Dear UnicAllen blog. I am testing sending blog posts from my mobile device. Tee hee hee hee hee!

Be interesting to see how this formats.

-L

Word Search.

You know that moment in the creative process when the first set of pieces fall into place (literally, if you believe all those little ideas are physical manifestations of energy)?  It's like the glorious patterned fall of dominoes, with full whooshing sounds.  It's like choirs singing, in harmony and on key.  It's like being with the trapeze artist as he flies through the air - past being astounded by his abilities, you simply move with him.  It is a curtain opening, a light shining, a jump taken.  On one hand one thinks "Oh my!  That's so awesome! Did I think that? Can I do that?" and on the other hand one thinks "Oh yeah.  I am awesome!"

I want a word for that moment.

-Lila

What do Reunionites need to know about me now?

backstory: I travelled with Up With People from the summer of 1988 thru the summer of 1989.  This year (2013) we celebrated our 25th reunion - though if you think about it, it's really 25 years since we first met, not since we last travelled all together.  Regardless... We are considered Cast D, 1988.  So.  25 years.  Eep.  Needing to put SOMETHING out there, so I wouldn't actually have to try & verbally express the montage that is myself (wry grin), I wrote this.

My hair is cut short.  My boobs are stretched long.

I cry whenever I sing That song

or read that book. Or stand up wrong.

That’s how my feelings air.

I give The Look to the mirror each morning -- 

the one that mothers use as a warning?

‘Cause if it’s not noon, I would rather be snoring

no matter what my mean boss wants.

My humor is highbrow and sometimes sarcastic.

My temper is brittle, my mood swings are spastic.

My sense of adventure is kind of elastic

and retracts in the middle of jaunts.

I’ll believe anything anyone tells me, as long as they think it’s true.

And in the end, be it fun or responsible, I do what I want to do.

I expect miracles.  I hug the foliage.  I think of squirrels as my crew.

I know the endlessness of possibilities; I talk to butterflies too.

A daughter, a sister, a wife, an aunt, 

I live a unique point of view with flair.

I read and I write and I add and subtract.

I’ll tell my opinion, sometimes without tact.

Some days I am wise; sometimes I feel cracked.

So all that has changed, as a matter of fact,

in the twenty five years since my suitcase unpacked

is the length of my breasts and my hair.

And yes, I did get comments on my breasts.

And my hair. - L

Soapbox of Perception - Why me?

“Why me?”

It’s an excellent question.

What unique skills, talents, perception do you have that makes you the perfect person to solve the riddle, answer the question, do the task, write the book, help the person, lead the group, hold the door, make the choice, stand up and step forward and stand out?

What makes you so special? 

Pretty much every breath you’ve taken and every experience you’ve had.

So go ahead.  Look in the mirror.  Think about your challenges, your adventures, your dreams.  And ask yourself, “Why me?”

I would love to know the answers.

-Lila