Indigo Rant: Critics

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You’re so vain …..

I bet you think this post is about you..Perhaps it is..If you see yourself in the forthcoming words, don’t be alarmed, just listen…

Ronald Reagan once said “I don’t pay much attention to critics.

The world is divided into two kinds of people:

Those who can and those who criticize.”

No truer words were ever spoken by anyone.  The fact that it comes from someone I disagreed with politically and morally do not take away from the wisdom of those words.

It seems that where there is art and where there are artists and creative types there are a few critics hanging around.  I guess that makes sense, for how could a critic be a critic without something or someone to criticize. Usually critics have trouble with the creation process themselves, they tend to resent those for whom creativity comes naturally.

These people are usually bright and scholarly. Some have impressive degrees and credentials but one can’t just acquire creativity so easily and so shallowly.  Creativity cannot be taught by convention and laws and whatever someone said before.  Creativity is from the heart.  From the soul itself and everything that is the essence of a person; all the beauty and the ugliness. 

It could be some cannot bare to give a long hard look at themselves.  Maybe it’s ego? It would be easy to think these critical types would have enormous egos but it may be quite the opposite.  I think that criticism….I’m talking about unconstructive criticism, not anyone trying to be helpful but someone who is trying to be hurtful.  A petty spiteful kind of criticism, I think that kind of criticism shows in a profound manner, the character of the one who’s criticizing.

I feel I must say something to these people, these critics, why leave it all to Ronnie Baby.  So here it goes…

I have a little advice for Mr. and/or Ms. Critical.  Free your Mind.  Acknowledge the fact that you do not know everything about everything. I don’t know if you are bored or angry or lonely or whatever, I do know that your kind destroys what it does not understand in its quest for its posession. 

For my friend,  You do not possess creativity or the appreciation of it.  It possesses you. Learn it, know it, feel it.  Perhaps you may join the world of those who contribute, we would love to have you

Wishing you well…

Strawberryindigo.

When it Rains it Pours

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My life in color has sure proven “more colorful” indeed.  To say that last week was a bad week would be an extreme understatement.  Last week was horrid, it was the week from hell and I’m glad it’s finally over…

In a wisp of a second, just like THAT. Life can turn on a dime. 

There I am sitting high on top of a mountain, my head in the clouds. I am looking to the sky and shouting; “Life is great!”  I am invincible.  I am full of magic and I can do anything!  The day is long and warm and full of sun.  Its seems it never will end and then…. it does.

The harsh wind of reality blows in, it’s freezing cold.  It raps at my door and knocks it down. BAM!  Once, twice, three times. It cuts, each as deep as the next and I’m left wondering “What the hell was That?”

It seems to be raining on my parade at the moment and when it rains it pours.  One piece of bad news after another, Like tsunamis hitting my beaches.  I am torn and battered.  My coastline has taken quite a beating.  I will survive but I cannot help but wonder “What’s next?”

I pride myself in my ability to stay calm and rational in a crisis. I like to think of myself as the voice of reason in a sea of emotional wrecks.  I still am calm, even seemingly emotionless about my sudden change of fortune but on the inside I suffer. I am human after all.

Over this “Week from Hell” I have acquired another funny little quirk to add to my list of funny little quirks.  I literally have a pain in my neck and its all in my head.  Oh yes.  apparently I am one of “those people” now. I do have to say in my defense, without going into any detail, that the stuff I am dealing with now would scare the bejesus out of the toughest of us. 

I know that nothing lasts forever, and that it’s always darkest before the dawn and all that. I will persevere because I believe I will. That is not the question nor was it when this odyssey began.  The question in my mind isn’t “Why?’  I know there is no answer to that question.  My question is “What.”

What have I learned from all this?   What could someone possibly learn from these unfortunate twists and turns of fate?  I grappled with this for days.  I paced. I drank lots of coffee and I thought.  My ego would like to tell you the brilliance of my mind came up with the answer, but the honesty of my heart cannot tell a lie. For it was not me.

There is someone I know, we are partners in woe but his woe is worse than mine. He has picked this time to undergo the greatest challenge anyone can undergo;  The challenge to conquer himself.  I am very much impressed and inspired by this act and more importantly by this person.

I think this quote really fits;

“Times of Trouble best discover the true worth of a man.”

                                  **Thomas à Kempis**

and

“When we are strong, we are always much greater than the things that happen to us.”        **Thomas Merton**

I now know the true meaning of these true ideas because of this inspiring person. I couldn’t be more proud of anyone for anything.

You are my hero, M.M. and this I shout to the world!


KEEP THE FAITH

Strawberryindigo.

 

Totally Awesome Top Ten Sci-Fi Movie List

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Top Ten lists; Love them or hate them?  You’ll LOVE these…

M.M. and I have been working hard and burning the midnight oil.  Sitting in the dark and watching some great movies.  Each of us have come up with our top ten Science Fiction movie picks of all time.

We totally recommend these superb movies in this awesome genre….And now without further ado, I present THE LISTS…

M.M’s top ten Sci-Fi Screen Gems

  1. Forbidden Planet (1956) 

  2. The Time Machine (1960)

  3. The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

  4. The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951)

  5. Alien (1979)

  6. Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan (1982)

  7. Planet of the Apes (1968)

  8. Avatar (2009)

  9. Fantastic Voyage (1966)

  10. Superman (1978)

Strawberryindigo’s Fave Sci-fi flicks
  1. Avatar (2009)
  2. The Terminator (1984) & Terminator 2 (1991)
  3. The Day The Earth Stood Still (1951)
  4. The Time Machine (1960)
  5. Planet of The Apes (1968)
  6. Alien (1979) & Aliens (1986)
  7. Mars Attacks! (1996)
  8. Fantastic Planet (1973)
  9. Metropolis (1927)

Check out some or all of these terrific movies.  Sit back and enjoy some of the wonders of the human imagination… and pass the popcorn, please.

See any of your favorites here?  Did we hit it dead on or did we totally miss the boat?   What are your favorite Science Fiction movies?

Let me Know…STRAWBERRYINDIGO>

Autumn’s Light

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There is a certain magic in this time of year.  A wild little whimsy of hope and a tinge of excitement at what adventure the future may bring.  There is a crispness in the air that is fresh and clean and fills me with inspiration.  To me, Autumn  signals a new start, a fresh beginning.  It’s the time to wake up from the haze and laze of summer.

 The dappled sunlight of the dewy morning dances and delights on the amber trees.  The sky is a deep blue and the clouds are soft and cool. I sit quietly under the laurel tree and watch the flourish of life before me. 

The very soil itself teems with life, down to the very microscopic. A seemingly endless variety of insects, crawlers and walkers and flyers.  White butterflies cavort among the Asters.   Attracted by the pineapple sage in the corner, Ruby throated Hummingbirds dart in and out. The crows atop the Jack pine stare down in defiance and call to me. I laugh at them and continue on my way. 

The cats follow me around as I do the watering.  Soon the rains will come and this chore will become a distant memory; something I complain about now but I will miss come January.   

The enormous sugar maple in the distance wears the first few signs of the season. There is a richness that runs through this time of the year. Like a deep and vibrant jewel.  I hold it up to the light and its exquisite beauty stuns me. 

This is one of my favorite times of the year and its easy to see why. I breathe in the moment and plan to hold it forever…

Happy Autumn!

Strawberryindigo. 

And here’s to you, Mr. Starbucks

I must confess; at one time I was a latte whore.  I didn’t care where I got it or how I got It, as long as I got my Chai latte.  It is a weakness of mine that I enjoy, this love for Chai latte; it was love at first sip and its been going strong for a few years.

At first it was a no-brainer; there was no question as to where to get this coveted drink of mine..Starbucks.  This is the place for me, I decided.  It’s a bit corporate, but so what? I know what I’m getting there.

At Starbucks everyone seems so upwardly mobile, so cute in their colorful new clothes..people with jobs and busy lives.  Even the slackers types were busy clicking away with the free Wi Fi.  Everyone was happy and smiled and were friendly.  I guess that is easy to do when you have a job and extra money for fancy coffees.

I like the music in Starbucks, they play all types.  It is the only place where I will hear old jazz tunes from the 40′s my eclectic taste perks to attention on that….Billie Holiday and caffeine?  What more do you want?

We started to frequent a particular one, M.M. and I.  It seemed the lattes were extra good over there.   Frothy and creamy with a swirl of spicy…I am in Latte heaven!

One bright late summer morning last year something happened that at first didn’t seem so bad but then as time went on it got worse.  What I am talking about here doesn’t  sound so bad until you’ve lived it…I really don’t want to offend anyone by what I say.  Especially this group of people but in order I tell my story I must…

I can’t put it any other way than this; It was the cops.  We would walk in and there they were, a pack of them. At first I thought; cool, I have always thought of the police as people too, and I have always appreciated the risks they take everyday for us.  I am not a criminal, I have no record and I should have nothing to fear from the police. They are brave men and women who serve and protect……….but quite the suspicious bunch.

 I felt it right away.  I looked at them as people, they looked at me like a criminal.  I am really very harmless looking, I bet most of them could take me in a fight.  It’s obvious.  So I am surprised when one looks at me like a potential threat.  I suppose they are trained to  be like that, and it’s probably necessary in their book.  But I can’t help but be uncomfortable. 

It is this reason why they are a “they” and everyone else, including the criminals and me are: “We.”  It is also the reason we tried a new place down the street; A laid-back appearing hippie type establishment by the name of Tom and Mary’s.  A picture of Tom and Mary graced the sign out front, they looked so nice.. I liked them instantly, even before we met.  There was tie-dye everywhere and plastic chairs to sit on.  The inside looked like the outside but I thought; so what. 

No more cops and no more corporate guilt.  I am on the edge now, part of the anti establishment crowd …. A latte revolutionist!  Aha!

It was a bit downhill after that though; Tom appeared at least twenty years older in person than he did on the sign.  He didn’t smile or even look at us at all.  He muttered at us while Mary made the lattes.  She wasn’t much friendlier.  M.M.’s attempts at some sort of witty banter with her fell flat.  We could tell she didn’t take fools gladly. Mary was not the laid back hippie princess on the sign, she was a mean old witch.  Yikes!  The lines on her face told the story.

The place was empty and silent as a tomb.   A pimply toucan faced man with a tiny little dog walked in and chatted it up with Tom and Mary who, apparently liked him better than us.  I got the impression that this place didn’t cotton to outsiders who looked like Starbucks people.  I think it was my purple lipstick and Prada bag but I didn’t feel a part of the whole groove anymore.. My dreams of being a revolutionist dashed, I sighed and tried the drink.  It was good, I wanted it to be damn awful, I wanted to spit it out and run back to Starbucks. right then and there. 

We went back a couple of times but could no longer stand it. I am glad to say we returned to  the corporate giant and then I understood the reason for some of their success.  A Smile. The people at Starbucks seemed friendlier and happier. We told those kind people of our ordeal and they welcomed us back with open arms.

And the cops?  They seemed friendlier and happier too.  And different.  Two lady cops at the back booth last time.  I secretly drank a toast to justice and lattes and the two ladies in blue totally ignored us.

Have an excellent day!

Strawberryindigo.

 

The word

Ever since I was a young child that could grip a pencil, I wrote;  scraps and pieces and this and that.  For the most of the last decade, I have not had much time to write.  I was too busy being a mom, but now as my kids grow older, I have more time to pursue my dream of being a writer. 

I believe the time is right for me, I am old enough to have built a library of experiences, wise enough to use them and young enough to be able to use them.

 I believe in the power of words and the power of words to change the world. The world is a big place but there are a lot of words.  Words can unite people. A well-crafted story can take the reader on a journey they couldn’t have gone on otherwise.  I myself have lived many lives through the eyes of another by reading a good book or story…or a good blog.

Just last night I visited the blog of an individual who was not only a talented writer but someone who had a story to tell of a life that I am not well versed in. Through the words of that person I got a small glimpse into a life I wouldn’t have known.  A unique view.  I came away feeling enriched and inspired.

I was inspired enough to ask myself  “Why am writing, what is my message?”  There is no denying that I am compelled to write and now that I am doing it regularly, I feel uneasy and unsettled when I don’t.   Writing has become a part of me that I cannot live without. It is the air that I breathe and it has taken my soul.

I can pour my thoughts out on paper in a way I never could by just speaking.  The more I write, the easier it comes and the more I can produce at a given time.

I am a private and solitary person. I suffer from some social phobias and generally I have found much difficulty in communicating orally.  The written word gives me an outlet to the outside world.

I want to someday inspire others with my words, inspire the good to be great and the bad to be better… perhaps save the world a bit here or there.. a tiny bit of it or myself, anyway.  The world is a big place and I am but one person… I do dream. It may be stupid and it may be futile, but it is better to dream than to not to. So…here I am dreaming and writing away….And wishing you a…

 

Good Night….    Strawberryindigo.