“Pressure Is A Privilege“

This idea, timeless. Let’s remember, often times it is so. The pressure we feel is from the circumstance we’ve put ourselves, the opportunity to benefit, to shine.

And so this particular pressure is a privilege. Let us rise to the occasion. Let us rise each day and give it our best. The moment asks nothing less; and perhaps we have nothing less to give.

Let it be so.

Kids Do The Darndest Things

Freestyle flow, how does it go? Got kids, don’t ya know…

They’re so dialed in, some of the time, paying attention most all of the time.

Early morning up, blanket in the hall, that started this rant,

A couple more coming, to round out the chant.

“Dad I got no where to keep this stuff. How about your room, is that ok, you like the lava lamp, right? And this chair doesn’t fit in my room, but I really like it, how about you keep it?”

[End the rhythm, ain’t got the time. 🙂 ]

Particular habits and patterns and frustrations, all part of growing up, becoming an adult human. How to adjust and modify and focus your interests and energies, all good stuff.

Maybe that’s one of the best parts of being a parent: the simple, sustained intimacy of witnessing and helping your kids grow up.

It’s the darndest thing. Like that blanket in the hall.

Mom

Today’s her day, what to say? She poured herself out in a particular way.

Salt of the earth, that’s part of her core, foundation of family right down to the core.

She gave herself to us until we were grown, then shifted to pour herself into other work, ever caring for others.

She and Abe Lincoln share the day, what traits might they share along the way?

Patient, straight-forward, committed to right, believing and living that path as best she could; until she couldn’t in the same way.

Not cut down by bullet, ‘twas’ a stroke instead, the bullet a clot, into her head. And so struck down, but not out, she’s lived a third of her life a survivor; a stroke survivor; struggling to move and speak, but no shortage of love and belief in what’s right.

Would that I could be as stalwart as she, would that I could be as certain, and let that manifest as love for my children, as she has for us.

Still showing us the way somehow; still showing us enthusiasm, contentment when together, a simple belief in together, family first and together.

Happy Birthday, Mom.

Lyrics Post: “Beast of Burden”

“Beast Of Burden”, The Rolling Stones. Not much needs to be said.

Same old magic. The riff, the lyric, the feel…all I want…

“I’ll never be your beast of burden

My back is broad, but it’s a-hurting

All I want, for you to make love to me

I’ll never be your beast of burden

I’ve walked for miles, my feet are hurting

All I want is for you to make love to me

Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I’m not too blind to see

I’ll never be your beast of burden

So let’s go home and draw the curtains

Music on the radio

Come on, baby, make sweet love to me

Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I’m not too blind to see

Oh, little sister

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girls

You’re a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Come on, baby, please, please, please

I’ll tell you, you can put me out on the street

Put me out with no shoes on my feet

But put me out, put me out

Put me out of misery, yeah

All your sickness, I can suck it up

Throw it all at me, I can shrug it off

There’s one thing, baby, I don’t understand

You keep on telling me I ain’t your kind of man

Ain’t I rough enough? Ooh, honey

Ain’t I tough enough?

Ain’t I rich enough? In love enough?

Ooh, please

I’ll never be your beast of burden

I’ll never be your beast of burden

Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be

I’ll never be your beast of burden

I’ve walked for miles, my feet are hurting

All I want is you to make love to me, yeah

I don’t need no beast of burden

I need no fussing, I need no nursing

Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never”

Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards

Lyrics Post: “Volcano”

Way back when, another one turned me upside down with glee, a little ditty by Jimmy Buffett.

And maybe my favorite memory of this song is dancing and singing to it with my mom at cousin’s wedding decades ago, the joy still easily remembered.

So FUN.

Volcano”

Now, I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me say it now,
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow.

Ground, she movin’ under me.
Tidal waves out on the sea.
Sulphur smoke up in the sky.
Pretty soon we learn to fly

[Chorus:]
Let me hear you, now
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me hear you now.
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow.

My girl quickly say to me,
“Mon you better watch your feet.”
Lava come down soft and hot.
“You better lava me now or lava me not.

[Chorus]

No time to count what I’m worth,
cause I just left the planet Earth.
Where I go I hope there’s rum.
Not to worry mon soon come.

[Chorus]

But I don’t want to land in New York City,
I don’t want to land in Mexico.
I don’t want to land on no Three Mile Island;
I don’t want to see my skin a-glow.

Don’t want to land in Comanche Sky Park,
or in Nashville, Tennessee.
I don’t want to land in no San Juan airport or
the Yukon Territory.

Don’t want to land no San Diego.
Don’t want to land in no Buzzards Bay.
I don’t want to land on no Ayatolla.
I got nothin’ more to say.

[Chorus]

Writer(s): J. Buffett, K. Sykes, H. Dailey

Write Anywhere

As I continue my writing work, striving to capture the daily voice, a few things come to mind.

I write to share what comes to mind, to share, to inspire. That’s my mission.

I’m grateful for the means to scribble down and publish whenever it comes to mind, to capture the muse in the moment.

Sitting on the stool in the kitchen, in the car in the parking lot, on the couch, in the rocking chair, just about anywhere.

Inspiration really is like a good attitude – it’s a choice. How? Quite simply, be open, choose to be inspired, to find the spark, the good, in the moment. That’s the foundation; it’s there for you, for the taking.

Write anywhere, be inspired everywhere.

Hmm, yeah, I think I’ll write tomorrow; like I just did.

More Props

I just heard a piece on the radio about the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and the diversity of their coaching leadership. It’s expanded my appreciation for the team and my attitude about that team, Tom Brady joining the team, and their victory in Super Bowl LV.

Listening to Rod Graves, executive Director of the Fred’s Pollard foundation, it all comes quickly into focus. Lots of good from the Tampa Bay organization, their approach, their leadership, their victory.

Some of the insight came from this piece:

“The Tampa Bay Buccaneers And Diversity In The Upper Ranks Of An NFL Franchise”

And here, the proof in the staff:

https://www.buccaneers.com/team/coaches-roster/

Then more insight from Rod Graves, ED of the Pollard Foundation, and about them, here:

https://www.fritzpollard.org/fritz-pollard

Bottom line?

More props, more GOOD. Let the colors wash together, let the very best rise to the top.

Lyrics Post: “Moves Like Jagger”

Didn’t know Maroon 5 wrote this one; knew it was catchy.

Then my eight year old son started shaking it to the beat, and I was all IN.

Moves like Jagger, shake it all night….GOOD.

“Moves Like Jagger”

(feat. Christina Aguilera)

[Adam Levine:]

Oh…

Oh!

Just shoot for the stars

If it feels right

And aim for my heart

If you feel like

And take me away and make it OK

I swear I’ll behave

You wanted control

So we waited

I put on a show

Now I make it

You say I’m a kid

My ego is big

I don’t give a shit

And it goes like this (Uh)

Take me by the tongue

And I’ll know you

Kiss me ’til you’re drunk

And I’ll show you

All the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I don’t need to try to control you

Look into my eyes and I’ll own you

With them moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

Maybe it’s hard

When you feel like you’re broken and scarred

Nothing feels right

But when you’re with me

I’ll make you believe

That I’ve got the key

Oh

So get in the car

We can ride it

Wherever you want

Get inside it

And you want to steer

But I’m shifting gears

I’ll take it from here (Oh! Yeah yeah!)

And it goes like this (Uh)

Take me by the tongue

And I’ll know you (Uh)

Kiss me ’til you’re drunk

And I’ll show you

All the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I don’t need to try to control you (Oh, yeah)

Look into my eyes and I’ll own you

With them moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger (Yeah yeah)

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

[Christina Aguilera:]

You wanna know how to make me smile

Take control, own me just for the night

And if I share my secret

You’re gonna have to keep it

Nobody else can see this

So watch and learn

I won’t show you twice

Head to toe, oooh baby rub me right

But if I share my secret

You’re gonna have to keep it

Nobody else can see this (Ay! Ay! Ay! Aaay!)

[Adam Levine:]

And it goes like this (Uh)

Take me by the tongue

And I’ll know you (Take me by the tongue)

Kiss me ’til you’re drunk

And I’ll show you (Yeah yeah yeah!)

All the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

(Oh, yeah)

I don’t need to try to control you

Look into my eyes and I’ll own you

With them moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

Writer(s): Levine Adam Noah, Levin Benjamin Joseph

It’s All About Connections

I might have guessed this was true. Then I heard this interview with journalist Amanda Mull, from The Atlantic, who’s documented the effects of this Pandemic Time on the social fabric of our lives. Weak Ties. They matter.

Beyond our “main” connections and core, closest family and friends, it’s the people maybe one or two rings outside that add considerable quality of life and varied experience.

It’s the random, social connections and temporary intimacies that add much depth and breadth to our human experience. And much of this has been thwarted by the pandemic.

Let’s not let it have the last word. Let’s reconnect, people, RECONNECT! Let’s add those “weak ties” back into our day-to-day.

What awaits? As Amanda Hull put it, “a sense of grounding, of community, belonging to the bigger world outside of our selves”, that’s what is on the other side.

And here’s the piece if you’d like to hear it. Quite worth while for sure.

one.npr.org/i/962946851:962946852