January 4th, 2008

Fiona and me in the snow

There's a woman in Somalia, a New Year's Hope - Lj Idol Topic 8

There is a woman in Somalia
Scraping for pearls on the roadside
There's a force stronger than nature
Keeps her will alive
This is how she's dying
She's dying to survive
Don't know what she's made of
I would like to be that brave


My shower is my study.

Odd, I know, but I do most of my serious, deep thinking, considering, and reflecting in that heavenly cube. As the New Year's festivities taillights leave us to reveal the very distant starlight of a new one to come, I thought of a resolution or prediction I might make for the coming year.

I'm not much for New Years resolutions. Last year I resolved not to make another New Years resolution, and it's probably the first resolution I 've ever kept for a whole year. It seems, for me, that I make a resolution and follow it for a month or two, but then either break it without ceremony or ignore it when it's becomes inconvenient to follow it.

I'm not a certified psychic. I don't frequent late night talk shows parading my predictions for the possible outcome of the war or the election. I refuse to predict who will be hot or not. So I guess predictions are out too.

As that preciously hot water coursed over me this morning, hungry rivulets devouring up the dirt and oil of the previous day and mesmerizing my mind into inspirational bliss, I realized just how many people both in this country and abroad aren't able to enjoy a long, hot, luxurious shower. I thought of those without running water that must walk miles to gather small amounts of tepid water for their families to drink, amounts that I was using as I sat idly thinking. Most of all, I thought about all that I have, and how grateful I am that I have it.

She cries to the heaven above
There is a stone in my heart
She lives a life she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand-new shoes


I hope that the new year wil bring hope to those who have little or no hope. I hope that I can appreciate the fact that I have "always-on" access to the internet, that I can pick up the phone and call a friend anytime for very little money, that I have a fully stocked refrigerator, that I have money that I can use for the luxury of food. I'm grateful for the education that I have, and that it will afford me access to a good job and a comfortable life.

I hope that I do not take my life for granted. I hope that every day that I'm in the shower, synapses and neurons snapping away merrily worrying about something truly trivial, that I remember the woman in Somalia, the man sleeping under the park bench downtown, the starving veteran who has had so much taken away for such a high price to his country. I hope to remember the single mother, so beaten down she lacks the will to even live much less provide hot meals to her children.

Today, I hope for the hopeless. I hope for those who look up to the same sky that I live under, who are scraping the side of the road for pearls that they know will never come, beautiful pearls of hope formed from minute grains of a dream, a wish, a want, a hope.

There is a woman in Somalia
The sun gives her no mercy
The same sky we lay under
Burns her to the bone
Long as afternoon shadows
It's gonna take her to get home
Each grain carefully wrapped up
Pearls for her little girl

Hallelujah
Hallelujah


Man, I'm lucky. I hope I never forget that, never.


Quotes from the lyrics of Pearls by Angelique Kidjo featuring Josh Groban on the album Djin Djin
Entry written for the The Lj Idol writing contest. If you like it, show your support for it by voting for it and other entries that you like.
Fiona and me in the snow

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Last night, we got Chineese food, and my fortune cookie stated that I should "embrace my feminine side". I might just convince myself t believe in the fortune cookie idea after that. In the past three weeks, I've been hanging with my family and girlfriend (yes, Holly and I made it to Arkansas safely, and we even made it through the week without having any major arguments). I'll write a more detailed description of what exactly happened, bt I think this will have to be a bit of a short entry so I can rest my elbow some. It's still been hurting, and at times,it gets swelled, but I've got a brade now which does a pretty good job of supporting it, so I'm trying to nurse it back to health, especially since I don't currently have a job and can take it easy.

About the femine thing though, when my Grandmas were here, Grandma R was crocheting, Crandma A was knitting, and so was my mom. I learned how to crochet in my freshman year of college from one of the desk workers (I saw her several times throughout my college career even though I idn't live in her dorm). I hadn't crocheted in a while, but decided to bend to peer pressre and try to actually make something. I made one thing (it's a secret still), and that's cool since it's the first thing I've ever made. So I'm working on a blanket now. It's a big project, but it's pretty relaxing to do when listening to the radio or watching news, so I enjoy doing it.

It's definitely quiet here. No crying four and five week old baby Romey (what a neat baby), no Grandmas arguing over who would do what around the house, no one here during the day. I'm waiting for comments to come back on what I have done on my thesis, and I'm waiting to hear from Eastman and any other job opportunities. I'm also writing more for Lj Idol (the writing contest in the last entry), so hopefully that will help take up some of my time. Speaking of, Voting is going on here. Search for mine or any others you like, and enjoy. "Tribes", much like survivor, keep being reshuffled and retooled, and I'm in tribe 2 now. Hoping I'll be able to continue writing for the contest. It's been really fun so far

Well, more of a detailed entry to come soon. Now though, I need some cookies, and perhaps a clementine. Did you know how tasty those things are? I'd never tasted one before, but ... there's a first for everything.