The Ten Percent

"Now there is great gain in godliness with contentment." 1 Timothy 6:6

Oh I feel like a naughty sexually oppressed soccer mom...letting the hot coffee slide down my throat as I watch the boys from the FDNY unleash the building pressure of the gushing hydrant below my window...

They sure do grow them hearty in the Northeast.

I'm obviously smack dab in the middle of my ovulation cycle.

And my more than willing husband is at work.

What's a girl to do?

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Plum thrilled there is a Pulitzer Prize winning playwright out there handling mental illnesses with harmony. Our struggle to handle the pain and the inner conflict to maintain a solid image just doesn't get the critical acclaim it warrants.

It's all a load of nonsense anyway, wrapped up in a perfect package with unraveling threads; Where people hide their grief, insecurities, and measuring stick behind a pleasant facade while inside they're kicking and screaming to hold the glue together for one more day.

I'd rather let it all hang out.

Like moaning with a friend, reflecting on our burning childhood desires, still unfulfilled in our 30's over creamy piles of Alfredo.

Something about reading each others purple stained lips of despair gives meaning to the rat on a fast track in a locked cage life we find ourselves living the second week of October.

Is Kerouac correct...will we wake up from this exhausting exotic dream?

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"The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something." Randy Pausch

My head hurts.

Thinking I should rework my news reel with my best Crystal Carrington segment and Papa Don't Preach out takes.

Thresholds have different girths.

Tolerance levels have extreme depths.

So why question my relentless chase for contentment?

Next to Normal

"Use your edge".

This coming from a therapist in college when asked what she thought about anti-depressants.

And this...for all you escape artists who think meds are the answer.

"There was a time when I flew higher,
Was a time the wild girl running free would be me
Now I see her, feel the fire
Now I know she needs me there to share
I'm nowhere

All these blank and tranquil years
Seems they've dried up all my tears
And while she runs free and fast
Seems my wild days are past

But I miss the mountains
I miss the dizzy heights
All the manic magic days
And the dark depressing nights
I miss the mountains
I miss the highs and lows
All the climbing, all the falling
All the while the wild wind blows
Stinging you with snow
And soaking you with rain
I miss the mountains
I miss the pain

Mountains make you crazy
Here it's safe and sound
My mind is somewhere hazy
My feet are on the ground
Everything is balanced here
And on an even keel
Everything is perfect
Nothing's real
Nothing's real

And I miss the mountains
I miss lowly climb
Wandering through the wilderness
And spending all my time
Where the air is clear and cuts you like a knife
I miss the mountains

I miss my life.....

Broadway blowing my relatable mind once again.

High Noon...

"What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun." Ecclesiastes 1:9

A new voice is being heard in American today.

It is a voice that has been silent too long.

It is a voice of people who have not taken to the streets before.

These forgotten Americans finally have become angry.

They have not really found a voice in American politics but they are indeed angry.

And have reason to be.

How is the great mass of white working people to regain a sense of positive advantage from the operation of American Government, and retain a steady loyalty to the processes of American society, at a time when those above and below them in the social hierarchy seem simultaneously to be robbing the system blind and contemptuously dismissing all its rules...

May 17, 1969

Letter to President Richard Nixon

From Daniel Patrick Moynihan

Sound Familiar?

Rains and Pours

"We are therefore Christ's ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ's behalf: Be reconciled to God." 2 Corinthians 5:20

Today I sat on the 35th floor on Lexington Avenue overlooking the dreary East River as autumn continued its damp entrance and A Legal Mind (another cop show) made its slow go at four long scenes.

A supermodel to my right reading Joyce Meyer and a theater major quoting Billy Graham to my left; me in the middle eating my words regarding the lack of Christians in Manhattan.

Tonight, I found my personal psychoanalysis, marriage therapy, and spiritual renewal at my Tuesday night Bible Study in East Village.

Questioning myself....why did I wait so long?

Oh the joy of bringing Glory to God by telling others how He's moved in my life.

Hallelujah to the King of Kings and being bolstered by other believers.

Who knew I would write 600 posts?

Season Ender

Chinatown Fung Wah bus to Boston...$15

Pre-Game Hair of the Dog...$8

Getting to see the Sox put a beat down in their Cathedral...priceless.

I love NY but I will NEVER love its Yankees.

Concrete Jungle

"And God said, "Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the expanse of the sky." Genesis 1:20

Scientists are making the claim that New York is a new ecological spot, breaming with rich and diverse nature.

My beautiful red-tailed girlfriend overlooking the spinning DJ at Tompkins Square Park agrees.

Do you really think WE can destroy His creation?

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