Get Mad, Tim Tebow, Get Mad - Just Once, for me

I’m a little bit obsessed with the man that is Tim Tebow. I know a little and obsessed don’t go together, but he is a heck of a mystery to me and I’m trying to figure out what it is about him that lures me.

Is it his unshakable character?

Is it his spirituality and blind faith?

Is it his pure physical strength?

His charming smile?

Or, is it his invisible shield he puts up when the crowd boos, or veteran quarterbacks mercilessly criticize him (Boomer, Elway, Young, etc…) and how he doesn’t flinch, get mad, or complain? He faces his critics with poise, respect and a smile. Is it his blessedness?

I really don’t know. It could be all those things as all of the above are extraordinary for one individual to possess, almost inhuman. I see John Elway as the devil throwing Tim Tebow to the sharks to get eaten up by locker room dissent, Mark Sanchez who couldn’t possibly think another quarterback is a good thing, and with Coach Rex Ryan who thrives on the media spotlight, the attention, call him Broadway Rex. Yet, Tim Tebow is happy to be a Jet, happy to help any way he can and is having fun with Mark Sanchez and the boys of green.

Really?

The bummer is he wants to be a quarterback; it’s what he knows, it’s who he is. He craves being the leader of the pack, to motivate, energize and fire everyone up to greatness. What he did this past Sunday was absolutely not good football. Coach Rex Ryan had him bulk up to 250 lbs. so Tim Tebow can play any position. Why? What a waste. Commentators are saying stupid things like he has to stop doing the “Curls for the Girls.” It’s not his choice, dummies. Blame Rex for his new heft. (Besides, he always had those amazing biceps.) There is no way Tim Tebow is ever going to improve on being a quarterback with The Jets. The Jets have him as this extra little sideshow, doing not even noteworthy football. You’ll never see Tim Tebow throw a pass in this strange oddball setup. So, how will he ever improve his game and be the best quarterback he can be in the NFL world? He won’t with The Jets.

Tim Tebow keeps praying and keeps his bible verses motivating him, but at some point, I’d really like to see him say, “Come on, guys. I can do more than this. And this Wild Cat stuff isn’t really me.” Or, stomp his feet and say, “I WANT TO BE A REAL QUARTERBACK!”

But that’s not Tim Tebow, or could it be on the inside? Is this why he has to pray for strength to keep him going in a sea of green that is infested with sharks with absolutely no chance of being the quarterback and team leader that he wants to be?

(I’d ask to be traded, if I were him.)

I admire him because he deals with the cards he is given, and don’t forget he gets a nice paycheck to do whatever it is he is asked to do. His stoic faith gets him through. He laughs off things, too. Maybe he gets how crazy it all is, but the only one benefitting from the mayhem is Mark Sanchez, who I guess needed a little healthy competition to put some fire in his play.

We are blessed to know you, Tim Tebow. I can’t wait until you find a home where you can show John Elway what you really got!

Poppies in Blue - Fourth of July Art Burst

The Toe Shoe watercolor entry in my Art Journal

The well-worn toe shoe.  Why does it facinate me? It has a solid toe base, firm and strong, yet the body of the shoe is flexible and soft.  The mix of soft and hard, grace and strength, blood and beauty all thrown together in a stormy dance.

The talent and strength of being able to dance in toe shoes is fascinating to me.  I could never do it.  But to watch the dancers tap around on their toes takes enormous strength and skill along with lithe beauty.  It draws me and appeals to my inner senses.  Paint and words, color and black, beauty and fact...hmmm.

The Toe Shoe

Dega Inspired Ballerina using pastels and watercolor

The image of the ballerina is one of the most provacative forms and conjures up many emotions, from childhood fantasy, to fairy like dolls, flying dancers doing the impossible with their bodies and always the hypnotising story of the dance.

Long, languid, liquid, lines....
Twirling, swirling, flowing, emoting
beauty and strength

grace and steel

Bon Soir, Paris! Je t'aime....Midnight in Paris!

I was so happy to have a night out to escape in the darkness of the movie theatre.  My kids and their friends were upstairs watching their movie, txting me they all found seats and were settled for an exciting show for the night.  Ahhhh. Bliss.  I was here and they were there.  Even better my husband who was in Brooklyn all day for work was going to try to make the show.  I was six rows from the front and nudged my way past about seven seated people to find myself against the brick wall.  I was surprised to see so many people already seated for this movie.  I wasn't too excited by it as if it was a period piece that I like such as Pride and Prejudice.  The previews came and went and the movie began.  The seven people were suddenly disrupted again rising one at a time as my husband climbed over knees and joined me! I was so happy to see him missing all day, and his hands ran along my bared legs felt so warm.  He made it!

The movie began with images of Paris, every famous gorgeous historic location one after the other.  Oh my!  No wonder why so many people fall in love or propose or create masterpieces in Paris.  The Louvre, Arc de Triumph, the Seine, the Eiffel Tower, rows and rows of colorful shops, cafes and markets, cobbled streets, ...on and on...I was mesmerized and completely hooked.  I was sitting there smiling feeling such joy at what I was seeing in this movie. 

Much to my surprise, it was whimisical in time traveling to the 20's and the then the 1800's.  The audience got a glimpse of what it might have been like to meet Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Picasso, Gaugin, and Salvadore Dali! It was wonderful!  It made me want to paint, to write, to create and to dance and spin like in this picture...in the rain!  I felt bliss in this movie.  The main underlying plot was predictable but it was the fun and interesting journey along the way that swept you away in free abandoment even if it was improbable, crazy or ridiculous.  Why not?  This is Paris and Midnight in Paris was magical!  I'm in love and want to dance on the streets of Paris.

Jesus Has Risen, but what of Mary Magdalene?

“Mary!”

Mary then knew exactly who stood before him glowing in bright angelic light. The one word of intimacy of one’s name left no doubt this was Mary Magadelene’s Jesus.

“Do not cling to me.”

It is in these words, that puts their physical relationship to rest, a death like his own, but a resurrection of a new relationship put in an almost incomprehensible realm. Oh, how this must be what the “Agony and the Ecstasy” must feel like. To want, to ache and to long for the love of her life, but to never truly “have” him is the essence of Mary Magadelene's cross that she bears. As in Jesus Christ Superstar’s lyrics, “I don’t know how to love him…” is the complexity of Mary’s love and devotion to Jesus, the Man and Jesus, The Christ. So mysterious is she, yet we do know she is strong, brave and stalwart in her devotion and commitment to their relationship, whatever exactly it was. She stayed until his last breath; she was the first to go to his tomb; she was the first to see the resurrected Jesus appear before her. She believed. She followed undauntingly.

I would be hurt by Jesus’ words, “Do not cling to me.” It sounds like a rejection and a lack of reciprocation of feelings, but it had to be. Throughout his relationship as a man on earth with Mary Magdalene, it had to be an inner struggle with him the entire time knowing, knowing the moment would come when they could not be in body together, yet despite that knowledge, he kept her close. He couldn’t deny himself her company and would not deny himself her company while he remained a man. She sat next to him at The Last Supper. I’d say that is a high place of honor, indeed. Being female with our innate nurturing qualities, she may have been a steady source of comfort to him with both knowing unfailing what would come.

I want to know, and I feel terribly guilty and as if I'm a bad Catholic, but I can't help but wonder, Did Jesus and Mary have sex? Was it a sexual relationship? Did he give in to his manly desires? Was Mary Magadalene his true love and soulmate, or was he in control of his earthly desires knowing he was God’s son? I don’t know. No one apparently does. Mary’s tale was written by the memory by men a good 60-65 years after Jesus’ death…no one will know for sure except for Mary and Jesus. I think the single word uttered when Jesus appeared to Mary when she was confused and didn’t recognize him tells us a great deal.

“Mary!” (Mary! Look. it’s me…me, your Jesus…but I have changed to the Holy Spirit and you can have me no more.)

Information learned on the Smithsonian website www.smithsonianmag.com/history.../magdalene.html -
Fascinating stuff!

Desperately Seeking Solace in Spirits

Spirits, where are you? (Ghost Adventurers)

Is it any wonder that my nerves are jangled? Earthquakes, Tsnami’s, Massive Death and Destruction, War in Libya, Air Raids, Bombing…the death of Liz Taylor, the heart attack of a friend, and a student flying home to be with his dying mother.


Geez, it’s surprising I haven’t turned to alcohol or something worse, but this is too much! I watch Ghost Adventurers, Celebrity Ghost Stories, Psychic Kids and Ghost Whisperer like a dry sponge that wants to soak in story after story of the after life. I need to hear, to see, to believe that there is something more than this. There has to be. I’m engrossed in Zac provoking the haunted spirits that linger in Remington’s Gun Factory, wanting to hear the disembodied voices. “Did you hear that?” Foot steps. A laugh. A faint cry. I heard it. I crave the bonified proof that spirits exist, that we don’t vanish into nothingness.

Then there is the little boy’s book, titled, “Heaven is Real.” He has a burst appendix when he is four years old and is cradled in Jesus’ lap and sees his grandfather with large Angel Wings. He says, and I’ve heard this from my reading of psychic medium books, that no one is old. They are 20 or 30 years of age at most. He said heaven is colorful and filled with a lot of people. Sadly, he was asked if he can still see it clearly as many years have gone by and he does acknowledge that his memory of it is fading. If only we can see what he saw, but we will. One day we will. But why is that book a best seller right now?
See paragraph one. The world has gone crazy; the earth must be tilted as it is belching and churning and tossing us humans about like a baby tossing a handful of rocks and letting them fly. Our human brains must be sloshing about as Revolutions are erupting across the most volatile areas of the world, the Middle East, and we Americans must always stick our nose in it to stir high emotions and more hatred. Bombs, protests, insurgents,…Even Israel and Palestine are up to their old anxiety ridden fatal tricks with bombing of innocents on a bus. Is the moon’s gravitational pull on the liquid in our brains extra strong causing people to act in crazy ways?

So, yeah. I want to read that little kid’s book….from the mouth of babes lay the God’s honest truth. I think we are all thirsting to know that we’ll be all right on the other side and need a little more reassurance than going to church on Sunday’s and listening to how Jesus was crucified for us so that we can enjoy eternity. That is an old story, have heard it many times before, so much so that it just doesn’t seem like something I can actually relate to…God forgive me, but I guess I’m as bad as the doubting Thomas…Maybe Jesus needs to come again and give us humans a good talking to, and he needs to fix the earth because it is moving and shaking a bit more than we can handle.

Didn’t mean to get religious, just addressing our vulnerable time in history. This really isn’t unique. World War II must have seemed like the world was going crazy. There have been natural disasters before, so it’s not anything new, but it is new to me. Every era has their war, every era has their hardship, and every era gets through it. We will and have to, but it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my Ghost Adventure shows; actually, it might be on right now. So, I’m going to sign off and see if I can catch Zac taunt a spirit or two!! Go Zac! You are the man!

http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Ghost_Adventures/Video