Posted by: codecalla | December 20, 2016

Spontaneous

The worry about this country and whether or not it’s falling apart and that people are divided is a false dichotomy.  People behave very differently in real life apart from online behaviors.  It’s only when people believe fervently what they read without question and then carry out their inclinations that we run into trouble.

America is filled with good people of all faiths, genders, ages, races, and political persuasions.  None of the hatred and vitriol that appear online, have I personally witnessed or experienced.  That’s not to say it doesn’t happen, or that there are not people who have been attacked after a particularly unpleasant election.  These things should be addressed and people should not inflict pain on others, nor gaslight them into believing they are not suffering an injustice.

America is bigger than an election.  It has a big heart.  This heart is what hurts when we see people in pain and try to help them.  This heart is what asks Americans to do what they can for their country without asking what can be done for them.  Is this a fantasy?  Is this the real life?  Is this a Queen song?

I think that the rhapsody of the American people will have different voices, hurts, troubles, and conflicts, but that we can still work together.  Get out of your head, your computer, your phone and look around you.  There is work that can be done close to you.  There are people who need help and things that can be changed, injustices that can be fought for everyone.  We can be kind, empathetic, and understanding.  We can choose strength over weakness–strength of character that chooses to forgive, rather than hold grudges.  Let this holiday season be one of warmth, love, kindness, and happiness, even if our year was tumultuous and painful.

Love and Blessings during this Holiday Season. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.img_0520

Posted by: codecalla | October 29, 2016

16 years

For about 16 years I had the privilege of having Dickens as a companion.  I’m filled with grief, wandering around my apartment that feels empty because he is not here.  I have two girl kitties that need attention and love.  I’m trying to provide that, but apprehensive.  One of my cats, Lina, is a “senior” kitty, although younger than Boo and Dickens were.  Loss is difficult to face.

I’ve been fortunate to have kind friends, students, and family who have reached out.

For the last 9 years or so, I have paid close attention to Dickens and his health.  He had surgery, which was traumatic for both of us.  Now that that part of my attention is no longer required, I feel at a loss.  “I don’t know what to do.”

Crying has helped to a degree, but Dickens was my sweet boy.  It’s difficult to face the loss and loneliness his passing has left.  I’m thankful that he is no longer in pain and hopefully he’s being looked after by my loved ones who have also passed.

It’s not even been a week, and I have had to force myself through daily functions, work, and grading.  My heart is not in it, but I am thankful to have had the privilege of knowing him.

The loss of my sweet boy hurts, but he made my life much richer by being in it.

Dickens, my Shah, beautiful boy…I love you.

Posted by: codecalla | October 25, 2016

Dickens

My beautiful boy, Dickens, a 15/16 year old Maine Coon/Tabby mix passed away into the great beyond tonight.  I’ve had him since he was a kitten/rescue/stray.  I named him after Charles Dickens and because he was a bit of a trouble-maker.  He demonstrated why one needs to kitty-proof a house.

One time his tail caught on fire when his tail passed through the flame of a candle on a coffee stand.  Thankfully, I was right there and snuffed it out with my hand before he even realized anything was wrong.

He had a habit of getting in my lap whenever I sat at the desk to work on something.

On his first car trip to meet me, he pooped in the cat carrier for the two hour ride.  My parents were nearly gagging for the entire journey.

He taught my little girl kitty, Lina, how to cat.  Often they would stare out the window, almost perfect silhouettes of each other.

He would pal around with Boo, my late Siamese kitty, and spend hours playing/grooming.

My new kitty, Thirteen, doted on Dickens, and kissed him on the forehead with a lick when he was trying to pass away.

Dickens loved the squishy soccer balls and was quite a star when playing with them.  He absolutely loved those balls and would cry to play.  He would also fetch the balls back to me, so that I could throw it again.

Dickens and Boo were quite adventurous when I lived in a house.  Once they snuck out of the basement window screens and hunkered down, terrified in the back yard until I rescued them.

Dickens loved to have his picture taken.  He would pose while you would take his picture, unlike Lina, who is constantly moving and difficult to capture.

At a dinner with a friend, he sat in the chair, waiting for his portion.  My friend was pretty amused.

Dickens loved watching birds out the window and would chirp at them.

I called him my “Trumpeteer” because he could make sounds in similar fashion.

He was not above playing sick or injured to get some extra TLC.

He had gall stone surgery when he was 7.

I called him my gold-plated kitty, because that surgery cost over $3000.

I had to feed him through a feed tube, with the help of my former roommate, who often threatened to steal him from me.

He’s the descendant of a kitty, Smokey, that I fed in my aunt and uncle’s back yard, who they decided to keep as an outdoor-pet.

He and Boo consoled Bevin, a late friend’s cat after her loss.  They all slept together in a pile.

He purred when getting his head or cheeks rubbed.

He was the best kitty ever.

Posted by: codecalla | October 23, 2016

2016 a Great Year?

I thought that the year 2016 would be great.  Aesthetically pleasing to the eye and even.  Reality is more balanced.  My eldest kitty, Boo, a voiciferous Chocolate Point Siamese, passed away at the beginning of the year.  He was 16/17 years old.  I received sad news about kidney disease on my other, now eldest, kitty, Dickens, a tabby/Maine Coon mix, and he now is starting a slow decline of health at the age of 15/16.  We’ve lost notable musicians, actors, athletes throughout the year.  Now, four years after my closest cousin passed away, her father has also passed in the same month of October.  My uncle was a second father to me, and I’m still processing the loss.

It’s fall, a season of losing the green to make way for winter’s hibernation.  Life is an endless parade of seasons–each one marking a new loss.

What has been gained?  Ephemeral moments that are difficult to recollect because the grind of life continues through work, bills, travel.  New friends, old friends, acquaintances, students, and colleagues.  Life changes as each person finds a new course for their direction.  A series of meetings and partings.  Loss and moments of connection.

My closest aunt was seriously ill and hospitalized, and she’s a second mother to me.  Although her illness was frightening, it allowed us to reconnect.  Not that I thought the connection frayed.  Connections persist long after words fade and meetings end.  At least for me.

How can I connect my words to the void of emotion or sadness?  Words cannot be enough.  Words have power to illustrate devastation and loneliness, to injure and to heal.  But sometimes…sometimes…silence is a gift.  Listening and contemplating.  Connecting to the Muse, clinging to hope, because politics, death, and religion seem to drive people apart, when they should do the opposite.

Why do the deaths of celebrities, artists, musicians, actors, writers matter?   Because they reach out to connect and remind us that we are human.

Posted by: codecalla | January 5, 2016

The Moon

Reading the Tarot is a hobby of mine, but more than that, an exercise of mind and spirit.  The many sets of Tarot cards that I have gathered have beautiful artwork and stories to tell.  Sometimes they can soothe, at others they can force one to take a close look at their lives.  For a mindful life, how can we live in such a way that each day creates meaning?

Is it too exhausting to continue to seek meaning and live fully each day?  Perhaps if we don’t allow ourselves to recharge and find balance.

Reach into the wellspring and find the source.  The source is around and within and it will sustain you throughout the travails you may encounter.

Be thankful for the opportunity and the time you have.

Posted by: codecalla | December 31, 2015

Outlines

I usually create a rough sketch of what I want to have happen in the story, but then write with the moment.  I keep track of all the changes in plot on notes and try to organize around what feels right.

I recently read a book about Outlining Your Novel:  Map Your Way to Success by K.M. Weiland.  One of the more memorable quotes was about asking questions.  An outline is the “skeleton” and “what-if questions” are the flesh.  I think that is an interesting and creative method to create outlines.

The joy of writing is the details.  Why did I convince myself that it was a bother?  I love this kind of stuff.

Remembering what compels me to write and why I love it.

I geek out over boring mundane tasks because of the rewards and process and knowledge gained…like archaeology or science.  It’s a painstaking effort of many smaller tasks.

Write on…

Posted by: codecalla | December 23, 2015

Keeping it Simple

I collect writing books like memories.  They congeal in my overwrought and overworked brain and offer some semblance of a structure.  The ideas offer my poor writing secretary [in my brain] a chance to organize the information and file it away.

Then again, my physical self has been writing more internally.  In other words, the hands are not at the keyboard, so the “faucet” or “font of writing” is untapped.  Tapping at the keyboards to tap the ideas within.

Tapping reminds me of Magic The Gathering when cards are tapped or untapped and when the power doubles and grows so that you can power a cataclysmic spell upon your enemies.

Tapping reminds me of Ben Vereen and Dulé Hill.

And all of this cross referencing makes me forget to keep typing and tapping at the keyboard.

Words should dance across the page according to intent.  Words need choreography, structure, rhythm, and purpose.

Writing should be kept simple.  Start typing.  That’s it.

Posted by: codecalla | December 19, 2015

Geeking Out–Leia Unchained

There is a certain amount of pride associated with various fandoms, and I am no different.  I have many books, films, and television shows that I heartily adore.   Even if someone cannot understand the particular compelling aspect of a particular work, it matters not.  The story has touched someone in a way that is memorable.

Star Wars awaits.

Princess Leia was one of the first very strong female characters I remembered watching in a film.  She wasn’t just pretty.  She was smart, capable, and empathetic to the plight of her people.  She stood up to Darth Vader when she was horrifically outnumbered and likely set to die.  She did not waver in her convictions.

The infamous gold bikini, which is incredibly aesthetic and appealing, showed how all of her marvelous qualities as a leader and amazing person were overlooked.  Jabba dared to chain her until she fought back.

I feel as if Leia truly embodied the strength of a person determined to keep fighting for what she believed was right and who she loved.  The gold bikini, as beautiful as it was, epitomized the control of corrupt and short-sighted villains.  Leia was truly more than that.

Unfortunately, the gold bikini catapulted her into a sexual fantasy, which is fine, as long as she remains unchained.  Leia is strong, beautiful, and wise.  She deserves respect as well as appreciation.  They do not have to be mutually exclusive.

Leia challenges us to write better parts for all women, who want to fight and have strong convictions.  She is a role model.

I wonder how many compelling characters are written today for women, especially when it is easy to fall into the trap of writing to stereotype.

Is she a maiden, a fallen woman, a mother?  A spinster?

Stereotypes do a disservice to the idea of humanity.  Women and men are more than their genders or ideas about their genders.  I hope that we can find stories that challenge us and help us grow in our understanding of what it means to be human.

As for me, I’d like to be a bit more like Leia, gold bikini or traditional Senate robes.

 

Posted by: codecalla | November 14, 2015

Je t’aime Paris

When terrible things happen or when life doesn’t go the way we expect, how do we respond?  Do we shut down and continue to torture ourselves with the thoughts of “How horrible!” or keep re-running those images, thoughts, words constantly in an effort to really feel as down as we should?

How do we react to a crisis?  Calmly, rationally, compassionately?

Do we scream, throw tantrums, shake our fists?

I think a calm response can be more effective, even if our hearts are injured, grieving, and longing for relief.

If we continue to focus on all of the terrible events, we miss the beauty of people.

Paris is beautiful.  A handful of people committed an atrocious act, hurting many more, but Paris responded with open arms to those who are frightened, confused, and stranded.

Let us be kind to each other and remember our humanity.

Posted by: codecalla | October 18, 2015

Trust in the Universe

Recently many events have transpired to cause doubt, confusion, anger, and loss of hope.  How often do we tie our personal identity to the nature of the groups we belong?  When suddenly one of those groups collapses, what can we learn from the experience?

The phrase “Trust in the Universe” came from a standard shared meme, but it was also a phrase for consolation.  Despite the difficulties of the moment, of the age, or beyond, what can we learn from the experience or how can we grow and move beyond it?

How can we empower ourselves to reach out into the vast emptiness and find sustenance?  Many things are beyond our control, but we can learn and grow as people from them.  We still have free will in our responses and choices to grow, rather than stagnate in the deepest darkest sorrows.  I am not speaking of depression, anxiety, or any multitude of illnesses that need treatment, therapy, and you can’t just “choose” to get out of it, but how can we manage the every day perspective or person that we try to be?

Writing allows us to explore, create, and destroy universes at will.  Trust in the Universe.

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