Spoken Word Poet, Writer, Author, Broadcast Journalist, Licensed Mental Health Counselor.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Only Human
Human. Now there is an interesting definition.
Being "human" [according to Merriam-Webster] means "a human being, a person as distinguished from an animal or an alien. Susceptible to or representative of the sympathies and frailties of human nature."
In our world, being "human" has taken on an entirely different meaning.
All ranges of emotion from love to happiness to sadness to frustration to anger to darkness to bliss are experienced by humans. Somewhere along the lines, the term "human" has been associated with being "perfect." Perfect attitude, hair, skin, nails, clothes, body, education, family, career, skills, life, travel, adventure, love, and pretty much everything that most humans definitely are not.
Many times in life we over think. Our minds are powerful tools, ones we have yet to fully study and understand. Some days you may feel perfectly in tune with all of your choices and surroundings only to be feeling outcast, outspoken, rude, pitiful and eventually, self-deprecating. I know I am not the only one who goes through this. If you don't, then you are lying, or quite possibly, not "human."
Although such phases do not last long, for me, thankfully, they are unsettling because when you over think, you disallow your instinct to be in control, you tend to become off balance that spirals your rational thought along with your own energy, into massive loops of confusion. You may not be confusing to others, or maybe you are, I can only speak for myself, however, the most important aspect of being off balance is in regards to how you feel about yourself.
When off balance, I tend to react to things I normally ignore and get upset over menial things. This is typically not the "me" of today so I search:
"Why do I feel this way? What caused me to start thinking like this? Why am I feeling out of control?"
Ask yourself, you have all of your answers.
One beautiful aspect of existence and having people put by us for various reasons is that during such times, often without saying a word, some without ever meeting me, sense that something clearly is "not right" simply by reading deeper into my words, my energy, my response and my actions.
As human beings we all wish to be acknowledged, loved and recognized and that is not an egotistical thing, it is a basic need.
Rational and healthy communication is crucial.
It absolutely infuriates me [there I go being "human" again] when there is improper communication because this starts a chain reaction of misunderstanding that leads to "what if" negative self talk and thinking. In turn, eventually, a guilt ridden, self-loathing [for those of us who are "human'] after effect. This is absolutely foolish when you think about it.
[Think for a moment, really, this is not meant to be deep.]
What I learn from being allowed to be myself is that I need to look inside of me every day and not blame another person for the way I feel. After all, it is my own fault feeling as I do no matter what another said to me, how one treated me, or the actions of another human being towards me.
I am in control of myself and am responsible and accountable for my behavior.
I ask myself:
"Why do you feel this way? What caused you to start thinking like this? Why do you feel out of control?"
And guess what? I answer me.
*smile*
Yet without the guidance of those who are reading this and reach out in various ways to acknowledge me, as a fellow human being, I may not arrive so quickly to a conclusion. I may ridiculously crucify myself for no apparent reason other than I choose to.
I was sitting on my couch watching a movie with my son, William, he is 15 years old and I looked at him, I mean I really looked at who he is and I asked him to please give me a hug. The smile on his face was so wide that I began to smile too. He gladly and lovingly hugged me with all of his might and we did not let go, not just yet. I told him that without him in my life that my life would be horrible and I mean that, wholeheartedly.
Hugging my son was touching the divine.
You see, children are insightful and full of unconditional love, gifts we tend to lose as we grow older. In my own child, I felt bright, magnificent light that illuminated me, and I wondered did he also feel that from me?
At that moment, I realized my purpose, regardless of what interests me, what my career is or is not, and who is or is not in my life.
What mattered and does matter was right there with my son. In seconds, every single confusing thought disappeared.
That is the beauty of love. The divine essence of existence.
The fact that we are placed here for various reasons and most times, they are quite simple. We make them complicated.
I realized how blessed I were then, although I have always been aware, yet sometimes we forget in the busy-ness of life. Then everything around me was a gift, the sunshine, nature, my home, my work, my friends, my family, the fact that my limbs work and that I have the means to utilize technology to talk to all of you right now.
For today [and every day] I suggest something extremely simple.
Do this right now.
Look around you and find your divine. It exists.
You just may have your eyes closed at the moment.
So, take the time to work through whatever you are dealing with, just don't stay there.
And always, simply, be human.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Literary Withdrawal: Death of a Book
Published on --> Rebelle Society
I sit in the dark quiet of my sanctuary, the place I come to write, and am overcome by a stabbing inherent fear that books, like many of its authors, shall one day become extinct.
This revelation came to me because I was forced to purchase a tape cassette recorder to listen to a tape, and as I held it in my hand, found myself thinking: I cannot believe I found one to buy.Think of LP’s. (Oh, how I miss LP’s.) There truly is nothing like an album. Artwork, like tattoos, scrolled across the flaps of the cover and on the inside. That’s when the band invited You inside of Their minds for an hour or two.
(Then I wondered if I purchased a turntable, would I be able to find a needle to set beneath the arm?)
Thank goodness for eBay, garage sales and used bookstores.
You must take pride in being the owner of a used bookstore. A secret society where members peruse old wooden shelving like mad Norsemen, pillaging layers of books, blowing cobwebs from dusty covers, uncovering a treasure or two.
A book is the fruit of self. Knowledge unsurpassed. Everything I have learned has come mainly from books.
Don’t get me wrong. I adore mainstream bookstores. As a rule, I live in them.
Soak myself up in an overstuffed chair, an Italian Soda by my side, a stack of books at my feet, music I have never heard before playing overhead as I delve into Welsh Heritage, Kool-Aid Acid Trips, Nature, Photography, Art and Poetry.
When entering a bookstore, I bypass the front tables streamed with discounts and deals. New authors with their third book published about the exact same things they said in the first one. I head straight to the back, where the literature is hiding.
You can always tell they attempt to hide it. Ask someone working there exactly where the Lit section is and they point you toward… someplace… over… there.
(In reality, they have no idea what Literature is.)
Poetry is the second section I visit, then on to biographies, music, art, photography, and lastly, the horribly sad cart where tattered books lie that nobody wants. The cart of misfits. It is here I always find a volume to keep. Maybe because I, myself, am a misfit and that’s okay. I like being different.
I am surrounded by books. They are best friends to me. A book is life itself breathing inside, waiting for you to discover an entirely new world created by another’s psyche.
How truly fascinating.
An old book possesses something entirely different. They are my favorites to own. I often wonder how many people cried, felt happiness, pain, grief, love, enlightenment from handling this book now in my possession.
The corners are tattered a bit, sure, but this gives it persona. It tells you it doesn’t fuck around, man, and it is meant to be read because it has been read.
Now it’s your turn to ride that steep climb up the first hill of a coaster.
Get ready, the turn is coming; you can feel it now, can’t you?
The existential drop of your belly as you lift from your seat and remain airborne for a millisecond that lasts a lifetime, just to be dropped straight downhill into an inferno that brings you around dark corners, through forests, screaming wild and flipping pages as night turns into day.
This causes me to think of not only the books, but the writers I pay homage to. Where have they all gone?
Why is it that they are noticed after their death, after their struggle, after their entire lives have been a complete and utter hell interspersed with momentary lapses of euphoric bliss?
I use the word homage well, because they are all quite stone cold dead.
(Ahh, but not in the pages. Within the pages, they survive. This is their gift, the gift of any writer to the reader. Regeneration by pure esoteric thought.)
I think of Hemingway… poor Papa. No longer could he write, he could not think after they strapped his brilliance to the electro shocks and stripped him of his gift. It is no wonder he chose solace with one of his prized shotguns.
Kerouac. The thing with Jack is he saw so much fucking beauty, traveled so far, ran with bums, slept in alleys, and walked in freezing temperatures in order to feel life in his veins as his own blood. Jack set out on what he meant to do.
Jack had a purpose, and when it was met, he was done.
Tired.
Down.
Jack was beat.
I could talk for hours on authors gone home, yet fear boring you right out of your mind.
Besides, you really should be reading something of worth. Lawrence Ferlinghetti must be lonely.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
~ Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Video
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Late Autumn, Western New York
The other day, we were blessed with fantastic, beautiful weather. I watched the trees, as they lost their leaves, blanketing the grass as the wind whipped wildly.
I thought to myself: This moment is not going to last.
I went outside and on my back, lay down upon the grass beneath the trees and watched the leaves fall onto and all around me.
It was wondrous.
This is Mother Nature, this is the universe,
speaking, to me.
I made two videos from this and took a few shots:
1st video features John Ward performing
"Sealliadh [The Seer]"
2nd video features Tom Callahan, performing "Long Black Veil" from his CD "Irish American."
Enjoy!
Please check out the artists work on the linked websites.
Check out my channel.
Always something interesting going on there.
Peace.
Sue
Friday, October 24, 2014
Early October : Buffalo New York
Here are two videos I made showcasing early October [Autumn] in Western New York, Cazenovia Park in Buffalo, New York.
The videos feature music by a local band "I Was The Scarecrow"
You can listen to their music here :
http://iwasthescarecrow.bandcamp.com/https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WocXRODPyQ
Check out the videos below!
Enjoy!
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
"Heal Kashmir" [Inequality: Blog Action Day 2014]
Every year since 2007, thousands of bloggers have come together for one
day to talk about one important issue, like Poverty, Climate Change
and Human Rights.
2014 focuses on the rising issue of Inequality.
Kashmir
Since September 3, 2014, destructive
monsoon floods have claimed hundreds of lives both in the
Indian and Pakistani-administered regions of Kashmir.
The floods left hospitals
struggling with numerous people brought in for treatment
of waterborne diseases. Medical centers in the flood-hit areas are in
dire need of basic supplies and medicine. Hundreds of thousands of people in both parts of Kashmir have been forced out of their homes in the flood-hit areas.
© Unknown
While relief efforts globally and from government entities has been frightfully slow, the strength and independence of the people of Kashmir has once again, risen in times of great adversity.
The above photo, taken 09/08/14 by Ieshan Wani, depicts Budshah bridge where new born babies
are being carried in a basket tied with electric wires on the back of
a man. The other person was carrying an oxygen cylinder to keep them
alive, after they managed to move them from an inundated hospital in
Srinagar to JLMN hospital.
Today, I was given this video for "Heal Kashmir" that depicts in depth what has and is occurring in Kashmir and how YOU can help:
"Heal Kashmir"
#ProjectPheran #ProjectWarmth
Please join on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HealKashmir
and also on Twitter: https://twitter.com/HealKashmir
Share the above video, this post, connect to those in need and most importantly, spread positive awareness so those who are able to help, can.
* * *
This is in conjunction with #BlogActionDay, October 16, 2014.
You can find out more here:
#BlogActionDay
#BAD2014
#Blogaction14
#Inequality
#Oct16
Friday, October 10, 2014
The Last Lecture [Book Review] in The Empathy Library
Published in The Empathy Library HERE
Published in 2008, after being diagnosed with cancer, Randy was asked by Carnegie Mellon to give a last lecture, which is customary. Instead of focusing on the typical guidance speeches that are given, Randy chose to not focus on the fact that he had a short time to live, instead, he decided to focus on how TO live everyday with the drive to succeed and be happy in whatever you do.
Randy causes the reader to evaluate their existence and what it means to them. He focuses somewhat on his illness but this is not a book about a dying man. This is a book about living.
This most compelling, inspirational and uplifting volume causes one to not only step inside of Randy’s shoes, but to walk in them, become a part of his mind, soul and heart. To travel with him back to his childhood, in turn, to your own. Randy allows the reader to explore their own dreams and if they have not lived them, why? He manages to successfully bring alive the creative childlike spirit many of us have left behind.
This short volume is packed with so much emotion, laughter, extreme hardship and loss, yet mostly, with love and the notion that there is so much more to simply existing.
An international bestseller, published in more than 35 languages, a must read book, and a most treasured perspective of a man who truly lived his purpose and beyond.
You can view Randy's "Last Lecture" HERE
Professor
Randy Pausch of Carnegie Mellon has managed to describe in his own
words, with the help of Jeffrey Zaslow; what true empathy, compassion,
kindness and gratefulness mean in times of immense adversity.
Published in 2008, after being diagnosed with cancer, Randy was asked by Carnegie Mellon to give a last lecture, which is customary. Instead of focusing on the typical guidance speeches that are given, Randy chose to not focus on the fact that he had a short time to live, instead, he decided to focus on how TO live everyday with the drive to succeed and be happy in whatever you do.
Randy causes the reader to evaluate their existence and what it means to them. He focuses somewhat on his illness but this is not a book about a dying man. This is a book about living.
This most compelling, inspirational and uplifting volume causes one to not only step inside of Randy’s shoes, but to walk in them, become a part of his mind, soul and heart. To travel with him back to his childhood, in turn, to your own. Randy allows the reader to explore their own dreams and if they have not lived them, why? He manages to successfully bring alive the creative childlike spirit many of us have left behind.
This short volume is packed with so much emotion, laughter, extreme hardship and loss, yet mostly, with love and the notion that there is so much more to simply existing.
An international bestseller, published in more than 35 languages, a must read book, and a most treasured perspective of a man who truly lived his purpose and beyond. - See more at: http://empathylibrary.com/book/the-last-lecture#sthash.lXAvMFN7.dpuf
Published in 2008, after being diagnosed with cancer, Randy was asked by Carnegie Mellon to give a last lecture, which is customary. Instead of focusing on the typical guidance speeches that are given, Randy chose to not focus on the fact that he had a short time to live, instead, he decided to focus on how TO live everyday with the drive to succeed and be happy in whatever you do.
Randy causes the reader to evaluate their existence and what it means to them. He focuses somewhat on his illness but this is not a book about a dying man. This is a book about living.
This most compelling, inspirational and uplifting volume causes one to not only step inside of Randy’s shoes, but to walk in them, become a part of his mind, soul and heart. To travel with him back to his childhood, in turn, to your own. Randy allows the reader to explore their own dreams and if they have not lived them, why? He manages to successfully bring alive the creative childlike spirit many of us have left behind.
This short volume is packed with so much emotion, laughter, extreme hardship and loss, yet mostly, with love and the notion that there is so much more to simply existing.
An international bestseller, published in more than 35 languages, a must read book, and a most treasured perspective of a man who truly lived his purpose and beyond. - See more at: http://empathylibrary.com/book/the-last-lecture#sthash.lXAvMFN7.dpuf
Professor
Randy Pausch of Carnegie Mellon has managed to describe in his own
words, with the help of Jeffrey Zaslow; what true empathy, compassion,
kindness and gratefulness mean in times of immense adversity.
Published in 2008, after being diagnosed with cancer, Randy was asked by Carnegie Mellon to give a last lecture, which is customary. Instead of focusing on the typical guidance speeches that are given, Randy chose to not focus on the fact that he had a short time to live, instead, he decided to focus on how TO live everyday with the drive to succeed and be happy in whatever you do.
Randy causes the reader to evaluate their existence and what it means to them. He focuses somewhat on his illness but this is not a book about a dying man. This is a book about living.
This most compelling, inspirational and uplifting volume causes one to not only step inside of Randy’s shoes, but to walk in them, become a part of his mind, soul and heart. To travel with him back to his childhood, in turn, to your own. Randy allows the reader to explore their own dreams and if they have not lived them, why? He manages to successfully bring alive the creative childlike spirit many of us have left behind.
This short volume is packed with so much emotion, laughter, extreme hardship and loss, yet mostly, with love and the notion that there is so much more to simply existing.
An international bestseller, published in more than 35 languages, a must read book, and a most treasured perspective of a man who truly lived his purpose and beyond. - See more at: http://empathylibrary.com/book/the-last-lecture#sthash.lXAvMFN7.dpuf
Published in 2008, after being diagnosed with cancer, Randy was asked by Carnegie Mellon to give a last lecture, which is customary. Instead of focusing on the typical guidance speeches that are given, Randy chose to not focus on the fact that he had a short time to live, instead, he decided to focus on how TO live everyday with the drive to succeed and be happy in whatever you do.
Randy causes the reader to evaluate their existence and what it means to them. He focuses somewhat on his illness but this is not a book about a dying man. This is a book about living.
This most compelling, inspirational and uplifting volume causes one to not only step inside of Randy’s shoes, but to walk in them, become a part of his mind, soul and heart. To travel with him back to his childhood, in turn, to your own. Randy allows the reader to explore their own dreams and if they have not lived them, why? He manages to successfully bring alive the creative childlike spirit many of us have left behind.
This short volume is packed with so much emotion, laughter, extreme hardship and loss, yet mostly, with love and the notion that there is so much more to simply existing.
An international bestseller, published in more than 35 languages, a must read book, and a most treasured perspective of a man who truly lived his purpose and beyond. - See more at: http://empathylibrary.com/book/the-last-lecture#sthash.lXAvMFN7.dpuf
Professor
Randy Pausch of Carnegie Mellon has managed to describe in his own
words, with the help of Jeffrey Zaslow; what true empathy, compassion,
kindness and gratefulness mean in times of immense adversity.
Published in 2008, after being diagnosed with cancer, Randy was asked by Carnegie Mellon to give a last lecture, which is customary. Instead of focusing on the typical guidance speeches that are given, Randy chose to not focus on the fact that he had a short time to live, instead, he decided to focus on how TO live everyday with the drive to succeed and be happy in whatever you do.
Randy causes the reader to evaluate their existence and what it means to them. He focuses somewhat on his illness but this is not a book about a dying man. This is a book about living.
This most compelling, inspirational and uplifting volume causes one to not only step inside of Randy’s shoes, but to walk in them, become a part of his mind, soul and heart. To travel with him back to his childhood, in turn, to your own. Randy allows the reader to explore their own dreams and if they have not lived them, why? He manages to successfully bring alive the creative childlike spirit many of us have left behind.
This short volume is packed with so much emotion, laughter, extreme hardship and loss, yet mostly, with love and the notion that there is so much more to simply existing.
An international bestseller, published in more than 35 languages, a must read book, and a most treasured perspective of a man who truly lived his purpose and beyond. - See more at: http://empathylibrary.com/book/the-last-lecture#sthash.lXAvMFN7.dpuf
Published in 2008, after being diagnosed with cancer, Randy was asked by Carnegie Mellon to give a last lecture, which is customary. Instead of focusing on the typical guidance speeches that are given, Randy chose to not focus on the fact that he had a short time to live, instead, he decided to focus on how TO live everyday with the drive to succeed and be happy in whatever you do.
Randy causes the reader to evaluate their existence and what it means to them. He focuses somewhat on his illness but this is not a book about a dying man. This is a book about living.
This most compelling, inspirational and uplifting volume causes one to not only step inside of Randy’s shoes, but to walk in them, become a part of his mind, soul and heart. To travel with him back to his childhood, in turn, to your own. Randy allows the reader to explore their own dreams and if they have not lived them, why? He manages to successfully bring alive the creative childlike spirit many of us have left behind.
This short volume is packed with so much emotion, laughter, extreme hardship and loss, yet mostly, with love and the notion that there is so much more to simply existing.
An international bestseller, published in more than 35 languages, a must read book, and a most treasured perspective of a man who truly lived his purpose and beyond. - See more at: http://empathylibrary.com/book/the-last-lecture#sthash.lXAvMFN7.dpuf
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
The Experience of Living and Dying: A Poetry Anthology
I am extremely happy to announce the publication of an anthology of poetry by Celtic Knot Books Publishing that is a volume dedicated to the experience of life and death.
It only took the editors a few months to get this together and that is one amazing feat and my two Dads [now both deceased] are eternally honored in this volume, as are many of the loved ones of the global authors I am proud to be included with.
This was a collaboration founded on Facebook. Talk about utilizing technology and grabbing opportunity!
You can find it here on Amazon and Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00O0B35FW/ref=pe_385040_118058080_TE_M1T1DP
Friday, September 19, 2014
i often wonder
i often wonder
what you see
through my eyes
looking into your own
i wonder
if my spirit
speaks
through my eyes
mouth
lips
hands
voice
my whines and cries
the way my hips
dance
from side to side
and how my palms
rest
ever so gently
upon my
skin
for you
i wonder
how it makes you feel
viewing me
in all of my
divine purity
i wonder
if it is the same feeling
when cool sweet breeze
brushes against your face
on a day, sweltering
or when rain
falls
tip tapping
gently
upon your tired brow
drop by sacred drop
or if it is like jumping
head first
into a waterfall
exciting and scary
simultaneous
cleansing your soul
making you feel
so utterly alive
or it may be
like witnessing a dream
while awake
unbridled and aware
fully conscious
of your surroundings
my only hope
is that what you witness
touches your body
as well as your mind
and that what you see
through my eyes
looking into your own
touches
your heart
© Susan Marie
Monday, September 8, 2014
Goodreads Book Giveaway [my first volume of poetry/prose "knots"]
I am also answering questions about writing there to those who pose questions to me.
Peace!
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