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Noah’s Wife: 5500 BCE
ISBN: 978-0-9840836-4-0
Author T. K. Thorne
(October 2, 2009)
Chalet Publishers, LLC
$[...], 344 pages

Author T. K. Thorne has created an astounding fictional piece of a character named Na’amah, the wife of the Biblical and historical figure, Noah. Na’amah has been essentially unknown to the western world. Written in first person, Na’amah is a very young girl when she meets Noah, but is noticed because of her special personality. And this is what is revealed to us throughout the book: her special persona. Yet with so believable a story we could actually entertain the idea that it could possibly be true of such a woman. Na’amah is so intricately fashioned, and with such deep thought and sensitivity, that she is fixed in my mind possibly forever. While this novel does not claim to be a historical novel, Thorne has researched enough on the period in history, and the Biblical world and its culture, that she has masterfully created a unique variation on it. In fact, most effectively the characters, geography, period and plot have all been interwoven in such a way that one is unable to let go of the probability of such a story. The characters will live in the reader long after the novel has finished being read.
Audiences from Feminist, Biblical, legal, cultural, and spiritual groups, and from various perspectives and various levels of scholarly analyses will be drawn to this book of epic proportion. I love this story. It was not a page turner for me; otherwise one would miss the subtle nuances embedded in this first-person narrative. I stopped, digested and contemplated deeper meanings throughout the entire book. Tropes and themes abound throughout this wonderfully told story integrated within romance, drama, history, culture, and adventure. There is so much here to fathom, you will not be disappointed. Some reviewers choose to focus on the physical storyline itself, but I think it is important for readers to know what the novel has to offer in the way of meaning and purpose, with spiritual, intellectual and inspirational elements. It is a MUST READ! Everyone has heard of the Biblical story of Noah. But never told like this! Author T.K. Thorne has proven that she is exceptionally gifted in her sensitivity to life, love and loss, and in successfully applying what she knows today from those universal themes to fictional characters, which we come to genuinely love and of whom we wish to learn more.

Reviewed by: L. Nolan-Ruiz, Editor
International Book Cafe

Good bye, Golden Girl…

I feel so badly about Whitney Houston’s death. It isn’t because she is better than any other human being that died of drugs or alcohol, or both. It isn’t that the drug and alcohol abuse is more devastating only because of who she was, but that with all her talent, and all her potential she could have allowed to go on, she had to die as a poster child for drugs and alcohol abuse at the end of her life, instead of anything else.

Yet, she has put a celebrity’s face (once again as many have in the past) to the horrendous realization of all those who have died because of drugs and/or alcohol, and any abuse we all may potentially succumb to while on our journey in life.

This is tragic. The travesty does not end there in fact. Now her little girl has to live with this legacy her mother has left her, as well as her dad’s history, but yet again, like so many children who are born into this world only to carry for parents  legacies of failure, sorrow and despair, in spite of success, riches, and fame.

Good-bye Golden Girl, as the song from Stevie Wonder was so fittingly sung…

 

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This year as every year, I come to some insights now and then. I was thinking about some of my more ‘embarrassing’ characteristics, and thought about the plight of human beings, and how they struggle throughout life to find a way to make it through. And then I began to see memorable events in my childhood… about me, my parents, my siblings, and my friends and enemies. I remembered how I had such a difficult time letting things go easily.

The reason some of us have such a difficult time letting things go, and having to backtrack to “fix” things is because some of us are perfectionists. It doesn’t matter if you tell us: “you can’t make everything right,” or “just let it go, it’ll all be okay in the long run,” no. Perfectionists have to do it right every time, and if they have to, they will go over and over again on the same matter until they feel it is as right as they can make it…It’s something in their psyche.

Remember those kids with whom you played hopscotch, who got all bent out of shape when they barely touched the line, and INSISTED on doing it all over again. Or those strange behaving kids that made a tiny error in the spelling or punctuation of their work, and had to erase the whole sentence or use a whole new paper–because you could see the erase marks…? Yup! That was me.

It is terribly hard on those people who are perfectionists, believe me. Others see them as dramatic, as overbearing and controlling, or maybe even a bit neurotic (okay, VERY neurotic).

However, they seem to grow up and do such stupendous work, especially meticulous work, that one cannot fathom how such a person can spend the time and effort on such details, or how that person manages to catch all the little things no one else seems to  catch. It isn’t easy, believe me…               WOODY ALLEN 

 

EDWARD EINSTEIN

On the bright side, many of these people are discoverers of tiny little objects like a virus that creates polio, or psychological people that make theories based upon nuance behaviors in people, or theories about the universe no one ever noticed before. These kinds of people have a tendency to wade through large volumes of information,

are capable of tenacious and redundant activities in order   to ‘catch a single difference in statistical behaviors.

 

FREUD & NEWTON

 

 

 

 

 

‘When I was a child, I observed everything. I watched how my mother walked, my father laughed, and how every person I came in contact with, behaved or spoke. I was very good at “acting” like someone else, from their voice, to their mannerisms.

On the negative: many of these types of persons are very good criminals at forgery, or copy painting of famous works or jewels, or of making fake money or checks; what can we say? They have to pay their time if they do the crime.

 

 

 

DICAPRIO & ABNAGALE

 

Some of our greatest presidents, generals, clergymen, psychiatrists, doctors– all sorts of people and professionals–have been perfectionists.

         ABRAHAM LINCOLN

They did okay,didn’t they? Maybe their personal lives were a shambles, and many of them were talked negatively about, as having been too dramatic or dictatorial, or just plain weird… . And yes, some may have been hard on others, like Hitler!

However, in many or most cases, they usually brought others to a higher degree of disciplined standard in whatever they did.

 

Every person has their strengths and their weaknesses. I always felt a little less confident because I knew I had some areas where I simply could NOT be perfect, even in areas I had nothing to do with, for example, my looks or my body shape. So many people truly are perfectionists, but many of them learn to let go, and let things fall where they may.

While being educated, every teacher with whom I was fortunate enough to be a student, told me: “Lydia, you are too hard on yourself.” When it comes to successes as well, my successes to others were never successes to me, but I saw them as having always the probability of being better than they turned out to be, if only I could continue to “perfect” them.

I could tell if someone sung off key and even when someone were lying, by their behavioral movements, or having remembered everything they said about something prior to this time. I am admitting this because I think it’s important enough to bring up, especially to those who may have children growing up, showing signs of perfectionism.

The paradox of such people is that they have very low tolerance for others who do NOT do or say the right things (in the perfectionist’s mind). They seem always to find something wrong with others, or to find some type of improvement method for situations. Yes, they can be critical. But don’t be too hard on your children, parents, those children who have these tendencies.

Maybe you had a “perfectionist” parent. I did. Forgive them. They could not help wanting you to be perfect. They could not help wanting you to HAVE everything perfect. And no matter how many times they fail, they strive for a perfect world. While they probably could not, or cannot now effect such an outcome, they are prone to attempting such a monumental feats forever. Which means they struggle just like everyone else in life, only to a much more complex degree. All I can say is: allow their neurosis, and don’t let it get you down. See them as The Angels of Incidentals, and try to do your best around them. They live shorter lives, and many of them die of illnesses that manifest due to their strenuous efforts. They just want to make sure everybody is in place and life is as it should be, so  let the angels do their neurotic job, and smile, move out of their way, and shove the water over your shoulder as they say.

If you are not one of them, I guarantee you’ll be alright, and maybe even be better than you thought because of them. There is a reason for everyone who is here with us, including us.

Too Wounded?

I was talking to this gentleman friend, when he blurted out: “I don’t know, maybe I’m just too f—ed up to be able to do anything or accomplish anything of value anymore…” I was shocked by that thought and immediately rebuked his words by pointing out the positive aspects of his….”hanging on…” And then I began to think quietly on my own, even at home, even in the middle of the night: How many people really do feel that way? How many people really feel that life has wounded them so deeply that they are incapable of carrying on?

It is believed that many people who commit suicide do so because they feel inadequate anymore of contributing further to life. And there are many aspects of even that direct act of suicide that is a kind of suicide or “checking out” if you will, of society and life. Many people, when they feel unable to pursue things further in the frey of populace, retire to reclusivity, or become hunters or perhaps may even subscribe to a varied kind of suicide, like taking drugs or alcohol, and then there are those who decide to bow out of the limelight and just WRITE about it. A memorable author, William Styron, evidently understood very well about suicidal tendencies.

Styron is the author of “Sophie’s Choice,” a novel about a writer’s encounter with a mentally psychotic Jewish man and his psychologically wounded Polish lover, after the Nazi regime, during WWII.

 

 

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Styron

Born June 11, 1925
Newport News, Virginia
United States
Died November 1, 2006 (aged 81)
Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts
United States
Occupation Novelist, Essayist
Alma mater Duke University

The protagonist, also the narrator, was a southern young man, who transplanted himself from the south to Brooklyn, New York.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophie%27s_Choice_(novel)

http://www.bookrags.com/studyguide-sophies-choice/

Later, Saroyan wrote his non-fiction Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness about his descent into depression and suicidal preoccupations. It is here in this book that he faces and writes about the descent and ultimate return to normalcy (as good as one can).

But in writing “Sophie’s Choice,”  having come on the heels of his great and controversial book “The Confessions of Nat Turner,” about Southern conventional slavery and its discontents, Styron told a deep part of himself in the way of seeing how universal themes can invoke one’s personal life perspective, and indeed skew one’s ability to pursue a “valuable set of contributions” for the simple fact of being depressed by the insurmountable evil on earth.

A quote at the end of “Sophie’s choice” pretty depicts this climactic acrc as to the pre-existant, or foundational “darkness” that comes into a soul after experiencing a right of passage into adulthood and ultimate fatalistic views.

“And so ended my voyage of discovery… in a place as strange as Brooklyn.  I let go the rage and sorrow for Sophie and Nathan… and for the many others who were but a few…of the butchered and betrayed and martyred children of the Earth.  When I could finally see again…I saw the first rays of daylight reflected in the murky river. This was not judgment day. Only morning. Morning: excellent and fair.” ~Stingo, “Sophie’s Choice”

What opened my view of this matter-beginning with my friend-was my little research of how people experience rights of passage that carry them through what Psychiatrist, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross introduced to us as “The Dying Process.”

In her 1969 book, On Death and Dying, Swiss-born psychiatrist Elizabeth Kubler-Ross outlined the five stages of grief of someone who is dying:
• Denial and isolation: “This is not happening to me.” 

• Anger: “How dare God do this to me.”
• Bargaining: “Just let me live to see my son graduate.”
• Depression: “I can’t bear to face going through this, putting my family through this.”
• Acceptance: “I’m ready, I don’t want to struggle anymore.”
The list was praised and criticized by grief experts. Some said the stages got people expressing their emotions; others said the stages were too rigid.

http://www.ekrfoundation.org/

And then I realized that it doesn’t always have to be a physical death that we go through, to experience these stages of dying, or rights of passage. Sometimes it is the death of love, or an ideal or concept, or even an upheaval of our belief system. Whenever we come to a crossroad we come to some kind of realization which may feel a lot like death in the making. And many times, it leads to a kind of death of part of us, but hopefully a renewal in another part…if we hold on, and if we do not react through suicide.

Life is complex. It was never meant to torture, but we do have a lot of pain while we travel through it. I believe, however, that life was meant to help us transcend from our physical to spiritual selves while we journey through it. Life is complex. We can perhaps never know everything before we leave here, but we can at least grow through the wounds to another level after scarring and healing from the pain of the experience of growth. It is a difficult thing to be alive sometimes, and yet….we cannot deny it is also the most outstanding ride in which we will ever take part.

The hardest thing, I think, is to be able to look outside of depression, or some kind of sense of fatality, and see that you will be a part of something different; something more; something that enhances life while you share in it….You will always contribute and be valuable, as long as you share your life, even in the darkness. Thanks for sharing with me this moment.

I am always fascinated by those who propel themselves by their talent to heights yet unknown, not wincing at the cost or consequences, but finding a plateau of complete comfort because they belong wherever they go…they make themselves belong

I have often wondered what would have happened had I been allowed to make that choice at 16 years of age, to be a group member of The Young Americans, a popular 60s youth chorus of voices; young people who traveled the world, singing and performing in numerous venues. I would have been utilizing the strongest gift I had: my voice.

Notwithstanding, my mother said no for fear of my getting into trouble at such a young age, or someone harming me, or whatever fear comes upon a parent who may be losing their youngest child of six children. I understand how she must have felt. I also understand that without such an amazing opportunity as that one, I would not have the impetus to seek out on my own a place where I could initiate and enhance my talent. I was not a person to go and stake out a place of my own; a place to make my belonging.

Rather, fear overcame me and instead I was married by 17 with my first child on the way, and a lifetime of mishaps following. Don’t get me wrong, the greatest of my experiences were the wonderful children I had. I can look back and see what an exceptional human being each one of them have become, and I am proud to have been a small part in their birth, and watch their fruition as they come to their own sense of purpose and meaning in their lives.

But still… there is that one thing… always that sense that I’d missed an opportunity… and my heart always senses that there is a place I should have been, an opportune train I missed, and where I might have found my sense of belonging. There is somewhere around the world, somewhere on another continent perhaps, somewhere in a place that would reveal to me the magical talent I let hide inside me, and it would not matter where I would go, or who I was with, but wherever and whatever, I would make a place there; I would belong, because that belonging was inside me, being alive and creating growth and productivity, an astounding enhancement I cannot now even imagine.

As it were, I have never quite found my place of belonging. Perhaps I would have, had I been able to excel in the talent I believe I was given. Still too late? That was 30+ years ago. It’s too late for that particular venue. But it is never too late to find that plateau; that vantage point where one can see the whole world and its horizon, and one can find a sense of belonging, enhancing heights of magic, even in one’s own backyard. Talent never dies, maybe it goes dormant, but it never dies…

 

Opportunities

Sailing is a curious metaphor besides its literal meaning…

Consider the song, “Sailing” http://youtu.be/lWDUacdGfKA 

It’s not far down to paradise 
At least it’s not for me 
And if the wind is right you can sail away 
And find tranquility 
The canvas can do miracles 
Just you wait and see 
Believe me …

Sometimes it appears to us that life is quite overwhelming, whether good or bad, too much work, too little attention, too much interaction, too little money–whatever it is, it seems sometimes like life is too much for us–too much excitement, or tragedy, too much of something or someone that threatens our peace or independence, or something we hold to. Sometimes the burden is simply trying to keep up the illusion that we’re okay when we’re not. So we think of escape. We think of sailing to paradise, finding tranquility… perhaps we believe changing the scenery will change our perspective on life, or it will help us maneuver in the situation we’re in at present. Whatever the reason, we believe that sailing away–even if only for a period of time–might help us see or feel things better. We are seeking refreshment, we might even be seeking a return to innocence again:

It’s not far to never never land 
No reason to pretend 
And if the wind is right you can find the joy 
Of innocence again 
Oh! The canvas can do miracles 
Just you wait and see 
Believe me 

So we go sailing, either literally, or metaphorically. Maybe we go out to a hotspot for a night, or engage in a taboo to give us some thrill we miss from our teen years. Or maybe we just go for a weekend camping trip, or maybe we just don’t go to work and we stay home to play hookie, go out to lunch with the kids or friends, or to the beach with the dog, or we go to a movie in the middle of the day… The trouble is, we are hoping at times not to have to return to our present difficulties or decisions. We are hoping we can just sail away and the problems will dissapate into thin air, and we don’t have to return to the madness or the contentions, or simply to our duties and responsibilities…

Sailing 
Takes me away 
To where I’ve always heard it could be 
Just a dream and the wind to carry me 
And soon I will be free 

There is no getting around it, though. It simply isn’t easy to go through life having to accept all the changes, love people, lose people, live one way, then find that isn’t going to continue or IS going to continue…

It is never easy to find out by adulthood that we cannot always be children and safe in our parents arms, or safe in a childhood picture book with cookies and milk. We have to do our part in the world because we’re here, that’s the reason, and that’s enough reason to have to do it. We are all part of a quilt, or a work of art, or a masterpiece–every one of us–and we are all part of the solution, even if we don’t know what the problem or the meaning is just yet.

Right now we’ve begun another year: 2012. And many of us are struggling to pay bills, find a new job, or just trying to figure out how we’re going to feed another mouth, or pay our taxes for April, or maybe planning a wedding, or a new handicap, or maybe some of us are going through a divorce, or we’ve lost someone dear to us, through death or  abandonment. These are all “grown-up” situations we HAVE to deal with, and they are not always easy. Even when we move it’s difficult because there are so many changes, from our utilities, to schools, to friends, to churches, or just fear that the new surroundings won’t be as comfortable.

Fantasy 
It gets the best of me 
When I’m sailing 
All caught up in the reverie 
Every word is a symphony 
Won’t you believe me 

We want to forget about the things we Have to do, the things that mean we’re in for a change, and maybe we’re in for some trauma or upheavel that might hurt or make us depressed….well….. Life is like that, indeed. We are still wondering why we’re all here, but we have to wonder while we make a living and manage survival for us and maybe for family members. So we take these little “vacations,” these little “sailings,” off to a safe environment where we can let things go a little. But then, we have to come back–even if we think we  can escape, the issues of life will find you somewhere else, with someone else, in another form, but still there. We have to face head-on our “grown-up” work of life. Not just for our own sanity, but for those we love, and those who need us, or those who count on seeing us every day, and for as long as we all hold out.

It’s not far back to sanity 
At least it’s not for me 
And when the wind is right you can sail away 
And find serenity 
The canvas can do miracles 
Just you wait and see 
Believe me

So, go. Take a vacation. Take a breather, go sailing. Go and regroup and assess how things went in the past if you have to: let last year go, and get on with your new year, and your new life, however changed or unchanged it may be. Get on with your responsibilities, your hopes, your duties, your dreams, get on with it all. And when you need to again–as I know you will–go sailing for just a little while, again, and again. And if you need to, call me; I go sailing once in a while just as well.


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I wanted to give you a present for the new year. I ‘ve got some really great picks here. Many are thought provoking. Some are influential in mood: contemplative, motivational, heavy, and/or heartwarming. All of them are placed here for your favor and in hope of giving something of myself to you. I love music. I love a LOT of things, but music is one of my favorite things. So please enjoy my picks, and try and imagine when I listen to them, how it is so easy to laugh, to cry, to think, and to simply “be” in the midst of such creative talent of so many voices with hearts, minds, love, and longings that all of us have, but forget to remember once in a while.
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