Wed

04

Oct

2017

Somewhat true fable...

Loosely true story dressed as a fable:

 

The grandfather sat in his armchair, looking out the window. Sometimes, when the fog was just right, his mind would wander back to those worn brick streets. The hiding, the danger, the resistance to complete insanity. The resistance to the Nazis. His grandson, walking in and plopping himself in the armchair opposite, brought him back to the present.

 

"Gramps, I am confused about something."

 

"Tell me what's going on."

 

"You know I'm active with a lot of activist and equal rights groups, right?" Gramps nodded.

 

"I invited my friend from my poli sci class to the Women's March and he said no. He told me that he's in complete support of this president and he's not going to march against him."

 

Gramps looked down at the floor and asked, "How do you feel about that?"

 

His grandson looked down at the same spot on the floor, "I'm confused. In many ways, he is really great to hang with. I just don't know if I can be around him, now that I know he's okay with someone who has shown he's racist."

 

Gramps looked across at his grandson's face. He was about the same age as his grandson is now when he entered the resistance.

 

"This president has not spoken out against several of these hate groups. These groups do not like Jews. They also don't like any Brown, Black or Native people. I don't care what your gay friend does in his bedroom but they don't like the gay people, either. I fought in the resistance. I, in your situation, would not think it's good to have such a friend."

 

His grandson met his grandfather's gaze. "Integrity is always a choice, isn't it, Gramps."

 

Gramps smiled.

 

 

~E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

Thu

13

Jul

2017

Matrix Check

Separation from nature through belief, expressed in lifestyle

has produced our current state.

 

 

How's that working for us?

 

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

Mon

10

Jul

2017

He Knew

Things had been really happening in his life! He couldn’t believe how it had all fallen into place. He graduated, moved to New York City a little over a year ago and had been working for one of the major political parties for the last four months. He had finally gotten off his friend, Derek's, couch after six months of crashing there and six months of sofa surfing before that.

How had it all gotten so screwed up? He didn’t want to be in this place. He wanted his moments of wonder and excitement from when he first started the job.

He had a long walk home through mostly well lit but some dark streets. He’d been drinking with Derek and another friend, discussing the general situation and what he would do.

A 45 minute walk home should help clear his mind and put their opinions into the mix. He walked purposefully, right hand in his pocket, left hand fingering this phone mindlessly as he walked.

He was unaware of the footsteps till they came rushing up behind him. The man was taller than him—6’6” or so. He didn’t have much of a minute to really see the guy. He flung out his left arm at the guy’s face and it connected. He felt the watch face on his wrist break against the man’s cheekbone.

At that second, he saw the quick flash. His body jerked violently as he, simultaneously, felt the burn in his chest. Holy fucking shit! This asshole just shot him. His face nakedly showed his disbelief as he crumpled to the ground. He was dying and no one knew. The street was a dark one. No one would know for a while.

No one would also know what he knew. He hadn’t thought it would be a murdering offense but too late to know that now. He had decided he was going to blow it. He had decided he was going to let the attorney generals of New York and the United States know that voters had been systematically wiped off the rolls on a regular basis over the previous two years in order to skew the results of the primaries and the election coming up in a few months. He had held that information for three months and had finally decided to come forward.

 

How had they known? He would never know.

 

 

 ©2017 E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

Wed

24

May

2017

Watched

She flipped through the channels, dissatisfied with everything she watched in the three seconds she took to assess the screen. It was sticky hot and it was 10 p.m. She had two fans going and her bedroom window was open about five inches. It was all it could go. She had hammered nails into all the window sashes to ensure that they could only be opened so far by an intruder. Even so, it still made her uneasy, sometimes, to have the window open.

She heard the rustle outside again. Odd, since there was absolutely no wind and hadn’t been any for the last two days. Maybe it was a neighbor’s pet going through the bushes. Again, odd, she thought, as it was 10 p.m. and she knew her neighbors to have their animals in well before then. It was a coyote neighborhood. Pets weren’t safe outside any time and especially at night.

She ignored the rustle and continued flipping through the channels.

“For God’s Sake! Just watch anything!!”

Her breath caught for a second then she let out a scream heard across two streets. Lights went on.

“Oh jeez! Now ya done it!”

She screamed again.

“OH MY GOD! SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS WATCH TV!”

With this, her mind jumbled. Seriously, what the fuck?

“SERIOUSLY!!!! WHAT THE FUCK???” she yelled. 

“Dude! I’m homeless! I just wanted to pretend I have a TV for a little while. I was just hanging out, leaning on this bush. Why did you have to fuck it up? Shit! The cops are gonna come! Half the neighborhood is awake, now!”

“I’m sorry!” It flitted through her thoughts how ridiculous it was she was apologizing to him, when he was the TV peeping tom.

A minute of quiet and then, “Naw. I’m sorry. I scared the crap out of you. I sort of forgot myself.”

“It’s okay.” Again, the ridiculousness of comforting the offender made her thinking feel a bit wonky.

The phone rang and it was her neighbor. She assured them she was okay and had been startled by a movie. She apologized several times for scaring them. Their lights went off and, soon, the lights at a couple of other houses did, too.

“I suppose it’s okay if you stay, BUT, I’m not watching just anything. You shut up or move on.”

Another minute of quiet and then, “Deal! Thanks!” She ignored the slurp of liquid that followed.

©2017 E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

Wed

15

Feb

2017

Inherently

Strength is forged by the fires of struggle.

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

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Tue

31

Jan

2017

State of the Union

This is what it looks like to me:

I, being of brown skin with the ability to speak a second language, am not welcome in what has been, for at least part of my heritage, the only home I've known (Indigenous).

I, being of brown skin with the ability to speak a second language, am not welcome in what has been, for at least part of my heritage, the home I've known since 1500. Yuppers, England and the rest of Europe were scrambling to get to the 'new world' while the Spaniards were already invading.

I, being of brown skin with the ability to speak a second language, am not welcome in what has been, for at least part of my heritage, the home I've known since I was brought from Africa in the 1500s.

I, being of brown skin with the ability to speak a second language, am not welcome in what has been a land I've fought for, a land I've helped create into an economic giant, a land that was mine before it was anyone else's.

Those of the mindset that brown doesn't belong here need to read history. Those of the mindset that brown doesn't belong here need to move back to their respective countries of origin. Or texas.

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

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Sat

06

Aug

2016

Event with no culmination

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Thu

23

Jun

2016

Bonita Bus has a secret

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Mon

30

May

2016

Meant to be

Everything happens for a reason. It's called our thought processes.

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

 

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Fri

29

Apr

2016

An addition

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Tue

26

Apr

2016

Kind world

Visualize this world wrapped in a cloud of caring and kindness.
The world needs healers to envelope it in love. If all of us do it
daily and we all keep asking other people to do so, we can shift,
as a collective, much that is not in alignment on this earth
and with our higher selves.

 

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

 

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Tue

29

Mar

2016

Different take

Nature is trying very hard to make us succeed,

but nature does not depend on us.

We are not the only experiment.

 

 

R. Buckminster Fuller

 

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Fri

19

Feb

2016

A new adventure

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Fri

22

Jan

2016

Subconscious control

What backstories do we tell ourselves daily? Let's mind our backstories. They produce our future front line.

 

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

 

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Sat

28

Nov

2015

The menial

Blessed and astute are those who can find art and joy in the menial, thereby transforming it into the extraordinary.

 

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

 

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Thu

29

Oct

2015

Traveling Bus

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Fri

09

Oct

2015

Naturally

My breasts do not diminish my natural intelligence nor my self-inflicted education, unlike how viewing said breasts seems to diminish the male psyche.

 

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

 

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Sat

26

Sep

2015

History

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Fri

18

Sep

2015

Simple

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself,

in your way of thinking.

 

 

Marcus Aurelius

 

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Thu

10

Sep

2015

Tree wisdom

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers.

In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest

in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there.

 

 

Hermann Hesse

 

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Mon

17

Aug

2015

Opportunities

Though no one can go back and make a brand new start,

anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.

 

 

Carl Bard

 

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Sun

26

Jul

2015

A children's story

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Wed

01

Jul

2015

Miracles

Collective consciousness: we are capable of

turning any tide.

 

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

 

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Fri

19

Jun

2015

Idealist

I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going

but I'm on my way.

 

 

Carl Sandburg

 

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Fri

29

May

2015

Consciously

Live, so you do not have to look back and say: 'God, how I have wasted my life.'

 

 

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

 

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Mon

18

May

2015

The nature of good

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones,

and good in everything.

 

 

 

William Shakespeare

 

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Tue

12

May

2015

Time

We can remember that thought is controllable. We can learn to consciously view time as the only real currency we own.

 

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

 

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Tue

05

May

2015

True or false

All generalizations are false, including this one.

Mark Twain
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Mon

20

Apr

2015

Enjoy now

Never put off till tomorrow, the book you can read today.

 

 

Holbrook Jackson

 

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Tue

07

Apr

2015

Reading variety

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Sat

04

Apr

2015

Feelings

Emotions are not predicated by others' actions but by perception. Choose your perception and illicit your emotion.



E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

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Wed

01

Apr

2015

Decisions, decisions...

Within our minutes, days, years, lives, we can choose to focus on what is missing or what is available. We can then choose how to feel about either one. If there is a perception of something missing, we can be hopeful that there is something to fill the gap or frustrated that the component is not there. If the perception is of having something available, we can choose to feel grateful about the abundance or frustrated that it's not enough. We choose

all the levels of sentience and attitude about our

minutes, days, years, lives.

 

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

 

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Wed

25

Mar

2015

Tit for tat

I have found that if you love life, life will

love you back.

 

 

Arthur Rubinstein

 

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Sat

14

Mar

2015

Deeds

Thought is deed. It has ramifications, a reaction, a result. Affirm thought through physical deed but do not underestimate

the power of thought.

 

 

E. Rodriguez y Nogueras

 

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Tue

03

Mar

2015

Smarts

Genius is more often found in a cracked pot
than in a whole one.

E. B. White

 

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Wed

25

Feb

2015

Life

Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy

for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.

 

 

Sholom Aleichem

 

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Thu

12

Feb

2015

A short

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