Ponderings....

"The search for truth is more precious than its possession." Albert Einstein

I have to stop my rather eclectic reading habits, I know I do. I've been put into a bit of a tailspin by this quotation, trying to puzzle out just what ole Albert was trying to say.

One the face of things, its a lovely sentiment. The enquiring mind, man's eternal search for meaning, the thinker's quest and hunger for more.....this I do understand.

But the possession of truth, isn't this what we strive for? To hold fast in our hands whatever knowledge we have worked for hard to gain is especially precious.
I cradle the knowledge and life truths I have gleaned and winnowed from experience and hold them dear. Perhaps the chase for the Universal Truths, the big unknowns was what Albert grocked to....and I'm to puny, too small an intellect. But I'm still going to hold precious the truths I've discovered along the way.

Love
Kennedy.

Pursuing Beauty

"The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives." Albert Einstein

Another wonderful thought to come across my desk today, just when I needed it. It is a wonderful thing to be reminded that we can remain in a childlike state as we look for the beauty and truth in our lives. As soon as we forget about those two states of being, things become confused and we stumble and lose our way.

Childlike doesn't mean naive or simple. It means without guile or pretense. Who needs to be other than who they really are? As soon as we put on the mantle of 'otherness' on, it is a mask, so we may hide who we truly are from the world, and soon we are caught up in the whole dance of deception and the movement away from the concept of truth and beauty.

So to stop and learn to slow down. Take off the masks and remove the veneers of adulthood and relearn the pace of childhood. Relearn the appreciation of beauty, of movement and the intricacy and simplicity of truth. In this, we find that which makes us absolutely human.

I think I'm learning how to breathe again.

Love
Kennedy.

Small Thoughts

"Out of intense complexities intense simplicities emerge."
-Winston Churchill, English statesman

I came across this quote today as I was trying to get my head around some thoughts that have been plaguing me. Then came the "Aha" moment. Yup. Winnie was quite right. If there weren't moments of absolute mess and muck, of stress and angst in my life I wouldn't have the times of complete serenity and contemplation.

Now, I don't recommend the horrors of madness and mayhem of my life in the past several years in order to find some semblance of peace and enjoyment in the here and now. Nor would I trade one moment of the clarity and happiness I've eked out in there here and now for anything you could offer me. Simple is good. Peace is good. Being happy writing, drawing, listening to music is good. Being with loved ones is superb. Understanding and appreciating sometimes that bad stuff happens despite all our best intentions and learning to live through it with grace, well, that is what life if about.

That is the rub.

It is what life is about. Not giving in. Not giving up. Waiting for the complex intensity to pass and knowing the reward is the beauty of the intense simplicity.

Yup, Winnie was one smart dude indeed.

Love
Kennedy.

Deep....Thoughts. Ahem.....

All work and no play makes Kennedy a very...frustrated woman. But, on the other hand, I'm managing to get quite a bit of work done. But on the other hand, I seem to be running low on batteries these days. (Ahem...)

I really shouldn't be reading any of Shea's raunchy, steamy, sexy writing. Or Kate's absolutely delicious tidbits she sends this way, every so often. Just have a look at her drool worthy fan-fic with Spike and Tara and wonder why I'm climbing the walls. I feel as though I'm a lust bunny in heat. Dang.

(Probably just as well few people ever read this blog!)

A funny thing happened about 18 months ago. Someone I know slightly offered to read my astrology chart for me. We arranged to meet. However, the poor guy took one look at my chart and managed to yelp something about my 'kundalini power' being too over powering and he took off running. I never did get that damn reading!

Oh well, I should go and have a bath and think non-steamy thoughts. I hope Aunt Fern is praying for me. I think I need it.

Love
Kennedy.

The One, the Only...Shea McMaster

My kissing Cousin Shea is getting ready to unleash another of her wildly sexy books soon onto an unsuspecting market. I am among the lucky few who gets to read the pre-published versions of her novels before they are launched and need I say, I need a few days to cool down? Whew. I'm so lucky to have known her when. I can also say we have so much blackmail and gossip about each other, we had better die on the same day!

When she and I lived in Colordao, we once had this hare brained scheme we could just drive over to Palisades and get some peaches, it being a beautiful summer day and we having nothint urgent to attend to that day. Neither of us really looked at the map or calculated just how long a drive it would really be. We planned to stop off in Glenwood springs for a soak in the Hot Springs on the way back.

At some point, driving along the I-70, it dawned on both of us, that we had underestimated our outing, just a weeeee little bit. Since we were living close to Boulder at the time, and Palisades is clear over the other side of the Mountains, close to Grand Junction, this was starting to look like an expedition of the S.S. Minnow.

Never ones to be daunted, we chugged on, happy to find Palisades in time for lunch and a leisurely stroll among the fruit vendors. But what's this? Wine! Lots and lots of wineries in Colorado! Who knew? Hiccupping our way from one tasting room to another. Fruit, wine, mead...we loaded up and turned around back toward Boulder.

At Glenwood Springs we stopped long enough to take a deep soak in the hot springs. Although it was already going to be an extremely long day, our poor butts needed the relief. We laughed ourselves siller, probably horrifying small children and scaring any animal life in the vacinity.

When we finally got back on the road, we were horrified by the time. At Vail, we called the Spousal Units, to tell them we would be a bit later than anticipated. (Just a little bit. Ahem) Neither of them had any idea of where Palisades was either, so ignorance was bliss!

When we finally rolled in, it was pitch dark. We were so exhausted from laughing so hard, and singing our fool heads off, I'm sure people thought we were a couple of escaped lunatics. But to this day, all it takes is one of us to say the words "Palisade trip,' and we're both back there, laughing and hooting, speeding along, shouting and being irreverant as all get out, and as honest as any two women can be, on a girl's adventure.

Capture the Bitch

I had a long chat with one of the cousins today. Oh, about this and that and the other thing. But one thing really stood out to me. Somewhere along the line, women have given up the right to the word "Bitch" and it's about time women reclaim it.

(I am definitely not talking about female dogs here.)

If a man wants to call a woman a bitch, he generally has some problems. He's not an Alpha male. He feels threatened. And he's waiting for her to piss all over him.

Now, somehow, this has been turned around to be seen as a bad thing. When, where, and why, I have no idea. Now, I don't believe in men being allowed to cuss women out and being allowed to walk away with body parts intact. All those nasty names, they're just words, once glorious and not harm filled, that have been turned on their head and made ugly.

But what I'm talking about is being able to claim the inner Alpha female, the inner bitch inside you. The strong, powerful part of womanhood that really is scary, with teeth and claws and knows that she has the will to survive.

So, when the dust settles, and the heat comes down, it's better to know you have an inner Bitch to call on. Sometimes she's all you have left at the end of the day.