Once Upon a Time…

I found a wonderful blog by Clarissa W. Atkinson. Great posts…. Enjoy!

The Oldest Vocation

In 1955, right out of college, I found one of those jobs in publishing so dear to history and English majors who could afford them. We were paid almost nothing, which was considered OK for girls, at least if they had parents who could give them a winter coat for Christmas and bail them out in an emergency. Health insurance wasn’t necessary in those days, when a visit to the doctor or a prescription for an antibiotic cost very little. If you shared space, you could even rent an apartment in Manhattan; with three roommates, I lived near Second Avenue in the80s. We had a duplex two-bedroom apartment in a funky old house with a lot of charm – and a lot of cockroaches, but who cared? Right above the bathtub on the second floor there was a skylight that offered dirty and difficult access to the roof. We…

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I’m Finnish

I love to read blogs, that can make me laugh.  Here is a post from a blog called, “Storytime with John.”  The writer has a way with words, that will keep you amused.

Storytime with John

I’ve been asked to provide five possible short stories, which display language errors – for a Korean made English language book – I suppose the aim is to point out possible mistakes that could be made, so that English learners don’t have to make them personally! Anyway, I have to get them done by Sunday! Phew, that’s a lot of work! So yeah, rough and ready; here is the 3rd of 5*: 

It’s great teaching younger children English if their language level is advanced – as they possess the same playful imagination you can always expect from kindergarten kids – but they can also express themselves properly through their spoken words too!

I remember with my class last year, we used to have a running joke which I’d orchestrated in order to try and correct some bad grammar they’d picked up from another teacher. You see, any time they had completed their…

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Have you lost your passion? Take one step at a time, to get it back.

Thinking about last nights post,“Dusty Camera, Forgotten Tap Shoes and Lost Paint Set” brought up many questions.  Why do we stop doing the things that we love to do? Is it a slow decline or a sudden stop? When you’re in the middle of doing your painting, writing, acting or singing and feel very passionate about it, could you ever imagining stopping? Well, many people lose their passion, for many reasons.

If you are thinking, about the things that you use to feel passionate about, try taking baby steps, one step at a time. Start with the number one thing, that you used to like to do and do it for 3 minutes, next day 5 minutes, next day 7 minutes, etc. That’s a start, your brain will start a new pattern and look forward to it the next time. Here is a wonderful video from Producer Mateusz M. That may help you think, about your passions and goals.

Dusty camera, forgotten tap shoes and lost paint set

Is there something you use to like to do, but you are not doing anymore?  Maybe it’s painting, photography, sculpting, even hiking or just walking in the park.  I started losing my passion, years ago. I use to love to dance. When I  was two years old, my mother took me to ballet lessons. As I got older, my uncle who was a dance instructor, taught me the twist.

My father’s family, especially my aunt and father have always loved to dance.  When I was growing up, my grandmother lived with us. In the evening, she would pour 1/2 of a glass of red wine and 1/2 water.  Soon she would be dancing to the music, then I, my sister and brother would join in.  It was fun dancing with my grandmother.

She would put her hands up in the air and twirl around, this way and that way.  The music would be loud and we would all be clapping and dancing. As I got older into my early teens, I would go dancing with my aunt.  We would usually go to a fair,  where they would have live music. I remember one night they had a tribute band, that played the Bee Gees music.

Here I was 14 years old, dancing to disco music with my aunt. We were dancing the same dance steps, as in the “Saturday Night Fever” movie.  What a fun night we shared.  As I got a little older, I would sneak out at night to go to dance clubs.  Nothing bad happened to me, but I did learn a lot of dance moves.

I got into break dancing for a while and even was able to moonwalk like Michael Jackson.  After that, I stopped dancing for about 10 years. When I moved to Hollywood, I started to go out dancing again.  I have always wanted to be a dance choreographer. I feel so free on the dance floor, I loved it.  Sometimes, I would go dancing on Friday night and Saturday night.

One year, I went to Sarasota Florida on vacation.  I decided to go to a night club one night, to dance. I start dancing, as I turn around, there are about 5 girls dancing around “Doogie Howser!” Neil Patrick Harris is  dancing, right next to me!  That was a fun night to remember.  While living in Hollywood, I would occasionally, drive into Mexico.

The Mexico border, was about a two-hour drive. Some weekends, I would go with friends to Tijuana Mexico, so we could dance. The main strip had about 30 clubs, across from each other.  We would dance until 4 a.m., then go outside to find a street grill, that was serving bacon wrapped hotdogs. Spending weekends, in Mexico was a lot of fun.

A few years later, I moved to Northern California. As I got settled into my new place, I forgot about dancing. I have not been to a night club for a long time.  It amazes me that something we clearly love, can one day disappear, like it never happened. A wise woman once told me, “if there is something you like to do and you stop doing it, you could be depressed.”

Recently, I have found my love for dancing again. I love Zumba!   I love the dances, the music, everything.   If there is something you use to like to do and haven’t done it in a while, now is the time do it. So, go and find your dusty camera, forgotten tap shoes and lost paint set, it is waiting for you.

Spider has just claimed victory, on my old wooden chest…

I open the rusty latch on the barn door.

The moment I step inside, I feel sick.

I can see the old wooden chest in the corner.

I raise my hands over my head,

making sure I don’t run into a spider’s web

As the light shines through, it produces a new clue.

A web hangs in the corner of the barn.

“Are u scared?  The spider seems to ask.”

Why am I scared when it’s just a thread?

A design of beauty, with a deadly scare.

The closer I get, my heart beats faster,

Just another second, won’t matter.

Felling uneasy, with each step I take,

I get chills down my spine and sweat on my face.

The large web glistens up high over my chest,

I just can’t, I can’t take another step.

The spider has just claimed victory, on my old wooden chest.

Hugs for my sweet Winnie-the-Pooh…

Hugs for me… Hugs for you…

Hugs for my sweet Winnie-the-Pooh.

Scampering over the hills, with Winnie, Roo and Christopher Robin too.

Oh!  What fun we will have on this bright sunny day.

Come on Rabbit, let’s play!

Oh!  Where can Piglet be?  Is that Eeyore by the tree?

I am hiding behind the bush, hoping to be free, from a tag, so no one can see me.

What’s that noise I hear?  Its Owl in the tree!

Oh dear, I whisper, please don’t tell on me.

I run from my spot and go up the hill.

Hair in my eyes, I run into Roo.

Tigger comes bouncing by full of glee.

We must go find Kanga, to have a cup of tea.

Pooh says, “What about honey, instead of tea?”

Here comes Eeyore and Piglet, now I am happy as can be.

This day has been wonderful, with having all my friends to see.

Four and twenty blackbirds looking at me


I lay in bed tired as can be

I look to the window and what do I see

Four and twenty blackbirds looking at me

I must be dreaming, this I possibly can’t see

I open my eyes wide and sure enough they’re looking at me

I get nervous thinking of that bird movie on tv

I don’t mind birds, but just a few

This is obvious too many, what to do

I close my eyes again, to get a wink or two

As I turn over and open one eye

I realize it’s 3am and just a dark sky

No more ice cream before bed

I can’t handle these visions in my head

I got me a sticker…

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my wall, stick it on my doll

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my door, stick it on my drawer

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my book, come and take a look

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my moms car, I better run far…

Sweet Water…

Sweet Water

I open the red box with glee.

I can’t wait, to hang it by my window, in my big oak tree.

As I wait and wait…

A hummingbird notices the new treat.

The water rocks back and forth.

The sun glistens through the bottle.

The hummingbird stops in mid-air.

to take a look around…

Then continues drinking each drop with vigor.

It can’t get enough of the sweet water.

Its wings flap with such vibrant motion,

stopping to look at me in the window.

I wonder, what is it thinking about…

Just as the hummingbird, might wonder, what am I thinking about…

My Hero… <3

Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Six: Hero(ine), Ballad, Epistrophe

My Hero

She’s my comforter, my encourager

She’s my rock, my stylist

She’s my listener, my go-getter

She’s my teacher, my friend

She’s my chauffeur, my sous-chef

She’s my inspiration, my muse

She’s my hero, my mom