now I admire you.
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A Contract With Sorrow, a Lifetime of Love

1/17/2015

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Baby Lucy in 2000 with her daddy Peter
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Lucy the model (c) Amiee Stubbs Photography 2013
"Taking on a pet is a contract with sorrow." (Carol Anshaw)

14 years-a very long time in a life. From 23 to 37 years of age. A young man-boy. Just starting.
Recently graduated-"in a relationship." A new puppy, so cute and roly-poly and playful! Paws
too large for the recently formed body. Curiously sniffing, licking faces. Learning the rules,
potty-training, chewing toys and bones and maybe a shoe or two. A party to her loved one's
life; happiness, sadness, good times, bad times, painful growth, new living spaces, new 
relationships, new careers, new animal friends. But always receiving and giving love.

Her feet match her body now, old and tired. She's watched the changes, the years passing.
Her steps slow and labored, her eyes dim, ears quieter. Done playing; only sleeping, eating,
carried outside for "necessities". Still giving-taking love. 

So much joy she's experienced-given. So much hurt she's leaving.

But, even in the face of grief and sorrow, no regrets; to escape the pain would be to miss
the joy, the wonder of her beautiful life.

"Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry
away with them so many years of our own lives." (John Galsworthy)
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2015: Lucy found her way into her daddies' suitcase at my house a week before her passing, as if to say, "Daddy, don't forget to take me with you, wherever you go." Don't worry, Lulu, your sweet spirit and wonderful memories will be with your daddies forever!
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    Kathy Brooks aka
    Mama Lee Rotten

    I am a writer living in Mt. Vernon, Ohio. I enjoy thrift shopping, working in the garden, singing karaoke and spending time with my children and grandchildren. I have only recently started writing, and one of my poems, "Song 4 You" has already been adapted to music by my son, David Lee Rotten (of Naked Highway), and will be released in early 2015 on his debut solo album/video project Bound.  

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