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    Ruptured Morning

    Basking in the tranquil morning

    I sat thinking, updating my blogs

    As the rip roaring sound of the fire alarm

    Punctuates the stillness

    The peace shatters

    Ruptured by the incessant screaming of the alarm

    The creativity is shot,

    Flowing thoughts interrupted

    Had to get up and do what is warranted

    I save my stuff

    Turn off the computer

    Grab my pants running upstairs

    Hoping from one leg then the other

    Quickly I locate my slippers

    And …

    Open the door to a beautiful downpour

    Rain ...

    In torrent it falls

    I look around,

    Scattering neighbors here and there

    Looking around with an inquisitive ear

    Might as well find something to do

    Grabbing my umbrella

    I take out the garbage and throw it down the shoot

    Skipping the puddles I make it back to my door

    I stick my head in

    The alarm still roars

    It is quieter outside than inside

    The alarm’s right next to my bedroom door

    I stand silently watching the rain

    Watching some neighbors open their door and shut it close again

    I want to do the same

    But hold myself discipline

    To afraid to act complacent

    What is a little annoyance?

    At least I’ll live to complain about its nuisance

    Disruptive though it may be

    I must always get up and move,

    Take its sound off seriously

    To be anything less than prudent

    Could very well mean the end of me

    DSBS.Rhapsody©2009

    In memory of my aunt Barbara Duprey


    Blessings all, my entry this week is on Blogspot, Rhapsody Phoenix. To read, click on the poem's title.Thanks for visiting.

    Mindfulness thought of the day

    Advice, counsel, guidance, inevitable at some point in your life people will come to you for it whether it be friends, family, colleagues or complete strangers.  When that moment comes there are just a few things you need to consider.

    • When giving advice it is always wise to remember that the person receiving your counsel has the inherent right to choose whether or not your recommendations is applicable to their circumstance, life, and experience.

    In other words...

    • When all is said and done, in spite of your time, effort, compassion, empathy, sympathy and guidance people will decide what is best for their selves and apply it accordingly.

    Simply put...

    • It’s not about you; it’s about them and what they feel is relevant and what will work or will not work.  

    My point?

    • Keep your ego in check, leave it out of it equation. If your ego is too fragile to handle the truth of individual choice, then you need not be giving advice; frankly you would be better off keeping your opinions to yourself.

    D.S.B.Rhapsody©2007/08/09 

    My Repost: "Pontificating A Bit on Friendships"

    True friendships seem like a thing of the past, more and more I hear people complain about their many disposable friendships and the difficulty they experience forming true friendships and for the first time I truly begin to understand what Aristotle was talking about when he theorized about the different modes of friendships.

    True Friendships can be enriching, soul satisfying, nurturing, it encourages a sense of belonging and fosters mutual bonding over shared interests and ethos, and frankly it's beautiful. After listening to colleagues, friends, acquaintances and encountering my own experiences with fleeting friendships I have to admit there seems to be some truth to the disposability factors of friendships. Is it pandemic, no I don’t believe so though it may seem that way as people are swept up in the fast pace city life working two sometimes three jobs to earn and maintain a decent standard of living while simultaneously attempting to balance love, family, friends, cost of living and self-care. Do I think we can do better; absolutely I do because I believe that people should make the time for what’s important regardless. I should have, I could have is useless after the fact.

    When I first read Aristotle’s modes of friendships for which I believe if memory serves he cites 3, (1) Genuine, (2) Utility, (3) Pleasure, I was outraged and indignant because I only ascribed and identified with genuine friendships. I didn’t see that anything could exist outside disingenuousness and was not willing to think pragmatically in relation to friendships base on business etc. Genuine friendships according to Aristotle to which I agree are long-lasting; it’s sustainable because it is based on each person mutual love and best interest of the other hence it evolves and grows as each grow.

    I unrealistically expected all my relationships to be life-long and was inflexible to the varying differences and contexts. What I later discovered as wisdom, knowledge, understanding and clarity came, it is not that Aristotle was incorrect about his theories on the modes of friendships rather it was that I categorized them differently and that there can be honesty even within these modes as friendships.

    Utilitarian and pleasurable friendships which are based on what one can do for the other I simply call acquaintances i.e., acquaintanceship, because they only last for as long as each person get what they want when that "thing" whatever it is no longer exists i.e. can be sustained the friendship ends. I wish I understood this when I was much younger, think of all the heartache and suffering I would have saved myself.

    A good example of utilitarian friendships is what is known in business as ‘networking’ where relationships are cultivated to better your business/career i.e. one builds a network that will be beneficial professionally. In other words the friendship is based on what you know that person(s) could do for you and vicey versa.

    The other kind of friendship ‘Pleasure friendships’ borrowers a little from utility in the sense that its focus toward a particular end, pleasure only its more socially based, like partying with someone who has exclusive access to nightclubs, fashion, restaurants etc., both of which ends once the benefits, perks whichever you choose to call it ends. I can’t say I have ever had any of those, geez where have I been?

    I guess at this point my life I understand all three modes of friendships and I believe it is without our best interest to understand what type of friendship we are entering into to avoid unnecessary hurt. It is wishful thinking to think that someone will come up to you and say “I want to be your friend because of what you can do for me” and have it be embraced so the best way is to be aware, be mindful and pay attention.

    If you do not have a problem with having a utility or pleasurable friendship then great, just make sure you are on the same page. Sometimes true friendships are birthed out of utilitarian and pleasurable ones, a rare occurrence perhaps, it has been known to happen.

    True friendship still exists, all is not lost. It does help to keep it real and not get carried away with flights of fancy. It is important to know how you define true friendship, what you are looking for, what your expectations and boundaries are and it is your responsibility to convey those at some point in the relationship because good communication is the key to any relationship

    Word to the wise, when embarking on a true friendship ask yourself this:

    • How do I define friendship?
    • What are my expectations?
    • Can I bring to this friendship that which I am asking for?
    • What are my boundaries and how am I prepared to ensure they are not trampled upon?

    Observation On My Commute To Work

    1st leg of my commute: On the Bus to the Subway

    The bus topped at Marion Rd, the driver pausing in his conversation with another driver checked Metropasses, Student IDs, tickets, tokens and fares. As the crowd of passengers filed in the driver called out to one.

    “Excuse me ma'am, you need to put in $1.50 more”

    “Oh, hehe, she laughed sheepishly as she made her way up front to the driver while digging around in her purse for change. A penny fell, barely glancing at it she continued to rummage in search of spare change.  The driver patiently waited, after a few seconds she came up with some more change ($1.50 I presume) and dropped them in announcing, “I didn’t have enough change”. The driver looked at her and said,

    “ma'am the fare is $2.75, it is also states the fare there on the sign” he said pointing.

    “Well I just didn’t have enough change”, she reiterated.

    Taking a deep breath the driver responded by saying “ma'am the sign says $2.75 it does not say, if you don’t’ have enough throw in whatever you want”.

    2nd Leg of my commute: Waiting for the Elevator in the Subway to the Train

    I pressed the down button for the elevator waiting and finishing my bus observation story. The elevator passed going up without stopping and came back down some seconds later stopping on the bus platform where I was, it was packed. The door opened and no one made an move to come out. I didn’t even try to go in. “ooh full house, I guess no one wants the buses today” I said as some people smiled. Just as the doors were about to close two Asian girls started making their way sheepishly to the front asking excuse me to come out. ‘hmmmmm, two came out, there’s enough room for one’ I thought and made my way in sing songing, “good morning everyone”. “Good morning” they all said in chorus, as I exited I sing song, “Have a good day beautiful people” hurrying to the train as their “you too, have a good day” followed my receding back.

    3rd Leg of my commute: On the train…

    The train ride was pretty much uneventful except for the moments the train was stuck in the tunnels for a while. If I sound unphased it is because it happens so often one gets sadly accustomed to it. This is usually where I close my eyes and zone out, its either that or using good energy getting angry over something for which I have absolutely no control.

    4th & final leg of my commute: Waiting for the streetcar

    There was a line up (I don’t do line ups, sorry), so much people one would think it was a carnival. It was cold, ruggedly windy and the snow was coming down fiercely in big chunks. As I was walking toward the front part of where the streetcar would park I noticed a young woman watching me and smiling. She was my volunteer some years back, beautiful afro-Caribbean young woman. We chatted while we waited. The streetcar came and the push fest began. I simply positioned myself nicely allowing only a young woman with a baby strapped to her chest past, strolled in and took a seat.  My young friend and I continue to talk until I reached my stop. Again the push fest began, push to go in, and shove to go out. I was sitting and had to get up and catch a lady with her coffee as she was unceremoniously thrust aside as people attempted to exit the streetcar. The poor woman didn’t know what to do with herself. I just moved her into the seat I vacated and made my way out. The people outside was coming in, standing in the front and barring the people from exiting, no one would make room for us to come out. I had to ask, rather loudly, “Can the people to the front step off the streetcar and let us out please”, and with that we were out.

    I CHOOSE

    I Choose

    I do because I want to
    Not because I have to
    Not because I must do
    Not because I should do
    Not because I am pressured to
    Not because of accolades
    I do simply because I choose to
    Do not assume I will always do
    I’ll do as I continue to choose to
    Until I don’t
    Then I won’t
    Choose to


    D.B.S.Rhapsody © 2009