Paul's Corner

Yes, Paul, and to that thought I just got back from my first ballet class. I don't think I have ever been that bad at anything in my entire life. But the school hasn't refused to take for a second so, back I go. Thanks.

Dennis

I've been getting the most encouraging fortunes in my cookies lately, but the last one was a surprise. "A fool at fourty is a fool indeed." (who the heck writes these things?). I just happen to be fourty, but I don't feel too foolish. I'm taking a free business seminar and applying to the top graduate sculpture program in the US (according to "News and World Report" as well as some instructors I quized). Cross all those PC fingers. They only take 12 grad students a year. Maybe I'm dreaming too big, but big dreams motivate me and this particular one can provide important feedback on my career in fine art. There was a time when I forgot how to dream and I was truly miserable, but I agree with you Paul. I've never been more unhappy than when I had a dream and didn't chase it.
Here's to catching our dreams and the abundance that can bring!!!!

Goodnight Grandma, Love Whit

Paul, thanks for another inspiring poem. My dreams for my life are coming along, but my nighttime dreams are all about struggle. That's what mot enough time to think and too much stress will do to you, I guess.

Whitney, we're in your corner! Tell us more about the school and what you hope to achieve.

Dennis, who cares how bad you thought you were. Chances are, you were being way too tough on yourself. And, even if you're right, you have no place to go but up. Happy feet!!!

Peter, I'm looking forward to reading your book, if you decide to publish. I predict a good audience for it in the U.S. And thanks for your good wishes in the last thread. As others were saying, there are just those turbulent times that you need to ride out and this is one of those demanding periods in my life. Fortunately, I think things will start to calm down next month. I can hold on.

Jacob send thanks for birthday wishes to Sally, Grandma Mill, Innussiq, Evelyn, Kei, Tim, and Sherrlyn. And Sherrlyn, Jacob did have cake and ice cream as did Allan and I; but the kids who came to his party said cake is too sweet! Say what? What's the matter with kids these days, huh?

Greetings to Dalia.

Evelyn, so glad you're enjoying your work. Your joy leaps off the screen. And thanks for your good wishes, too.

Katalina, the bad drivers in California scare the beejeebers out of me. I'm worried for myself, my husband and everyone else I know and love, but even more so for my son who now has a learners permit. Holy cow! Our valley has lost so many young people to auto accidents that the city council recently approved a memorial wall to be created in their memory in our newest city park. I'm not going to vote for Arriana Huffington for governor (whenever that vote will happen), but she's spot on in her case against SUVs. I call them FUVs because that is the attitude I see coming at me from behind the wheel of those gas-guzzlers. The traffic signal wasn't working today at a major intersection and I was the only driver who stopped to let a blind woman with her seeing eye dog cross the damned street without trying to drive around her. Got beeped at by the guy behind me in... an FUV.

Good night hugs to ya'll!

Love,

Diane

how could we go on without our dreams? they refresh and fill the soul, they give us hope and sustain us through the drudge days...never let me be disenchanted or lose hope

petey, write that book, whit, you've begun your journey (actually think you started it with your visit to granny mil), timmer and dennis, keep those dancing feet moving, diane, it'll all come together, you've got your wonderful family - nothing else matters at the end of the day

later all

O sonho que faz o homem
do homem se faz a criança...
sem sonhos não nos projetamos
sem sonhos não vivemos...

Relax Paul
(KiSseS)
:P

your dreams let the people meet you
yor dreams let I met you, even so far...really really far!
We like u cause of yor dreams...

(I hope you understand my english...my dream is learn it)
:P

The voice inside dreams out loud
I am focus on what I am after
My key to the next open chapter
Cause I found a way to steel the sun from the sky
Long live that day that I decided to fly from the inside

“Fly From The Inside” by Shinedown

This is the last song I heard when I got out of my car to go to work this evening and now it’s stuck in my head. It may or may not relate to the subject at hand but it’s that kind of a day/night for me.

Peace

Good morning, Whit, and all my dears...

"Dream, when you're feeling blue,
Dream, that's the thing to do,
Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air,
You'll find your share of memories there,
So dream when the day is through,
Dream, and they might come true,
Things never are as bad as they seem,
So dream, dream, dream."
(Ella Fitzgerald at her best.)

Love,

Grandma

....words and music by Johnny Mercer....

Grandma

Hello to all!

Hey grandma.......luv to ya............those words are great.If you put them together with Paul's thoughts,sprinkled with a little bit of blue dog words of wisdom, you've got a meal. Food for thought.

Hey paul, bluedog and grandma.......... when you're right, you're right!

In Paul's words from the movie Joseph:
"Yes, yes, we can't have that!"

Dare to dream! (I'm dreaming.............)

Wishing all a Happy Day at the corner! smoochess! :-)

Keisha

Hey Guys! It's me again!

I was thinking about Pauls thoughts and the other thoughts posted here, and I know when I get down,I like to listen to the song by Lee Ann Wolmack, "I hope you dance" I really wanted to share this with you all. This is something to think about (really think about the lyrics)and I hope it makes you dance! Follow you dreams! Follow your heart! :-D

I Hope You Dance
by: Lee Ann Wolmack

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give fate the fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small when you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith the fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

Smooches!:-D
Keisha!

Hey to all the PC
special hi to Evelyn, Whit, Diane and Inn! :)

I find Paul's poem timely, motivational and encouraging.
I'm undergoing some professional change right now in my life - something I am usually super careful with because I am a self-provider and also strongly identify with whatever work I'm doing...and as I get older, I seem to care a lot
about security, and that can maybe even temporarily get in the way of
taking those "leaps of faith" or risks in making
big changes. However, some change is necessary for our sanity and happiness and of course, following our dreams or our bliss, I think.
In this case, it is this way for me.

I think I feel most alive when I am taking those leaps (of course not blindly)and am connecting into that state of flux and change and chasing down a dream or goal enthusiastically, persistently, and with faith and courage.
I've missed that feeling and that level of Going for it! No matter the outcome...it feels good to be DOING!

Hugz to all here today/tonight
Besos,
Katalina

life has a funny way of guiding us on the road toward our dreams.

and sometimes the road leads us to things quite unexpected.

and we realize that life is one discovery after another.

and it's our outlook that is tested.

Grandma Mil: that song you posted...Dream,
reminded me of my Nanna (my mom's mother) who I totally adored..and oh boy did she ever love to dance! Anyway, that was one of the songs I remember her humming and singing frequently, so when you posted that...I had incredibly happy memories of her.
Big Hugz to you today, Grandma/Queen Mil!

Te adoro to both my Grandmas -one in spirit to Grandma Jewell, and one to the beloved G. Mil,

Katalina

Katalina, a leap taken blindly is called a leap of faith. Sometimes they are the only positive choice to make. A leap taken with your eyes open and balances weighed out are called risks and sometimes not even that, jumping out of ones comfort zone is often began by a leap of faith. Keep leaping girl!

Julie, true it is not what we discover but how we actually see it/understand it/comprehend ourself in it that is important.

Katalina, I feel so gratified by your sweet remarks. I am so happy that "Dream" holds such wonderful memories of your beloved Nanna. She must have adored you, as I do, (and we have never met.!)

Your Nanna would have loved the video concerts here in our retirement village that I produce once a month. I am in my 9th year. I put together scenes from the old musicals, documentaries, ballet, opera, what have you, and project the master tape on a 9ft screen. I get my material from over 400 video tapes with thousands of scenes, and use 2 VCRs for the editing...I have everything catalogued by computer for easy access.

The nostalgia is what makes my audiences come back for more, and it gives me great satisfaction
to see their smiles and to hear their comments.

When Whit was here to meet us and see "Follies" last March, she said she "slept among the stars" meaning she slept in our den-workroom, surrounded by bookcases full of tapes, and pictures of the movie stars of the past on the walls.

Paul and Tara are honored, however, by having their pictures (one a poster) hanging among our family pictures near our living room..it is my "shrine" to them and "Strictly Ballroom."

Te Adoro also, Katalina,

Grandma Mil

P.S. Katalina....just found the ending scene for my program for December...it is from the movie,
"Daddy Longlegs" starring Fred Astaire and Leslie Caron.

At the very end they find each other, after he has spent years being an unknown benefactor to Leslie while she grows into a lovely young woman...they dance to "Dream" before "The End" comes on right after the big smooch! That's a true Grandma Mil ending!

G.M.

G. Mil:Ok...I'm renting that tonight!!!!!
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Fred's the MAN! Yippeekaaaiiiiyay!

Hugz a latte,
Muchas smooches,
Katalina, a fellow Dreamcatcher!

Paul, your poem about dreaming made me smile, but also more so because lately I've thought a lot about what my dreams are and how I'm going to claim them, and esp. my dreams for myself as I embark again on the teaching journey and having so much fun and struggling at the same time because I want to be ME and not necessarily what I'm told to be according to some prescribed pattern. Yesterday evening I was bouncing of the walls with joy, pure bliss and elation at the accomplishment of my third semester class. Usually grading first draft essays takes about 10 -12 hours (that would be a good day). I was done in about 5 - 6 hours, they were THAT good!!! In fact they were better than my fourth semester students, but even they are slowly giving up their resistence. I walked into class today and thanked them for their thoughtful content, for the pleasure it was to read them, their humor and that they made me laugh so many times and the fact that I got some sleep last night. I laughed even more at their reaction, they looked rather stunned and gave me the "what's happened to her? who is this person?" look. I guess that kind of response does not happen all that often, kind of sad ... Last night I was filled with happy butterflies fluttering all over me (still am and totally and blissfully feeling re-energized) and I just had to write and I actually wrote two poems about dreams last night; they just burst out while I was doing some other writing. Here they are, just thought to share them.

DREAMS

allowing myself to dream
going beyond the realm of daily routine
of monotony
bursting with creativity
feeling inspired, empowered

not going mainstream
but following my own river
one of my own making

overwhelmed by its current
drenched in joy
swept away in happiness

DREAMS FOR SOMEONE ELSE (AND THE SCARED ME)

why don’t you dare dream
what is holding you back
who socialized you to accept the accepted
who denies you the right to ask
to explore, to grow
to grow beyond and outside of the norm
to think outside of the box

there is not one way
no right way for all of us

dream up your own colorful way
use YOUR colors, patterns & shapes
decorate, visualize, dream
create & re-create
claim & re-claim
yourself
the beautiful, uniquely wonderful
YOU

17. Sept. 2003

Whitney- How is your pursuit in the fine arts going? I am doing the same thing except for not applying to grad school, doing undergrad work before I can apply. Good luck!
Mercedes

Hi, PCer's!
I don't think I've ever seen Daddy Longlegs, Grandma Mil; I'd better rememdy that! Actually, I'm more of a Gene Kelly gal myself,lol.
BTW, Keisha, Womack didn't write the song; the writers are Tia Sillers and Mark D. Sanders.
hugs and smiles,
Sally

Ok delta lady, I do know that she performed the song, but thanks for the info any way!:-)

Take care everyone at the corner!

Kei :-)