Rain. Water. Tears. Fears. Frustration. Anger. Clouds. Heaven?
Rain. Water. Tears. Fears. Frustration. Anger. Clouds. Heaven?
“So what brings you to London,” said a local shopkeeper.
“I have always wanted to come, so I did.”
How cool is that? If only my mom were alive. I imagine she is up there saying, “That’s my Melissa baby.”
There is so much to see, to learn, and to explore. And my running tale was that I wanted to sneak in to have tea with the Queen. She seems like such a nice older woman.
Remember the couple who crashed the party at the White House? Well, that was going to be me at the Palace. I didn’t have it in me. Maybe next time.
If it worked out, I would have shared my experiences from an English jail. LOL. They would have understood, right? I am an American. I am curious about how they live. I also have a few questions for the Queen.
And since I am back in the states, I can say anything that I want. J
Naw, I’ll leave it alone.
Seriously, though, London was a cool place. Many parts reminded me of the Big Apple. The main difference was the architecture. Interesting buildings. And I loved the double decker buses. Melissa is on the move.
Yep. That’s me. I am the one moving on. That means that as life darkens, I keep pointing my little flashlight along the path. I am determined to see, and so I shall.
One Saturday, as I drove to Costco to get a prescription and some bananas, something came to me. I was smiling. I was hopeful. I was looking forward to the future.
It was a weird feeling. I almost felt as if I should have called my doctor. I realized that I was happy.
It was 16° F. I was exhausted. My right & left shoulder, right hand, left ankle, back, sinuses, head, left leg, and upper tooth were aching profusely. I missed my son. But I was happy—for the moment.
Moments of depression always come and go. A few things were beginning to look up.
I was scared. I was alone. I was lonely. But I was happy.
A part of my happiness could have been my planned trip. What do you think?
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For those of you who read the February Movers And Shakers, I guess I owe you an explanation. I promised to explain more about my ride—the ride of my life.
A man on the Eiffel Tower noticed that I was afraid of heights. Though the view was more than breathtaking, my knees shook as I tried to get closer to the edge. Even today—weeks later—I still feel as if it were all a dream. Life has truly taken its shots at me in the past few years. It makes you lose hope.
The man who spoke to me seemed friendly. He told me that he was from Wales—another place that I must see someday. After chatting for a bit and taking in a few sights, he told me that he was having lunch and then going for a boat tour. I walked around the tower, found a shop, bought a couple of things, found the loo and ran into him again. He was looking for the first floor. I tried to help. It wasn’t as simple as it would seem.
Long story short, we had lunch in the Eiffel Tower restaurant, went on a boat tour together, took a walk for a bit, and had a beer and wine in a small café. We talked about me going shopping for a while. We talked about me catching my train. There was a bit of confusion with the London/Paris time difference; I wasn’t sure if my ticket was in London time or Paris time.
Before long, it was time that I got a taxi to the tube station. He hailed me a taxi, and got in with me. As we rode and embraced each other, he continued nudging the driver to go faster. When we arrived at the station, he tried getting directions to the Eurostar gate. Someone mentioned a lift. We looked around and saw no lift. Frantically searching, I tried not to scream while he stayed composed.
Who knows what the future holds for me and my friend. What I do know is that my recent experiences have taught me that we should never close our hearts. In recent years, I have been somewhat pessimistic when it came to relationships.
Guess what everyone? The cliché is possible. Love at first sight is possible. Do you know how I know? Well……………….
It has happened to me.
Yep, I’m moving on. In what direction, I’m not sure. I will get back to you on that one.
Justice, Peace and Love. That is what he was all about.
Nelson Mandela. A man I never met, but I am feeling the loss. All I can hope for is that he knows what his sacrifices meant to me.
And though I have vowed to help others, in any way that I can, my heart feels as if it needs to do more.
Tell me what to do. Tell me if I am falling short. Tell me what I am supposed to tell my neighbors.
The only solace that I can find in his passing is that my mother will have her chance to say hello. I imagine them sitting to talk and have tea. I imagine my mom putting gel from her aloe plant on his scrapes and bruises. I imagine her pulling out her pictures and telling him about her kids.
I imagine them becoming friends!
So here I share some of Mandela’s quotes. They are words that spoke to me. And so I share them with you. Read and share with your friends and loved ones.
And remember that we are all people, and should work together.
“It always seems impossible until it’s done.” – Nelson Mandela
“Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.” – Nelson Mandela
Our children are our greatest treasure. They are our future. Those who abuse them tear at the fabric of our society and weaken our nation. – National Men`s March, 1997
“What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.” – 90th birthday celebration of Walter Sisulu, Walter Sisulu Hall, Johannesburg, 18 May 2002
“For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.” – Long Walk to Freedom
The time is always right to do right. – Nelson Mandela, “The 100 Best Things Ever Said by Men” in South Africa’s Men’s Health magazine, February 2002
“I am fundamentally an optimist. Whether that comes from nature or nurture, I cannot say. Part of being optimistic is keeping one’s head pointed toward the sun, one’s feet moving forward. There were many dark moments when my faith in humanity was sorely tested, but I would not and could not give myself up to despair. That way lays defeat and death.”
When I walked out of prison, that was my mission, to liberate the oppressed and the oppressor both.
I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.
A few of my favorites.
So what are you thinking?
By Melissa Flynn
In the midst of everything going on, people seem to feel it necessary to carry on their craziness.
A Danbury, CT professor was arrested in New York. He traveled to a 15-year-old’s house to have sex with her. Let’s forget for a minute that he obviously thought he would get away with it. But let’s look at the fact that he must have deemed it morally and legally okay to do.
Well I am here to tell him that it is not okay. I do not know what is wrong in his little brain. But there is obviously something wrong.
And if I am offending some people, I really don’t care. Why can’t people see that committing such crimes hurts us all? It stunts our future.
LEAVE OUR CHILDREN ALONE!
By Melissa Flynn
Is your town/city running elections next week?
Are you registered to vote? Do you know who is running?
Have you researched their views and background? Do you normally vote?
Oddly enough, local elections always get a lower turnout than the gubernatorial or Presidential elections. Look folks. These elections affect you more. They help to determine your town taxes, school budgets and many other local issues related to your family’s daily life.
So get out on November 5th and cast your vote. And for those who cannot get out, call your local Registrar of Voters office and inquire how to make your vote count.
I do not care what party you support. I am just a strong believer in exercising rights.
I recently heard someone say that communities work better when we work together. I can’t remember who said it, but I could not have said it better.
See you all soon.
Life is full. Life is busy. My body aches. My mind is weary.
I feel like I am writing a poem, but I’m not. Sometimes I begin thinking and my thoughts seem poetic. It’s just the artist in me.
I love reading. I love writing. I love words. What do you love?
Call me weird if you like. I am okay with weird. We are all weird in our own way. You must agree. Right?
Even if you don’t, it’s true. Differences are what make the world go around. I just wish those differences didn’t have to cause our Government to shut down. How crazy is that. Right?
National parks are closed. People are being sent home from work. People are being turned away when trying to visit a monument. Parking lots are closed.
Here’s an interesting question. If the parks and monuments are closed, because they are not paying the employees, how are the guards getting paid?
If the government is closed, why do the Senators, Representatives, Cabinet members and President still get paid?
I’m just asking. If a small business owner closed his or her doors to the public, without honoring its previous obligations, the owner would be chastised, tarred and feathered.
What is the government’s punishment for their behavior? How do we as taxpayers get repaid for their noncompliance of our trust?
I’m just asking. Not that anyone will answer me. Will you? Will they?
We all deserve a response. Our country is such a mess.
Yes people, we do disagree on things. We do have opposite opinions on things. But as a nation we must learn to compromise with each other.
How do you think other countries are looking at us now? “Those crazy Americans. Look at them. Ha, ha, ha!”
Here is a note, specifically for the President.
Dear President Obama,
I voted for you both times, even though it was more because of there not being any other good choice. Regardless of that, I gave you my trust. I had hope.
Please guide our leaders. Please show them the way. Isn’t that your job? I’m not being rude. I’m just asking.
How can our nation improve? How can we grow? How will our economy get better if our government is shut down?
I am utterly confused right now. Please help me to understand.
Your Sister-in-arms and U.S. citizen (I have the birth certificate to prove it),
I know he will never read this. I am just venting. Try it. It helps me. Now I can move on. Now I can just wait and see what they do. Not that we have a choice. Horrible. Isn’t it?
So, as I stress and ponder, I move on. I advise you to do the same.
By Melissa Flynn
I have been meaning to write more, but life is keeping me busy. I do promise to keep you updated more often. So bear with me while I get caught up on some things. In the meantime, I’d like to share a few bits of information with you.
We Connecticut artist have decided to put on a show case for the public. Admission is free. Parking is free. And the refreshments are free. What more could you ask for?
Below I have included a recent press release. And for a special on air invitation, click on this link:
I joined CT Style for lunch and took along some books and a painting to share with the viewers.
I look forward to seeing you all there.
Announcing the 1st Semi-Annual Free Local Artist Showcase:
An Opportunity to Meet Authors
Presented by Wallingford Writer’s Community
The Wallingford Writer’s Community (WWC) presents the free Artist Showcase, which takes place on August 10, 2013 from 12:30 pm to 2:45 pm at The Sandman Gallery and Frame Shoppe, located at 14 West Main Street in the heart of downtown Meriden. Authors will read excerpts and offer books have books for sale. Attendees can browse tables during the event and light refreshments will be served. For questions, call Melissa (WWC Chair) at 203-707-3918.
The Artist Showcase is a rare opportunity for the public to meet local authors who will introduce and share excerpts from their work. Other art forms will also be displayed. Come, read, share, listen and let us all enjoy art in many forms.
The event is designed to make local artists and their work more accessible to the public. Diverse art forms and book genres will include Fiction and Non-fiction: thriller, mystery, romance, paranormal historical, young adult, how-to and much more. Guests are sure to find something appealing.
Wallingford Writer’s Community members meet regularly at the Wallingford Public Library to share and discuss their work.
Join them on Saturday, August 10, 2013 from 12:30 pm to 2:45 pm at The Sandman Gallery and Frame Shoppe (sandmangallery.com), 14 West Main Street, Meriden. Free parking available at nearby lots.
Refer all artist questions to Melissa Flynn at email@example.com or 203-707-3918.
P.S. In case you are wondering, I am still moving on–quite well. More exciting news soon.
By Melissa Flynn
Movers And Shakers, MAS
Health and Wellness Symposium
Just a few words while I’m moving on. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
I am so sorry. I am sorry that you had to leave us so soon. I am sorry that our world is filled with so many troubled souls.
Please know that you will be remembered, always. And as I move on in my life, I will think of the day that you left us as a day for us to learn from.
It is unfortunate that we need such hard lessons in life. It is unfortunate that you are not by our sides.
We never met, but I love you just the same. The tears that I have shed for you, and will continue to shed for you, are necessary tears. We must all shed a few tears before we can get to the next step in our process—our education of life.
You were our future. And with you gone, the path looks grim. But if those of us who are left can pull together, things will begin to illuminate.
Some feel it necessary to stay tuned to the noise of all the news. I, like many others, am spending my time trying to help in some way. So when I come home to meet you, I can tell you of how we made things better. I can tell you of how we put things in place, in order to deter the troubled ones from hurting others.
I find peace in knowing that you have moved on to a better place. And I pray that your families can too find peace again. I pray that they will reach out to the rest of us when they need a helping hand.
Please forgive us, Little Angels. And tell the Heroes that went home with you that they are loved and missed also.
By Melissa Flynn
I’ve decided to move on without teeth. Confused? Yeah, it’s just that I’m no good with them. As a child, I could eat whatever I wanted, open bottles and miss a floss here and there without my teeth falling out.
You are probably wondering what I am talking about. I feel like it was just last month that I bit into that gummi bear and heard a crunch—actually it was about 6 months ago. The other day, I went into the refrigerator for a drink. I thought, “Mmm, cold Cranberry Ginger ale, this is going to be good.” Little did I know, but my strength was not what it used to be.
So, there I was twisting and turning. I was, as they say, giving it the ‘ole college try. Yet, still no luck. So, I figured I could just twist it with my teeth. Crunch. Crackle. And no, it wasn’t the cereal with the commercial that goes Snap, Crackle, and Pop. I looked at the bottle top and there was a crack. Okay. No worries. The next thing I knew, it felt like there was a small pebble on my tongue. Shit. It was a piece of my tooth.
Needless to say, I now have another reason to see the dentist. I hate going to the dentist. First, there is the fact that it always hurts more after they are done. Second, I’m usually at least $500 poorer once I leave. Seeing that this tooth is in the front of my mouth, I’ve decided to let it go for a while. For the next few weeks or so, I will be eating oatmeal, soup, apple sauce, bread and maybe a stiff drink here and there. And if anyone knows a good, cheap—okay, not cheap, but inexpensive—dentist…
I wish someone had told me that dealing with life’s issues would be this hard, especially when you don’t have any dental insurance. And, as many may be, I am waiting to see how the new medical reform will help my situation.
Personally, I think my situation is hopeless. Is there a medical plan that allows you to do a full body scan for all broken bones and torn ligaments and tendons? If so, I need that. Is there a medical plan that allows me to see every type of doctor that is out there? Okay, because I will probably need that also. I might sound a bit dramatic. I really could use a vacation. So, if anyone has any free tickets to anywhere outside of the Northeastern region, I want to go. I really need to get away from me. That reminds me.
About a month ago, I came to the conclusion that we all need to reboot every once and a while. And people, I am not talking about rebooting your computers. Whether or not it is a spa day, a dinner out or a movie with a friend, we all must remember that sometimes it is good to get away from ourselves.
So, as I, once again, watched an October storm make its mark, I put together a new list of priorities.
October 2012’s New List of Priorities
I’m sure you can see the theme here. Many people, like me, have a habit of staying so focused on trying to accomplish something in life that we forget to do things to take care of ourselves. For example, even on the days that I can afford to eat :), I many times forget to eat. I’m always so concerned with how I’m going to pay my bills. This economy has even forced me to think about how I will survive at 65 or 70 years old. That used to be the least of my concerns. But, being single, I realized I needed to start planning.
So, in between taking care of me—eating, sleeping more, getting a Mani/Pedi, going on a vacation with you, and going to a movie sometime—and rebooting–I also have to figure out who gets all my books when I am gone.
When I was a teenager, I couldn’t wait to get older—just to be able to make my own choices. If I knew that meant I was going to have to pay my own bills and take the car to get an oil change, I would have told my mom that I didn’t want to get older. I’m not sure that was an option, but a girl can dream.
So, here I am in 2012. I wake up every day, and I keep trying to make things work. No matter what life throws at me, I will keep ‘moving on’ to bigger and better things. You can ask why, if you’re curious. And I will tell you, “Because that’s what we women do.” So, as soon as I get this tooth taken care of, I will try that rebooting thing and get back to you. And, if any of you have time to try it before then, please let me know how it works out.
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