A Case for Entitlement

Who me, entitled?  Never!
Who me, entitled? Never!

It is day-2 of my online blogging101 course and we are supposed to change, alter, or tweek our blog name and/or tagline.  Well B.U., I’m not going to do it. So there, I’ve said it! I have the right to do it my way and not your way. I am deserving, no not deserving, entitled to special treatment and privileges.

Why? What do you mean, why? Because I am me, of course. I am special. I am unique. I have a voice and well, there is only one Memee and she is me! If you don’t like it, well, that’s…

Wait, what’s that you just said? I don’t have to change anything if I don’t want to? All you are asking is that in order to complete my homework I simply need to pay attention to all of the instructions before beginning my blog post? Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?

What do you mean I should have already learned about reading all the instructions before beginning any new class assignment by the time I got through middle school? Who do you think you are, a university or something?

What’s that you say? What did I think B.U. stood for? Well, your name, I guess; why?

Oh, well now I feel stupid! B.U. Stands for Blogging University. Okay, well, let me begin my assignment again.

I am B.L. Memee and I have named my blog Memee’s Musings and I am sticking to it. Why I have that title for a blog of my personal thoughts is because, obviously, I am Memee and they are my thoughts. They are the musings my mind takes me on and I am simply releasing my thoughts “to paper” for personal posterity and allowing you to tag along with me. And, actually, I am kinda famous in my circles of people for emails that meander from topic-to-topic as my brain wizes and whorls from one thought to the next. I mean, I literally type what I am thinking in that moment (and sadly for my email recipient, without proper formatting) and oftentimes my thoughts will be interrupted by other thoughts by who other than myself. So Memee’s Musings is the title today, tomorrow and, well, until I have no more thoughts rapid-firing through the synapses of my brain.

Now as for the tagline.  It may be subject to change at some point but for now it simply states what my blog is about:  “Thoughts about life, death and the world around me.” It’s simple and accurate and for me even a little curious.

I guess that if you want to find out if I am going to change that tagline in the future, you will just have to become my minion.


God’s Child

Photo By Michael Woloszynowicz
Photo By Michael Woloszynowicz

God’s Child

The scent in the air as I watch
A plethora of snowflakes mesmerizing me
Raindrops dancing upon my roof and windstorms blowing
Across the fields and through the grasses
These are the things that call to me
Come and play, sing and dance
You are safe beneath the skies, within my arms

A giant moon watching over me
His friends, the stars, twinkle their consent
Sending me soft kisses and a warm embrace
For I am His child. For I am loved.

Doggy smiles with tails a-wag
Kittens purring against my breast
Babies laughter and a child’s hug
These are messages sent from Heaven above.

The ferns and mosses: sheltered, protected
With Redwood trees standing aloft
The warmth of the sand beneath my legs
And the sweet touch of summer showers
As they caress my cheeks, my face
The sight of lightening
The sound of thunder
These are the things that affirm to me
You are alive! You are free!

I Was Born of the Seed From a Banyan Tree

When we speak of people and their lives there is always a beginning to our story.  It is not the moment when we are first born that our life begins or even when the sperm first met the egg. Without even realizing we are doing so, we recognize subliminally that life for us began in spirit form, our soul existing without memory, without body.  We have all heard it and many of us have said it, “when you were just a twinkle in your mama’s eye;” but what if we were not speaking of mankind?  What if instead we were talking about some other type of noun: a person, a place or a thing?  Might it too have a beginning, a point at which its very existence began despite our inability to witness it with our eyes, hear it with our ears or touch it with our fingertips? Might the spontaneous glimpse or idea in our mind’s eye of a magnificent ship be the beginning of its existence before the inventor has put his pen to paper and began to sketch, before the champagne bottle is crushed against the hull and she is dubbed The Titanic?  I think so.  I think that everything has a beginning and I am not sure about whether anything has an end, a death.  I certainly believe we have a soul and find it difficult to not speculate that we live or experience multiple incarnations (as I would define life, life-after-death, et cetera). Continue reading