An “I-wish-I-could-be-there” moment caught by Sophie Windsor Clive and Liberty Smith. I’d love to hear just the lap of the waves, the flutter of the birds’ wings, and their laughter without the music. Even so, it’s very beautiful and inspiring.
Category Archives: Ruminations
Every once in a while, I need a reminder of how important it is not to conform, not to settle, not to fit into a certain mold. Today I have to thank the sculptor Zenos Frudakis(and admittedly Facebook) for reminding me. His sculpture, ‘Freedom,’ found its way onto my wall and I wanted to share.
Whether on the page, on the canvas, on the floor,or in life – leap, dance, break free. Be you.
It’s been quite some time since my last post, and since I’ll be responding to an Indie Ink challenge this week, I thought it might be a good idea to address my absence these past couple of months.
VONA was a major turning point for me. It was the first time I had ever felt a sense of belonging. It was the first time I actually found role models – people that I wanted to emulate, that provided me with so much truth and knowledge. I honestly don’t think they will ever truly know the impact they had on me.
Coming back to “reality” from such a high was jarring. VONA opened doors that I had shut so long ago. I found the courage to walk through them without fear. But when I left VONA, I returned to a lurching, dispassionate reality. I felt as though tectonic plates had shifted inside me, yet the entire world somehow stood still.
I’m still trying to figure out where to go from here – not just as a writer, but as the person I am and want to be. I’ve stumbled upon “writer’s block” again, but have heavier blocks to lift this time. I have a lot of internal work to do. Journaling helps. I need to think about my priorities, though. How much do I want to write versus pursuing other endeavors? How do I become a better writer? How can I dig deeper inside, to the place where all stories originate, while keeping my own emotions at bay?
What happens next?
Rainy Sunday afternoons often mean a date with Jane Austen. Probably my most favorite lady, second only to my mom (maybe even my abuelita). Whether it’s the BBC version of Pride & Prejudice,” Ang Lee’s “Sense & Sensibility,” or even an Austen-like film (“Clueless” or “Bridget Jones’s Diary”), there’s sometimes no better way for an escapist with no desire for self-reflection to spend a cold, gray Sunday.
A new person started working today at one of my jobs. A lovely, demure young woman, who was educated in NY and abroad. She has worked in various government organizations and non-profits, published in a scholarly journal and enjoys researching new developments in her practice area.
Yet, like me, she is also working for no pay. Unable to find a job after receiving her LLM, she is now interning at two organizations to gain experience that will hopefully, one day, get her a paid position.
There was an article on CNN today on how internships have become the new entry level jobs. The article mistakenly limits this new trend to those fresh out of college. Unfortunately, the internship has become the new entry level for many folks, including those with advanced degrees and career-changers. In this recession, where the employer has all the leverage, there are thousands of people willing to take non-paying jobs just to get a foot in the door, have some experience to put on their resumes, or simply have something to do besides sitting at home sulking about the lack of job opportunities. Continue reading