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		<title>Alone in New York City</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 19:09:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I work alone (mostly) and travel frequently.  Sometimes after a long trip when I have been working, I bring home<span class="excerpt-hellip"> […]</span>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://saturdaysoul.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/laywithme.jpg"><img data-recalc-dims="1" fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" class="alignleft size-full wp-image-703" style="margin:5px;" src="http://saturdaysoul.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/laywithme.jpg?resize=388%2C258" alt="Alone in New York City at SaturdaySoul.com" width="388" height="258" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/laywithme.jpg?w=500&amp;ssl=1 500w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/laywithme.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/laywithme.jpg?resize=219%2C146&amp;ssl=1 219w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/laywithme.jpg?resize=50%2C33&amp;ssl=1 50w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/laywithme.jpg?resize=113%2C75&amp;ssl=1 113w" sizes="(max-width:767px) 388px, 388px" /></a>I work alone (mostly) and travel frequently.  Sometimes after a long trip when I have been working, I bring home with me more longing for connection and love than ever before.  Funny, you can feel more alone in a large, populated place like NYC than a small town.  Everywhere you look there are opportunities for love and for giving.  You are confronted with humanity teeming all around you &#8211; all living, acting, breathing out their lives in full view of each other.  I personally find it amazing at how connected we are, yet at the same time how estranged we are from each other.  All the more reason for us to become AWARE and FOCUSED on that ONE thing, person, cause, purpose, and connection that makes us feel like we are part of something &#8211; and connected to our TRUE SELF.   That ONE that makes our lives beautiful, that tells our hearts that we matter, that shares our story and confirms that we indeed are NOT alone.  I write a post on the connection I felt with the crowd on the <a title="Make a Decision to Love" href="http://saturdaysoul.wordpress.com/2012/07/04/just-make-a-decision-to-love/" target="_blank">Brooklyn Heights Promenade</a> on the 4th of July as hundreds, thousands, gathered to experience the fireworks.  We were all connected in purpose, but pretty oblivious to each other.  I especially find that daunting.<br />
Snow Patrol does a song “<a title="Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol" href="http://saturdaysoul.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/03-chasing-cars.m4a" target="_blank"><i>Chasing Cars</i></a>” and in the lyric he invites his love to join him in a repose &#8211;<br />
<i>If I lay here<br />
</i><i>if I just lay here<br />
</i><i>would you lie with me<br />
</i><i>and just forget the world?</i><br />
Can we see that everyone is looking for someone, yet no one is really seeing each other?   I guess its because we are so consumed with our own private lives and getting what we need, doing what we must.  Do you dream of having that person that is absorbed into you and you into them?  Someone who is fully aware of you as you are of them.  Is that possible?  I am not sure that I have been able to attain that in my life and in the relationships that I have had, but I long for it.   Maybe for some it’s easy.  But for many of us, it is difficult to overcome the expectations that have been engrained in us since we were little &#8211; perform well and you get rewarded &#8211; perform shitty and we are not chosen.  It can be a bit challenging to just “lay here and forget the world”.  To let go and BE.  You feel guilty!  You feel like you aren’t being validated, because you are not giving enough.  Perhaps you are motivated by fear, that old fear when we were being domesticated that says you won’t have anything if you don’t follow, or the idea  that you won’t have enough because you’re not GIVING enough. (And don’t get me wrong, giving is good, I am talking about awareness and a balanced give and take of life.) I told my niece recently that if I could go back when my kids were babies, I would go back and cut out 80% (maybe more) of the activities I was doing.  I would slow down and watch them be little, there would be NOTHING more important than to “just lay there with them and forget the world”!<br />
<i>Forget what we’re told<br />
</i><i>before we get too old<br />
</i><i>show us a garden<br />
</i><i>that’s bursting into life!</i><br />
If you look around you, you will see life brimming!  I think sometimes we just need to let go and BE (you KNOW I feel that way!)  Like the song says, “f<i>orget what you’re told</i>” jump in, taste it because NOW is the time and you will never get this moment back.<br />
Love &amp; Peace<br />
Sandy</p>
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		<title>Just make a decision to love</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2012 02:58:26 +0000</pubDate>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 style="text-align:center;">I can see you, I can feel you, I can look in your eyes. I can touch you, I can talk to you, I can love you.</h3>
<p><a href="http://saturdaysoul.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/firewordspromenade.jpg"><img data-recalc-dims="1" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-528" title="Group gathering for the Fireworks on the Brooklyn Promenade" src="http://saturdaysoul.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/firewordspromenade.jpg?resize=600%2C452" alt="Group gathering for the Fireworks on the Brooklyn Promenade" width="600" height="452" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/firewordspromenade.jpg?w=2592&amp;ssl=1 2592w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/firewordspromenade.jpg?resize=300%2C226&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/firewordspromenade.jpg?resize=768%2C579&amp;ssl=1 768w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/firewordspromenade.jpg?resize=1024%2C772&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/firewordspromenade.jpg?resize=194%2C146&amp;ssl=1 194w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/firewordspromenade.jpg?resize=50%2C38&amp;ssl=1 50w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/firewordspromenade.jpg?resize=99%2C75&amp;ssl=1 99w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/firewordspromenade.jpg?w=2440&amp;ssl=1 2440w" sizes="(max-width:767px) 480px, 600px" /></a><br />
I am standing out on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade looking across the East River toward the Manhattan skyline, anxiously awaiting the fireworks display for this Fourth of July celebration.  I am one in a crowd of hundreds, ultimately thousands, who have gathered to watch the fireworks along the East River.  Moms, dads, kids, old, young, brown, black, white, straight, gay, athletic, disabled, fat, skinny, beautiful.  My English language is only one of many I can hear.  All kinds of minds, all kinds of beliefs &#8211; Zen, Christianity, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhists, Atheists, Agnostics, educated, street smart, crazy, sweet, stupid, teachers, professors, city workers, janitors, executives, stay at home moms, entrepreneurs, preachers, rabbis,  etc, etc.  Sun dresses, short shorts, pants, sari&#8217;s, dresses, workout clothes, business attire&#8230;..what have I missed?  I stood humbled that I was part of this gathering.  Part of this world.  Part of the human race right here in New York City.<br />
<a href="http://saturdaysoul.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg"><img data-recalc-dims="1" decoding="async" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-527" style="margin:5px;" title="Fireworks at the Macy's fireworks display in NYC" src="http://saturdaysoul.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg?w=300&#038;resize=300%2C199" alt="Macy's fireworks display in NYC along the hudson river at saturdaysoul.com" width="300" height="199" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg?w=3905&amp;ssl=1 3905w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg?resize=219%2C146&amp;ssl=1 219w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg?resize=50%2C33&amp;ssl=1 50w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg?resize=113%2C75&amp;ssl=1 113w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg?w=2440&amp;ssl=1 2440w, https://i0.wp.com/saturdaysoul.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/fireworks2.jpg?w=3660&amp;ssl=1 3660w" sizes="(max-width:767px) 300px, 300px" /></a>Everyone was here to celebrate, to be excited by a fireworks show.  To show their kids what we do on the 4th of July, to experience the American dream of independence, to just hang out, to get out of their hot apartments, to not be alone, to take a date, meet someone, or relive the childhood experience.  Again, I was overwhelmed that here I was, this solo girl &#8211; one of many &#8211; part of this amazing crowd.  Then this thought came to me.  <em><strong>If we can all be here together peacefully, why can&#8217;t we accept each other&#8217;s differences and just love each other?  </strong></em>Why can&#8217;t we toss out our prejudices, our preconceived ideas and passed-on judgments of other people and just accept that we are all one and the same &#8211; just different?  It was a powerful thought to me.  Then I realized that in a place like NYC, when you are confronted with the diversity of humans, you must certainly grow in tolerance of the differences and to understand and accept them more (or maybe I am being naive here?).  Whatever.  I am thankful to see this from this perceptive and share with you my realization that if we open up the horizons of our mind and hearts to embrace more than just people like ourselves, we not only do ourselves a great service, but we help to bring unity to the world.  Just saying&#8230;<br />
Peace and Love<br />
Sandy</p>
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		<title>Pain, love, loss, faith, hope, shame, despair &#8211; this is how we connect</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 12:20:35 +0000</pubDate>
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<strong>Pain, Loss, Faith, Hope, Shame, Despair &#8211; They CONNECT US!<br />
</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Yes, the words that we all understand &#8211; pain, loss, grief, faith, hope, despair, love.  And you know what I like about them?  They <strong>connect us!</strong> If we could ever stop long enough to be honest with ourselves and each other, we would find that #1 &#8211; we are not alone, and #2 &#8211; we are all connected.  May not know all the answers (and we don&#8217;t) but we can sure get through this life easier when we don&#8217;t single ourselves out to be some kind of lonely martyr or pitiful victim.   Really.  What has gotten me through the tuff times in my life (along with the love and support of my family and friends), was knowing that there are MILLIONS of women (and men) around the world that are going through the same type of thing (or another type of painful thing)!  And we survive.  With love, we will survive.  Love for ourselves and with acceptance.  Acceptance without judgment.<span id="more-146"></span></p>
<p>Last night I watched <a href="http://www.fandango.com/clinteastwood/filmography/p88601" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><strong>Clint Eastwood&#8217;s</strong></a> movie <a href="http://www.fandango.com/hereafter_133870/movieoverview" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><strong>Hereafter</strong></a> and wow, I will be thinking on this story and characters for days!  My short review is: slowly moving, powerful, beautiful, deeply touching, deeply emotional.  There were parts in the movie I wanted to wail!  But then other moments that made my heart smile.  My take away?  Just what I was talking about &#8211; the many similarities of our stories, our connectedness, and the sweet thread of humanity that holds us all together  &#8211; no matter where you are, who you are, or what you believe.  Oh, and let&#8217;s not forget that thing that is so common among us ALL &#8211; our faith, and our desire for more.  I thought about the loved ones I have lost and the blank despair your heart feels, just like one of the characters in the movie.  I related to <a href="http://www.fandango.com/c%C3%A9ciledefrance/filmography/p323351" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><strong>Cécile De France&#8217;s</strong></a> character in her search for meaning of her experience &#8211; how many of us have a &#8220;secret&#8221; we are trying to give meaning to in our lives? And then <a href="http://www.fandango.com/mattdamon/filmography/p16762" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><strong>Matt Damon&#8217;s</strong></a> character that struggles with his &#8220;gift&#8221; &#8211; is it a blessing or a curse?  Ever wondered that?<br />
I love Eastwood&#8217;s movies.  I like the way he patiently moves you into his characters, until you know them, relate to them.  I just sat back and enjoyed each nuance of the 3 main characters and their stories that intertwine throughout the movie &#8211; it was a quiet pleasure with a hint of sadness mixed throughout, then blossoming into a cool breeze of joy&#8230;life is kinda like that, don&#8217;t ya think?<br />
Love and peace&#8230;always!<br />
Sandy</p>
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		<title>A Bunch of Squashes</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 12:14:03 +0000</pubDate>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>A bunch of squashes<br />
</strong><br />
I think we are in for a long hot Texas summer.  I am sitting here trying to get inspired to go run (it&#8217;s about  97 degrees this evening) and of course like any good Texan right now, I am hoping, praying for, and thinking about a wonderful, cooling, inspiring RAIN (I&#8217;m so jealous of places like Seattle and Park City!).  Ahh Rain, the kind that makes me think of going to school when I was a kid, riding bikes in the rain, running around White Rock Lake in a cooling mist in the middle of summer&#8230;.and so I fantasize!</p>
<p>And speaking of simple, cooling, natural things &#8211; here is a quick story I want to share that I read not long ago that really spoke to me &#8211; it is from my daily calendar that is filled with stories to ponder, thoughts and meditations on letting go and just &#8220;being&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Behind a temple was a vine with many squashes growing on it.  One day a fight broke out among them, and the squashes split up into angry groups, making a big racket.  Hearing the uproar, the head priest went outside, saw the quarreling, and scolded them: &#8220;HEY! Squashes! Why are you fighting? Now- everybody do zazen (meditation as practiced in Zen Buddhism).&#8221;  The priest taught them how, showing them how to fold their legs and sit up straight, and as the squashes began to follow the priest&#8217;s instructions, they calmed down and stopped fighting.  &#8220;Now&#8221;, the priest said, &#8220;everyone put your hand on top of your head&#8221;.  When the squashes felt the top of their heads, they found something attached there, which turned out to be the vine that connected them all together.  &#8220;What a mistake!&#8221; the squashes said, realizing their predicament.  &#8220;We&#8217;re actually all tied together, living just one life!&#8221;.  From that moment on the squashes never again fought.&#8221;</p>
<p>This story stopped me in my tracks.  I was taught this growing up as a preacher&#8217;s kid, Jesus teaches that we are all one &#8211; love your neighbor as yourself.  And I believe that.  But when I look at this practically, not religiously or spiritually, I see that we really are one community of living human beings  &#8211;  we share the same need for love, the same hurts and despair, same pains, same need for food and shelter and dignity, etc.   Stop and think about that &#8211; soak it in, put away your preconceived ideas of &#8220;how&#8221; we are suppose to be and look at the fact that we are all connected by this &#8220;vine of life&#8221;.  I can see it bringing greater tolerance and peace&#8230;.and binding us to each other!<br />
My takeaway from this?  We are one.  Let&#8217;s stop warring, fighting over this and that &#8211; we will never ALL agree on EVERYTHING and that is quite ok  &#8211; but if we stop, silence our thoughts and be still, we will understand&#8230;. and maybe if we ALL THINK RAIN, it will come!  ; )</p>
<p>Love and Peace!<br />
Sandy</p>
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		<title>The Glass House</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 05:47:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[What we all have in common &#160; I had the privilege of representing the film The Glass House, a documentary<span class="excerpt-hellip"> […]</span>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>What we all have in common</strong><br />
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I had the privilege of representing the film <a title="The Glass House Comes to Dallas" href="http://sandywright.wordpress.com/2009/11/05/the-glass-house-premieres-in-dallas-this-sunday-at-215-at-the-angelika/" target="_blank">The Glass House</a>, a documentary written, produced and directed by my niece Melissa Hibbard and her husband Hamid Rahmanian of <a title="Watch the trailer to the Glass House at Fictionville Studios" href="http://www.fictionvillestudio.com/mpgs/preview-the-glass-house.html?utm_source=Lyric+Marketing+News&amp;utm_campaign=112f81e860-The_Glass_House11_5_2009&amp;utm_medium=email" target="_blank">Fictionville Studios</a>.  The Glass House portrays a common thread that runs throughout the human race, it is what we all have in common &#8211; pain, dreams, desire, tears, laughter, and the need for and giving of LOVE!  It is what touched me the deepest about this film.  No matter who you are, or where you live, or what language you speak, we basically need the same stuff.  When you watch The Glass House and see the stories unfold of these girls, you will realize, this could be my daughter, my grandchild&#8230;.or me!<span id="more-119"></span><br />
LOVE and PAIN, connect all of us.  It is THE thing we should remember before we pass judgment or pull away from someone because of our differences. What would happen if we could connect on that basis?  What if our world could be more like John Lennon&#8217;s song &#8220;Imagine&#8221;, that there were no boundaries that separated u?.  What if we could just be free to love each other?  What if we could be free to HELP each other?<br />
These are the thoughts that The Glass House provoked in me&#8230;.that we are really all the same, just different costumes.  Let&#8217;s choose to love the beauty in diversity!</p>
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