Posted by Kimberlee Morrison on Nov 22, 2008 in
Love,
My Life 
The yearning grows deeper over time
He pours his heart into my soul
Feeding my energy addiction
As I siphon what he gives willingly
Drinking in his love
Basking in euphoria
He leaves a trail for me to follow
Evidence of his love
Pieces to sustain me in his absence
When off he disappears
A ghost in the wind
His voice echoes in my head
He’ll return soon
But for now I pull together the puzzle
Grasping at the threads
Comforted by transcripts
As the sound begins to fade
I start to feel the pang
It doesn’t take long
Before the fibers begin to wear
His absence a short eternity
My craving grows stronger
Each minute a tiny forever
Grasping, grasping…
The cosmos send his love
To me on a zephyr
A warm embrace
Wrapped in his heart
I sleep dreaming of his face
His touch, his voice…
Tags: Poetry, Romance
Posted by Kimberlee Morrison on Nov 15, 2008 in
Politics They always catch you as you’re walking out of the grocery store. It seems like a good idea in theory; people need food. But the plan fails because most people are in a rush and those who do stop, do so out of some sense of obligation to listen to the solicitor’s pitch.
Now I’m all for people being encouraged to participate in the civic process. The only problem is that the average citizen is not informed enough to make snap judgments about politics – let alone legislation – as they walk into or out of the grocery store. Combine lack of information with the fact that signing these petitions is one of the places that our voting power is real, and you have a recipe for disaster.
When I think about the last few voting cycles and the proposed legislation, and how when I read the text and analysis, most of these proposed bills were very poorly writen. They often focus on some lofty idea, but when it comes to planning, implementation and fiscal cost, the initiatives are seriously lacking.
And how do these bills end up on the ballot? Because people sign while rushing out of the store. Having done no real research, and only reading the tiny summary presented on the petition. It’s sad that one of our most powerful political decisions is, more often than not, made in ignorance. Then we wonder why…
I don’t sign because I know that at the time of presentation, I usually don’t have the information to make such an important and simple decision. I want to make sure that I use my power wisely, and wish others would be equally prudent.
Next time you’re walking out of the grocery store and someone asks you to sign a petition, pleading with you to perform your civic duty…Before making a decision you don’t fully understand, just write down the name of the bill and go look it up. The solicitor won’t get his commision for your signature, but if you should decide to sign later, you rest assured knowing that you are truly an informed voter.
Tags: petitions, Voting
Posted by Kimberlee Morrison on Nov 11, 2008 in
Politics,
Uncategorized I can’t believe Prop 8 actually passed! I’ve been so out of the loop as far as keeping up with the news that I got my election coverage from Ireland (via a phone call)…But when I got the text message from my sister asking me how I voted, I just assumed it had failed. Apparently folks are far more concerned about the personal lives of others than I expected.
And you can imagine my surprise when I reply to my sister’s text that I had voted against the proposition and she shoots back, “What’s up with that?”
I’m thinking duh…Isn’t it obvious?
Apparently it wasn’t to her. “Don’t you believe in marriage the way God intended?”
Oh wow…here we go…
I felt my anger rise at her bigotry, and even more so because I remember a time when she was tolerant, if not accepting of alternate lifestyles. Now she’s voting to write discrimination and hatred into the Constitution and getting angry at me for not doing the same?
She sent me some shit about the sanctity of marriage being under attack from “the enemy” (read: the devil) and that it had nothing to do with religeon but God.
While I do understand the distinction, my understanding of what God intends varies slightly from what so many, more indoctrinated Christians believe. I’ve read the Old Testament; the stories of waring tribes, the laundry list of ritual, tales of tragedy and hope…
I’ve read the New Testament…The gospels tell of a man who had fully embraced the God within and all of the power that came along with that, while encouraging others to do the same. He and his followers performed miracles, raised the dead, healed the sick, gave sight to the blind…but it was really about the faith…We could all do these things and greater if only we embraced the power of God within.
Jesus…this son of God – spirit made flesh – also refused to judge people. Well, that’s not completely true. He did toss a few tables and chairs in the temple in frustration with the clergy…But when those self-righteous busy bodies wanted his permission to stone an adulteress, he ignored them, instead doodling on the ground. When pressed, he challenged them to examine themselves first.
What does all of this matter? Because it’s about the compassion and love for others regardless of their lifestyle choices; regardless of whether or not you agreed or thought it was right in the eyes of God. And people, Christians, seem to forget this compassion in their quest to save the souls of the nations. Instead of focusing on their own lives, and being an example of God through the way they lead their lives, they wish instead to impose their doctrine and dogma on others.
Well, my vote against Prop 8 had nothing to do with being Christian. It had nothing to do with whether or not I agree with same sex marriages or the redefining of marriage. It was purely about freedom and compassion. It was about tolerance and acceptance.
What business is it of mine to deny two people the right of being legally married; of validating their love with a promise of forever? This kind of dedication to love does not erode my sense of commitment, it had no baring on my right to marry. The ads against the proposition talked about kids learning marriage in schools; a bogus scare tactic. Fear is the enemy, not the validation of love between two people.
The vote to pass this horrible discriminatory bill has chipped away at our collective freedoms, in favor of religious fear and bigotry. Way to go folks…
I’m truly disappointed…
Tags: Bigotry, Prop 8, Religion, Voting
Posted by Kimberlee Morrison on Nov 8, 2008 in
My Life I had last weekend all planned out. On Halloween I was going with a party with a friend which she promised would be interesting if nothing else and Saturday night I was going to party the night away with a few friends from The Stoop.
The Hallows Eve shin dig turned out to be one of those classy diner parties with an eclectic mix of people, including German travelers, Russians, English, Old Hollywood folks, teachers and magazine editors. *points to self*
Unfortunately, as soon as it was over and I returned home, I felt a tinge of fever coming on.
No, please…no…
It was already too late. When I woke up the next morning, I had a fever of 102° and was in full blown, it’s time to stay my ass in the bed mode. I knew I was going to be down for a few days; but I had no idea. One day of sickness blurred into the next and before I knew it, it was Monday and I decided it was probably best for me to go to the Dr.
Funnily enough, I didn’t go to the Dr for the high fever that I hadn’t been able to kick for three days but rather for the strange itchiness I had developed on my legs. The Dr of course, being the good medical professional he was, took one look at the temperature on the chart and went to trying to figure out exactly what the infection was that my body was fighting with this mysterious fever. He diagnosed me as "probably" suffering with a sinus infection and sent me home with a prescription for antibiotics and an order to stay in bed for the next couple of days.
By Wednesday I woke up feeling relatively strong and decided I would go to work. But by noon, I was beginning to crash, and I knew I wasn’t going to make it to the end of the day. Apparently my boss could see that I wasn’t doing so well either. He kept asking if I was ok and despite my saying yes, yes, yes…I soooooo was not.
But I hated missing work! *cries*
I put my pride aside and finally asked him if I could take the rest of the day off. Wouldn’t ya know, he seemed relieved that I had asked and when I suggested that I would be back in the next day he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I don’t think you should come in tomorrow either," he said sternly.
I sighed and looked at my computer. "Well, if I could work from home…"
"Great idea!" He said before I could finish my sentence. "All you need is access to the website and the spreadsheets."
It was settled. And as I prepped my work for the next day, he and the EinC started shooing me out the door.
"You’re not gone yet? Kimberlee, go home already."
I went home, ate some soup and crashed into my bed until noon the next day. I guess I needed it. I woke up refreshed, hungry and aware that I needed to get some work done; in awe at how lucky I was to be able to work from home on my sick day. I reveled in it with productivity and returned to work on Friday in full health.
Maybe I should have just listened to the Dr in the first place. LOL
The yearning grows deeper over time 
