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About Me
- Name: Ruth
- Location: Hawaii, United States
one of my favorite quotes: Be Humble for you are made of earth; Be Noble for you are made of stars.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Friday, July 22, 2005
Integrity
a distant memory......
...back in the day, when I was the recipient of (and much dependent upon) child support payments from my ex-husband, visits to the Family Court were a real trial for me, as the ex had a volatile temper and would often be loudly argumentative.
I often shamed myself with tears of humiliation ....
One time, upon the petition of my ex-husband to reduce child support payments, I appeared in the Court alone, figuring a representing attorney would just be additional cost to me and that I was capable of presenting the financial data (W-2's and tax returns) adequately myself. The decision was to be based upon a general calculation and presumably not biased by emotional petitions. It is a simple matter when both parties are employed and the income and expenses are easily verified. The calculation this time resulted in a very trivial reduction in payment. So, I asked my ex-husband if it had been worthwhile for him to hire an attorney for such a minor adjustment. His attorney answered back for him quickly.... "It's not the money, it is the principle!"
I quietly asked him, "What principle is that?" His response was silence.....
I heard a week or so later that he had "fired" my ex as a client and would no longer represent him....
imagine...... a divorce attorney finds his integrity.......
...back in the day, when I was the recipient of (and much dependent upon) child support payments from my ex-husband, visits to the Family Court were a real trial for me, as the ex had a volatile temper and would often be loudly argumentative.
I often shamed myself with tears of humiliation ....
One time, upon the petition of my ex-husband to reduce child support payments, I appeared in the Court alone, figuring a representing attorney would just be additional cost to me and that I was capable of presenting the financial data (W-2's and tax returns) adequately myself. The decision was to be based upon a general calculation and presumably not biased by emotional petitions. It is a simple matter when both parties are employed and the income and expenses are easily verified. The calculation this time resulted in a very trivial reduction in payment. So, I asked my ex-husband if it had been worthwhile for him to hire an attorney for such a minor adjustment. His attorney answered back for him quickly.... "It's not the money, it is the principle!"
I quietly asked him, "What principle is that?" His response was silence.....
I heard a week or so later that he had "fired" my ex as a client and would no longer represent him....
imagine...... a divorce attorney finds his integrity.......
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
"The truth is that life is hard and dangerous; that he who seeks his own happiness does not find it; that he who is weak must suffer; that he who demands love will be disappointed; that he who is greedy will not be fed; that he who seeks peace will find strife; that truth is only for the brave; that joy is only for him who does not fear to be alone; that life is only for the one who is not afraid to die." - Joyce Cary
Friday, July 15, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
"A psychic, he went on, was like a sponge, a photographic plate with an unconscious that must look like an amusement park." - Umberto Eco in "Foucault's Pendulum"
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the below entry was written under the influence of a prior day spent bickering with a friend and in futile attempts to evade a torrential rainstorm that followed us in our pursuit of a pleasant picnic afternoon. The evening post was written while listening to my favorite music, in solitude and tipsy from two glasses of red wine - I was ashamed the following morning when I turned on the tv to hear horror stories of a destructive hurricane - ashamed that my thoughts the prior eve reflected a pleasure in storms, reveling in the force and power, rather than compassion for others' losses - and yet, maybe I was, indeed, "in tune" with Nature that eve. If I have a psychic nature, I wish it were of some more benefit other than aimless words.....
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the below entry was written under the influence of a prior day spent bickering with a friend and in futile attempts to evade a torrential rainstorm that followed us in our pursuit of a pleasant picnic afternoon. The evening post was written while listening to my favorite music, in solitude and tipsy from two glasses of red wine - I was ashamed the following morning when I turned on the tv to hear horror stories of a destructive hurricane - ashamed that my thoughts the prior eve reflected a pleasure in storms, reveling in the force and power, rather than compassion for others' losses - and yet, maybe I was, indeed, "in tune" with Nature that eve. If I have a psychic nature, I wish it were of some more benefit other than aimless words.....
Saturday, July 09, 2005
one day this restlessness may pass....but for today, I dream of high windy places - the more turbulent the air, the better.......a storm is a fine thing to be and to be inside of.....picture a shoreline buffeted by waves....in time the sand and loose soil is carried off, leaving only the bare rocks...the Truth....the same for me in the wind.....Let the wind blast away all that is temporary, unneeded and unwanted by me....leave the woman soft, smooth, clear and able to breathe free .....
as if tonight is the last night for humankind...
as if tonight is the last night for humankind...
The Whole Of The Moon
I pictured a rainbow
You held it in your hand
I had flashes
You saw the plan
I wandered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon
You were there in the turnstiles
With the wind at your heels
You stretched for the stars
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon
I was grounded
While you filled the skies
I was dumbfounded by truth
You cut through lies
I saw the rain dirty valley
You saw "Brigadoon"
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, I guessed and I tried
You just knew
I sighed
And you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon
The whole of the moon
The torch in your pocket
And the wind on your heels
You climbed on a ladder
And you know how it feels
To get too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon
Unicorns and cannonballs
Palaces and Piers
Trumpets, towers, and tenaments
Wide oceans full of tears
Flags, rags, ferryboats
Scimitars and scarves
Every precious dream and vision
Underneath the stars
Yes, you climbed on a ladder
With the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
Blazing your trail
Too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon
- Mike Scott of The Waterboys
I pictured a rainbow
You held it in your hand
I had flashes
You saw the plan
I wandered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon
You were there in the turnstiles
With the wind at your heels
You stretched for the stars
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon
I was grounded
While you filled the skies
I was dumbfounded by truth
You cut through lies
I saw the rain dirty valley
You saw "Brigadoon"
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, I guessed and I tried
You just knew
I sighed
And you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon
The whole of the moon
The torch in your pocket
And the wind on your heels
You climbed on a ladder
And you know how it feels
To get too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon
Unicorns and cannonballs
Palaces and Piers
Trumpets, towers, and tenaments
Wide oceans full of tears
Flags, rags, ferryboats
Scimitars and scarves
Every precious dream and vision
Underneath the stars
Yes, you climbed on a ladder
With the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
Blazing your trail
Too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon
- Mike Scott of The Waterboys