Lisa,
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do.
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do,
So then I took my turn
O,h all the things I’ve done
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
Do you know, you know I love you so
You know I love you so.
Its true. Look how they shine for you.
Look how they shine for you
look how they shine.
look at the stars, look how they shine for you
Well, tomorrow marks the 40th birthday of my little brother, Chris, whom up until 6 months ago didn’t know he even had a sister. And here we are, a few months later, getting a chance to know each other and be family. Sometimes I am amazed at the miracles, but not this is not one of those times. I know exactly who to send the thank you card too.
I wish Christopher peace, kindness, love and health for all the days of his life. In which now, I am lucky to have a front row seat. Crap, I am HONORED to even stand in the back row. This has been a wild, awe-inspiring, life-changing year, filled with unexpected surprises around every corner, and I hope that it just keeps on getting better & better for you, Chris.
Happy Birthday with much love.!!!
P.S. I promise to never miss your birthday again.
And, the biggest long distance hug goes out to the coolest chick on the west coast.Happy Birthday, Heidi Dlubac. Have an amazing day.
I am doing a quick update to say that it is Friday, Nov. 26 and I am in my basement studio working on wrapping up my album. I know this seems like a Facebook status update, but I think it’s important to jot down times and things that make you happy. It’s 1:42 pm and I am happy. Thanks for listening….
I am thinking that maybe Guppies got it right. They have sex constantly, I mean a male guppy can rub up against a female and “bam!”, there it was. She may not have noticed a thing, but he rolled over and is fast asleep. It’s like a handshake. I challenge anyone of the three people who still follow my blog to say they get “too much” sex.
Then there’s the “no real career-but to swim around the tank” thing, which I find quite chill. They are like Geisha’s, only there to look pretty and in return kept safe, fed and clean. Little whores.
But the thing that gets me, the thing that I really think they’ve got a handle on is when they have their babies. See, they pop them put and eat them faster than you can say “It’s a bo….”. Gulp. Ah, that was delicious. And now I know why!
Because Motherhood is hard. Motherhood can make you insane. But, most of all, Motherhood will break your heart every single day for the rest of your life. Because a heart, at least my heart, wasn’t made big enough to hold all the love I feel for this child. The love has started to bleed out to other organs who have stepped up to the plate to pick up the slack. My brain, lungs, stomach, liver and soul have done double shifts and I am exhausted. But every night, I go to sleep with a smile on my face. Because every day is going to be better than the one before. And every day he is going to get closer and closer to the beautiful man I can’t wait to meet. Damn, I can’t wait to meet that guy.
Until then, I will look into renting out a storage pod to hold all the love overflow. Maybe I should get two.
Tonight I met an amazing Mom. The Mother of a beautiful boy with Down Syndrome. A talented photographer, artist and spirit. I feel honored right now to have met her and wish she didn’t live all the way in LA. With that being said, I’d like to tell you the real reason I write tonight.
This Mom and Dad love their son, that’s obvious. But, the lengths that she goes to nurture, teach, learn from and help him discover this life of his is awe inspiring. She writes it all on a beautiful blog, I will attach the address to the end of this post. But, as a parent of a child with special needs, I see in her so much hope, so much courage to go to the absolute ends of the earth to make this amazing and unique child have the happiest life possible. It travels far past sheer love, past devotion and past parenting. She is on a journey of self discovery right along with her son, they are doing it together. And it just proves how much these special children can teach us about ourselves. That if you don’t give up, and you never quit digging, you will find the treasure that awaits you at the bottom of the well. And these children are treasures, perfect gifts handed down to us to fulfill our destiny. Max amazes me everyday, he is excelling in school, socially active and our lives together get better and better every single day. Because, I will NEVER give up. And I will never forget that the same sensitivity and perceptiveness that cause these kids such difficulty also give them EXCEPTIONAL gifts.
“Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” – Rumi
Her name is Catherine. Her blog is http://hang-on-little-tomato.blogspot.com/
Tomorrow I make a trip that will change my entire life. I am going to meet my birth mother, after 41 years we will finally meet. And there isn’t a thought or feeling that exists that isn’t coursing through me at this moment. Panic? Sure, it’s there. Will she like me? Will I like her? Will I see too much of her in me or too little? Will she show me a glimpse of my future that I have been seeking out, or will that glimpse be a disappointment? In the end, what do you say to a woman who sacrificed so much to save my little life. How do I even begin to show her how much that means to me? I am out of words. All that I comprehend now is base emotion, longing, sadness, fear and trepidation.
Tonight, I want to say a prayer to her. A special blessing to the woman who gave me life, who thought so little of her wants and so much of mine that she handed me over without even having the chance to hold me. Not even once. There is bravery in man. But, there is a force that lives in a Mother, a strength and courage that comes in our time of need and helps us to do the right thing for our children. Tonight, I honor you, my “mother”, who brought me into this world and kept me safe. You placed me into the hands of a family that is warm, loving and have embraced me as their own and now they share this moment with me as the circle closes and the mysteries are unveiled. I can’t wait to read my next chapter.
Goodnight to you all.
Today is Oct. 1, the start of a month long campaign to end Bullying. Share this message with everyone you know, we can end these kid’s suffering by bringing to the open what has remained behind closed doors for too long. “Life is very short, and there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friends”.
Here is that message:
http://ellen.warnerbros.com/2010/09/an_important_message_from_ellen_about_bullying_0930.php
Hug a kid today.
Love,
Mindy
Good evening, class. I ask you all to please take your seats and open up to a clean, crisp, fresh page in your notebooks and ready your freshly sharpened #2′s. Because, I am only going to give this lecture once.
Tonight’s lesson is about perfection.
or..
relentless pursuit of;
or the lack of;
or the insistence of;
or the practice and the subsequent failure of;
and finally, the conflict that arises when one wants perfection (and I’m not talking “perfect” perfect, I’m talking about giving yourself that much-needed push to take it to the next level and grow) but the other four want mediocrity. The other four are happy with mediocrity, with stasis with being just okay. And it doesn’t make these four “bad, lazy failure”-types, not by a long shot. These four are talented, creative and pretty fantastic people. The problem is that a member of the aforementioned creative group ( okay..fine..it’s me.) isn’t comfortable with presenting a project that is just “fine”. I hate that word fine. “How are you?” “Oh, I’m FINE”. Do you want to know what I think the hidden message is in that response? It goes like this..
“How are you?”
“Oh, I’m (bored, unchallenged, unmotivated, uninspired, brain-dead and numb from the waist down AND up, chronically and pathetically asleep and unHAPPY” but “fine”. And you?”
Oscar Wilde was once quoted as saying “Perfectionism is a slow, slow death”. But, I am an artist, whether you think my shit is art is your problem. I happen to LOVE my art and I can’t share something I am not proud of. So, when the other four decided that I was too “intense” for them, that didn’t surprise me at all. Not a bit. I wasn’t intense, I was just driven. And, I understand them and what they want from this, I really do. I just have a bigger fire in me that knows that making music is something that keeps me alive. And sane. And happy.
I thank them for allowing me access to their cave and letting me scream like Janis/Axel/Debbie/Iggy one night a week into a dented Shure SM58. But, continuing to sit in that cave would have killed me in the long run. So I have more to thank them for than I first thought.
By the way, I had to get a babysitter for all those rehearsals. If I did the math correctly, at $12/hour, 4 rehearsals (3 hours a piece) …well, it looks like I am out $144.00. You guys can send me a check or cash. I’m flexible.
Rock On! Rally Day! I look forward to the day 10 years from now when I happen by that cave and you are all still there…playing in the band.
Hello Family & Friends. Happy Labor Day weekend to you all. I hope you have many exciting and fascinating things planned, and that there isn’t a minute to spare come Tuesday morning when you all go back to work and school. Max & I will be taking in a pint of Mead and a tournament of Joust tomorrow when we go with friends to the Renaissance Fair. Wish me luck, I have a very low tolerance for make believe historical spectacles like this. But, it will be funny to get Max to call one of the girls “wench” and get it on camera. Good, clean family fun.
So, as most of you know by now I met my brother Chris a few weeks ago and it was fascinating and fun and amazing and I loved it! We just kind of hung out, talked a LOT, spent time with Max and my family (who loved him) and got to know each other. It was like coming home. He is a brilliant PhD, and author, writer, Heavy Metal enthusiast who brought me a piece of his wedding Kilt and taught me the art of Scotch. He’s unique, except that he is so much like me that it’s scary.
Chris is writing a book, titled “Darwinian Dating”, about finding your perfect mate using the laws of evolution, or really more like what men and woman are looking for down to their base human core. He’s got a blog and I want everyone to log in at least once. It’s www.darwiniandating.blogspot.com. The book is ready to be published but the publisher wants to see more hits to the blog, and to his fan page on Facebook. No one deserves this more than him, so help me get those numbers up. Tell your friends, tell your spouse, tell your mailman! Tell anyone who you know that could use a little up-front and honest advice about the opposite sex. Tell that friend of yours who keeps sitting by the phone waiting for that one guy she met at Starbucks 3 weeks ago to call her, or the guy you know from work who asks you out over and over and over. Hell, email every single one of your past romances and tell them that if they are still holding on…Chris can help them cut the cord. I love my brother and I want to see this happen for him. So….GO. NOW! Use the link, join the Darwinian Dating page on Facebook. Make me happy.
Three of my closest friends are in three of the most unhappy marriages I have ever seen. I wonder why they stay, Yes, I think about the “kids” but I also think about three beautiful, intelligent and unique people that I love who are choking in product placement.
I don’t think I was ready the first time to get married. I am not sure I even am now. It’s an invitation to a party I don’t wish to go to. Maybe I never will. Doesn’t mean I can’t love. Doesn’t mean I don’t love.
Mindy Hester
