Monday, January 13, 2014

Music

I'm a writer. Yet, life has been far too complex for me to put into words. In the past year I've almost lost two loved ones, moved to an amazing island to start my chapter two, found but only admired true love from a distance and lost my mom. I'm not going to write about any of these things. I just can't.

For now, I'll just post the songs that lift me up, bring me down or make me think. Sometimes all we need is music to help us understand or appreciate our feelings... or give us an excuse to laugh, smile or cry. I'm not a real blogger, but I get music and how it can help, heal, speak when words fall short, or simply entertain. I hope you enjoy my selections.

For you mom:


And this song just is:


Enjoy.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Are You Climbing the Right Mountain?


I'm always intrigued when someone says "Follow your heart," "What does your head say?" Or "Go with your gut." Life is far more complicated than that. To make a decision that impacts your life, your future or the lives of others, I think there must be an understanding between head, heart and gut. No one part of you is going to get 100% of what it wants. Life doesn't operate on a single channel. 

I'm not an expert on life decisions. I've seen some good ones and some doozies. What I do know is we only get to live this life once, so we'd best make it count. Try and fail then try as many times as you can until you reach that harmonious agreement with the channels that make up your being.... Then work to keep the harmony. There is no shame in failure, only in failing to try and do what will make you smile when you reach the end of your life and look back. 

A friend once told me we should get up one more time than we've fallen down. I will add to this quote by saying when life smacks you down it might simply be telling you to climb in a different direction.


-- Post From My iPhone

Thursday, December 6, 2012

A New Christmas Tradition is Born


This evening, Brandon and I carefully unpacked our Christmas ornaments, eager to find 'just the right spot" for each and every treasured piece. There was the glass snowman, painted with broad preschool strokes by a child oblivious to the outside world, his only concern that Santa find him and his family in the only home he'd ever known.

Then there was the star made of popsicle sticks, a treasure created in kindergarten and Brandon's first attempt at blending oil paints. I closed my eyes and recalled the day Brandon pulled it out of his backpack and we ceremoniously placed it on our tree, a tree positioned in front of the same window in the only house Brandon had ever known. Brandon giggled at his amateurish artwork but I smiled. I knew I would hang that ornament on our tree every year until the day I died. 

We continued, unwrapping one treasure at a time, re-telling the story behind each ornament that had come into our lives. If Brandon was too young to remember its origin, I'd tell him. He listened intently to the story behind the glass tennis balls, a gift from Mormor in honor of our Labrador Brandy's obsession with the yellow balls. And of the hand painted botanical globes, painted in art class with care by Nanna. And the beaded candy cane his mommy made in Girl Scouts. After each story, we carefully chose a spot on the tree we’d spent the better part of an afternoon selecting at the tree farm just the day before.

An hour later we both paused and stared at the ornament with the hand painted Labrador and the name MAX underneath it. Our first Christmas without our beloved dog. This Christmas held many firsts for us. “I know just where to put it Mommy,” Brandon whispered. He gently lifted the ornament and hung it on a branch next to a Labrador with angel wings. “Max is our angel dog now, and these two ornaments together means he’s watching over us.”

I squeezed his shoulder and smiled. “It’s perfect.”

As Brandon gathered up the glass icicles and placed them around the tree, I deftly buried the handcrafted ornament depicting a family of three adorned with santa hats in tissue paper back in the box. The ornament no longer had a place in our home.

“I love our tree,” Brandon smiled.

“There’s just one thing left to do,” I said. I scanned our collection of Christmas songs and selected River by Sarah McClachlan. I clasped Brandon’s hands and we danced in front of our tree, our first Christmas dance.  We stared at the tree and swayed to the music. I was grateful my young son didn’t seem to mind that our home was a third the size of the only home he’d ever known. That our tree was half the size of the only Christmas trees he’d ever known. It didn’t matter. We created this new home together and it was built on love. We created this tree together and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, created this new tradition together. A Christmas dance. 

As I tucked Brandon into bed tonight, I envisioned our next Christmas dance. And the one after that. And, many years down the road, that first dance when I had to look up to him because he’d grown taller than me. I can't wait. But for now, I’m content to watch my little boy sleep, and dream of Santa Claus coming to our home. A warm, secure home built on love and new traditions.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

While waiting for a taxi near downtown Seattle, I had the pleasure of meeting a gentleman brushing his teeth with yogurt. I cannot make this stuff up.

*Thinking of giving up dairy now*


-- Post From My iPhone

Location:TMI?

Snowpocalypse

Lovin me some late February snowpocalypse!



-- Post From My iPhone

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Absence

I know, I know... I have been sadly blogless in Seattle as I try to find an identity for my poor, sad blog. I will be launching a Website soon , and plan to roll my blog into it.

In the meantime, please excuse my boringness.

BTW - snowpocalypse is descending upon Seattle and it's glorious!


-- Post From My iPhone

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Words of Wisdom

At CHA community benefit conference. On promoting community health: It makes more sense to build a fence at the top of a cliff than park an ambulance at the bottom.

Now that's food for thought...


-- Post From My iPhone.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Scapegoats?

And now for a very important message on unemployment... note this story comes from here in Issaquah!
http://tinyurl.com/2aw5r7m

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Running in Bear Country


I miss trail running... I was reminded how much this morning when I ran with a friend and we did a couple of small trails. Bear activity has been low this month (I think!) but I was reminded of this sign. Thought it would be fun to share! :-)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Anyone can garden

I am the only person in my family who was not born with the gardening gene. So imagine their surprise when our quest to go organic/unprocessed led to this in our backyard:


We also have 14 potted tomato plants, an eggplant and a few other potted goodies on our patio. Amazingly enough, I haven't killed anything yet!

I love picking fresh salad every night. The hubby isn't totally hip on some of my more creative organic dishes, like this one:



Flat leaf parsley, pepper and quinoa salad.

He'll come around.

I'm looking for new kale and parsley recipes... Any good ones out there?

-- Post From My iPhone

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

On my healthy food bandwagon again...

It really doesn't matter if your kid "looks proportionate" now. This crap will catch up to their health. Childhood obesity rates in America have tripled since 1980. Please pay attention to the food you buy and feed your family!
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32965279/ns/health-diet_and_nutrition/

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Interesting Read. What do you think?

Ephphatha Poetry: "Imagine if the Tea Party Was Black" - Tim Wise

ephphatha-poetry.blogspot.com



Let’s play a game, shall we? The name of the game is called “Imagine.” The way it’s played is simple: we’ll envision recent happenings in the news, but then change them up a bit. Instead of envisioning white people as the main actors in the scenes we’ll conjure - the ones who are driving the action - we’ll envision black folks or other people of color instead. The object of the game is to imagine the public reaction to the events or incidents, if the main actors were of color, rather than white. Whoever gains the most insight into the workings of race in America, at the end of the game, wins.

So let’s begin.

Imagine that hundreds of black protesters were to descend upon Washington DC and Northern Virginia, just a few miles from the Capitol and White House, armed with AK-47s, assorted handguns, and ammunition. And imagine that some of these protesters —the black protesters — spoke of the need for political revolution, and possibly even armed conflict in the event that laws they didn’t like were enforced by the government? Would these protester — these black protesters with guns — be seen as brave defenders of the Second Amendment, or would they be viewed by most whites as a danger to the republic? What if they were Arab-Americans? Because, after all, that’s what happened recently when white gun enthusiasts descended upon the nation’s capital, arms in hand, and verbally announced their readiness to make war on the country’s political leaders if the need arose.

Imagine that white members of Congress, while walking to work, were surrounded by thousands of angry black people, one of whom proceeded to spit on one of those congressmen for not voting the way the black demonstrators desired. Would the protesters be seen as merely patriotic Americans voicing their opinions, or as an angry, potentially violent, and even insurrectionary mob? After all, this is what white Tea Party protesters did recently in Washington.

Imagine that a rap artist were to say, in reference to a white president: “He’s a piece of shit and I told him to suck on my machine gun.” Because that’s what rocker Ted Nugent said recently about President Obama.

Imagine that a prominent mainstream black political commentator had long employed an overt bigot as Executive Director of his organization, and that this bigot regularly participated in black separatist conferences, and once assaulted a white person while calling them by a racial slur. When that prominent black commentator and his sister — who also works for the organization — defended the bigot as a good guy who was misunderstood and “going through a tough time in his life” would anyone accept their excuse-making? Would that commentator still have a place on a mainstream network? Because that’s what happened in the real world, when Pat Buchanan employed as Executive Director of his group, America’s Cause, a blatant racist who did all these things, or at least their white equivalents: attending white separatist conferences and attacking a black woman while calling her the n-word.

Imagine that a black radio host were to suggest that the only way to get promoted in the administration of a white president is by “hating black people,” or that a prominent white person had only endorsed a white presidential candidate as an act of racial bonding, or blamed a white president for a fight on a school bus in which a black kid was jumped by two white kids, or said that he wouldn’t want to kill all conservatives, but rather, would like to leave just enough—“living fossils” as he called them—“so we will never forget what these people stood for.” After all, these are things that Rush Limbaugh has said, about Barack Obama’s administration, Colin Powell’s endorsement of Barack Obama, a fight on a school bus in Belleville, Illinois in which two black kids beat up a white kid, and about liberals, generally.

Imagine that a black pastor, formerly a member of the U.S. military, were to declare, as part of his opposition to a white president’s policies, that he was ready to “suit up, get my gun, go to Washington, and do what they trained me to do.” This is, after all, what Pastor Stan Craig said recently at a Tea Party rally in Greenville, South Carolina.

Imagine a black radio talk show host gleefully predicting a revolution by people of color if the government continues to be dominated by the rich white men who have been “destroying” the country, or if said radio personality were to call Christians or Jews non-humans, or say that when it came to conservatives, the best solution would be to “hang ‘em high.” And what would happen to any congressional representative who praised that commentator for “speaking common sense” and likened his hate talk to “American values?” After all, those are among the things said by radio host and best-selling author Michael Savage, predicting white revolution in the face of multiculturalism, or said by Savage about Muslims and liberals, respectively. And it was Congressman Culbertson, from Texas, who praised Savage in that way, despite his hateful rhetoric.

Imagine a black political commentator suggesting that the only thing the guy who flew his plane into the Austin, Texas IRS building did wrong was not blowing up Fox News instead. This is, after all, what Anne Coulter said about Tim McVeigh, when she noted that his only mistake was not blowing up the New York Times.

Imagine that a popular black liberal website posted comments about the daughter of a white president, calling her “typical redneck trash,” or a “whore” whose mother entertains her by “making monkey sounds.” After all that’s comparable to what conservatives posted about Malia Obama on freerepublic.com last year, when they referred to her as “ghetto trash.”

Imagine that black protesters at a large political rally were walking around with signs calling for the lynching of their congressional enemies. Because that’s what white conservatives did last year, in reference to Democratic party leaders in Congress.

In other words, imagine that even one-third of the anger and vitriol currently being hurled at President Obama, by folks who are almost exclusively white, were being aimed, instead, at a white president, by people of color. How many whites viewing the anger, the hatred, the contempt for that white president would then wax eloquent about free speech, and the glories of democracy? And how many would be calling for further crackdowns on thuggish behavior, and investigations into the radical agendas of those same people of color?

To ask any of these questions is to answer them. Protest is only seen as fundamentally American when those who have long had the luxury of seeing themselves as prototypically American engage in it. When the dangerous and dark “other” does so, however, it isn’t viewed as normal or natural, let alone patriotic. Which is why Rush Limbaugh could say, this past week, that the Tea Parties are the first time since the Civil War that ordinary, common Americans stood up for their rights: a statement that erases the normalcy and “American-ness” of blacks in the civil rights struggle, not to mention women in the fight for suffrage and equality, working people in the fight for better working conditions, and LGBT folks as they struggle to be treated as full and equal human beings.

And this, my friends, is what white privilege is all about. The ability to threaten others, to engage in violent and incendiary rhetoric without consequence, to be viewed as patriotic and normal no matter what you do, and never to be feared and despised as people of color would be, if they tried to get away with half the shit we do, on a daily basis.

Game Over.
Tim Wise is among the most prominent anti-racist writers and activists in the U.S. Wise has spoken in 48 states, on over 400 college campuses, and to community groups around the nation. Wise has provided anti-racism training to teachers nationwide, and has trained physicians and medical industry professionals on how to combat racial inequities in health care. His latest book is called Between Barack and a Hard Place.


-- Post From My iPhone

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Flash Mob Time!

I am still working on the food blog. In the meantime. This is what I have been up to... rehearsals leading up to a day full of Flash Mobs (three to be exact) in and around downtown Seattle. Check it out!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5PyIVVKoWU (the official video)

and

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/flatpages/video/mediacenterbc3.html?bcpid=30884189001&bctid=77259215001 (a video montage of all three)

What a hoot!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Coming Soon - The Sellie Family Food Revolution

No, not turning this completely into a food blog. However, be prepared for some yummy posts coming this way soon. Think farm fresh, non processed, organic... yum!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Daylight - are we really saving?

Here's a little history: http://aa.usno.navy.mil/faq/docs/daylight_time.php

What it means to me: Lost sleep, cranky family, guilt over not doing more while it's still light out.

On the bright side, the clock in my car is FINALLY right. Now, how long will it take me to stop subtracting an hour in my head everytime I look at it?

So confusing... why can't we be more like Arizona or Hawaii?

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Simple Words


It says:


First, I was dying to finish my high school and start college


And then I was dying to finish college and start working


Then I was dying to marry and have children


And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough so I could go back to work


But then I was dying to retire


And now I am dying…


And suddenly I realized


I forgot to live



Please don’t let this happen to you


Appreciate your current situation


And enjoy each day


…old friend



To make money we lose our health,


And then to restore our health we lose our money....


We live as if we are never going to die,


And we die as if we never lived....




Sunday, February 14, 2010

Some Music on Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day to all! Take the time to listen to this guy on Ukele. He's amazing...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puSkP3uym5k

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

I love the Olympics, but...

I love the Olympics, but… I am not looking forward to NBC's SELECTIVE and DELAYED Olympics coverage. The opening ceremony is three hours from my house and it is still three hours delayed. We are so tired of catering to the east coast schedule.

And don’t get me started on those cheesy athlete profiles…

Where or where is CBUT???


-- Post From My iPhone

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Labradors Rock... 'nuff said :-)

I'm quite certain my dogs would do this, if given half the chance :-)

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Who's In Charge?


The world is run by those who show up. Just sayin...