Beauty and the Self Conscious Beast.

 

Imperfection and flaws are beautiful no matter how strange or dysfunctional they may be. We all strive for perfection, but it is an unattainable, elusive dream . OK, unless you are Timothy Olyphant! Hubba, friggin hubba. 

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But I digress….

We all have things we would like to change about ourselves. Learning to accept that we are perfectly imperfect is the key to peace of mind and giving our mirrors a much needed reprieve.  Let’s own our flaws and make them fabulous. Idiosyncrasies should be embraced. How boring life would be without them?

We women especially put so much effort, into our hair, makeup and dress, setting such a high standard by comparing ourselves to others when we should just learn to love ourselves for who we are, flaws and all. Those flaws are what make us uniquely us. Let’s learn to be confident in our insecurities. Our fears do not define our worth, nor naysayers out to cast their stones. Let’s declare our independence from self doubt.  Remember, under all those gorgeous dresses, lovely hats, and winning smile, even Kate Middleton probably has some really quirky qualities about her, like drinking milk straight from the cartoon, or something deranged like that.

 

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Less Fear…More Action.

Society’s greatest ill is apathy and the cost of that indifference is losing touch with our humanity.  It’s not enough to just observe. We have to do more, expect more and be more.  Being submissive is not an option when it comes to economical, social, environmental and political issues. Our voices matter. Our actions count.

Don’t just observe. Get involved.  Don’t just think. Do. Don’t just exist. Live.

 

 Apathy

 

Apathy your momentous

Tune lulls us to sleep.

In our somber slumber

Dreaming dreamless dreams.

 

Solace is found in a mind-

Numbing hypnotic sound.

In our cationic state

There is no hope, no pain.

Only blissful unawareness.

 

In our hibernation

We are safe from-

Addiction,

War,

Famine,

Genocide,

Poverty,

Racism.

They don’t exist

In our drowsy bliss.

 

Silent and unaware

We doze on as the world

Spins Madly on

Raging on

Warring on.

 

We lay lost;

Entranced in the

Sublime banality of

A shadow of leafless,

Fruitless trees.

 

-TMW

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 “The rights of every man are diminished when the rights of one man are threatened.”
John F. Kennedy

 

Do You Know Me?

Do you know me?
The girl behind the glasses..
The girl in the vintage dress
The one who has spent her life
Lost in books and quiet meditation.
Sheltered from a world of hurt.
But still always questioning her worth.
The girl who had lived her life
Behind guarded humor
And a world of dreams
Hiding.
Afraid of ridicule
Harsh critique
Shallow judgments
And illicit schemes
A friend of caution.
Always existing just to please.
Focusing on everyone’s else s need.
Do you know me?
The girl behind the glasses
What lies beneath the surface
Of that woman child called, ME.

-TMW

Goodbye Neverland

 

This is a poem I wrote about the loss of friendship.See below.  At the time, I wasn’t ready to embrace letting go.  It’s funny how we meet certain people and just know they are fated to be in our lives forever, but the universe has different plans. Reflecting back, I now understand that not all friendships are meant to last although every friendship has a purpose.  Friends come into our life for a reason. They offer us just what we need at that particular moment in our lives..They help us grow…that growth could take a week, 6 months or years, but when we have arrived at our spiritual destination it is time to move on, time to let go..Letting go is never easy. It hurts!  But the best thing we can do for ourselves is to keep looking forward and believe that everything is as it’s meant to be.

Letting go means letting go of fear. letting go of guilt, and letting go of blame.. Don’t be afraid to move on. People will always fall away, and hey sometimes they fall back.. However, we have to live in the now, to know that for the time being we’ve learned all we can from them. Don’t grieve for what is lost but rejoice for what was. Friendships are sacred and they reflect who we are. Just as we change so do they. Things don’t happen to us. They happen for us.

If there’s one lesson life has taught me is the only constant in this world are the hands of time and change..Roll with it…

Goodbye Neverland

Sunny days, walking along the beach

Collecting fragile seashells and memories;

That must not to be overlooked or forgotten.

Sitting and basking in the sublime breeze

As the tides rolled in, lulling us with a sense of peace.

We talked about books, politics and philosophy

And we argued about the latest trends;

All the while we reflected on life in all its intricacies,

As we marveled at the crystal blue waters;

Like a marvelous friendship that never seemed to end.

Blanketed by serene winds belonging to no land,

I sat with my lost-boy from Never-Never-land.

The dreamy landscape forever expanding

We were taken away to mystic distant realms afar.

Suddenly the clouds rolled in,

The wind turned cold and the sky dark and gray.

I reached for your hand thinking,

We will run and hide from the rain together; but

You were nowhere to be found.

Left alone with the ominous sounds of waves

Crashing on the shore, I called out for you, but

The thunder cracked the air, silencing my breath away.

Where did you go my friend?

I need you now to guide me home.

Who will help me board up the windows?

I cannot secure the house all tight alone all night.

Was it just an illusion, thinking you would stand with me and fight?

How could you leave me alone battling the storms?

Consumed with pain and fear for our friendship so fragile,

That it could not withstand mere earthly elements.

Just like a storm, we grew together, raining our tears,

Until we ceased to be; just as a storm ends bringing about

The inevitable clear blue skies of fair weather, friend.

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“If I cannot fly, let me sing.”

I added two new songs to SoundCloud. I’m excited to reunited with my dad and put music to these tunes.  I’m hoping he’ll teach me how to play the guitar. We tried it when I was eight, my fingers protested greatly. I’m nothing if not a wus. Now many years later I think they’re ready to reunite with the strings. We shall see.

 

https://soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle-woody

Soul Mates-The Pot, The Kettle, The Pea, the Pod and a Cat.

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 Ah, soul mates the stuff chick flicks and Hallmark cards are made of. But who are these elusive creatures really?  I don’t necessarily equate a soul mate with hearts and flowers or sexual chemistry.  In my opinion, soul mates come in many forms friends, parents, siblings, lovers, chocolate, my cat. 😉

 

  Soul mates come into our lives to teach us something.how to laugh, think, feel, be, love and often how to let go. They enable us to grow emotionally, spiritually, and mentally.

 These relationships are intense, magnetic,  inexplicable, mystical and based on a strong connection.  I can count my soul mates on one hand. But I’m an introvert, and although I love humanity, I’m not often that crazy about people. It takes a lot for me to genuinely bond, but when I do it sticks. I’m grateful for my soul mates and the lessons learned.  They’ve enriched my soul and left indelible impressions on my heart.

 

  Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love describes the soul mate relationship best…

 

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…”

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“Life is a journey, Frannie darling,” Feagan had once told me. “Choose well those with whom you travel.”
As always, I’ve followed Feagan’s counsel.”
Lorraine Heath, Surrender to the Devil

30 Things Every Man Should Know. …at least according to ME

1. You look hot in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. Plaids and flannels too.

2. You look equally adorable in a suit and tie (every girl’s crazy about a sharp dressed man) Add a vest and holy hotness moly.

3. Use tools…don’t be a tool.

4. The clothes hamper exist for a reason. Use it

5. “You look fine” is never the appropriate response.

6. Being protective is sweet. Being possessive is creepy.

7. On the flip side being indifferent is never OK. EVER!

8. asking for directions doesn’t make you less of a man.  

9. Stimulate our minds. It’s the quickest way to our hearts

10.  Stimulate our bodies too. Sometimes we like to be taken (note, not out, more like against a wall, on a desk, in a car) etc.

11. it’s your presence we crave, not presents.

12. Chocolate is always the answer.

13. If you spend more time in front of the mirror than we do. We’re going to have an issue.

14. No skinny jeans. EVER!

15. Any idiot can buy flowers. Try picking them.

16. Brains and brawn are a winning combination.

17. But brawn without brains will only get you so far.

18. Confidence is sexy. Arrogance is a turn off.

19. Humility goes a long way.

20. Our relationship with clothes and shoes are none of your business.

21. A five o’clock shadow is a thing of beauty.  

22. We remember EVERYTHING!

 23. We are worthy of respect. We should never have to demand it.

24.  back your words up with actions.

25. You look cute with your hands on your hip.  Work it gurl.

 26. Love us…love our mothers.

27. Dance with us in the rain, serenade us, recite us poetry, open doors for us.

28. Cologne is a must..Just don’t bathe in it.

29. It’s OK if you don’t understand us.

30.Need us, want us. Love us. Accept us, sheltered us. Believe in us and we’ll respond in kind.

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The Tangled Web-My Journey to the Center of the Internet

My darling friend Jane wrote a web log about her experiences on the internet last week. It is a must read.  You can find it here. 

 

http://jerphila.wordpress.com/

 

Her musings have inspired me to write about my own internet saga.  Let me set the stage for you.  The year was 1999 and I was still very much a baby, at least emotionally. You see, I had always led a cloistered and sheltered life, a relativity happy life. Blessed in many ways. . It’s as if I had stepped right out of an Austen novel However, this was a difficult year for me, the hardest of my life in fact. This was the year I walked straight into a Bronte narrative, Emily’s not Charlotte’s.  I was struggling both emotionally and physically. My situation made me a hot mess of crazy (as oppose to my usual quirky mess of nutty) My emotions were all over the place and the quarter life crisis was in full swing.  Good times, y’all.

 Have I set this up enough? Do you get the picture? Imagine “All About Eve” meets “Brian’s Song”. It was the year of my discontent that I discovered the web and all its mysteries. I was like a kid in a candy store, a very innocent and fragile kid.  The internet opened up a whole new world for me and I met some really interesting characters. One would become a lifelong friend and to this day is like a sister to me. The other came into my life for a season to guide and teach me some valuable lessons about myself and the world at large. Lessons that took awhile to take hold, I’m nothing if not stubborn. This person taught me to be real with myself, to be honest.  They helped me find parts that were lost, they showed me parts I had hidden away, they exposed things I did not wish to look at yet needed to and they encouraged me to believe in myself.  Through their support, I learned to stand on my own two feet and found my voice. I learned I had more courage than I thought and discovered an inner strength I never knew I possessed. I learned to appreciate what I have and to live life to the fullest with no regrets, no excuses and no looking back. They also taught me how to let go of fear, guilt, anger, and the hot mess crazy side of myself. On a trivial note, it was from them that I acquired my love for “The Princess Bride”

 

Both these people were my anchors and life lines. They helped me reconnect with my authentic self and discover new levels and depths to my personality. Of course they had to put up with a lot of drama and angst too.  I will forever be grateful for their support. I will always remember their kindness and how they were a catalyst for major changes in my life. All for the better. 

 

It was also through the internet that I met my friends, Jane, Niles, and Mr. Lovely himself Colin. These relationships have morphed into real life. What a blessing.  I am forever indebted to Jane for always being a sounding board, my soul sister and partner in crime. She makes me laugh and amazes me with her tenacity and spunk. She’s beautiful inside and out and the ying to my yang. Niles is my brother from another mother and my eternal introverted bibliophile buddy. He’s a quiet, gentle soul full of knowledge and kindness. Then there Colin he is my mentor and a myriad of the mystic and profound. It is through him that I have learned so much about humanity.  He inspired me to become an advocate, to do more, expect more and be more. Of course there was also the eccentric and magnetic Dr. Suglia but that’s a blog in and of itself.

 

I suppose with any good, there is always the bad. Sometimes the angels become the demons. I have had my fair share of bad experiences on-line. These have occurred over the last few years. I had a cyber stalker. This person created a fake page and used my name and pictures. They wrote horrible things on it. They also tormented my mother. Nobody messes with my mama. GRR! It was absurd and ridiculous. Thankfully, we had a good friend who was able to help us deal with the situation and put an end to it.

I have also come across a few users who prey on kindness. You know the type of people who have an agenda and seek you out to use and then discard. They suck you into their twisted game of deception all under the guise of friendship. Scamming and scheming is all they know.  These people are masters of deception, wolves in sheep’s clothing.  They appear sweet and unassuming but much like the holly at Christmas they are poison They leave behind only carnage in their wake.   They take hot crazy mess to a whole new and terrifying level.

My Granny always taught me to make sunshine out of rain. In some ways even the negatives are positives because through these experiences I have become more enlightened. I’m not the same gullible, sheltered waif I once was. My eyes are wide open. The girl that longed to see the best in people is still alive in me.  I hope I never lose touch with her, her childlike exuberant sustains me. She’s just older, wiser and more in tune with the ways of the world.

I’ll end my saga by saying the internet is a paradox full of wonder and lackluster. It can be the great equalizer and the great enabler.  I love it tremendously and abhor it whole heartily.  It will never take the place of reading a good book, a walk in the sunshine, a glass of sweet tea, traveling the globe, a warm hug, or spending time with those we love. But, it can be a place to connect, communicate, learn, create advocate and be entertained.

Oh and watch adorable cat videos. Meow!

 

 -The End

Love Lost

Love can be unconditional, pure, lustful, unrequited,, uninhibited, immoral, religious, familial, and lost. These are two poems I wrote about the latter.

Nostalgia enters.
Melancholy takes her cue.
Tantalizing and haunting melodies fill the air.
Sitting transfixed lost in echoes of the past-
Nostalgia is lost in a reminiscent trance.
Clinging to ephemeral dreams
Melancholy’s carnival of variegated colors
Illuminates the stage in her mind
Whilst churning away through the scenery of her mind.
Memories linger…
Revelations of the soul’s misdirection
Unveil a plot left untold.
Remorse…regrets…the awful longing that always comes-
With bittersweet remembrances of
Myths of love promised forever.
The mist-bound dreamer chained to chords of reasons
Recalls an ancient season.
The lights go up the curtain falls
Leaving the audience- to wonder and
Longing for another chance to
Make Love to a one true romance.

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Remember at the station, waiting
on the train, on that sultry summer day?

We stood lost in an embrace, breathing in
each other that way. that awful, terrible,
perfect mad and delicious way that took us
to the shrouded place.

Remember at the station that day, waiting
on the train, as the wind hummed a lovers tune?

She sang of sublime ends, from supple beginnings.
the alluring medley of serenity in a war of rhyme
on the sharp bloody edge of Neverland and Narnia,
the peaceful enchanting interlude of rage & myth.

Remember at the station, that day, as
the train churned closer and we cussed goodbye?

His steam a prelude to our eternal kiss, the sun
soaked, never ending fuel of light, of love, of
heat. Basking and bathing, merged and emerged and submerged, Dancing and swaying in time
with golden chariot and the huntress.

Remember at the station that day, as
the train tugged away, on a endless track?

We gazed as it came — as it came — as it went
through the crossroads. We did not know,
our own separate, distant destinations,. Our own
rail-less wild paths cut into unimagined mountainsides
You to the west, me to the east.

Remember the station that day as
the train, conducted our last kiss?

That gaping wound where our lips met. Where
we learned cruel fate is hot love and all love is
the calamity of un-armored battle. We all go under

wrong or right. Each of us blankets miles and the ground
is nothing but a shifting litter with irascible iridescent hope and hurt-dulled dreams, unfulfilled plans and schemes.

Remember the station that day, waiting
in twilight until we forgot and travelled on, and on

alone, with only prayers of new Twilight to set
in stony slumber with hard solace of old loves loss
then found again.