Friday, October 24, 2014

"..gotta story for you... ". (Me!) Sandra, tvgp

Did you say Hostess?   ... Well, -speaking of 'The Sweetest Comeback In The History of Ever'

Type:   mouth full of silver

In the search bar of this blog.

Speaking of memories in single file.. By (me!) Sandra, tvgp

Let me explain it in a way that complements my prior post:

Memory stored somewhere...  Dormant.
Immediate access! (Key that opened; awoke..) = article about juanita haugen scholarships..

Single file:(multiple associations/multiple potential hyperlinks)

1. I met her! She came to one of our good neighbors holiday boutiques (year?) And we had a brief conversation..  But i had "no idea who she was" -as the saying goes..   Would later learn about her, and her contributions..

2.  Community of character!   -did not know for who knows how long.. Who to credit..    Juanita haugen!   Connect the dots...  Same lady i met at our boutique..

3. Compassion...  My daughters poem; inspired by...  Somewhere here in my blog posts..   Her "responsibility" award..

4.   Comparisons between juanita's "community of character" traits..  Vs.   The 9 fruits of the spirit...

-however we communicate this emphasis on character..   Im grateful; very grateful..

We are write now experiencing the results of making book facts (math, science, history) more important than...

It is not that those things arent vital too..

But character; learning to be a good person, caring about personal integrity and caring about others..   This we have been neglecting!

How is it that there are bullies in middle school and high school?

Because they have been required to pass the wrong tests..

How is it that we end up with college students raping other college students?   Because in order to graduate from high school and be accepted at a college, theyve only been required to know.. What?

No one should receive a diploma and move forward until they master respect for other human beings.

Im all for testing students..   But we need to change the tests, the standards, and what it takes to pass..

Think Fest on Memory. By (me!) Sandra, tvgp

Coming soon.. But let me get some notes down before they disappear:

-every experience is instantaneously memory.
-for teens/adults..  Some memories surface on their own; others can only, will only, surface with a key

Key = picture, object, aroma, word, part of a name.. Etc.

Is there access (key) to every single memory?   Of the memories we never recall.. (Who would have time? You'd re-live your entire life, -write); do they go dormant/stored.. Or disappear? ..die..

-even with pictures.. Or memory access keys of any kind..  Our memories from infancy/toddler years can't seem to be accessed..

Our own birth, first steps.. Long list.    -obviously something needs to develop first.. A platform of some sort, storage.. Before memories can be stored AND accessed vs. Just stored..

With every memory there is associated stimuli..  We can only be conscious of one thought/memory at a time when we share them..

So.. When one memory has a multitude of associations.. They line up single file in order to be communicated; but not chronologically..  How?  (I.e,  consider multiple visits to the same zoo, with different people at different times..   Retell.)

More later..  

Speaking of delicious books!... By (me!) Sandra, tvgp

Just getting started, but WOW already..
You know how i end up with books to read, write.  Never from a list.. God no.  Or from a flap..   My goodness if i believed that.. Every single book i pick up is a masterpiece of some sort or another..

I let them arrive.. They all arrive at different times; for different reasons..  But more often than not, turns out it is just the write book at just the write time..

This one: people of the book..

This is the result of a conversation i had with a customer whose daughter was getting married soon..

Upon inquiring i learned that the theme for the upcoming wedding was LITERARY!   Oh, she mentioned some of the coolest ideas they were using...  Old books and library cards with due date stamps for the invitations..  At mere mention my imagination soared..

She promised to bring back some pictures..

And somewhere along our conversation she mentioned being a librarian, i believe..   For young children..  Then we talked books.. And she almost apologetically mentioned that she was mostly familiar with childrens books.. Young adult.. 

But then talked with passion about this one..  People of the book..  Maybe that was the last adult book she remembered reading? I cant remember

But her testimony inspired my next visit to the library..  And all i can say now is, "thank you!"

How To Eat A Book. A poem by (me!) Sandra, tvgp

No napkins.
No silverware.
No pretty plates.

No table.
No chair.
Hands all over your date.

Throw manners outside.
And eat with a grin

Let the secret sauce words
Drip down your chin

Mmmm.  Delicious!    ...reading...

Drink some for breakfast
Pack some for lunch
Bite so hard at dinner we hear the crunch..

   -dont forget to save room for dessert.

Bite size paragraphs before you close your eyes
Dream to digest
Wake more alive

Eat some raw.  Eat some cooked.
Skip those vegetables and eat your books!

Key words for (me!) Sandra, tvgp

In Galations 5:1

My previous addictions/strongholds..  Variety of things i was once slave to

They are no more.

They are already well documented so i wont bother to repeat them here.  What is worth repeating is that i have been set free.

Not just set free from the variety of strongholds themselves; but also free from any guilt, self-hate, self-disappointment, once associated with..

Truth does set you free.  "Thank you Jesus!"

I am highly confident that even under enormous trauma or stress, i would not return to any past negative addictive thoughts or behaviors.    Having tasted freedom..  Nothing is worth returning to for comfort

Outside of prayer.

I feel enormously blessed to know this experience.  Slave to freedom.

And it fascinates me..  The use of the word -again- in Galations 5:1.

For me.. It speaks to the idea that it is/was a foregone conclusion.. That at some point, everyone will/would be in fact a slave to something..

In modern times..  What a long potential list, huh

Slave to money; drugs; opinion of others, self-doubt, alcohol, porn, status, schedules, cosmetic surgeries/procedures, fame/popularity..

Add on at will.

But Good God is it a beautiful thing to break free..

So... This passage is very impactful to me:   ..it is FOR FREEDOM that Christ set us free...

This also makes me very curious..   In the population at large.. Among the seculars, atheists, and anyone outside of Christianity

Who has lived out this experience:   slave to (variable), and now entirely free

Who or what do you credit with the how...

Are there people who believe they accomplish this on their own?

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

"CONGRATULATIONS!!" To (nicole tsuno!) & (maya lyubomirsky!)

Pleasanton's two new teen poet laureates..  Having served on the selection committee panel, I can attest:  Remarkable young women, talented writers.

-look forward to your individual contributions and our future collaborations..  A toast!  "To ambassadors for the literary arts!".   Blessings!

Left to write: (me!) Sandra Harrison Kay, Pleasanton Poet Laureate 2013-2015; Maya Lyubomirsky, Foothill High School, Nicole Tsuno, Amador High School -Teen Poet Laureates 2014-2015, Julie Finegan, Visual and Literary Arts Coordinator, Firehouse Art Center/City of Pleasanton.    City Council Meeting 10/21/2014.

The Heart Seen.. In my scabs.. By (me!) Sandra, tvgp

.. What happen here was I was holding the golf club all wrong..  Chance to redeem myself today...

"..gotta story for you..." (Me!) Sandra, tvgp

If I get to chit chattin' with the customers at the register, chances are pretty high these days /having blogged for almost ten years..

that eventually they'll say something that serves as a memory trigger for one of my posts

Several times in the past month or so.. Someone will say something and I'm like, "oh! I've gotta story for you..". Then I handwrite the address of my blog on scratch paper and what word or phrase they should type in the the search bar

Most recently (which will help explain my re-posts of older blogs) a woman at the register mentioned working at heritage estates..

[Ding.. Ding.. Ding...]

(Me!):  "did you say heritage estates? .. Here in Livermore?  Oh.. I know heritage estates..  I played the flute there...

/and I slowed down on the delivery of the rest of this story on purpose:

Yes.  -twinkle, twinkle, little star.   True story.

Mmm hmm.   I was in my 40's.

I thought maybe during my divorce instead of drugs and alcohol that maybe I should learn to play the flute.

I had never played an instrument as a child.. Or learned to read music or anything..   Yeah..  So that was one of my big flute debuts..

With Bernie Burke..   Twinkle, twinkle little star at the heritage estates."  (I could feel my face blushing some; you never know who will find it amusing and who will find it.. Stupid)

The man behind the woman at the register, he was listening too.  -had no choice really.  And he goes, 'I think you should have done drugs instead'

I had to laugh at that one.  "Yes," I said with a smile.."I believe that was indeed the consensus after my big performance"

And they laughed back.

***     ***

But..  Heritage estates! I also have the story about rescuing midnight in the garden of good and evil..

-so I wrote that down for her too..   You have to enter that in the search bar "garden of good and evil"

***

The upshot of our exchange might result in me teaching another one of my "must love blogs" classes at heritage estates.  -help these remarkable seniors capture their memories for family and friends; who knows how many strangers.  I certainly encourage it..

Think always.. What I wouldn't give to read from the journals of my great grandparents, grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles..etc.

Especially the feeling of reading a memory book by my grandma.. Completely glued to every word..

But there was ONLY THREE PAGES!?!?   Then she stopped.  Oh! I still ache over it.

***

Anyway..  Ordered some business cards yesterday.  I finally tired of handwriting SHEsaysWITHaSMILE.blogspot.com.   in search bar, enter (variable) here.

-soon I will only write what to type in the search bar...

Sex appeal.

Seattle

Shady characters.

Sweetest kid in america.

69.

Cigarettes.

Quantum butter fly's

Robin Williams

Maya Angelou

Jeanette walls

Earthquake

Imaginary conversation

Paul McCartney

Embarrassing

Math

Money, money, money

...long list...

But not every story/post would interest every person.. So it works out kind of cool to direct people only to posts relevant to a conversation we've had..     Like the gentleman I met at the aquatic center who worked for the government on the census bureau

"Census bureau?!...  Why you might be the only person I've ever met who might actually appreciate my poem:  census of a different kind..    You just type that in the search bar.. Census.

Add that to my "21 reasons I love to blog".  Which is now at about 213 reasons...

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

BERNIE, MOZART & (me!) by sandra, ttgp

original post: 12/18/2006 thanks jim! i've finally added a photo.

thanks frank! -for the photo to add and moral support

and thank you bernie! my wonderful music teacher, for creating a memory i'm thrilled to share.


***


and now just look at me will ya.. i hardly recognize me myself!
i've been secretly taking flute lessons for only a few weeks (right bernie)

(i asked him to say only a couple weeks, so my twink

le, twink

-kle

lit, li,

ttle star would sound more impressive, but turns out he is as honest as he is patient and kind. darn it! anyway)

every single aspect of this experience is new to me. prior to signing up for lessons i had
a) never seen a flute close up
b) never held one
c) never put one together or took one apart
d) never cleaned a flute and put it inside it's case
e) never read music
f) never played a note
g) never played a musical instrument of any kind, anytime.. save only "chopsticks" as taught to me by my big brother on my grandma's organ about 35 years ago.

but i've been experimenting with proactively adding new brain pathways; dilutting old and yucky pathways and guess what?

it works! learning something new, i'm convinced, has an even greater impact than an antidepressant, lasts longer AND -offers like, five times the ongoing reward.

and how did i pick the flute? i can only say i responded to the results of my automatic listening/writing sessions and then went out and purchased a used flute. pre-owned; whatever. (and a tambourine).

anyway

how did i find bernie? i can only say here, and i believe quite fully, he was god selected and heaven sent.

having experienced his opposite in other areas of life, i know that without bernie's (specifically bernie's) incredible patience, joy, encouragement, kind and thoughtfulness, plus enthusiasm

i would have quit or never started. but in fact, under his care and guidance, i kept on even when i fell behind in practice and had to miss a few lessons and

ultimately succeeded in participating in my first recital with him and his many other lucky students, playing none other than who? mozart! and successfully surprised the heck out of my daughter, son and nephew (and myself for that matter).

and what a trick.. to learn this entirely new language. to read music for the first time. to create fingering charts and learn which fingers go where and then breathe

breathe, breathe, breathe, (tu, tu, tu) to make sounds. -so challenging, frustrating

and exciting!

and now, i've been thinkin' about how i succeeded a couple years ago at finishing my first half marathon. -very, very slow. but i finished

and then after the big nike race, the men in tuxedo's with the tiffany necklaces, and the bright blue finishers t-shirt w/the golden gate bridge and nike logo

i pretty much put my tennis shoes away. i've not been motivated since

but i think the flute experience might be very different from the running experience.

i just want to learn more, practice more, learn a new song

when i look outside at this cold winter weather, i have no desire to go out for a walk or jog

but look lovingly upon my new instrument.

we keep each other warm and hopeful.

and my master plan is working too because after school today i made music with my children.

and what better way to celebrate the season?

so i was the first one up, and the only 40 year old as you will see now that i can post pictures with such ease

and didn't every single one of these elementary through highschool kids do an outstanding job performing their music. such a variety of instruments, skill levels and songs

but everyone of us infected with bernie's contagious hope and joy of music.

and to my great pleasure and big surprise, bernie and all his students invited me to join them again when they play in 2007 at pier 39

their generosity is my motivation.

practice. practice. practice.

and can't close w/out a thank you to the two beautiful middle school flautist girls who helped me out in the very unfamiliar, noisy & crowded tune up room. -you were terrific!

I'M A MEAN, MEAN, MOMMY (me!) sandra, ttgp

original post: 05/23/2007:

thank you to bernie berke, the most patient music instructor in all the milky way galaxy, i
survived my second flute recital at heritage estates in livermore.

"i don't want to go!" my son pleaded, "please don't make me go!"

surprised the shit out of myself when i so quickly sat him down and had a little talk

"i want you to know i was married before i married your father.. and i divorced him too..
want to know why?"

did not wait for answer

"because i supported him in everything he did, but he didn't support me back; that's why!

(direct eye contact/serious voice) ..and now, i go to your practices, and your games, and your school plays, and help in your classroom, and guess what..

you can give me an hour. -support is a two way street mister! -not, i do everything for you, and you do nothing for me (hear song playing? .. me too..)

and i want you to think about two things

one: what it would feel like if when you told me you were in the school play, i said,
"that's nice. have fun."

-and i was gonna yield a break, by letting him sit in the back and leave the recital early

but followed that up with

"and two: think about what it would feel like if when it was your turn to get up on stage and say your lines, people got up and left?"

and the upshot, is that he went.. stayed for the whole thing, along with my daughter, mom and family friend, sue. accidentally enjoyed himself.

and we were treated to a variety of excellent live music performed by outstanding young musicians playing a variety of instruments

-no place i'd rather be on a sunday afternoon ")

and i've just thought so much about that conversation with my son..

he'll make a great husband one day

"but remember.." i tell my children. "marriage is not mandatory. -one of many options."

The fully evolved human being by (me!) Sandra, tvgp

Sometimes my notes are born from the process of elimination.  -the other day, I was trying to get from here to there and had to ask a stranger for directions..  He was kind, informative, and as it turns out; accurate.  But while he provided great direction..  He simultaneously blew cigarette smoke in my face.. It was unconscious I'm sure,

But it occurred to me:  a fully evolved human being will be free from any and all addictions.

And as I drove from here to there..  I was cut off by a speeder who was zipping in and out of traffic putting who knows how many people at risk..

A fully evolved human being might not be a perfect-all-the-time driver, but would always care about the safety of others. 

Monday, October 20, 2014

I Corinthians 15:44 interpretation by (me!) Sandra, tvgp

Per last post:  ..it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body..

Where the Bible refers to 'perishable'
I believe this to = our physical body.
'Imperishable' = our spirit.

For people who have had out of body experiences; being able to see, hear and travel without the aid of our human physical body (host or container)  -for us, there is no doubt we have a spirit living INSIDE a body..   And we know the spirit can exist separate from... So,  it only makes sense that when the physical body dies..  There is an opportunity for the spirit to live on.

So, I ponder it.. I think on it.. When face to face with the physical toll Alzheimer's or Parkinson's or other illnesses of the physical body and mind..      When you can no longer communicate with the person; reaching their spirit with words or gestures..

What the spirit knows anyway?  And does it sometimes leave permanently before the physical body dies?   I don't know of course..  What I sure think though..  Is that when people die..  Especially who suffer diseases as the ones I've mentioned..   Part of me aches at the loss while another part of me smiles and knows..  "Your spirit has been set free...".  -and I think.. Doesn't now know peace; but BECOMES peace.

Peace is a spirit after all, isn't it. 

Heaven is for real. As seen by (me!) Sandra, tvgp

Wonderful book. Good movie.. Not without its questions, mysteries and holes; easy to puncture.   As i have personally had an out of body experience i dont question the validity of this. In my experience i left my body but did not visit heaven, i only hovered temporarily to the side.   But.. THAT is the part of us i believe goes to heaven and lives on.  Not our physical bodies, which only serve as a host.   The part of colton that left his body during surgery..   That part.. Let us call it our spirit; that is what I believe has an opportunity to exist eternally; to "see" Jesus..  Experience Heaven.. Others..      And I'm certain I've read a passage in the bible which suggests this also..  Will return here when I re-find it.

The perfect analogy! To (me!) Sandra, tvgp

..to a closed mind.

K, follow along:  if im repeating myself.. So be it.  So be it:

In order for me to post a picture to my blog from my phone

FIRST.. My blog must be opened.

Then i have to go to my gallery of photos; select and upload.

IF my blog is not already opened..  I can click on a picture in my gallery one thousand times and nothing happens.  BLOG MUST BE OPENED FIRST; PERIOD.  ..no go arounds..

And it occurred to me..  That is very much like a person with a closed mind..

Im sure youve talked to one before and know what i mean..

If a persons mind is closed..  You can talk and talk and make all the perfect sense in the world..   But nothing happens.  You are literally wasting your time, breath and energy; period... No go arounds.

You must first seek to open the mind.. 

Then at least you stand a chance to upload new information.

How do we open closed minds?   It has been done...

No place to go... For (me!) Sandra, tvgp

What is? Wonders (me!) Sandra, tvgp

That which cannot be undone. By (me!) Sandra, tvgp

    -coming soon..  as I have time to write it:  a belated concession to warren buffett.

***

Makin' time write now:

K,  -one time long ago I was watching my charlie rose (hey, did i ever tell you about the time i got to meet and kiss charlie rose on the neck?)

"Yes. About 200 times already."

Anyway then.. He was interviewing warren buffett. And during this wonderful commercial free conversation (vs. Interrogation/exploitation), at the round oak table.. Warren said something about 'never doing ANYTHING you wouldnt want seen on the front page of an international newspaper the next day."

/i threw in the all caps and 'international..'

K..  At the time, it raced through my mind.. I do mean raced. -the gazzillion things ive said, thought and/or done that i certainly would not want seen on the front page of an international newspaper

Or even a national newspaper..

Or even a neighborhood newspaper...

Or even just family correspondence...

Or even just my very own diary.  Not even there!

But then it also raced through my mind... All i had learned; how i had grown..  How once you fast forward..  I knew (know) there were things i had done, i would not do again..

And i had to stop and ask..  "What if i had never done them at all?"

What if my entire life were G rated?   -because if you are sensitive to having anything you do that's say R or X-rated..  Or just S for stupid, or TI for terribly immature...   Or NATT for naive at the time....

If you are sensitive to that kind of thing in todays world -where so much can be hacked, shared, manipulated, confiscated, exploited,

You are doomed.

So that seems the choice to me.  Privacy is no more.

You live G rated lives from the womb to the heavens (seems it would improve your chances at the pearly gates doesnt it)

Or, you desensitize yourself to the outcome of the public at large having access to your actual otherwise private life.

Im just certain this is altering behavior; but for the better or worse i wont pretend to know..

What i do know.. Is that there is a large percentage of the population who are not conscious of the fact   -of the potential for their otherwise private experiences to become public..

And i am aware there is a certain population thrilled to exploit it..

And there are still others who enjoy manipulating it so that for attention, publicity, etc. Aim to make it look like their private experiences were 'accidentally' made public, when that was the intention all along..

But.. The main thing im inspired to do write now, is change my mind.

Because i remember responding to warren buffett with quite an animated "what kind of pathetic, boring, g-rated existence...

Like, that would so stifle your growth.. Abort important lessons.."

And now, i think..  You know what warren

You were write.

I just ache inside when i recall my teenage, and young adult years..

And then picture that...

And see todays teenagers, young adults with immediate, convenient, easy access to everything..

And everything recorded..

It at least seems important to frequently remind:  "everything you say and do   

Can and will most likely be

One day

Used against you.

Please dont say or do ANYTHING you wouldnt want seen on the cover of an international newspaper the next day."

Saturday, October 18, 2014

How Prayer Evolves. By (me!) Sandra, tvgp

-that's silly from the start because it is not prayer that evolves; people evolve, and it can be seen through their prayers.

I'm not telling you anything original here, just validating.  And it appears the two most pronounced ways people evolve which can be seen through prayer is this:

On the way:  "please bless me"
Arrived:  "how can I bless others."

On the way: "make (variable) go away."
Arrived: "please give me the strength to endure and/or conquer"

In Jesus name,  amen.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Public "thank you!" To unknown from (me!) Sandra, tvgp

Dear unknown kind person.. "Thank you!!".  I feel as if I was divinely guided to circle around and drive by those golf clubs next to the handwritten 'free stuff' paper sign.  " FREE?" I said to myself, "that's my favorite price!".    I said thank you to the sky in case it might reach you and then carried them to my writeousmom-mobile half concerned someone might  come running after me yellin' " STOP! THIEF!  ..  those are mine..."

You never know these days; so many divorces and all..  Maybe one spouse got pissed off at the other spouse.. And just put the others spouses shit out on the sidewalk with a FREE SIGN on it..

I've seen much worse..

But.. Upon examination..  All the dust, yellow, stringy, mildewy, spiderweb-like adhesive that was stuck all around the bag..  And the rust on the clubs themselves..

Seem safe to guess they just hadn't been used in years; were buried under who knows what in a basement which  -perhaps inspired by a sudden move, or particularly influential episode of hoarders.. Was now being cleaned, decluttered and organized.  I don't know.. I just excel at projecting..

Anyway.. "The timing!".  Here I've been on like,  3 hot dates now, with who I affectionately, sarcastically refer to as husband #3, at the golf range hitting buckets of balls with HIS clubs..

Now..  God being the creative choreographer he is..  " I have my very own!"

I took the bag this very morning to the AM/PM station where they have a supersonic vacuum for 4 quarters..   So, if anyone is keeping track.. My free golf clubs are now $1.

I vacuumed best I could..   Let me just say they did not come out 'looking bran new'.   So I took them to the dry cleaners where they explained the bag would not fit in their machine...   My best bet is the car cleaners where they professionally detail cars..  But that has to wait because I was only like, a football field away (see how naturally sports related things roll of my tongue now..) From the golf range.. So..

Today I paid $7 two times for what amounted to "120!" Balls.

And I'd like very much to tell you that I hit all 120 balls..

I did in fact swing at all 120 balls..

And in conclusion I would like to tell you the same thing I told the man at the register -twice- who gave me change for my $20.  /he was hard of hearing:

"I've never enjoyed sucking at something so much in my whole life."

"IVE... NEVER ENJOYED SUCKING AT SOMETHING SO MUCH IN MY WHOLE LIFE.."

And I couldn't have been there today without you; unknown kind person..







Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The Heart Seen.. While unwrapping product.. By (me!) Sandra, tvgp

Embarrassing moment #79642 for (me!) Sandra, tvgp

K..  I'm going to put you in the same situation I was in.  I'm going to list the names of items I was unpacking..  And you tell me if one stands out as not belonging, k.  Here we go:

Apple corer
Cheese slicer
Garlic chopper
Lemon saver
Ceramic peeler
Pasta spoon
Wine server
Screw cap opener

Dear Joyce Meyer.. From (me!) Sandra, tvgp

-been watching you for years...  I am a student of yours for life..  Love you, respect you, admire you..  Blah, blah..  Let me cut to the chase:

Today you spoke/taught again about ..  Staying somewhere even when you don't like it..  How, sometimes you are suppose to stay and stick it out even when you are very tempted to leave..

How, even if you are pulling out your hair.. Thinking "I can't take this anymore!".  And wanting to run...

You should stay.  God may be using that person or situation to grow you..

I get it.

But I am very curious STILL..   When you found yourself in a preschool classroom.. Working with toddlers..  You said " I lasted three days"

And then you ran.

You describe yourself as 'not anointed' for that position.

What criteria are you using when deciding when to flee.. When to stay and work it out?

I will take my answer off the air.  Yes.  If you could leave it in comments..  "Thank you!"

In Jesus name, amen.

Learning how and when to lie. By (me!) Sandra, tvgp

Honest to a fault.  -it fits me.  I've mentioned before.. My honesty is not born from morality or righteousness.  It is because I do not have, have not properly developed, what I consider a very important life skill.

I am not however 100% honest.. Its just that necessary lies, that come quickly, easily, and naturally to others..

They come to me very slowly, painfully, awkward..

I thought of this again when a customer came into the store.. A beautiful young woman who by appearance and behavior, I knew had down syndrome..  Or something on the spectrum thereof..

Entirely delightful to talk to, but I realized quickly she had absolutely no understanding about the value of money..

(Mine I would describe as limited).

She purchased an item which cost under $10, but when handing me a $20 bill, was not sure whether that was enough to cover the cost.

I let her know it was..  And provided her correct change.   She took my picture.. And I shared with her some of my found heart photographs..  

Anyway..  The way life is..   Even if you don't know something, you are not supposed to let people know.. That you don't know..

-write.

How easily someone could take advantage of that situation!

"No..  1 $20 bill won't cover it..   You'll need three of those.."

And she would never know.

She has to depend on the honesty and good nature of others; period.

Me too.   (See my green mile cable man story).

Maybe not to the same degree.. But to some degree for sure.

Because I realize this is true..  I've learned to ask a lot of questions and double check with people I know and love and trust..

"Is this one of those areas where its common for people to lie?"

And when the answer is yes..   Lie I do.   But I am terrible at it!

And the very word..  'Honest' can trigger a million memories in my own life..

The essense of them all the same formula:

"Sandra..  Why did you say that? (Or write that..  Or share that..)?!"

(Me!):  "because that's what happen.."

Them: "don't you know you're not supposed to share that even if..."

And mainly the reason not to share something true is because I can get taken advantage of..  to spare myself harm or embarrassment..

So even though by first appearance or behavior you might not peg me as having down syndrome

I function in life much the same way.  I have to count on the honesty and good nature of others; period.

Well,  and trust in God.    -he seemed to know we'd all lie at one point or another; or tell the truth when we weren't supposed to..

And didnt he devise the most brilliant plan for dealing with such matters..

Forgiveness.   Love.

What amazing concepts.  Thank you for coming up with those..

In Jesus name, -amen.

The Heart Seen.. In our large, hot n' salty, delicious french fries from mcdonalds

Pairs well with their 'I'm lovin' it' marketing campaign.

Absence of pretense. By (me!) Sandra, tvgp

I was telling my daughter about a lovely couple who came into the store. They were visiting from Palo alto..  -  I'm going to skip large parts of our conversation to jump here:  back in conversation with my daughter

"I told them maybe you might end up at Stanford..  -and they both go there now..  And I'm mad at myself for not asking what they were studying..  But they seemed to really like Stanford..  And then mentioned 'a bit of pretense on campus.. But it could be overcome'

My daughter asked what that meant..  Pretense.

I explained it as a euphemism for snob..  Superiority complex..  -people who think they're better than..

And then we talked about a variety of other things.. But!  I've been thinking about that ever sense..

I'm always working behind the scenes figuring out what it means to be a fully evolved human being.   I have already concluded such a person would be a humanitarian..

But the other thing I am quite, very, certain about:

A fully evolved human being would not be pretentious. 

A fully evolved human being would not suffer from either inferior or superior complexes; relative to anyone else of any status or education or income.

A fully evolved human being recognizes each human being on the  planet has the same intrinsic value as.. A human being.  None of us created ourselves.. We were created with a unique combination of strengths and weaknesses and are born for and from love.

I know

That a fully evolved human being would be humble; not pretentious.

Most people know this intuitively

But I wonder...

Could it be proven in a court of law? Scientifically?