Feel The Rain On Your Skin

January 5th, 2008

I love the lyrics to Natasha Bedingfield’s song “Feel The Rain On Your Skin.” I first heard it as the theme song to the television show “So You Think You Can Dance” last season. It is the kind of song that really wants to make you jump up and experience life. Here are the lyrics:

I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can’t live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah, yeah

I just love how this song encourages you to open your mind to the paths you have in life, insert some courage and just go for it. It’s something I’m thinking about a great deal these days. The beginning of a new year tends to get the mind spinning about the future. Perhaps yesterday’s blog about “Crossing the Line” already tipped you off to that.

Hurting Themselves

January 5th, 2008

It seems to me strikers harm themselves more than anyone else. So the writers are putting their foot down and saying they will not contribute to the Golden Globe Awards Show. They have also garnered support from nominated actors who are vowing not to attend the event in support of the striking writers. This may sound harsh, but who else is left to even care if the Globes happen or not? I can’t even remember the last time I watched an awards show or heard of anyone else I know watching one. I suspect the television audience for the Globes is already lean. Should the show not air this year, it could result in the remaining audience discovering they can do without just fine.

I’m not writing this post to say I don’t support the writers’ push to have a fair cut of DVD sales and the like. Writers are the backbone of all that entertains us and deserve compensation whenever their work is used. That said, I think striking and grinding in one’s heels often leaves those trying to make a point at a disadvantage.

Crossing the Line

January 3rd, 2008

Oh dear. I think I am starting to cross the invisible line of life. You know the one. The one that determines whether you are looking forward to or back on events of your life. There is a point in your life when all you care to do is look forward. You enjoy wondering what you will be when you grow up. You wonder who you will marry. When you find your mate, you dream of your wedding. Once the wedding is over you think of future children. When you are pregnant you imagine what your baby will be like. Once the wedding is over and the kids are here, there isn’t as much we are groomed to look forward to other than retirement. Retirement is close enough to the final chapter of our life that it isn’t as much fun to dream about as the earlier milestones.

I am catching myself reliving the past more than I am daydreaming about my future. To be fair, you’d think looking to the past would slow life down a bit. It’s not like I’m a starry-eyed twenty something wishing my life away in anticipation of what is to come. The more I look back, the faster life seems to go. The more I wished for my future in my youth, the more the future dragged its heels to get here. I think this phenomena is the reason life seems to go faster and faster as I age. I need to learn from the cliche’ “a watched pot never boils.” My pot is boiling away because I don’t have my eyes on it anymore. I need to start looking with excitement towards my future again. Perhaps looking forward to what is to come will give me the sense it is taking forever to get here again.

Can’t Stop Thinking About…

January 3rd, 2008

A friend of mine shared the following link with me. http://www.storyofstuff.com/

This is a link to a video essay about the rate of consumption in the United States. I think about the amount of waste I generate often. I pat myself on the back because my husband and I do a pretty good job recycling things. The points in this woman’s discussion made me realize recycling isn’t enough. It is great to try to minimize how much of what goes out our back door ends up in the dump. It is just as crucial, if not more, to minimize how much ‘stuff’ is coming in our front door to begin with. Consumer demand is what is driving the depletion of resources. The few of us who are making an effort to recycle aren’t even close to replacing what is being removed on a daily basis to meet our needs let alone everyone else’s.

The real problem in all of this is the economy of the United States relies heavily on consumption of resources. In fact, conservation tends to send the economy into a tailspin. Over the course of time we have allowed our nation’s financial stability to come at the cost of resource instability. Talk about short sighted. To make matters worse, our citizens are far from being financially stable because the push for consumption has resulted in individuals ‘contributing’ to the economy beyond what their means allow.

Ironically, the state of our resources and finances is not a mystery. Most people realize the availability of our resources is finite and that individuals are spending themselves into massive amounts of debt. You’d think in an election year people would be demanding a candidate come forward with a vision to get us off of this dead end path and back on track. That’s not the case, however. What people continue to look for in a leader for our great nation is a person with solutions for how we can keep consuming at our current rate (if not more) and avoid the consequences of doing so. Our government needs to be for the people and by the people. Therefore, people shouldn’t be forced by their government to be responsible citizens and when resources or finances are over-extended, the government needs to have a plan to bail out those affected. It’s a formula for disaster and none of us are immune from the pending fallout.

Key to Happiness

January 1st, 2008

Is the key to happiness simply not having any expectations?  I’m beginning to wonder.  If you don’t have expectations then anytime people come through for you or events play out successfully it is a pleasant surprise.  Disappointments would be far and few between without expectations.  At least that is my guess.

Seen and not heard…

December 19th, 2007

Remember the old saying “children should be seen and not heard?” Well, I personally don’t subscribe to that way of thinking. I love hearing my daughter’s take on her world. I do, however, believe the saying can and should be updated to suit more modern needs.

CHILDREN’S TOYS SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD!

All of the commercials for toys this year seem to talk and think for your kids. I, for one, would love for Dora to get a mean case of laryngitis. My 19 month old daughter believes most of her toys are ‘broken’. You know what? It doesn’t bother her one bit to play without her toys buzzing and squawking at her. Makes for a happy mommy too.

Sneakers On My Thighs

December 14th, 2007

The cosmetic industry has given me a great idea.  I’ve noticed in recent advertisements they have started adding the things we should be eating in our diet for healthier skin to our make-up.  Now, instead of eating right to look good, we just have to smear what we need on our face.  I’m sure it really works, too.  Like, totally dude.  How great.  That garbage in – garbage out warning we all heard as children has been nullified.  We can eat whatever we want and still look great.

If skin can look great with some simple topical love the same should be true for other parts of my body.  Don’t you think?  Instead of exercising, I’m going to tie sneakers to my thighs to help melt away my remaining baby weight.  This rocks.  Now I have time to watch some more television and type on my computer.  Mmmmm, me thinks I’ll call for a pizza too.

I Wonder

December 11th, 2007

I wonder if Obama is elected as our next President if Oprah will expect him to stock his eventual Presidential Library with Oprah’s book club choices as a gesture of appreciation.

My New Son

November 21st, 2007

David Frank arrived a bit early. He decided November 14th was his day. Good thing. He weighed in at a lofty 8 pounds 13 ounces. Nice and long. 21 inches. My OB wasn’t sure where I hid all of that baby. I knew exactly where I hid him. He was safely tucked in my rib cage through most of this pregnancy!

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Times, They Are A Changing

November 11th, 2007

Well, maybe not times.  Dates are a changing though.  My son, David Frank, was scheduled to join this world via C-Section on Monday the 19th of November.  Due to a scheduling error, the date has been bumped up to Friday, November 16th.  That’s 5 more days folks!