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By Red Grammer © 1994 Smilin' Atcha Music, Inc. I used to think I knew Everything I needed to I know how crazy it sounds Thank God He led me 'round To where I took a mighty step And left all I was sure of Walked off a ledge sight unseen With no idea of where it was leading And now I'm Free Falling..... Oh I'm filled with the sound Of where it is that I am bound And I'm trying I've never looked behind Since I've learned to fly I took my step faithfully I took it like I knew Exactly where I was going But it is surely new for me And here I am in panic Here I am awash at sea Asking God to help me through The very thing I needed to do It's a Free Falling......I know I have my lessons too And I have my bridges to burn And I have my roads I must leave behind..........I'll ...

A friend in one of my 12 step groups sent this to me, and I felt so moved ( a recent change in my emotional landscape, I might add) that I want to pass it on to the wonderful people who read this blog. These words express how I feel about everyone in my life right now, even the people I have had disagreements. Except Dick Cheney and Condaleeza Rice. No, even them. Sorry, God. I'm new at this. So anyway, since I can't figure out how to make a link "live" on blogspot, you'll have to copy and paste the URL to see the video. http://www.bettertobless.com/landing.html

OK, y'all HAVE to forgive me for doing a total geek-out here! Neil Gaiman, author of my all-time favorite graphic novel series, "The Sandman", replied to an email I wrote! I can't believe it; that's just unreal! I've been reading his work for almost ten years now and it blows my mind that this prolific writer would take the time to answer a fan girl's email! I was talking to my oldest daughter on the phone while reading my email, and I let out this apparently very loud shriek that deeply disturbed Clarissa. Clarissa: Mom, what's wrong with you? Me: Neil Gaiman emailed me! Clarissa: Ok. (pause) Who's Neil Gaiman? I forgive my daughter because she knows not what she does. Anyway, it started with a bulletin that he sent out on myspace (I'm one of his myspace friends) about a video that was done in the UK about author Alan Moore. I'm not familiar with Alan Moore's work, but he's going on my list of authors to read. In fact, h...

When I was a journalist way back in the day, I had the privilege of interviewing Stokley Carmichael*, aka Kwame Toure'. He was coming to Sacramento for an appearance at California State University at Sacramento, so I was dispatched to cover his presentation. At one point during his talk, he told the audience that when his phone rang, he always answered "Ready for the revolution!" He also said that CIA probably didn't appreciate his greeting. Can't please everyone. J. Edgar Hoover was more likely most unhappy with Brother Toure's greeting. Anyway, the revolution didn't continue in the way Kwame and others had envisioned after the 60s and 70s. But that doesn't mean that there will be no revolution. The next one, as Gil Scott Heron said, will not be televised. It will be live and it will take place in the hearts of every single person on this planet. Some of my very favorite bloggers, Phillipe, Liz and Malik are getting ready. Check out what they...

I realized that I intended to write a bit more about "motive". It's such a disarming thing to deal with because I've come to realize that in spite of my consciously good intentions in my dealings with people, I have dark, self-absorbed and needy motives underlying some of my actions. This is quite disturbing to me, although I realize that it only makes me human like everyone. But...I wanted to be so much BETTER! (sigh) The things I've come to learn about myself ever since I stopped eating addictively (thank you, God) have been both alarming and enlightening. So I did manage to write about the message I absorbed in early childhood about being a woman and feeling less than a man. But I didn't talk about how that has affected my life. The best way I can describe it is that growing up a tomboy was one way I coped with that deep-seated feeling of invalidation. It was very empowering to be able to beat the boys at their own game. Unfortunate...

We have forbidden men to walk after the imaginations of their hearts, that they may be enabled to recognize Him Who is the sovereign Source and Object of all knowledge, and may acknowledge whatsoever He may be pleased to reveal. Witness how they have entangled themselves with their idle fancies and vain imaginations. By My life! They are themselves the victims of what their own hearts have devised, and yet they perceive it not. Vain and profitless is the talk of their lips, and yet they understand not. We beseech God that He may graciously vouchsafe His grace unto all men, and enable them to attain the knowledge of Him and of themselves. By My life! Whoso hath known Him shall soar in the immensity of His love, and shall be detached from the world and all that is therein. Nothing on earth shall deflect him from his course, how much less they who, prompted by their vain imaginations, speak those things which God hath forbidden. (Baha'u'llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Bah...

Yes, it was very funny to me, too.