Thursday, July 15, 2010

Righting a Wrong.

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."
-Mark Twain 

I am righting a wrong this week, my little blades. I made a promise and then, something happened and as a result, I broke it. It got hard. There was a mess up. A change of plans occurred as a result. I didn't feel I could do it. I hurt someone/someones feelings.

I will do all I can to right this wrong.

I love these people beyond words. And want to be with them.

I will right this wrong. I will love and through my love, I will work, and through my work, I will be with them. Again.

May we all have the courage to forgive ourselves, to work really hard, to have a fire that burns so strong inside of ourselves that our dream must come true. Has to come true.

I must, I must, I must increase my trust.

Love... Always.

p.s. I am chugging along career-wise -- meeting with a talent manager in a week and a half, phone conference tomorrow with friend/head of publicity at studio, to discuss referrals, recorded animated pilot presentation this morning, great lunch today with friend Randy Spendlove, Head of Music at Paramount, he gave me great ideas, met Chad Hodge today -- will send him thank you tomorrow and to Aaron Kaplan -- recorded their animated pilot!

...But most importantly on this list: Making this trip happen. Righting a wrong. Loving them beyond space and time and showing it.

5 comments:

  1. Seems our little hummingbird needs to learn how to say "no"?

    or: "I'll do my best."?

    or: "I promise to never make promises again (after this one)."?

    You're adorable, sweet, and kind... I'll bet dollars to doughnuts your peeps miss ya and never stopped loving you (it's what separates friends from acquaintances).

    Remember: just 'cause you can fly upside-down, and sideway... you can only taste the nectar of one flower at a time.

    Fly forth, little bird, and flit in sin nevermore...

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  2. For you, little bird...

    I think that I shall never see
    A poem lovely as a tree.

    A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
    Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

    A tree that looks at God all day,
    And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

    A tree that may in summer wear
    A nest of robins in her hair;

    Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
    Who intimately lives with rain.

    Poems are made by fools like me,
    But only God can make a tree.

    ~ Joyce Kilmer

    None of Earth's creatures needs trees more than birds do. And no creature on Earth is a better tree-grower than Capricorns.

    Keep at least one in your life... always.

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  3. E, thank you SO much for being a friend. For cheering me up. For believing in me. You are my angel over the web.

    The movie clip is beautiful.

    This hummingbird is resting a branch... happily.

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