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Alot of folks are in need of rescue in their lives and this little girl's tune is just awesome...very healing.

Rescue Me

“I love thee, rescue me, shine your light, lead me home.
Lord all I need is your love, rescue me.”
- Katie Darnell, lyrics to Rescue Me

In late spring 2004, the Lord led me to a wonderful discovery while I was composing an article about Big & Rich, the country music duo.  I was led to unearth a gem that would change my spiritual perspective.  That priceless rock was the song Rescue Me written by a teenage cancer patient named Katie Darnell who went home to Jesus in June 2003.

John Rich and Big Kenny had become friends with Katie through their volunteer efforts.  Katie went from a shy, self-conscious young lady to a bold, outgoing and inspirational artist, over the course of a few years since her cancer diagnosis, which began as a brain tumor.

To help her deal with the overwhelming challenge of living with cancer, she composed a song, a song that completely reflects the power of God.  Rescue Me is a lyrical serenade truly reflecting the drippings of Katie's testimonial heart, that once spoken, or sung along to, carries transformative powers. And that power of transformation comes from the release that happens when you give all you are to the Lord and accept His complete presence in your life.  When you ask for rescue, in the way in which sweet Katie petitions in her song, you are asking God for divine guidance, divine leadership, divine love, and divine intellect and wisdom. In effect, Christ: To give and surrender all of your human limitations; to empty out your entire human vessel and accept the Rescue of the Lord.

The word "rescue" intrigued me so much that I decided to study this defined means of requiring intervention.  I found out many things.

From Roget's Super Thesaurus:

Rescue n. = saving, recovery, delivery, extrication, relief, release, liberation, salvation, heroics.

Rescue v. = save, recover, deliver, extricate, relieve, release, liberate, free, bail out, retrieve, save one's beacon.

John Rich was so moved upon meeting the young lady and hearing her tune that she composed while sitting in church one day, he quickly acted upon divine guidance and brought Katie’s story to the forefront. The song was recorded by John Rich and Big Kenny, and later by Wynonna and it appears on her latest record What the World Needs Now is Love.

Through the song Rescue Me, in all of its divinity, it remarkably brings about a wonderful transformation, or metamorphosis to the listener who seeks to yoke themselves to the beautiful experience that this song offers. In fact, Big Kenny and John Rich wrote a song She’s a Butterfly, as testimony of the metamorphosis that their sweet angel sisterly friend, Katie, so embodied and beheld.  This song was recorded by the lovely Martina McBride and appears on her album Martina.

2004 was a particularly challenging year for yours truly. Actually it was mid-2003 into 2004 that presented a series of unrelenting hurdles to clear. Some I didn’t clear. Some I ran into and fell down. Some I almost cleared and then fell flat on my face. Some I sat in front of and whined about how I would get over them. Some I sailed right over and kept on running, thinking I'd clear the next one and then my toe would tip it and send me head over heels on the journey.

Anyway, this little tune Rescue Me came along at the exact moment needed. I played it quite a bit, memorized the lyrics and would whisper them softly to myself or sing them aloud when I felt the need to be transformed into my Christ thinking, Christ action, Christ being. It would offer a metamorphosis into divinity on multiple levels. Many times, the lasting effect could carry me through the day, as I dealt with the challenges on my plate that threatened my health and thus overall well being.

I would sing Rescue Me to myself while on the street, the subway, riding my motorcycle, anywhere that I needed to commune as one in the secret place with my Lord and seek his everlasting healing effect and transformation of my limited humanity.

With all my Christ inspired spirit, I encourage you to say these sweet words written by Katie for yourself. They are herewith transcribed below as a brief synopsis in lyrical form from Wynonna’s recorded version of the song.

I envision a butterfly when I hear this song. I envision the smile of a young girl coupled with the sound of her soft laugher as the heart is enlightened while the song's effect shines brightly as a rescue beacon in the soul.

What do you do when you’re scared inside?
When all of your feelings just seem to collide?
Emotions just seem to let go.  All of your tears always follow.

All of these things that you’re feeling deep down and you realize that you’re calling out loud:
I love thee, rescue me, shine your light, lead me home. Lord all I need is your love
I love thee, rescue me, shine your light, lead me home. Lord all I need is your love
Rescue Me.

What do you do when the path leads nowhere?
When you need someone to be there?
Now you’re afraid of what’s gonna come and now there’s nowhere to run.

All of these things that you’re feeling deep down then you realize that you’re calling out loud:
I love thee, rescue me, shine your light, lead me home. Lord all I need is your love
I love thee, rescue me, shine your light, lead me home. Lord all I need is your love
Rescue Me.

“Oh it’s love’s sweet salvation,” cries the Blessed Lamb, “we can get through anything, as long as it’s you and me.”
I love thee, rescue me, shine your light, lead me home, Lord all I need is your love. 
Sweet love.  Rescue me.

God bless you, little Katie. Thank you for presenting your song to the world. 
Thank you, John Rich and Big Kenny, for bringing this talented young songwriter's music to the world. 
Thank you, Wynonna, for recording the song.

THE LATEST NEWS:  KATIE'S SONG IS NOMINATED FOR A DOVE AWARD 2/20/05

To hear a clip of Wynonna’s presentation of this song and Katie's story, please click here.

To read about how Big & Rich were divinely blessed to have met this gal, click here.

 Please purchase Wynonna’s record and Martina’s record in order to support Katie’s efforts and to enjoy the healing effects of the music.

Wynonna’s Record

Martina’s Record

I am very grateful and I thank God for leading me to this little girl’s divine lyrics
by way of some charming and loving country musicians.

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SKYROTICA… 

I had a new erotic experience, folks.  Nothing compares to this.  It’s called:  Skyrotica.

I took a glorious tumble out of an airplane.  Not just any airplane.

I went shimmy tandem dipping with a hunky army dude named Billy….I dove out with the best of the best:  The Golden Knights Parachute Team US ARMY crew.

Thanks to Woody of The Buffalo Chip Campground at Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, I was offered this opportunity one beachy evening during Daytona Bike Week 2004.  Would I be interested in being the motorcycle celeb guest to jump with the finest parachute team in the world for a special tribute to Veterans during Sturgis?  My eyes went wide as an Avon fatty and I screeched YES!  But, I was eager to do something special for the Veterans and this would be my first time ever taking the leap…sky leap.

Skydiving is orgasmic.  It is the six senses fully alive, just like when riding a motorcycle.   The wind carrying your body spread eagle as you receive the rush of your life.   You know I LOVE flying in airplanes, but, whew, to dive out of one?  Now we're talking SKYlust.

However, sky dancing is not only an erotic experience, it is the height of spirituality.  My soul was so jazzed to dip herself into the skyway where she belonged soaring.  In fact, while I was in the plane getting all hooked up to the hunky tandem dude, I tingled from head to toe.  And not from the fact that the hunky army dude had strapped me so tight to him that his private benjies were knocking on my door, but my soul was absolutely elated to receive the all natural experience of flying…just like souls were made for…but too many folks quell the need to fly free, oh gosh, in so many levels of their lives.

During freefall I giggled so hard that I think I had spit streams hitting God in the eye up above.   When the parachute was opened, I thought I did something wrong because I forgot all about the fact that you don’t freefall all the way, you gotta float, too.  So then we ripped North with the chute, me and the hunky Army guy.  Then we floated…drifted…swirled Southbound.

Oh the sensation of drifting, hovering over the majestic God-created masterpiece below made me realize just how one we are with the Universe.  We must protect God’s beautiful masterpiece, and that includes ourselves and each other.  We must LOVE very much, and appreciate deeply the gifts that are hidden within each breath we inhale and exhale.  Everything is alive.  Everything is vibrating with energy.  The sky gives you great BIG lessons in all things airy and breathy.

The wind is testimony to this airatious statement.  The wind awakens every bit of one’s being…the ultimate spiritual, physical, mental and emotional awareness = zing = wide open.  Take a leap for yourself folks, and let the winds of purpose carry you….the winds of truth!  Truth equals Freedom.  Freedom equals elated not jaded.

Skydiving is TRUTH manifested through a free falling, free floating adventure…and the metaphors that result from this beautiful activity align your perspective in a very Godly way… 

I crave Skyrotica…so would that make me a Skyphomaniac?  If so, bring it on.    - Sash

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Pickin up the Pieces

Pieces are for pickin up
Pieces of a dream
Pieces of a romance
And everything in between

Ever have to scoop down to pick up the fragments of a shattered dream? Slivers of coulda woulda shoulda mirroring the jagged truths of one’s oughta be abandoned destiny?

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KEEPING IT REAL

What you find, ah
What you feel, now
What you know, ah
To be real 
- lyrics by Cheryl Lynn

Real.  Reality.  The Real Deal.  What is real?  What you find?  What you feel?  What you know?  Well according to songstress Cheryl Lynn, those three questions define real real real real real.  I agree.  It's all a matter of perspective and those three questions indeed shape your reality.

Just today a friend said to me about my TLC show,  "It was great, but you should have just been yourself."   To which I replied, "Well, I was so much myself I had to tone it down, actually.  You don't really even know me.  You only know what you think is real, what you want to be real" 

See, there's that think is real again.  The assumption:  which is what you find, what you feel, what you know.  "So, you think you've got all the answers, huh?  What the hell do you know anyway?"  I thought to say to him, but didn't because I'm just too nice to trample.

I had to check in with folks that know me well to ask them, say, friend, did I, uh, keep it real during filming?  'Cause I sure thought so.  Everyone said, yes, amazingly real.  You're a natural at this stuff.  So ONE person felt I didn't keep it real.  Funny how that one person was a former boyfriend that didn't feel comfortable with me being myself anyway while we were dating.  He seemed to protest everything real about me, so it seemed.  The way I talked, the way I thought, you know...all the crap that riles a poor lover into a tailspin and then their confidence falls into the toilet.  So in his mind, I was not being real to what he wanted me to be anyway.  Could never please him.  Perhaps he just wanted an Arm Charm that keeps quiet and looks purty. 

Still, here I was being challenged by him for being myself.  Challenged for keeping it real.  He thought that me shaking my fringe top at the camera while riding my motorcycle down the highway was completely unacceptable.  Sigh.  I was only being ME.  I was being playful and silly.

Keep it Real.  Realllllittty.  Well, the producers of the TLC show didn't try any tricks to create any weirdness between my co-host and myself and this was great.  I'm not a confrontational person.  In fact, I hate confrontation.  Though I like things to go well and will protest and fuss if things get stupidly amiss for no reason. 

I'm like a big kid.  I just want to smile allot and have fun because life is so *&^ing difficult anyway, you know?  Why create more insanity by contrived BS.  So that kind of pretend reality, thankfully, wasn't a part of the program.  It certainly could have been.  But we kept it very real.  We shared our hearts and bared some soul.  There was much more that I was eager to capture at Daytona, but rain delays and other snafus tangled up the filming schedules.

Who is the real Sasha?  Well, who is the real YOU, reader?  I'm a mutt mix of all kinds of emotions and experiences that are impossible to hide though I keep everything in check and balance through faith. 

Yes.  I'm a dichotomy unto myself.   I'm deeply spiritual, yet deeply sensual on many levels at the same time.  I'm deeply modest, yet deeply sexual at the same time.  I think we are all extremes, especially based upon our experiences in life because it's the experiences that shape us; though we must be smart enough and sensitive enough to filter out the unreal experiences from the wolves in sheep clothing that try to seize our souls and the lying creepizoids that try and steal our thunder.  Either way, the extremes are our reality.  But we need to balance our own reality through wisdom, understanding and knowledge. 

Let go and keep it real.  Be who you are. Follow your heart.  Real is: what you find, what you feel, what you know.  Because what you find, will inevitably alter what you feel, and then, of course, completely shift what you know.  If you FIND OUT something, thennnnn you didn't know about it and thus found it.  It's like a treasure hunt. 

So, keep on exploring life from the perspective that you know nothing at all.  That's keeping it real.

Love,
Sasha

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Movin' On

4.19.04  When does one know that it is time to MOVE ON?   Here I sit in my NYC apartment longing for the wild riding oasis of Northern California, heck the entire Western United States.  My motorcycle is in Las Vegas as I write.  Why?  Let's see.  Well she's too expensive to keep in Manhattan because the parking is upwards of $200 and the insurance is $1176 per year.  But that's not really totally why.  I have a plan. 

See, my heart is torn.  Is it time to move on?  Have I exhausted my lifestyle here in New York City, the material metropolis of the world?  Yes, it has the best of everything because this is where the best comes to be shown off, but I'm beginning to think, so what? 

I want to feel that rush of freedom on my motorcycle anytime I want.  The quiet life I long for, too.  The quite pretty, simple life...the kind that Paris Hilton dabbles in as an alternative lifestyle that is so freaky and contrary to her living that it's definitely something to capture on film.  Life with us simple folks.  I'm so simple, yet I live in the most complex small town.

So, do I move?  Am I ready to leave New York City?  I mean Mary Kate and Ashley just moved here.  Will I miss out on something?  Is this city girl ready to just become a wild chrome cowgirl living out West, ready to saddle up at anytime?    Yeah. And...

I don't know.  I don't know how to know either, except through lots of prayer.  I keep asking God and writing in my prayer book and reading the bible trying to meditate to see or hear or feel the signs.  SIGH.  Nothing, at least, not yet.  However, I can't help but see all the little notices, maybe they are road signs?  For instance, the church bulletin on March 28th was entitled Moving On.  Then the word Move would appear in various odd places.  Then when I went to Easter Service, I was handed an old bulletin in error, yep, you guessed it, the one from March 28th.  The usher was shocked, "How did THAT get in there?"  Then, the Sunday paper two times when I randomly opened the pages, it fell on the words Movin' Out, featuring a big ad for the Billy Joel Broadway show.  Then the Sunday paper travel section featured Northern California, where my heart is.  And that same paper had a big ol' headline Moving On relative to real estate.  So, do you think God is trying to tell me something?  Or am I being a stubborn New Yorker, realizing that I have reasonable rent for this high priced metropolis and that because I have reasonable rent, I can't move, because, heck, I won't be able to afford to come back if I want to.  Plus, I'm an artist and I have all of these projects in the works and I need to be in NYC, I think?

Well the big question is:  Will I want to come back to NYC if I move for good?  Am I totally finished with New York City living?  Will I ever crave another H&H Bagel?  Zabar's or Fairways markets?  The ability to be entertained at anytime with absolutely cool and amazing artistry whether it be music, dance, theater, movies, all of it?  Is it really time to move on? 

Well, God, I think I need another sign, just to be sure.    Well, as of 5/15/04...no sign yet!  I'm still a wild child city girl rider longing to be a chrome cowgirl on the open roads.

"A good woman thinks before she speaks; ponders before she answers." - Proverbs

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The PASSION of The CHRIST

2.25.04 (note I left this entire essay up on the main page through March and into April!!)  As Adam and Eve were gifted a garden, in the garden did Jesus accept his fate to be crucified for our sins.  The Passion of The Christ is a portrayal of His PURE love.  The Messiah who came as the son of Man, the Son of God, to teach us to love one another.  The greatest commandment of all. 

We had not accepted LOVE, so God graciously and lovingly came to us as man to teach us, to set us on the path again.  The only way to return to the truth, to the way, to LOVE was to provide a manner in which the sin could be driven out.  Abolished.

God gave His son Jesus to teach and then We crucified Him.  It fulfilled the Word.  Through our continuous sin, we still crucify him even today, we hang him from the cross and whip Him with a switch with each transgression against one another. 

Without love, there is no hope, there is no peace.  Unless we join together as a brotherhood and sisterhood and bow before our risen Christ will we ever understand this.  Sin is the absence of God.  Never do I want to live in such a situation.  The absence of LOVE.  GOD.

Mel Gibson did a magnificent honor to this testimony.  He, as a willing servant of God, communicated this story, this testament to the world, via one of the only mediums that we will pay attention to these days:  Hollywood. 

I experienced this movie two times today, at 11:00am and at 10:30pm on this first day of Lent.  Notice that I do not use the word I “saw” the movie because it has nothing to do with simply viewing…it is an experience beyond any other.

It is not too graphic.  Society embraces evil, sinister movies with enormous blood and gore, home entertainment games depicting gruesome scenarios, yet it is not found as too graphic.  People are saying the Passion movie is too graphic, because it is a reality not tolerated.  Deal with it.  This is an artistic presentation, a telling so influential.

Right now there are horrifyingly graphic situations going on around the world, unspeakable acts which are far more graphic then we could ever handle.  Down right revolting, but it is happening.  Right now.  There is warfare, terrorism, disease, poverty, disasters and more right now depicting the definition of a world without love which equals no peace.  So if it's considered that Jesus being beaten, flogged, crucified to abolish those sins (the absence of God) in our lives, in our world is too graphic for society to handle then realize why there is such turmoil, because the truth cannot be faced.  Therefore, it's time for some deep reflection.  It's time to say, a world without GOD is not working.  A world without love and peace is not efficient for spiritual growth, for a brotherhood/sisterhood.

Critiquing this movie, is like critiquing the Bible, the Koran, the Kabbalah and so on.  From my perspective as a Christian and a person who loves folks from whatever or wherever they hail except EVIL people, I suggest this movie as an experience to truly embrace the Way the Truth The Light of the World.  Learn to love all over again.

The Passion of The Christ is LOVE.  The movie is filled with captivating metaphors that reach out and draw you ever closer, ever near, ever within deep to discover the Christ within your soul, the Father God who created us out of pure LOVE.

 Gals, don’t wear make up.  Fellows, check your macho stuff at the door.

 Allow yourself to become vulnerable and fully enter the experience of THE PASSION.  This movie experience is about Your journey, Your Personal Experience with the living God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. 

"This is definitely not a date movie; it is a think flick. It is not meant to be a documentary; it is a piece of art. You need a cup of herbal tea and a handful of those aromotherapy candles to chill out and process afterward." - Steve Beard - United Methodist Church

"Gibson has said the message of the film is faith, compassion and forgiveness. I believe you can see that, but you need to wade through a lot of blood to get there." -UMC.org  -- And even now, with the ravages of war, terrorism, abuse, victimization and more, we wade through a lot of blood to get "there." - S

More reflections about the movie from Miss Philosopha!

²⁸ And one of the scribes came up and heard them disputing with one another, and seeing that he answered them well, asked him, "Which commandment is the first of all?" ²⁹ Jesus answered, "The first is, 'Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one; ³⁰ and you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.' ³¹ The second is this, 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no other commandment greater than these." ³² And the scribe said to him, "You are right, Teacher; you have truly said that he is one, and there is no other but he; ³³ and to love him with all the heart, and with all the understanding, and with all the strength, and to love one's neighbor as oneself, is much more than all whole burnt offerings and sacrifices."  Mark, Chapter 12  www.bibleontheweb.com

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I’ve got a Red Hot Engine racin’ fast between my thighs…ROAMANCE

If there ever comes a day When we can't be together keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever.  -- Winnie the Pooh

I can feel you, movin thru my veins
Try to keep it real, but you’re
Cloudin up my brain
Making me feel like…
That I just can’t live without you
Making me realize….uh oh! oh!
You oughta be Against the Law  … 
Against the Law, written by Avram featuring Sasha on vocals.
copyright 2003  ASCAP/BMI

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There's A Place for You.

01.05.04  No matter the year, your age, your circumstance, there is always a place for you.  As I was hootin and hollerin it up in gospel song to the Lord at Central Baptist Church (known as the friendliest church in NYC) I was blessed with this thought:  There's a Place for You.  So I share with you the following.

Each one of us is blessed with the same gifts:  love, respect, honor, purpose, truth.  At the same time, we are blessed with individual gifts of the spirit, the body, the mind.  Each one of us has a very important place hold in his or her life: a place to be completely the truth reflecting their blessed purpose.  We must forge straight ahead to where God wants us to go in order to experience our purpose.  God is love, light, truth and directs us into all matters of such.

There's a Place for You because you behold gifts beyond measure.  Most of us have yet to discover our gifts because life is overwhelming at times but our priority is to follow our own yellow brick road home to our truth, no matter what.  Your gifts are there awaiting you to begin your journey to find them.  This generous living ought to be taught to everyone we encounter, not just our families and friends, eh?  Because if we did live according to our own purpose and truth, then we wouldn't suck the life out of each other seeking to fulfill that which we lack, nor would we allow the needs of the people in our lives to become all consuming, thus overwhelming us and having us postpone our maximum potential to a more convenient moment, like, say, when?

Sometimes the journey will take us into puzzling locations and way unfamiliar terrain and that is our place for the moment so that we can evolve and learn, though we must keep going forward!  This life has all the trappings of super power, money, fame--though unsupported by purpose.   The media perpetuates all of these and makes regular folks feel completely inadequate and thus we lose our place in life because it seems that place has something to do with power, money, fame. 

Basically, as I see it, all of those worldly delights are a replacement for what we really each want to experience everyday: love, honor, respect, truth from our friends, our families, our jobs, all of our interrelationships and circumstances in life.  Behind that beautiful conduct of life IS power, recognition and prosperity (a good place to be) which relates to celebrating and supporting one another as a true brotherhood - sisterhood.   No one is forgotten by the power and grace of GOD for which we are all called as one family to HIS Glory, for me it is in Christ, for others, it is another way. 

More for 2004 means more truth, more love, more light and much more purpose discovered during the journey.  There IS a Place for You, for you are born from the grace of love and purpose.  You belong here, now get off your butts and get busy.

Some thoughts to consider:

Within ourselves there is a deep place at whose edge we may sit and dream.  -Lehrman

Life is an endless struggle - Full of frustrations and challenges - But eventually you find a hairstylist you like.  -anonymous.

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12.08.03  The holiday season defines family.  Family coming together, giving to one another.  Family comes in various forms as we are all united.  We are all one.  One action, affects the other.  We have our blood relatives, sharing cells and bloodlines, inheriting the oddities and bonuses -- and then we have longtime people that we know and consider immediate family, and still we, as the whole of nature, are all fully related there, too.

But then there is the family which is the Strangers.  Yes, the Stranger family.  Family, i.e., bros and sisters, folks that you just do not YET know.  That's the Stranger Family.  Hi, I'm Sasha Stranger.  Welcome to me.  So, when you may not have blood relatives to gather with, or longtime friend relatives to gather with, you always have the Stranger relatives.  The family that you end up getting to know, just 'cause. 

Because of my long work hours and odd jobs trying to support my artistry, for a number of years I would end up celebrating holidays alone with the Strangers.  Folks at the diner where I would have my cheeseburger because a burger reminds me of road food and that is comforting.  I met some wonderful Brothers and Sisters in the Stranger clan in various locations and circumstances, aside from holiday gatherings.  Immediately I would be adopted over and over again into the Stranger clan. 

See, you never leave the Stranger clan.  You are always so-and-so Stranger to a person who is also a Stranger.  I have received wonderful gifts from my Stranger family, as I have given wonderful gifts to them.  The gifts were things that you could see, smell, touch, feel, hear, sense.  Just me for you. And just you for me.  Wrapped up in emotions, wrapped up in circumstances, wrapped up in life.  Colorful ribbons of past and present.  See, we are gifts to one another because we are all relatives, whether or not you're last name is Stranger.

Some thoughts to consider:

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
Louisa May Alcott

The courage to imagine the otherwise is our greatest resource, adding color and suspense to all our life.
Daniel J. Boorstin

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11.27.03 Thanksgiving Day - "fourth Thursday in November in the United States; second Monday in October in Canada; commemorates a feast held in 1621 by the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag"

Thanksgiving.  Thanks for giving.  A gathering to thank.  Thank you.  Acknowledgement. Thank you for giving to me.  I like to contemplate on the meaning of this day.  It originated as a thanks to the creator from the Native American peoples and the new Americans from Europe.  "the myth of "The First Thanksgiving...Although the gathering which took place between the English colonists and the Wampanoag in the autumn of 1621 in Patuxet/New Plymouth has become known as "The First Thanksgiving," it would not have been considered a thanksgiving by the people involved. Not only was it not a "thanksgiving," but also it was also not a "first!" Native Peoples all over this continent have given daily thanks to their Creator for thousands of years. Likewise, celebrating days of thanksgiving was a familiar tradition for the Europeans who eventually colonized North America."  This from the Plymouth museum's exhibit.

Here's my thanksgiving for the holiday season:  I give thanks to you, my readers and fans.  I give thanks to my motorcycle family of bros and sisters.  I give thanks to my immediate family, my darling cat, and to my motorcycle - Tigerlily.  I give thanks to GOD for my life here on this chaotic planet filled with a bunch of confused humans that think we have all the answers. 

Thank you is a really important thing to say to another.  It's an acknowledgement of gratitude.  An attitude of gratitude is essential to start a productive, promising day.  Say a prayer of thanks to GOD and utter this word to the folks that do for ya.  Thank you...Thank you...Thank you....Thanksgiving should be everyday.  Ask for your special blessing and utter thanks at the same time because that blessing is on the way, only if the thanks is sincere.

Some thankful thoughts to consider:

"Got no check books, got no banks. Still I'd like to express my thanks. I got the sun in the mornin' and the moon at night." - Irving Berlin

An ungrateful heart is one that refuses to be satisfied, thereby rejecting both the Giver and the gift. - Leslie Armstrong

"Do not get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time." - Galatians 6:9

"No duty is more urgent than that of returning THANKS." - ST AMBROSE

"Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 THESSALONIANS 5:16-18

"We should spend as much time in thanking God for His benefits as we do asking Him for them." - ST VINCENT DE PAUL

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11.10.03  'tis the Holiday season coming upon us in a few weeks.  It's the time of year when we're supposed to be really nice to each other and treat one another like brothers and sisters, say "please" and "thank you" a bunch more times than we usually do throughout the year. 

It's interesting that most people only adopt a jolly spirit during the holidays when it's about family, breaking bread together, giving and sharing and being thoughtful.   Like the way bikers are all the time, ya know?  

Here's my philosopha on this:  How 'bout adopting a jolly spirit all the time and through simple actions, not just the fluff words.  Simply be kind, acknowledge the other, don't judge folks based upon shallow facts and appearances.  Compliment folks and treat 'em like a treasure. Bake a pie, roast a pig, share a cigar.  In the motorcycle culture there's a bunch of jolly St. Nicks and Mrs. Claus riding around, being charitable and dear all the time, through out the year.  So, this holiday season, let the jolly spirit carry throughout the year.  Even when someone behaves as a piss off, squash it with kindness and hand 'em a chocolate kiss and then tell them to GET IT OVER IT.

The holiday spirit is a glimpse of how the world could be if folks were more loving, kind and funny.  One time this person on the subway, (well, more than one time actually), was just a nasty thang to me.  Pedestrian rage is jest like road rage.  That hot flash of anger because the other person was so damned disrespectful and careless!  Thoughtless!  Rude! the rage pulses through you like a shot of Wild Turkey.  Well, I sure felt this hot wave of anger pump when this nasty person verbally assaulted me.  However, I immediately realized the ugly strength and energy contained in that emotional surge, so I quickly switched off that anger and screamed "God Bless You!" as hardcore as I would have said an "EFF YOU!" cuss.    

Now here we are on a packed, smelly subway.  The other people on the train were real surprised.  The lady continued to try to get all gnarly at me and I kept repeating over and over to her "God Bless You," as if she was uncontrollably sneezing, ya know?  To sneeze is to excrete waste because it gunks up and tickles your nose.  See, God makes something "funny" happen like a tickle to get rid of the waste...  So, this lady was excreting all kinds of nasty venom words and attitude, so she needed a bunch of God Bless Yous.

Keep the shiny s'mile up.  This Holiday Season, make it a pact with yourself to carry on that excellent bro and sis-hood, kind, loving spirit forever, not just a few months.  And don't forget to say "God Bless You" to someone who tries to excrete waste at you during the Holiday Season...

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10.13.03  So, when the going gets tough the tough kick butt...no we get goin' goin' and goin'.  I arrived home to NYC at midnight on Saturday evening.  For the past year I had been hanging out in the mountains of Northern California.  Gee, NYC is fast.  It's neat to be home, back to my city lifestyle.  But I learned so much living in those slow, beautiful mountains, riding wild and free through the twists and turns, perfect weather, under a sunny glow or a star canvassed sky.  I learned that things are big.  Life is big.  Bigger than we can ever comprehend.  Living in NYC I felt that I got all kinds of lost in the shuffle of smallness.  Big buildings, big prices, big things that just don't matter, but made me feel small, insignificant and grinding to keep myself afloat.

Trying to keep up, make ends meet, working like a team of horses all by myself pulling my cart of dreams like a noose around my neck.  But there's a whole other life out there.  'Cause life is gigantic.  And we, as individuals, are gigantic, who said we're a speck?  A speck?  No way!  We're way bigger than the buildings, way bigger than any price.  Rich or poor every one of us is huge.  We just need to allow the fullness of life to work in our lives.  Widen our perspective.

Every action in our lives is GIGANTIC.  As big as the universe that houses all those stars and dangles that big moon.  We each produce ripples and waves and affects and effects.  If we were so small, our actions and thoughts would make little difference.  But we are grand...fabulous creatures with grandiose missions. Our spirits can leap tall buildings in a single bound.  Our grand mission is to love and live and be truthful and filled with joy all because we are dialed into our purpose whatever that deep-seated and seeded God given talent may be.  Ooooo that's HUGE.

9.29.03   

Gee, this photo reminds me of a woman on a motorcycle! Tee Hee!  Okay.  As an artist it's really important to learn to take criticism.  I've gotten good at it.  As of late, I just think, "whatever," and go about my life.  Luckily, I don't get too much criticism.  But, "whatever."  I take into consideration constructive stuff, for sure.  I like to learn and grow.  What's a drag is the pretentious comments, from folks who think they know, but haven't a clue what the hell they're talking about.  Know anybody like this?  I had such an encounter last week which made me chuckle out loud, my friends.  More like, scream.  Sigh.  Well, interestingly enough, a major news media outlet decided that a segment about women & motorcycles was just "too fluffy" for them.  Fluffy?  Jeez.  I've heard all kinds of hardcore descriptions about us "chicks" over the years, including as of late a more humbling one, that we are inspiring, which is nice.  But, for those folks who decide what is newsworthy:  a woman riding a motorcycle brings to mind, FLUFFY?    Hmmmm.  Note that I had to put that word in bedroom slipper pink, you know pink satin slippers with the puff fuzz on top with little high heels.  Our dear women's historians and early activists surely would be dismayed by this comment considering that motorcycles contributed to women's social and dress reform away from FLUFFY!!!! HELLO!!!!  Fluffy, in this regards seems to mean no substance?  I don't know.  My philosophical thought on this is:  a deep thought.  Here's one:

Deep Thought by Sasha:  When you saddle up on your motorcycle like an Iron Godiva and joyously take to the open road alone, facing mother nature's unexpected mood swings and traveling several hundred adventure-filled miles and you're feeling strong, beautiful and free, don't believe anyone who tells you that you look too fluffy on that bike, because if you believe that crap then you might blow away in the wind and disappear.  

Women who ride ARE strong, beautiful and free with tales to tell and tires to kick.  Newsworthy tidbits

So ladies, gentlemen of the moto ridership do let me know your fluffy thoughts about this.  

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9.16.03:  Whew, after finally birthing my Bikerlady: Living & Riding Free book project, I looked at the finished product and thought, "Wow, I wrote this?"  The entire project was created upon a prayer, everyday, that indeed I would be able to finish the book under the ridiculous deadline set forth by the publisher.  There was NO time for writer's block.  In fact, each time I sat at the computer I thought, "hey girl, just get on your motorcycle in your mind and it'll all flow to you."  So I did.  I'd reach for the motorcycle magic, the wind, and pray and low and behold, here's the book.  The motorcycle is magic and I hope that you allow it's magic to work wonders in your life, even if you passenger.  Go with the flow and let the spark in your soul become the fire called your purpose.

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