Wednesday, September 01, 2010

More Soon...


I know I said I would write more about this experience, the whole thing, about being Mama and all that and I will too, but not here, not now...it's something I'm working on, see, a new multimedia blog experience, and I'll dish it all out there soon. For now I'll just say that I am thankful to have settled in Colorado with my Baba and my baby Louise, deeply thankful for the friends and family who helped us grow through this Summer with such grace, and full of gratitude for this amazing life that has come into my life. Thanks to Angela and Michael for taking this picture of the ancient soul who blesses me with her presence every day, teaching me like the greatest spiritual teacher...true humility, patience, trust, relax, laugh, and sing, sing, sing...until soon, holy now, L

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Life With Baby




This is the best thing that's ever happened to me....and of course, as life would have it, it's the hardest too. She is my everything these days. Her facial expressions carry me from holy now to holy now and though I'm going on 4-5 hours of sleep a night, I am somehow able to wake up every day feeling stronger and more refreshed than the day before. I am reading a lot too, while she nurses, and just starting to get a chance to write while she sleeps. At this moment I'm waiting for visiting friends to make me French Toast and balancing a few too many things but I'll write more soon friends, until then, a very holy now.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Louise Dharma-Moon


I wish I had more time to share with you, in depth, my feelings about this journey I'm on as a new mother, but in this first month Louise Dharma-Moon is my only focus. When I'm able to eat, sleep and dream of any thing but this now child I promise to report back in detail. Until then, I'm cherishing every moment and wishing that your days are a long stream of holy nows.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Baba, Bananas and Baby





It's three thirty in the morning, three twenty nine to be exact and the moon is on it's first night of waning but still almost full. This baby loves nines and threes– conceived (we believe) on 9/9/09 or else 9/11/09...I, of course, am full with child and won't be waning until she arrives, journeying like a space traveler through the canal, across time, into the Now of this strange and wonderful Universe, landing in this holy place called Earth.

I could have gone back to sleep easily enough after I woke up, a few moments ago, but I had a drink of water, ate a banana and remembered how much I love writing in the middle of the night–when the moon is big like the Mother. Instead, I put on my slippers and robe and came into this dreamy Nursery–which doubles as my writing studio–looked around at the magical straw bassanet with the mobile from Africa hanging over it, the colorful elephant mobile hanging over the changing table, the fantastical books upon books lining the shelves, my desk full of my own mystical toys, the wooden cuts outs of the lion, the tin man and the scarecrow that hang on the walls (made by my friend Rex in Missouri), the life size cardboard figure of Dharma Dog sitting on the antique pinstriped princess chair and the wall size glittering portrait of the moon (also created by Rex) and I thought, "this is real, she is almost here."

I thought about what Baba said at the Baby blessing Mama Hillybean and Shante hosted for little Louise Dharma-Moon on the deck of the lake house this past Wednesday when we sat amongst flowers, fresh papaya and rippling water. Five of us watched the baby geese swim between their mother and father birds as Baba went on with his statement of intention about fatherhood... "...and I intend to give her a safe and loving home..." A safe and loving home. That is something I have spent 36 years on the Holy Road trying to find, something he has given me and now, we'll, together, give it to her, to our cosmic partner we're about to meet, Baby Louise.

This pregnancy has been a joy and an inspiration throughout it's whole unfolding. I've been very healthy and I think it's in part because, every night I eat a banana. Baba says she'll love bananas; Who doesn't? They are the ultimate comfort food, in my mind, always willing to settle an otherwise potentially confused stomach.

As I sit here, baby Louise moves inside my belly, giving kicks and dancing. I can practically hear her singing. Signs of practice contractions come and go without any particular pattern. She could arrive any day now, any night now, any time now. She, our soul mate we've been traveling with for millions of lifetimes, will come to meet us again-sometime in the next two weeks. Holy Now.

There are no words to describe this feeling except maybe, "thank you...thank you Baba, thank you bananas, thank you baby."

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Be Here Now Bunny








I'm 34 weeks and counting now. I am excited and anticipating what life will be like as a new mother, as new parents. We're having baby showers and asking our friends to bring us written wisdoms about parenting or childhood to collect in little Louise's baby book. Some days I feel like I have an exam coming up and I don't know how to prepare for it. We're taking birthing classes and baby care classes which helps us have some idea what to expect, still though, mostly it is a great mystery.

Meanwhile, though we miss Dharma deeply, we are so enjoying the calm before the change. Our days are spent writing, singing, walking in nature, dreaming, reading, sleeping, eating while spending as much time as we can with our east coast friends and family before we move out West.

We celebrated Easter with our dear friends Cam, Hilly and Shante. I was the Be Here Now Bunny wearing a lovely maternity dress that Nina made for me. This rabbit has already recovered from living in the hole and has come up to remember the real time, the true time, the only time is Now time. Still, Six year old Shante and the Be Here Now Bunny had a somewhat comical run in over the question of sharing the magic eggs, hence the funny sequence of photos you see above... I know the bunny ends up looking a like the villainous one but it really wasn't like that at all.

Recording and filming the Dharma song was fulfilling.



It seemed to put a nice period on the end of that life passage, the last sentence of that chapter in that book of our journey. On top of the monthly recordings, I'm continuing to write two novels and a children's picture book with the help of my friend James who's doing some reading and editing for me. I'll look forward to sharing those works publicly when they're ready. And that's it for now...the next time I write, I'll probably be ready to pop but until then, holy now as always.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010



DHARMA PORTRAIT BY MADELINE FALK, www.madelinefalk.com

He took me to my true self and to my true love, my Baba. He was my dog and my guide and in many ways, my god–my seeing eye god. Guarding me from demons and danger and always there, always always there without condition, without judgment, bringing me back to center.

He is a guru, a Master who teaches me still, to sleep when I'm tired, to eat when I'm hungry, to take a long walk in Nature every day and "to let the soft animal of my body love what it loves" as Mary Oliver writes in Wild Geese. Love and play are the morals by which he sets his compass and no moment is more or less important than the next. Every moment is the most important moment and every moment is Now. There is only Now. He tells me songs to write, stories to script, poetry to read...he is the great and holy Dharma and he gave me the eye through which I am able to see my destiny. Thank you is such a small phrase for such a giant soul but it is all I have, gratitude running through every vein, every bone, every memory of which there are millions. After 14 years together (he lived to be 171/2) I am humbled by his friendship and continue to be devoted to his whiskers, his spots, his funny titled expressions, his groans, grumbles, barks, growls, his lessons and his farts, especially his epic farts... all the quirks and truths I can't capture here, not yet anyway.

These are photos from Hawaii too, the ten days of belated honeymoon my Baba and I took together just after Dharma left his costume and traveled Home. Of course, little Louise Dharma-Moon is growing in my belly and so I'm big like a Buddha and thrilled by the miracle. James met us on the island and we shared some great adventures (celebrating the finishing of draft one of the novel he's been helping me edit for a couple years now)...here's to Dharma and the rainbow that arches across the universe connecting Time and Eternity to Now as life keeps growing on.







And one more thing, some day the kicking baby in my belly will be a brilliant woman fulfilling her own destiny and bringing peace to earth, so here's a belly shot pure and simple...I'm 30 weeks as of yesterday!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

New Year, New Life, Thank you for*Giving me all this love!




I can't believe it's been so long since I blogged. Hmmm...four months in the big picture isn't too bad I suppose but so much has happened that four month feels like much longer. You may know from the webcast, facebook or other means of communicating with us that I'm pregnant and our baby is due June 6th! We found out on the weekend of our wedding anniversary and have been celebrating ever since. Of course, I've been growing bigger as I've been celebrating–evident from these pictures.

Meanwhile, I've been working hard to finish my book–yes, the same book that I've been writing for the last three years–before the baby comes. Thanks to my friend James and his help with reading and editing chapters, I will be making my deadline. Howlelujah!

We spent the holiday traveling back from Colorado to Connecticut, stopping to see family in Wisconsin and performing a new Year's show with The Troubadours and The Sirens in Lousville, KY.

And...drum roll...Big news came yesterday...we found out we are expecting a little girl. I had the feeling all along that it was a girl who had chosen to come through us this time around. I have seen her in my dreams as a baby and as a grown woman, really!
She is beautiful, healthy and brilliant and in the dreams she tells me she is one of "The Children of Now", helping to bring peace to earth in her lifetime. Holy holy. I am honored to be the vessel.

If you're wondering who did that masterpiece painting behind me in the photos, it was created by Bart Bean (Bootleggin' Bean) from Columbia Missouri. The frame is hand built by his powerful hands and it is the most wonderful piece of art I've ever seen. He gave it to us as a thank you for the work we did in Columbia and I can only say that I am humbled–that gift really brings me to my knees and helps me make sense out of our whole Midwest journey. It was about the friends we made and the earth family we found, that's why we went to the heart.

So that's my update for now, quick I know, but James said it was about time I posted new news and I wanted to make sure to get something up before we head to NYC for the weekend. More to come about the adventures of this holy road, growing a life inside my belly, and loving the Source of life. Hopefully in less than four months, otherwise, next pictures will be of me holding the little angel! I'll really try...

oh and by the way, did I mention I love my husband? He is going to be the best "Pa" a girl could ever dream of (for those of you who don't it, the many episodes of Little House On The Prairie that I watched when I was growing up in urban Manhattan helped raise me to be the woman that I am and the "ma" that I plan to become so you can just call me Ma West from now on.)

Until soon, holy now. Yours in life and song, Lizzie (and dharma dog too)

Friday, October 02, 2009

Earth Family, truly the holy road.



Our September tour was amazing, full of adventures and, at moments, a little like an obstacle course. Besides performing to wonderful audiences and having great shows, the best part of the tour–for me–was really finding out who our friends are. After losing both my parents to cancer, finding folks along the road who can help us recreate a new, and healthy, earth family, means more than I can ever say.

So, here's to the earth family we have adopted (and who have adopted us) in the past four years. Special thanks to our holy road hosts this 2009 tour...Sophia, Melissa, Catherine, Nina, James, and Rena and Lee. Here are some shots of Dharma giving thanks each morning or evening before take off...







Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The Unkown Beauty



This reminds me of my days playing in the New York Subways. I spent three years–on and off–going down to the Bedford Avenue Station at 6:30 in the morning to play and sing for the sleepy artists and working folks heading to jobs in the city...(Dharma usually came with me). The below chain e-mail was forwarded to me by a recent earth family member, Fran, who is a real beacon of light in my life. Thanks Fran.

****

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later:
the violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. The questions raised: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.... How many other things are we missing?

Friday, July 31, 2009

Birth Family


Kermit, thank you for being a wonderful brother and a dedicated father. It is so wonderful to see you recreating the patterns of our lives, growing and creating the family of your dreams. I am happy you did not choose that family in Chicago, (belly laugh), even if I did throw the marble pink ash tray at you when you wouldn't let me watch "Little House On The Prairie" that time so long ago when the sun was setting on New York City and we were still working our way through the fold... Now you're the father you wished you could have had and we are all the perfect wheel turning with grace ... love and gratitude, L

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Earth Family


Thank you James, for all you have done, do, and will do in the stories of Now–these mazes of imagination that are unfolding all the time. You are the light I found in the prairie when I went looking for what Laura had. Thank you. A true friend. Some day the w*Hole story will be told in full and then, we'll break out the bubbles, but until then we'll just keep turning water into wine and filling the pages with Ourstory.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Growing Earth Family On The Holy Road

Love is the way h*Ome. We come here and meet our birth family so that we can grow in search of our Earth Family.






Friday, May 29, 2009

Paul Hawken's Wisdom



Photo is of my nephew and his best friend Max, taken by his Mama, Cathrine.

Paul Hawken is a longtime friend of CharityFocus, renowned entrepreneur, visionary environmental activist, founder of Wiser Earth and author of many books -- most recently Blessed Unrest. Last week, he was presented with an honorary doctorate of humane letters by University of Portland, when he delivered this superb commencement address to the class of 2009

This is the commencement speech that every graduate in the United States should read and absorb for it rings of truth and authenticity and it calls us to the great humanitarian values of human behavior: Truth, Beauty, Justice, Love and Faith and wraps them all in the last value, Service. Dr Paul Brandwein, the renowned educator, has written of this same need for individual courage and moral values. For years, he sought to put " the soul " back into the educational system by a return to the basic values of human behavior ( The Permanent Agenda Of Man / Harcourt, Brace, Jovanovoch / New York 1971 )

"It is a child's ultimate values of truth, beauty, justice, love and faith, which, when fully developed in his understanding, make him not only a citizen, but civilized and human. To the extent man believes in truth, beauty, justice, love and faith - to this extent, do we say he is truly man."

Hawken touches on these same themes in his memorable must read commencement address on May 3rd.

University of Portland, May 3rd, 2009

When I was invited to give this speech, I was asked if I could give a simple short talk that was "direct, naked, taut, honest, passionate, lean, shivering, startling, and graceful." Boy, no pressure there.

But let's begin with the startling part. Hey, Class of 2009: you are going to have to figure out what it means to be a human being on earth at a time when every living system is declining, and the rate of decline is accelerating. Kind of a mind-boggling situation - but not one peer-reviewed paper published in the last thirty years can refute that statement.

Basically, the earth needs a new operating system, you are the programmers, and we need it within a few decades.

This planet came with a set of operating instructions, but we seem to have misplaced them. Important rules like don't poison the water, soil, or air, and don't let the earth get overcrowded, and don't touch the thermostat have been broken. Buckminster Fuller said that spaceship earth was so ingeniously designed that no one has a clue that we are on one, flying through the universe at a million miles per hour, with no need for seatbelts, lots of room in coach, and really good food - but all that is changing.

There is invisible writing on the back of the diploma you will receive, and in case you didn't bring lemon juice to decode it, I can tell you what it says: YOU ARE BRILLIANT, AND THE EARTH IS HIRING. The earth couldn't afford to send any recruiters or limos to your school. It sent you rain, sunsets, ripe cherries, night blooming jasmine, and that unbelievably cute person you are dating. Take the hint. And here's the deal: Forget that this task of planet-saving is not possible in the time required. Don't be put off by people who know what is not possible. Do what needs to be done, and check to see if it was impossible only after you are done.

When asked if I am pessimistic or optimistic about the future, my answer is always the same: If you look at the science about what is happening on earth and aren't pessimistic, you don't understand data. But if you meet the people who are working to restore this earth and the lives of the poor, and you aren't optimistic, you haven't got a pulse. What I see everywhere in the world are ordinary people willing to confront despair, power, and incalculable odds in order to restore some semblance of grace, justice, and beauty to this world. The poet Adrienne Rich wrote, "So much has been destroyed I have cast my lot with those who, age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world." There could be no better description. Humanity is coalescing. It is reconstituting the world, and the action is taking place in schoolrooms, farms, jungles, villages, campuses, companies, refuge camps, deserts, fisheries, and slums.

You join a multitude of caring people. No one knows how many groups and organizations are working on the most salient issues of our day: climate change, poverty, deforestation, peace, water, hunger, conservation, human rights, and more. This is the largest movement the world has ever seen.

Rather than control, it seeks connection. Rather than dominance, it strives to disperse concentrations of power. Like Mercy Corps, it works behind the scenes and gets the job done. Large as it is, no one knows the true size of this movement. It provides hope, support, and meaning to billions of people in the world. Its clout resides in idea, not in force. It is made up of teachers, children, peasants, businesspeople, rappers, organic farmers, nuns, artists, government workers, fisherfolk, engineers, students, incorrigible writers, weeping Muslims, concerned mothers, poets, doctors without borders, grieving Christians, street musicians, the President of the United States of America, and as the writer David James Duncan would say, the Creator, the One who loves us all in such a huge way.

There is a rabbinical teaching that says if the world is ending and the Messiah arrives, first plant a tree, and then see if the story is true. Inspiration is not garnered from the litanies of what may befall us; it resides in humanity's willingness to restore, redress, reform, rebuild, recover, reimagine, and reconsider. "One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice," is Mary Oliver's description of moving away from the profane toward a deep sense of connectedness to the living world.

Millions of people are working on behalf of strangers, even if the evening news is usually about the death of strangers. This kindness of strangers has religious, even mythic origins, and very specific eighteenth-century roots. Abolitionists were the first people to create a national and global movement to defend the rights of those they did not know. Until that time, no group had filed a grievance except on behalf of itself. The founders of this movement were largely unknown - Granville Clark, Thomas Clarkson, Josiah Wedgwood - and their goal was ridiculous on the face of it: at that time three out of four people in the world were enslaved. Enslaving each other was what human beings had done for ages. And the abolitionist movement was greeted with incredulity. Conservative spokesmen ridiculed the abolitionists as liberals, progressives, do-gooders, meddlers, and activists. They were told they would ruin the economy and drive England into poverty. But for the first time in history a group of people organized themselves to help people they would never know, from whom they would never receive direct or indirect benefit. And today tens of millions of people do this every day. It is called the world of non-profits, civil society, schools, social entrepreneurship, and non-governmental organizations, of companies who place social and environmental justice at the top of their strategic goals. The scope and scale of this effort is unparalleled in history.

The living world is not "out there" somewhere, but in your heart. What do we know about life? In the words of biologist Janine Benyus, life creates the conditions that are conducive to life. I can think of no better motto for a future economy. We have tens of thousands of abandoned homes without people and tens of thousands of abandoned people without homes. We have failed bankers advising failed regulators on how to save failed assets. Think about this: we are the only species on this planet without full employment. Brilliant. We have an economy that tells us that it is cheaper to destroy earth in real time than to renew, restore, and sustain it. You can print money to bail out a bank but you can't print life to bail out a planet. At present we are stealing the future, selling it in the present, and calling it gross domestic product. We can just as easily have an economy that is based on healing the future instead of stealing it. We can either create assets for the future or take the assets of the future. One is called restoration and the other exploitation. And whenever we exploit the earth we exploit people and cause untold suffering. Working for the earth is not a way to get rich, it is a way to be rich.

The first living cell came into being nearly 40 million centuries ago, and its direct descendants are in all of our bloodstreams. Literally you are breathing molecules this very second that were inhaled by Moses, Mother Teresa, and Bono. We are vastly interconnected. Our fates are inseparable. We are here because the dream of every cell is to become two cells. In each of you are one quadrillion cells, 90 percent of which are not human cells. Your body is a community, and without those other microorganisms you would perish in hours. Each human cell has 400 billion molecules conducting millions of processes between trillions of atoms. The total cellular activity in one human body is staggering: one septillion actions at any one moment, a one with twenty-four zeros after it. In a millisecond, our body has undergone ten times more processes than there are stars in the universe - exactly what Charles Darwin foretold when he said science would discover that each living creature was a "little universe, formed of a host of self-propagating organisms, inconceivably minute and as numerous as the stars of heaven."

So I have two questions for you all: First, can you feel your body? Stop for a moment. Feel your body. One septillion activities going on simultaneously, and your body does this so well you are free to ignore it, and wonder instead when this speech will end. Second question: who is in charge of your body? Who is managing those molecules? Hopefully not a political party. Life is creating the conditions that are conducive to life inside you, just as in all of nature. What I want you to imagine is that collectively humanity is evincing a 20 deep innate wisdom in coming together to heal the wounds and insults of the past.

Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would become religious overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead the stars come out every night, and we watch television.

This extraordinary time when we are globally aware of each other and the multiple dangers that threaten civilization has never happened, not in a thousand years, not in ten thousand years. Each of us is as complex and beautiful as all the stars in the universe. We have done great things and we have gone way off course in terms of honoring creation. You are graduating to the most amazing, challenging, stupefying challenge ever bequested to any generation. The generations before you failed. They didn't stay up all night. They got distracted and lost sight of the fact that life is a miracle every moment of your existence. Nature beckons you to be on her side. You couldn't ask for a better boss. The most unrealistic person in the world is the cynic, not the dreamer. Hopefulness only makes sense when it doesn't make sense to be hopeful. This is your century. Take it and run as if your life depends on it."

Friday, April 10, 2009

Solutions

*This was an article ( so I'm told ) from the St.. Petersburg Times newspaper on Sunday. The Business Section asked readers for their ideas on "How Would You Fix the Economy?" I think this reader nailed
it!

Dear Mr. President,
Patriotic Retirement: There's about 40 million people over 50 in
the work force. Pay them $1 million dollars apiece Severance Pay
with these stipulations. *
* 1) They leave their jobs. Forty million job openings -
Unemployment fixed.
2) They buy NEW American cars. Forty million cars ordered - Auto
Industry fixed.
3) They either buy a house or pay off their mortgage - Housing
Crisis fixed.
DONE! Economy fixed.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

The Mess?

I don't know about you, but I'm getting sorely overwhelmed by all the talk and feeling out of control with respect to action, what action do we take? I am trying not to bury my head in the sand about all the mess, but I don't know where to begin, who to call, how to fire them, and how to clean it up. It is so different from anything I've ever had to confront before. Anyone else know where to begin?

545 PEOPLE

By Charlie Reese


Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.

Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?

Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?

You and I don't propose a federal budget. The president does.

You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of representatives does.

You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does.

You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does.

You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.

One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.

I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.

I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes..

Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.

What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits. The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.

The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.

It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.

If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair.

If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red .

If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ , it's because they want them in IRAQ ..

If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because they want it that way.

There are no insoluble government problems.

Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.

Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible.

They, and they alone, have the power.

They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.

Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees.

We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!



Charlie Reese is a former columnist of theOrlando Sentinel Newspaper.

What you do with this article now that you have read it... is up to you.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Music Will Save The World


http://amandamichellewhite.wordpress.com/2009/02/21/speech-by-karl-paulnack-of-boston-conservatory/

There are no better words to describe our purpose with music. Amen. X=h/m.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Chariots Rise - the new album



Baba and I are releasing our new album. It will be available at our website www.lizzieandbaba.com very soon and it will be at CD baby, I-tunes, and all digital distributers in the next month or so. The CD features Chariots Rise from the movie Secretary (never before released with the movie lyrics) and four new songs. Enjoy!
Your artist on the holy road, Lizzie and Dharma

Monday, February 02, 2009



Living the life of my dreams, bliss is reality and it's more than a notion, it is the everything and everything is finally, just exactly what it seems. Fulfilled, and now
whole, I dream, I dream, I dream
Time spins moments into memories
Like shadows thrown from the sun
I dream of days that have come
and I dream of days that are gone
I dream of all that I have done right
And, I dream of all that I have done wrong
I dream of the memories toiling about in my brain
I dream of the forgetting
And I dream of the re*Membering game
I remember, the other night, a man that stepped out of a horse
He told me he had traveled centuries to meet me and that he would need a moment to catch his breath.

this is the best day of my life.
your artist on the holy road, Lizzie, with Dharma Dog by my side

Monday, January 05, 2009

the road in review






if there is a beginning and an end, i am arriving at the end and then, starting again.

i have spoken of a vow which seems impossible to keep, but still, i work to become new again in the deep of my sleep. i offer the ball as evidence of the call i made in the Summer of 2008 and then, i reach further back to remember Carson McCullers' words like a prize, "and by habit they shortened their thoughts so as not to wander into the darkness beyond tomorrow." Suddenly, I'm in a dusty old bookstore in Chelsea, somewhere down the long stretch of west 17th street. I'm twenty two years old, confident like gold. I'm thinking, singing, and humming to myself as I strut, "I'm running through all these promises to you that I made and I could not keep..." as Leonard said in a song... and now, I say, to anyone who needs to know, trying to be free is the name of the show. The young man behind the counter says, "the book is half price for you." I smile and take his number, even though I shouldn't. I think to myself, over twelve years ago, if you have nothing to gain, you have nothing to spend and worse still, nothing left to lend. Now I notice the way the ground breaks, the way my body still shakes when spirit speaks, screams and howls all the same. A poem i wrote one afternoon a long time ago, in another lifetime it seems, comes ripping back through my mind like a chimes in the wind of a memory i can see like now, hear like then, feel like when.

I am not pigtails aiming to please
not anymore
that's for sure
the flooding of nectar
and so i swim
begin again
each time every time
i begin again
and then...
i am manic and crash
bringing it back
i am broken enough to pick up the peaces
unfold at your leisure life
by all means
be my guest
i am confirmed
baptized
blessed
and i regain the right to rest
bahmitvah me for i am so
in this i'm sure
in this i know
my robes are hung
my body pure
my skin
my hair
the white of my nail
sing me for it
hail
hail
for i see heaven split the sky
when my breath does break a sigh
alive
alive
i am
alive