 I have known my husband for over 44 years and we’ve been married for 38 years as of this past July 3rd. And while I did not write him a love song specifically for our anniversary this year, I recently wrote him a love song as part of my album, All My Parts.
A celebration of this marriage and relationship and partnership and friendship and love affair that I have, within the longevity of my partnership with this man that I call my husband. We had a great anniversary day… We had lunch together. And then we went and got a smog test for my car because well …that’s romantic! And then went on a hike with two of our grandsons on the Pratt Trail. They were mountain goats! And I could barely keep up. All three of them, the grandsons and my husband :) Not a special day in terms of doing something anniversary special, an incredibly special day in terms of sweetness and love and joy I am blessed. Here is the direct link to the song--Gonna Be Alright. And thank you for reading my writing today 🩶  My album is up on Spotify. And Apple Music. And YouTube. And Amazon Music. And Pandora. And a ton of others, too.
Which is very cool. I wrote about the process of this back last year. Here. And early this year, here. About this deep dive Private Songwriters Journey that I did with Isaac and Thorald Koren. A deep dive into my psyche and my spirit, where the mirror reflecting back was honest and the journey was sweet and scary and full of abundance. And I made it. And now I’m here. With a 6-song album out in the world. And a full heart. And a feeling of deep proudness that I stepped in, in a big way. And healed those parts of my soul that sought this journey in the first place. And got messy. And creative. And vulnerable. And brave. And found my voice. And now It’s here. The Album. It’s called All My Parts. You can listen to it on Spotify here. And Apply Music here. And if you have another music source, like Pandora, or YouTube, or others, you can search “All My Parts Elizabeth Rose” and I come up! Below are the lyrics for each song. I just love my lyrics. As a writer, to write lyrics to music is… well... this is pretty fantastic. If you love the album, or just one of the songs resonates with you, feel free to share. The journey continues, and my voice in this world feels powerful and sweet. Thank you for listening to my album. And thank you for reading my writing today. Lyrics-- ALL MY PARTS All my parts, lain down again Don’t make a sound, float like the wind Turn your eyes this way Then heal again, again I don’t talk, lost till the end All told, ever after We’re by my side, we are, all the way Here time comes All right, we say, to me What we see, is deep inside I’m free But what I’m feeling is I am all alone There was then this feeling that I was a ghost Another time. You won’t …see me She doesn’t know any words Talks too loud No sound is heard My body hurts too much, each and every day I shut it down, we turn into gray Soon we go, I believe me We’re all on board, all the way Hear us now, we’re all a part of me Desperate feelings, released and now… we are free Down and out, inside we say Healing me with love It’s working now Say hi We’re walking by Say hi Oooo ~ CARRY ON I sat on a beach last night The birds they flew up high My thoughts were steeped in journey The wind blew softly by Envision every thing I can feel This must be love The ocean waved a rhythm sweet And pulled me from above Oh….I’m Breathing out Floating up Taking flight Oo, I Carry on Soon I’m home, I’m fine Reaching light Life Carries on in time For so long Till I’m gone To love See my poetry I’m holding up the sky I’m stepping off the sand It’s time to say goodbye I know that I will go with ease Moving off this beach I’ve lived every life Now here’s something sweet Oh … I’m Breathing out Floating up Taking flight You’ll Carry on Now I’m home, I’m fine Reaching light Taking flight To love ~ GONNA BE ALRIGHT I love you, you are my partner in life I love you, you are my man We scaled mountains over time And found the sun I see you, you are the food for my soul I know you, you are my friend You dried my salt from tears You danced us gently through these years Oh we’ve traveled far And we have landed here Deep questions asked, and we know The mirror back is clear You are the space for my insanity, the time right now is near We will go Gonna be alright It’s gonna be alright It’s gonna be alright I’m grateful, you kept our future in view I’m joyful, and you are, too Hey hey Hey oh-- We longed for this, so long We wrote this song bird song Song bird Morning light, day’s dawn It’s gonna be a warm day Everything’s bright, and more This our hearts can say We are the strength of our calamity, days go by and show our secrets None of them mattered hardly Baby you’ll see Gonna be alright Gonna gonna be alright So join me now Say lovin’ feel lovin’ be lovin’ Love lovin’ Gonna gonna be alright now Say lovin’ feel lovin’ be lovin’ Love lovin’ And we feel so good now Say lovin’ feel lovin’ be Feel everything is alright lovin’ Love lovin’. … Gonna feel this joy so high Say lovin’ feel lovin’ be lovin’ Love lovin’. ….Thank God for you now Hey love hey love Gonna be alright, gonna be alright I love you, here is my heart that you know I love you, looks like we’re already home ~ A WOMEN’S MARCH Moonlight on our gossamer gowns Pebbles in our pockets, we won’t slow down Winding through the wilding we go Finding something better for, better now And still We remember when We were here Weaving through the woodlands in the old ways Now we can remember this feeling Heaven is the ground we danced, danced on Oh we will come in strength, and keep holding on Wrapped ‘round all our hearts Is this deep knowing that we are the ones And we will Join our hands, run to the river Earth is our medicine of choice Healing is the trees Spirit is creation And deep unity We will Save our souls Forage in the foliage Branches will embrace our arms Wrap ‘round ourselves and we’ll rise here Yeah yeah yeah Sisters, we’ll take time alone right here Pelvic biosphere Psychic truth stones Planting the seeds in our garden This is where we know It’s where we grow And now Communing underground With all the roots and all the fungi And the wild things Here’s where our power is born It’s a lot of good things that remind me, oh remind me And we sing now Join our hands, bathe in the water We are Rebirthing our souls Renewing our vows Trusting…. That we will Save our lives Strength is our numbers Spirit Maiden Mother Crone The magic is done and we’ll rise here Rise here We pray, we feel, we create it We see, we know, it’s our time and we’ll take it And we sing Raise our voice, power in ritual Knowing we’re one with love Life in connection We see, we know, it’s our time And we will Join our hands, run through the river We are Rebirthing our souls Renewing our vows Trusting .. Trusting in this power We’ll save our souls Strength is our numbers Magic is done We Rise ~ LAST DANCE OF THE TWIN FLAMES What’s this around your eyes The same, you know as mine, my own Where are we going This was once what was right for now But we don’t want to bind our love Our souls are growing Once we were home Now strong alone It’s time we let this go Bindings tie Spirits fly It’s time We walk Alone Let’s go We never done leave very well But oh…our hearts have had enough Just like we do This flame was a mile high And even though you’re by my side Oh my, We’re leaving this time We know why We said hello Ancient love There you are Here we are Now let go It’s time And we know We will Go We have known All along We once were Ever bound Hear our song This flame Is gone It’s gone It’s gone This dance This dance It’s done ~ OLD MONEY NEW ENGLAND Old Money, New England Baby Don’t you want to let me come down Everybody thinks you’ll do better Oh but I wanna come round They didn’t see me for you And you didn’t recognize me But everyone’s been pickin’ wrong And lettin’ you down I’m not saying I’ll a’ruin your town But I’m not saying I won’t come round Come down let us do this thing, come round Dance with me on this new ground Look at this sweet thing we’ve found There ain’t no stoppin’ this now You know I think it’s so fine And I know this time your gonna cross your safety line This won’t be simple for you To have this adventure with me Now you gotta choose, who you do want to be Oh …. I’m not burning this whole day down But I’m not saying I won’t come round Come down let us do this thing, come round Dance with me on this new ground Look at this sweet thing we’ve found Come round let us do this thing, come down Dance with me on this new ground Look at this sweet thing …. Say it, want it, do it, all right I’m not changing minds I’m not retracting lines Just want to say….I want to stay I’m now talking true, I wanna be with you I want to stay Don’t you feel this way This is a marriage song For our life led long We’ve got this now, we’ve got …this down let us do this thing, come round Dance with me on this new ground Look at this sweet thing we’ve found Now we’re sayin’ Come down Look at this sweet thing we found Move your body to this sound Gonna wear your ring, come down Now we’re singin’ Now we’re singin’  I’ve written pieces before about the grief that comes with joy. About those moments of such happiness sprinkled with loss that comes with the movement forward in these times of celebration.
The birth of a baby changing us from not-mother to mother now. And then that again when our families grow and we lose the, just this one, to create a clan. The marriage of a child that shifts us into a new role. The taking on of a new career and so the stepping away from what we did before that we did so well. The grief of what was that we leave behind to step into the new that we are forging forward for. Last week, the reverse was true. Last week, I got to swim in the joy that comes with grief. Last week my mom died. And I was blessed to have my middle daughter be my witness in the process of funeral negotiation and family navigation. And I got to sit on her hotel bed with her and her best friend in song and creation and love. And I joined in quiet contemplation with my three children and grounded into their strength and beauty and we deep breathed together. God, they are extraordinary and my heart is so full with my love for them. And all six of my grandchildren were in one place, racing around the best hotel lobby for children ever (both young and adult) to run and play and be together. I sat with my sisters and my dad, near to the near perfect unfinished pine wooden box that held the body of my mom and a pink Spalding while we held her in our hearts. I looked out onto a sea of family and friends and saw my dancer in crime, from I think it was age 12, who ballet-moved with me across a studio and also in the basement bedroom of her home to the Doobie Brother’s Black Water. And my daughter by marriage sang L’Chi Lach, her strong and powerful voice filling the room to be joined by my daughter by birth and then all of us together. And we merged our voices to move my mom along on her journey to a place we do not know. I laughed a ton as I flew thousands of miles with my sister and her husband and her children and my child and then my dad, too. And my daughter and I did handstands at the airport gate because this is what you do before you fly. Two sisters surprised a third at an airport pickup with my cousin as chauffeur. And my daughter and my niece created an arts and crafts collage on a hotel room floor. My California grandchildren played in the snow for the first time. And my Massachusetts grandchildren got to swim in a pool (indoor) in January. My eldest, a son, shared his eldest son’s late-night musings. And I held my youngest daughter’s youngest, who is a daughter. My middle daughter’s partner showed up for literally 24 hours to join in this family celebration of life. And I had such a sweet conversation with my youngest daughter’s husband on our drive back home west, after they flew thousands of miles east, too. And we played musical seats literally in traffic, on the 405 heading north from LAX, so I could take the wheel, because this is what you do when the baby is crying and the mommy is driving. We flew redeyes and drove miles and came together, myself and my children and partners and grandchildren, and sisters and husbands, nieces and nephews, my dad, and my cousins and aunts and uncles, and so many friends from forever. And we ate really good food sitting in shiva and connecting and laughing and loving and celebrating. Because funerals are about connecting and laughing and loving and celebrating and coming together with open hearts as we honored my mom. And my mom loved it. Because she was there. And then it was complete. And then we all went home, across the country to California and Colorado, or up north to Massachusetts or south back to Florida. And now I get to think about my mom. ~ L’Chi Lach Lyrics-- (meaning "go forth for yourself") L'chi lach, to a land that I will show you Leich l'cha, to a place you do not know L'chi lach, on your journey I will bless you And (you shall be a blessing) l'chi lach And (you shall be a blessing) l'chi lach And (you shall be a blessing) l'chi lach L'chi lach, and I shall make your name great Leich l'cha, and all shall praise your name L'chi lach, to the place that I will show you l'chi lach (L'sim-chat cha-yim) l'chi lach (L'sim-chat cha-yim) l'chi lach (Meaning and Interpretation: In the Hebrew, L'Chi Lach means "go forth for yourself," a divine call for journey and self-discovery. A moving beyond current limitations and a journey into the unknown, trusting that one is blessed and guided.)  So this Monday morning writing thing I do, I haven’t done since June.
Because I’ve been writing songs—that I mentioned back in June when I wrote my last writing here, to write songs there. I’m writing songs. And now I am singing them. And this is what is so cool. I am writing these songs as part of this growth thing. This growth thing where I get to delve deep into the muck of where the not safe parts of sound live so that I can rummage around and then dig in and pull the sound out when I sing. In a booth. Like a sound booth! I fucking love it here. I wasn’t sure I would. This is all new. So who knew? You know. Anyway, I love being in this booth with the headphones on so I can hear myself sing as I sing and hear the music that I sing to. Both. At the same time. And be in this space that is safe. And Warm. I love that it’s warm. And I’m in here and singing my songs. Like my songs. Like MY SONGS! I didn’t write, like the music to these songs. I shared my love for certain songs and these two song angels, they create these melodies to match my music cosmology and then I get to improvise and melody modify, but only sometimes. Mostly my voice modulations match their melody creations. And I am in this booth and I sing. And this is fucking awesome. I am saying fuck a lot. It makes me happy. So, I feel called to write today. It’s been a long time. And I feel called today to write a not-song and instead just share that I am still here. Still writing. Songs now. And wanting to share with you that I miss sharing with you. And excited to share with you when all my songs are done being sung and are out in the world in album form. Six of them. Maybe seven. A bonus track. Thank you for reading my writing today.  I am on a journey of sound.
I mentioned this a while back, back in December when I mentioned that I was in the Anima, Ritual Theater of the Feminine Underground performance and thought I was in my daughter’s dance piece when actually it was a sound piece and I don’t make sound. Well I do, but there are moments where sound isn’t safe and my voice isn’t clear. And right around this same time that this whole Anima thing was unfolding I was invited to attend a workshop put on by a friend in town. And the portion I attended was the Brother’s Koren, two amazing and light-generating and beautiful souls who create music and offer a workshop process immersion program into making music and writing lyrics and creating song which is really a camouflage for growth and healing and delving into the shadows where, for me, this sound sits in silence. And I signed up. I’ve been in this now for four months, with four or five more months to go, that ends with recording one to three to five (it might be six because I don’t like odd numbers) songs. I am writing an album. Holy fuck. I’m in the lyrics portion now. This flows for me. Poetry to music. I used to write poetry all the time. Like that was more my thing than the prose and thought reflections that is this blog writing process that I have here now. I wrote poetry since I was pretty little. I remember writing something when my grandpa died. I believe I was in 6th grade. He was my mom’s dad and he died and I wrote something that I knew at the time wasn’t great. Even thinking about it, I feel a little embarrassed. I knew it wasn’t great because I didn’t really feel anything and felt this pressure that I was supposed to. And so, I wrote this poem that started “He was my grandpa, I loved him so. I loved him more than the mountains…”. This is 52 years ago and I still remember these first lines and still feel uncomfortable because they weren’t true. I mean, well I loved him. In the way that I loved all my grandparents at the time. Not a mindful way where words come out because they can’t be contained. And so writing this piece, I just didn’t feel the words that I put out there on paper. I remember we got to the place where the service was and my dad’s dad was there and my older sister, she who really knew she loved this grandfather that had died, she ran to the other one. My dad’s dad. And so I did, too. Because what else was I supposed to do. And I wrote the poem. That wasn’t true in that true way. But after that, most of my poems were true. And over the years became honest capturings of what I was feeling as true in those moments. I also wrote a ton of stream of conscious type poems for my husband over the years. He loved (loves) them. I don’t do this anymore. Except… One of my songs that I am writing for my Songwriter’s Journey is called “Old Money, New England.” This one is for him 🤍 That’s it for now. Stay tuned. Music is coming.  I have of a ton of different things to write about today. A song journey I am on to find my voice and sing aloud. Another Anima show I am in where nature and humanness combine in harmony. The work I’m doing that has migrated from Executive Coaching to Somatic Practitioning and back again. That it’s warm again now and I can feel the heat on the soles of my feet when I stand on our deck. That I can feel the soles of my feet because I am caring for my back. That I love my children and their children and their partners. And my husband. And my dogs. Always my dogs.
I was thinking about all this and then a short video popped up on my Instagram feed which I visit to see what my kids have posted as I only follow my kids. So I only follow my kids. I used to follow a ton of people and the input was too great for my nervous system to handle. So I now only follow these few humans. And videos pop up because if they like snow and snowboarding, I get snow and snowboarding videos. Nervous system regulation information videos regularly appear. Movement and art, yup. Musical Theater, yup got that too. I’ve got me some Legos most recently. And quiet sound tones that supplement massage. Oh, and cat videos. A ton show up. And dogs. And often these inspirational nuggets that land in the moment. This is one of these. This short video popped up and I was like, oh, I have to share about this today, too. Let’s do this first. And then just the bit about the Anima show. And that’s it. Just these two. And let’s do this first. I am quoting Matthew Hussey, as these are his words. I have expanded on these a bit-- Ok, go! Imagine at the beginning of your life you were given a human and you were told you have one job for the rest of your life. You have to take care of this. That we are our soul settled into this body to journey down this human experience. And our job is to take care of this living and breathing and complicated vessel we are in. Most of us have not realized that this is our job. We finish being parented and we go out into the world, and we start looking for someone else to show up for us. To care for us. But we are our human. The only person who is truly here to take care of our self is ourselves. We are in our own custody and when we wake up in the morning, what if our first thought was, “what should I do today to take care of my human.” Our job is to take care of our self. We are our human. So cool, right! Ok, Anima, Ritual Theater of the Feminine. We did a performance back in February. Well, I did. They, as in Anima, they have been doing ritual theater for many more years before this and just this past February I participated in my first foray into this ritual modality. And now I am participating in another. We are holding a ritual theater experience on May 16 & 17 (with a preview on May 15) entitled Biofilia, The Nature Within, in Santa Barbara, at the Art & Soul Gallery, (1323 State Street, SB) We’ve been in the ritual for weeks now as the ritual starts with the intention of the ritual. And then, at the end we get to invite you all into this container, too. And for weeks now we have been in this ritual together and just a few weeks ago we went to the Douglas Preserve, to capture the art of our bodies in nature. First in a spiral amid the grass, and then in this tree pictured here—bodies on branches. We captured the art of our selves interspersed in nature as this ritual theater experience we are creating is the process of examining our relationship to this earth. To Mother Nature. To each of us and how we show up in the continuum of life and death and rebirth and the integration of all that we are with all that the earth has to offer us. This is what this Anima Ritual Theater performance is about. And more. There is more. If you live in or near enough to Santa Barbara, I invite you to enter this ritual with us. 🤎  This is a bit if a different kind of writing today. More an education than an introspection that I feel compelled to share in light of the fact that certain students at certain Colleges and Universities have been detained by ICE. And there is uproar in the name of Due Process.
So. Due Process. Due process means that people can't be deprived of life, liberty or property UNLESS the deprivation happens according to the rules of our legal system, including access to courts and lawyers. For instance, the cops can't just walk into your house and take your computer; they have to get a warrant for it first -- THEN they can walk in and take your computer. And if your computer has, let’s say, damning evidence that you received funding from Hamas to organize Anti-Israel, Anti-Sematic protest on say, your college campus, which may be Columbia, for example. Well, then you can be detained. And arrested. (Purely a hypothetical, I know nothing about Mahmoud Khalil's computer.) You can also be arrested without a warrant. Like let’s say you were at one of your Anti-Israel, Anti-Sematic protests and you grabbed a Jewish student trying to get past you and into the building where his class is being held. And you grab him and throw him on the ground and kick him in the head. And a police officer sees you. You can be arrested in that moment. A lawful arrest requires EITHER an arrest warrant (the computer example) OR probable cause (kicking a Jewish student in the head). And you can get detained (in jail if you’re arrested for a crime, in an immigration detention center if you’re arrested for an immigration violation). AND It doesn’t mean that if you are detained, it has to be near where you live. Your due process rights are not being violated if you are detained away from, say, your college campus where you kicked the kid in the head. (Purely a hypothetical to make a point…don’t go Googling if Mahmoud Khalil kicked someone. He didn’t. He just lied on his visa and green card applications and engaged in, among other things, some pretty rad activities that connect him to some pretty rad terrorist organizations.) Back to being detained. If you are detained it does not have to be near where you live. There are no immigration detention centers in NYC. There's one in Buffalo, almost 400 miles away from say, Columbia for example, but most of our immigration detention centers are in California, Texas, Arizona and Louisiana. What Due Process means is: - You only get arrested if there’s probable cause—probable cause to believe you committed a crime if the cops or FBI are arresting you, Probable cause to believe you committed an immigration violation or are deportable if it’s ICE, like if you are friends with terrorist or maybe went to a Hezbollah leaders funeral. (Purely hypothetical, I don't know if Rumeysa Ozturk went to anyone's funeral when she was not at Tufts.) - You have the right to talk to a lawyer (if you can afford it, or there’s a pro bono one willing to represent you, or you’re arrested for a crime and are poor enough to qualify for a public defender). - If arrested without a warrant, you have the right to a hearing to determine if there was probable cause. - You have the right to a hearing to determine if you did the thing they accuse you of (or, for immigration cases, that you committed the immigration violation or are deportable). Oh, and one last thing: Your Due Process rights are not being violated if border guards refuse to let you into the Country if you are not a US citizen. Permission to cross the border of a foreign country is not "life, liberty or property." It's not a right. It's a permission. It's a permission that any country is free to grant or deny to any foreigner. So even if someone has a visa, they can legally be refused entry for any reason. Ok... So... do I think that there may be some Due Process violations going on. Yeah, likely that is true. Do I think that there are also a lot of detentions going on that are adhering to our Due Process guidelines. Yup, that too. AND That's not what this writing is about. It's about how Due Process works. So that when we have those other conversations about how we feel about all this.—well, we are educated in our arguments. Which this is not. An Argument. This is an education. Questions? Ok, good. (And, thanks to D. Hall for much of the Due Process information in this writing)  For my birthday this year, I am asking for donations to the collective container that is our Universe. Donations can be any of/all of/not limited to the following:
Happy birthday to me. And to all of you. 🩷  As I write this I am acutely aware that some will think, “well what of all the other babies? What of all the other babies that have been killed since October 7th, 2023. What about the children of Gaza that have died, too?” And I will say,” yes.” And we mourn these children, too. And that is not what this writing is about. This writing is about these babies. And writing about these babies does not negate the loss of other babies, too. Both can be true.
Do not turn away from the murder of these babies because you are mourning the loss of other babies, too. Both can be true. And today I am writing about these babies. About Ariel and Kfir Bibas (know their names). These babies. These babies were murdered. And now they are dead. On Tuesday, February 18th, just last week, we learned that these babies are dead. That Ariel and Kfir Bibas were murdered. Their bodies were returned on this past Thursday. They were supposed to be returned with their mom. With their mom who was murdered. Her name is Shiri (know her name). Their murdered mom was supposed to be returned home with her murdered babies. She was not. Her murdered body was not returned with her murdered babies. A different body was sent, that was claimed to be her. A different body was sent home with her babies. These babies. We held such hope for these two boys. They were a symbol, we hoped, in a way that broke some barriers. Because they are babies. There is something about the innocent that often times will temper the tempers. There is something about babies that often will allow for perhaps a bit of compassion and kindness to seep in. We hoped that. We hoped that there would be some love shown for these babies. That perhaps they were nurtured a bit. That perhaps their mom was cared for a bit so she could care for her babies. That perhaps they would come home. But no… They were murdered instead. On Tuesday, last week, we learned that the babies are dead. Their bodies came home to Israel on Thursday. With a body that was not their mother. And the murdered body of an 85-year-old peace activist. I want to write how they came home. I want to share what this was, this procession of depravity. That they came home by way of a procession of depravity. There are better words than mine to share this with you. And I quote Ahmed Fouad Alkhatib-- "The depravity of armed men thinking it's courageous to parade the bodes of literal toddlers and their [mother] as some trophy for victory; the sickness, evil, and stupidity required to believe that marching with a locked coffin of an 85-year-old peace activist [his name is Oded Lipshitz, know his name], an 85-year-old peace activist who did so much for Gaza's is somehow good for the Palestinian cause. Instead of having a parade for a dead mother, her two babies, and an elderly man of peace, their bodies should have been handled by medical crews with no armed terrorists in sight. This could have been done differently." This should have been done differently. ... What else should I share… Should I share that when Hamas marched through the streets with a coffin the size of a baby, that there was cheering. That this was a parade. Will it matter if I share this. What will it take to notice this. To take notice of this. Should I share that the babies were murdered in just this past November. Should I share that they were murdered with bare hands. That forensic evidence shows that these terrorists did not shoot these small boys, they killed them with their bare hands. Hamas says “no” we did not do this. Should I share that Hamas claimed they had mistakenly sent home the wrong body that was supposed to be the body of the mother of these murdered babies. “An honest mistake.” They said it was an honest mistake. “My bad,” they said. This was not a mistake. They do not make mistakes like this. They kept this mother’s body of these murdered babies to continue to inflict pain on a family. On a community. On humanity. They released her body a day later. A day later she came home. “My bad,” they said. And then they sent her murdered body home. What will it take to take notice. This photo that is included with this writing today, this is a painting, by Ilan Block, of the Bibas Family. The Bibas Family are asking that we share this. That we share images of this mother and her babies. That not only Jews all over the world take notice. That everyone share this. That this is a human atrocity not a Jewish one. That this is a mark on our humanity. And we need to take notice. The babies are dead. We are in mourning for them. We are in mourning. The Jewish Community is mourning. Are you?  So I’m back onto Facebook after a little over a 6-week deactivation. I thought it would last longer—three months, six, a year, forever—but then the fires broke out in Los Angeles and we had these “wind events” here in Ojai and, well... Facebook is truly the best information resource out there for this.
Like, the Ojai Community pages and the fire pages and the communications from our town government and our Police Department and our Fire Department and each other…. If I want to know something, it’s here. And if it’s not and I post a question, it’s answered. In a nano second. So I signed back in. For the two days we had no electricity last week and while we moved our very small generator from place to place around our home. The kitchen to make coffee and to cool down our fridge to the bedroom to plug in our internet to Garth’s office for a meeting and back again to our fridge. When it ran out of juice we went to our daughter’s house to recharge (not all of Ojai was electrically down) and then back again to do it all again. Till the lights went back on, on Thursday late morning. And then I deactivated again. Until another wind event and what did I need to know that I might not get anywhere else and back on it again I went. I changed my background pic. To my dancing fifth position feet for a week until this writing right now. As now I’m on it. And in it. But just a bit. I hope. Right now I sign in, I hope, once a day. To see if there is something I need to know about the fires and the wind and our safety in this Valley. I sign back in, my thinking is, just until this fire season is over (is California fire season ever over anymore?). And I don’t scroll. And I’ve gotta tell you, this is really hard. I want to go hunting. I am an investigator with my legal mind and busy thoughts and wondering. And this place, it makes me want to spend time here. As the creators of this intended. To waste time here. So far I don’t. Waste time. I sign in to see if there is something I need to know for our safety in this Valley and then I sign back out again. Except once. Once I signed in and looked around a bit. Once. Well Twice. Twice. So far. |
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