Sunday, December 13, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Its that time of year again. The time of year where all of my perfectionistic expectations go unmet, my self-righteous wishes remain unfulfilled and my incorrigible romanticism with traditions sustains its' non-existent life. Ok, now that I've admitted to my absurd desires, let me attempt to re-forage my character in a way that is ever-so-slightly less narcissistic. All aforementioned yearnings fall in the category of, let's face it, inconceivably selfish motives. I envision the perfect Christmas memories complete with snow falling, carols, candlelight, and while we are at it, a host of angels singing laudably overhead. Yes, ridiculous. Especially when it comes down to the true meaning of the season. Regardless of religious affiliation, I think we all can agree that this time of year has become too much about stuff and too little about things that aren't necessarily tangible but prevalently more profound and meaningful.
I am curious behind peoples traditions and motivations for the holiday season. As our economy hangs by a loose thread, we, as Americans, are being forced to rethink our fiscal 'dedication' to the holidays. More and more I see people drowning in financial subjugation or a sense of responsibility to monetarily challenge the 'Jones'. When will the all-mighty dollar finally lose out to game nights and home made gifts? When we spend our time instead of our money, we retain the money in our bank accounts along with a sense of selfless dedication to something that lasts.
Even after evaluating our choices during this season of love (even better if we dedicated this to the entire year) when do we decide to focus our thoughts, prayers, and money if we so have, onto others? When do humans become our responsibility rather than an inconvenience? I have worn the banner of self involved, over indulged holiday extraordinaire, and I must say, it was not note worthy. The crowded mall. The time spent acrimoniously fighting over a parking spot. The hours lost with our precious family members while we are stressing over credit card statements. This is what we have to show for our consumeristic outlook on Christmas. Maybe it is fortuitous that certain books and articles have been placed in my hands this past month that have reminded me of my place in this chapter of life. I just recently finished Half the Sky by Nickolas Kristof and am continuing to inundate myself with information that not only pulls me out of the ignorance gap, but motivates me to not just sympathize but empathize. Information regarding our beloved compatriots in life, will always trump 'stuff'. I encourage us to look past our glossy ornaments and frosted window panes and into the hells that haunt many areas of our beloved planet. We have the opportunity and presence of mind to bring a real Christmas miracle to the starving, raped, and demoralized. A bit more meaningful than yet another neck tie, huh?
"Worship fully. Spend Less. Give more. Love all" (Wise words brought to you by www.adventconspiracy.org) Let's conspire to live this season in a way that reflects love of people not love of the mundane and ordinary. For material possessions are anything but extraordinary. They come, they fall apart, the go to our dumps. Human beings shouldn't be treated as expendable items. Dedicate the time you have to loving on people. Treating them as the special individuals that they are. Celebrate through the giving of yourself for no other gift will find itself more cherished.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
As past blog posts have indicated, I am in route to finding/discovering/reinventing the creative, passionate side of my life. In an attempt to further myself in the photography world, I begged a few friends to play along and allow me to practice (and learn) a bit about creating couples portraits.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I have two dogs. Sami and Enzo. Both of which defy brilliance, oppose common sense, and disregard all laws of obedience. Sami, my five year old yellow lab, is the counterpart to Marley (of Marley and Me) and Enzo, my border-collie/husky mix, he's, shall we call him, challenged?
My life circulates around these two lovable miscreants thus I am assembling a collection of "Trials and Tails of Sami and Enzo".
Let us begin with Sami.
Sami has been an intrinsic part of my life for the past five years. She, irrefutably, has been my constant and unflagging companion through great joy, extensive heartache, immense laughter, and moments of desperation. Not only has she played part to many major events in my life, she has thus created events of her own. Never will I forget the day she rolled in fresh cow excrement at an open space/dog park and then made me chase her a good few miles to catch her stinky self. Forever will I remember her dragging a roll of sod into my home and then relieving herself on it, as if to say, "If I have to go outside, I will bring the outside in." Always will the sound of my buried cell phone ringing from the yard be embedded in my memories. These are truly only an infinitesimal dose of her many 'Tails' of adventure as my beloved dog, yet, they hardly touch upon the beautiful companionship she has given to me.
When Sami first entered my life, she was a 19 lb bright, white, yellow lab with expressive eyes, cumbersome paws, and an overzealous tail. At the end of month one, she had doubled in size (tail and all) and developed a personality unyielding to conformity and acquiescence. Each month, thereafter, produced the same results. More doubling of the weight, more doubling of the personality and hyperactive tail. Then she reached her final destination. A healthy and sturdy 90lb lab with discernible authority issues; not to mention her penchant for ink pens and socks. Not an inch of my town home escaped without a battle wound inflicted by the incorrigible Srgt. Sami. i.g. corner of fireplace chewed off, hole chewed in the middle of the carpet on the stairs, chewed up kitchen cabinets....do we see a trend here? Wherever she set paw, she left a mark. A rather chewed up, obliterated, slobbered on mark. The chewing has stopped but her life impression will forever remain. She was, and remains to be comically absurd.
As ridiculous and obstinate as she could be, it is all null and void when compared to the loyalty and love she has shown me. A dogs' faithfullness and instinct is comparable to none. Sami always knows. Her inimitable intuitiveness places her in my arms in the most heart aching of times, positions her by my side when loneliness strikes, and establishes her as my shadow for any and all emotions that surface. Her head laid in my lap after three and a half years of incapacitating pregnancy tests. Those damned tests that were an unrelenting reminder of my desire to be a mom but my inability to procreate. Yet, there was Sami. Did she not look to me as a child looks to a mom? Does she not depend on me the way an adolescent depends on a mama's strength and love? She was my baby. She knew it and she knew she could fill that void. And now, as yet another season of pain has entered my life, she has been my ubiquitous comforter through, dare I say the words, my divorce. Even though her sweet little heart aches for her other companion of five years, she none-the-less has remained fixated at my side through deluge after deluge of emotion; unrelenting in her desire to ease my anguish. Benevolence at its greatest.
Through her jocularity and sincerity, Sami has been an affirming being in my life. Her heart is pure. Her intentions,. untainted. And despite the fact that few humans leave drool and fur wherever they go, she takes top bill, for she implicitly loves me. No person possesses such altruistic motives devoid of humans' instinctive narcissism. She has proven to me that there will never be a life force more guileless and virtuous than that of man's best friend.
Thus begins my sappy commentaries on my dogs....