RAIN

CHEERS! BON JOUR! AND WHAT’S UP PEOPLES?

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“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.

NELSON MANDELA, December 5, 2013

WE LOVE YOU

WE LOVE YOU

By Melissa Flynn

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!

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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.

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“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.
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A few of my favorites.

So what are you thinking?

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

By Melissa Flynn

children are for teaching and watching them grow

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!

IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN

By Melissa Flynn


It is 2013, which just happens to be municipal elections year.

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.

Me On TV :)

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By Melissa Flynn

Hello There,

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:

http://www.wtnh.com/dpp/ct_style/wallingford-writers-community

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 schedulemelissa@melissaflynn.org or 203-707-3918.

P.S. In case you are wondering, I am still moving on–quite well. More exciting news soon.

WORDS TO REMEMBER, LITERALLY…

By Melissa Flynn

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Busy
Tired
Confused
Inspired
Home
Rowe
MA
Good
Inspirational Woman
May
WDRC
Shoulder
LWV
Embrace
The Sun
Sy Syfransky
Dent
Business Expo
Movers And Shakers, MAS
Moving On
Health and Wellness Symposium
Query
Agents
Memoir
Nervous
Happy
Love
Mommy

Just a few words while I’m moving on. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

DRIVING FORWARD

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Get Your Tickets Today!!!

Get Your Tickets Today!!!

By Melissa Flynn

Moving on does not have to mean action. My inaction can be considered progress. I’m still thinking. I’m still planning. I just need some time before I can put it all into action.

My constant exhaustion, pain and soreness has caused me to consider my mobility—action versus inaction. I’m stressed. I’m sleepy. I’m thirsty. Wine anyone? I seemed to have gotten sidetracked.

I believe I was discussing my moving on. The fact that I’m not out running a marathon doesn’t bother me much. If I were twenty years younger, maybe I would be upset. I’ve moved on from wanting to be in the WNBA. Just kidding. I don’t think it was a thing back in my day. I make myself sound old, huh? I’m not really that old. But believe me when I tell you, sometimes I feel as if I’m eighty.

Exercise and age aside, I’m moving on with my plan to share. I am moving on with my plan to spread the word. And I’m inviting you to spend a few hours in an environment guaranteed to bring people together.

DRIVING FORWARD:
A Seminar In Empowerment and Moving On

Sunday, 14th, July 2013
CoCo Key 3580 E. Main Street, Waterbury, CT 06705

WEEK 1
Starts: 4:00pm – Ends: 7:30pm

Speakers: Melissa Flynn
and

POET, ACTIVIST, MINISTER, CONSULTANT AND EDUCATOR

KEN BROWN

Sunday, 21st, July 2013
Omni Hotel 155 Temple Street, New Haven, CT 06510

WEEK 2
Starts: 4:00pm – Ends: 7:30pm

Speakers: Melissa Flynn
and

IVY-EDUCATED TRIAL ATTORNEY, HIGH-ALTITUDE MOUNTAINEER, PHOTOGRAPHER, SAILOR, RUNNER, CAREER COACH, AND AUTHOR

WALT HAMPTON

SEATING IS LIMITED!
GET YOUR TICKETS NOW!

Advanced Tickets: $25
At the Door: $35

Door prizes, Local Vendors, Giveaways, and a Raffle

[32” FLAT SCREEN TV AND BLURAY PLAYER]

Must be present to claim prize.
Phone: 203-707-3918
Fax: 203-303-7225

A PORTION OF THE PROCEEDS WILL GO TO FUNDING THE PEORA TYSON CANCER RESEARCH SCHOLARSHIP FUND (established to help a deserving student study oncology) In honor of my mother who died of cancer on Feb 28, 1996.

So get your tickets now. Call, email or fax to request a guest registration form. Or you can click on this link and buy a ticket online. Tickets for Driving Forward may be purchased at: https://july2013.ticketbud.com/maomdfs .

You can also call us and pay with a credit card over the phone. Or we can snail mail you a guest registration form. It’s all pretty simple. We believe in giving you options.

First you buy your tickets. Then spread the word to your friends, family, colleagues and group members.

And if anyone has a book or business that they would like to promote/sell, we still have a few vendor tables available. Just ask and I can send you the form.

Also, there is always room for one more sponsor.

For any forms, email movingontoinspire@gmail.com. You can also call 203-707-3918 or fax us at 203-303-7225.

See you soon, as we move on, hand and hand.

WHAT?

Stuck

We need a heat wave.

We need a heat wave.

By Melissa Flynn

Ok. I’m so tired. I’m achy. My brain is overloaded. And I’m tired.

Why are you supposed to care, you ask? You aren’t. I’m venting, as we women like to do. There was no one around to vent to. So I let my fingers do the talking, as they say. Or is it “fingers do the walking?” I’m not sure, but I think you get my point.

Anyway, I came to the realization that I’m getting older. I saw another gray hair. It was small, but it was there. I’m going to be just like Dionne Warwick and Jamie Lee Curtis; I’m going to gray gracefully.

I feel as if people try halting old age. You can be gray and vibrant just as well as you can have no gray and be vibrant. I just don’t see a purpose in hiding my gray hair.

So when I turn 60, I’m sure that I will be fully gray. If I’m not, feel free to call me on it. I hereby swear to not dye my grays. This doesn’t mean that I won’t get highlights, from time to time.

If anyone is wondering what all this has to do with me ‘moving on,’ I will explain. It’s actually really simple. As I move on, I’ve got all kinds of crazy stuff going through my head. I always find it easier to get it out—write it down. I didn’t say it fixes anything. It just makes it easier.

So as I get old, grow and get ‘gray-er,’ I shall share.

The Blizzard of 2013 has locked me indoors. What better time than this to share? Don’t get me wrong. There are people outside working on clearing a path. But my only current option is to climb out a window and scale the roof. My ailments have ruled that out as a real plan.

So I read, clean, write, clean, email, eat, play with my hair and watch British television. I love hulu.com and Acorn TV.

How can I move on, when I can’t get out? LOL. This is where the sharing thing comes back in. I need to share—to vent. Everyone has their methods. Feel free to try out some of mine, or just test some of your own.

“What works for me may not work for you. But if you keep at it, what works for you will become evident.” A quote from a speech of mine.

I’m not sure why it bothers me to be stuck in the house because of the snow. Most weekends, I’m in working anyway. I guess it’s the idea of my options being limited to indoor activities.

There is a chance that my week could start without me. It’s Sunday, and my Wednesday meeting has already cancelled. Maybe we can be like school. Have make-up days. If I miss everything from Monday to Wednesday, I can make them all up in June.

That sounds great. I will wake up tomorrow and start calling my bill collectors. Got to get them ‘up’ on the new plan.

Wait. Do my bill collectors have to sign off on it before it’s a plan? Naw. It’s my plan. I’m the one moving on.
So everyone out there, make your own plan.

“It’s never too late! Get out [I mean figuratively, not literally, of course, if you live in New England]! Get up! Be productive!” Just something I heard Melissa Flynn say along the way.

Oh wait! That’s me again. 🙂

Dear Angels:

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A statement to the Newtown Angels By Melissa Flynn (Cheshire, CT)

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.