Monthly Archives: January 2013

A Conversation

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“I will go there.”

“Where?”

“to the ends of the earth”

“but the earth is round and always spinning…. won’t you get dizzy become passed out never seeing the end, never being finished”

“Why would I want it to be final?”

“then you can stop, rest and live your live the way you are supposed to everyone needs to do that!”

“but where is the fun in that? I get to see the world”

“You will be broke and torn!”

“Wouldn’t you want to be the one item in the Antique store that the edges are worn from wear?”

“I thought fresh out of the box was better?”

“For a museum, maybe who wants to be always fragile and never touched. Where are the scars that tell the stories, there is no life in it, just something to admire.”

“It’s safe!”

“It’s boring!”

“Go then, don’t blame me for not warning you”

“I have already fallen’ into a centrifuge separated from the core.”

“I always knew you were missing a few parts.”

“That’s right, little bits of me floating in space.”

“Space? Out of this World? Don’t you want to be home?”

“Home is where the heart is.”

“yuch, this again!”

“It’s true, don’t you see?”

“See what?”

“That is exactly my point!”

“You see what you want to see.”

“You’re confusing me.”

“I know, I’m confused myself…those must be the missing parts”

“You got me spinning”

“That is what I am trying not to do. My mind, body, spirit or soul, however you want to call it, even my heart were floating everywhere, I chose to follow my heart.”

“STOP talking in Hallmark cards!”

“Again that is my point!”

“A Hallmark card has something for everyone. Some are disappointing, sad, humorous, enduring, cheerful….you get me. However they are all given to display and affirm love.”

“Love? You have really gone crazy now!”

“You always feel loved when I am around haven’t you?”

“Yes, mostly well there was this one time….”

“I swear if you bring that up….”

“You really need to learn to lighten up…..maybe that is the missing part? Sometimes you aren’t always here.”

“Precisely!”

“Circles we are spinning circles”

“I was here but this bit was over here and this person had this, I was never together, that is why I need to go.”

“Won’t that pull you further apart, being everywhere…..Where is it you are going you have said yet?”

“Not quite sure.”

“Then why leave?”

“cause I am not all here, I need to be there to be here.”

“You are exhausting.”

“Sleep any chance I get these days.”

“You must be going on a quest, you are not looking for the Holy Grail are you?”

“Even Monty Python thought that was funny. I know what I want and where it is.”

“Then what is it? Don’t tell me Precious Moments, now I am getting sick”

“So was I!”

“Then stop!”

“Would you stop if you didn’t feel full?”

“Don’t get me started talking about food, you know how I love to eat.”

“So do I, but we will do that later.”

“What’s later?”

“Eating!”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I already told you to the ends of the earth”

“Oh, we are back on that again.”

“Look I will always be what you wanted me to be successful, respected and loved, though this time it will be different I will be satisfied because I have everything I have always wanted.”

“But you won’t be here.”

“I will, there will be more of me here then ever before…all because I went to the ends of the earth to follow my heart, to be with my soul and have my body feel one with another.”

“More Hallmark cards!”

“Think of it this way. Because you picked the card for you, you will always feel loved for the fact I have sent the love just the way you need it.”

“This is starting to get very cheesy.”

“Yeah! I am ready to go to Dick’s now.”

“Are you calling me a Dick?”

“You can be, but I want a Dick’s cheeseburger.”

“Good because I don’t even have one, but I will take one of those.”

-Jennie Nawrocki

An Encounter

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It’s late at night in the middle of downtown. Bricks reflect the wet of the ceased rain aided from the permanent illuminance of the street lamps along side the building names. I find a dry spot just atop “blank was here” where I am thankful to rest. Inhaling deep breaths glad to be starting the final piece of my waking day. What do I have left to do, I must check my phone. I check all my network sites without emotion, just to put it away to wait for the next bus. Covering my legs I look over at the people standing, seeing a woman handing out material to people with them avoiding her as though she had the bird flu or worse yet wasn’t pc.

She was running out of time.

She soon would be coming my way. I check my phone only for the time, hoping that I wouldn’t face an encounter also. A bus came providing a mere hour before even the first person could request a stop. Swarming to get the best seat just to breathe. It is all empty now, just me a few other people and her. It was going to happen, bound to happen.

She was running out of time.

Debating ipod on or off, I should make a phone call so off but it is frigid the gloves must stay on to feel even a slight warmth. Then it happens as I look down at the brick multiplying my feet, I see Jesus saves us because Armageddon is coming, you must prepare, you must know. She is happy I talk with her, even smile in her direction. She sets down her torn bag, crouched to sit, to breathe but didn’t. I didn’t want her to either but then I saw, this elderly woman in what seem to be the last of her very tender years of pain and distraught. She had only an underbite full of darken, pointed almost wooden teeth. Grey hair poking out of a beanie cap, those beautiful cat eye glasses. Wearing a plaid charcoal coat covering the pleated shirt without straight lines ending with frayed edges towards her black tights and nursing shoes. I started to melt with empathy, she wasn’t going to hurt me, I misjudged, she only wanted the same thing I did to sit and breathe.

She was running out of time.

Pulling out her vintage bible trusting me to hold her most precious piece “read” I read allowed the verse she pointed to with confidence. It was written partially in Hebrew, the words were Hebrew within the bible, huh I don’t understand. Helping me pronounce the passage, she says it is coming Armageddon, Armageddon be prepared. What shocked me was that was, she left, gathered up her stuff and left. Walking away less than a step at a time towards the next person, please someone listen to her. The next person will, probably thinking I must get the word out.

She was running out of time.

I watched her struggling to walk, thinking how her day must look, Where she will go? What does she do? Was she happy? She seemed happy, but all the people that shame her everyday. I thought what could I do to help people like her? Why was I so cautious? She only wanted to talk, she only wanted.

She was running out of time.

Skimming the mini booklets. Jehovah’s Witnesses wanted, needed people to follow the greatest man, Lord for he will come and bring Armageddon. Folding the newspaper of a book, I could only think, how can she throw her life away to do this, just this? She looks as though a month spent in a hospital would only be the beginning of her recovery. If I throw away the words, will I disrespect her? or Do I disrespect myself by believing any of it? She is just a loon, this material is debunk, complete fooey? I couldn’t decide? Others would have had no second guesses but me, I am different? I can’t decide?

I am running out of time.

The bus comes, I take one last breath and board the bus just as I do, letting the papers fall in the trash. It seemed so easy,. Hopefully she didn’t notice, hopefully she didn’t see. She gave with love and I just threw it away to move on with my day. Although why did I feel so guilty?

I chose how to spend my time.

PS this is a true story, no parts are fictionalized or meant to represent anything else.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Love

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love has no definition however its boundaries can be broken.
found everywhere for everyone but yet it is not always felt.
to have it, see it, feel it can cause
years of searching for love without gain.

when found

build for day to day moments of memories
encompassed with passion towards a continued connection
simply existing together rewards the sorrow of mistakes
find meaning in the truth love has no definition.
A poem explained:
I used to think romance was something out of a fairy tale. I never believed it was always the everyday gestures of sentiment that really show love. I may not have love but I am seeing more and more through talking with couples that have been together over 30 years how they stay together. It really ain’t a piece of cake and they will tell you that, but it is also a give and take but most important it is a commitment, a promise to sticking with each other. In other words who is going to be that person that takes the middle seat in an airplane.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Discovering Love

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Beautiful the possibilities
Bulging with promise
Beginning to partake in its bounties

Piece by piece explored
Picked for its explosions
Portrayed with eagerness playfully

Spinning in another direction
Spoiled from disappointment
Somebody say you’re sorry

Try again to gain
Turbulant vocal gushes
Toppling into turmoil

What’s left?
Words of loathing
Withdraw from the waste

Look within
Leaving to clear the window
Live only to love.

Action

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Continually reminiscing the black holes
brings nothing but emptiness
forever despondent of air
riding into the abyss

It commences with a fever
staking the only future
free of the nuances
openly for the world to believe

Turn the mind
reevaluate inter weavings
inside see a small particle
gone exponential

relating differently through reflection
mutual finality occurs
soon transparency emerges
shattering all perceived truths

working slowly to build
strong understandings of inner framework
even surprising yourself
knowing secrets of the subconscious

feelings morphed from within
supporting the foundation
durability is the key
strengthening the whole

Sustainability through versatility
for it was your choice
trusting where you belong
when nothing was guaranteed.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Unbelievable

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The heart she had destroyed
always told its you
not me
I’m at fault
I’m selfish
I did wrong
I was left
no one wanted to save me

I was pushed
I told myself
it is your own fault
I am unlucky
I am the problem
I am the only one who does bad
It is my pride, my ego
my judgement, my choice
that brought me down

I hear them say
you are a nobody
somebody who can’t
definitely shouldn’t
wear a craze lunatic sign
you freak
you have no heart to give
hospitalization, jail, die
is your only choice
we will make sure you love no more

good thing, I don’t listen either.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Lessons

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When a student does something that a teacher and/or administrator is required to follow through with consequences, during the process part of the conversation usually entails some version of this question, What did you learn? Often putting all the responsibility on the student rather than all parties involved. It is only when the problem is repeated or ballooned within either the school or real world environment when the whole scenario is looked at often resulting in the administrations fault because they didn’t put together the supports needed to stop the problem in the first place. Take for example the economic decline, at first it was the persons fault for not paying their bills or participating with insider trading, then people may look at what they did wrong and possibly stop however for various reasons the actions continue if not expand. Then it starts to be the companies fault not providing internal policies that would catch the behavior before it caused tremendous harm. However it is now the governments fault for not creating or enforcing laws especially when they affect the populus as a whole. Resulting to the fact that it is again the people’s fault because they voted in corrupt politicians. By now it is so widespread, so interweaved causing world wide panic of depression that nothing is clear as to whom is responsible. Now we are all trying to clean up a big mess, which many people theorize as to how to solve. Since everyone else has an opinion or has given their solution why not be in the masses and throw out mine.

I long ago wrote an essay on motivation (now lost in the tech abyss of deletions), in short that essay says motivation all boils down to that american constitutional right of the pursuit of happiness. It is that individuals happiness that determines whether gaining money is defined by greed or simply just survival. Think about it I can have the same mattress for years while another person feels if they don’t change it or have the money to change it once a year passes then they feel distraught, or otherwise unhappy.

In the schools a student may misbehave to gain others love and respect the only thing he always wanted from his peers or a girl wanting to escape the world of paper pencil lecturing because she is a person who would do better learning skills as an apprentice in a workshop for she is primarily happy when she can create, fix, build all skills that prepare her for blue collar jobs which hardly exist.

When we become adults our motivations for happiness become more complex because we have more responsibilities derived from our numerous connections. Some would call this the politics of Joe the plumber. He still has that primal instinct to fight or flight the everyday needs of survival, but yet again those may be different from Sally the regular office worker. Whether this ability to pursue happiness through basic survival needs is morally just has become the bigger debate.

Truly it is these internal motivational factors that determine all the lessons you will learn. Basically if you are not motivated internally external factors become irrelevant. A person will always further themselves if they think their survival or glimpse at happiness is paramount. A case in point a gang member would rather rot in prison than rat their own out because their fate would be worse if they broke the gangs/personal code of honor. That is why in any scenario a manipulation of the environment may aide but to inspire within always wins out.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Waiting

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We never met but a glance,
Always an eyegazing dance.
You saw me, I looked through you.
I saw you and you looked through me.
Without a moment alone,
Nothing ever got done.
Forever learning too,
Brings no need to plea.
For it will all come to past,
Us waiting so fast.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Generations

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Coming from varied cultures
Bright with possibility
An interaction of sounds
Bustling uncomfortable barriers
Joining conversational pauses
For moments of laughter
Continually repeating
Growing productive passageways
Respective of all lifespans

-Jennie Nawrocki