Posts Tagged ‘fear’

The Emergence of a Charismatic Leader

June 5, 2008

Through the years there have been charismatic leaders who have stood out for the good (Jesus, Ghandi, JFK, Martin Luther King, Mother Theresa) and the bad (Hitler, Fidel Castro, Charles Manson). There have been others who I believe have touched on this pedestal, but never quite made it to the top (Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan). To be in the presence of one with such charisma, such a magnetic pull is, and would be breathtaking, irresistible.

Our country is fortunate enough to witness the emergence of a leader so charismatic that I believe he will lead this country back to greatness. Since Barack Obama gave the keynote speech at the 2004 Democratic National Convention (“The Audacity of Hope”) he has instilled in people nationally what people locally already knew. We as people, as American people can be greater, not through fear, not through separation, but through the simple belief that through “Hope — Hope in the face of difficulty. Hope in the face of uncertainty. The audacity of hope!”* our country can reemerge into the future stronger and more united than ever before.

There are those who point to lesser experience as being a negative, and the ability to speak so beautifully, so eloquently as being unnecessary to a great leader. I turn you back again to the charismatic leaders listed** – the good ones accomplished great things, some with little past experience (and Obama has much, don’t be fooled by naysayers). The bad ones too possessed something that allowed them to turn a crowd of otherwise good people into animals. There is something a leader of this caliber possesses that cannot be defined – it can only be experienced.

When Obama speaks I get chills. I have felt this hope he speaks of so rarely when listening to other politicians. I have felt this certainty that wrongs are about to be righted less and less through the years – but that dream is emerging once again in my heart.

Never fear – he is an intelligent man. A sign of great intelligence is recognizing your own limitations enough to surround yourself with people whose strengths are your limitations. Obama will do that, is already doing that, but he will do it with people who have integrity, unlike our current administration of war-mongers and liars filled with such a sense of disregard for all who do not fit their own mold. Obama will be able to go overseas and mend the relationships that have been eroded away like the chasm that is the Grand Canyon. But the Grand Canyon eroded over 5-6 million years – our country’s, our wonderful country’s reputation has been eroded in just eight.

Oh yes, we need a Barack Obama. We need someone who isn’t an inbred part of Washington. We need someone who isn’t afraid to talk about his dreams, and to create their reality. We need someone who can lead a nation with HOPE not FEAR.

We need someone like Barack Obama because we need hope. We need to once again be a proud, strong country that can hold our head up and say “We are Americans”! We can be that again.




________________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:

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“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”


Still learning at an “advanced maternal age”…

May 16, 2008

I am just getting into this whole blogging thing, and I have to tell you, for a fairly Type-A personality IN PERSON, I have found it surprisingly scary to interact on the web.  I don’t know why?? 

Maybe it is because I can’t read body-language to sense when it is OK to “jump in” to a conversation.   Maybe it’s simply because it’s new.  I’m not sure.  But I can tell you that so far, I have found a wonderfully supportive group of Moms who have been willing to give me advise and support.  I feel like I have made a whole community of new friends in just the several months I have been at this.  But it is still new and scary and these are not feelings I like or am accustomed to.

I think the only other time I recall feelings resembling these was when I first entered the “Mommy crowd” in our neighborhood – play-groups, playground get-togethers, mall days, etc.  I was so out of my element.  Most of these Moms, even though they were all pretty friendly (I mean they invited the old lady to attend, right?), are also significantly younger than me, and that fact was made very clear as I look at their polished, unlined faces and hear references to things in their childhood that I recall distinctly as being my own recollections from college or later.  (Oh, the FIRST Gulf War atrocity.  Yeah, I remember having a few beers with friends and hearing about it on the news.  OH!  You were just starting kindergarten and only remember your parents being upset.   Hmmmmm…)  EEK!  I got over that one pretty quickly though because no one but me seemed to care.  I don’t even think they noticed.  Of course, I tried 9and still try) not to broadcast my “advanced maternal age”.

I was however, not attuned to any kid’s shows (Dora who?), or toys (my little one was still under 6 months) and I felt at a loss in conversations about potty training.  How old are they for that – five or six?  HA!

I could talk for hours about my old work, but no one cared about politics and communications anymore.  I was always very at ease in those work situations because I had felt in control, and also in social situations because I was the proverbial butterfly.  I loved the bar scene and parties.  But now I was attending children’s birthday parties and while I could throw a mean cocktail party with little notice was terrified of my little one’s impending first birthday.

So, if I chicken-shit out and don’t throw her a big first birthday bash for all the play-group kids will I stunt her for LIFE?!?!

But surprisingly, in time, heading to story-time at the library became less tenuous because I started making and receiving phone calls to attend with other Mommys and kids.  The first call had me feeling like I was calling a boy for the first time in Junior High.  I was sweating and hung up twice before it rang.  I think I was so afraid that these Moms were only being nice to me because of my daughter but that they could see RIGHT THROUGH me to my former self.  I mean becoming a Mommy, while it is the very best thing that has ever happened (and I don’t give a damn about that cliché – it’s true!) wasn’t exactly planned.  I was sure they saw me as a fraud and I was afraid of putting myself out there for ridicule and rejection.

But I made the call.  And the Mommy and her son weren’t home.  They also didn’t call back because they were out of town, but of course, I thought I was being dissed by the Mommys.  But I tried again the next week and guess what?  They came by and played on the swings and we went to story-time together.  This sort of opened up invitations from others and made it easier for me to be the initiator. 

Now, I doubt I will ever be the host of massive play-dates.  I just don’t think I have that in me right now.  Excuse number one – I’m old remember?  But I feel pretty secure in the Mommy friends I have clicked with – and a few that I like that otherwise I would have never crossed paths with.  And while I may never be close to these women, I am at least friendly with them.

And this leads me to my current situation of trying again to wade through the Mommy Blogs, identify ones that seem to “click” with my personality and introduce myself.  Kind of scary, but I’m working through it.  I think I’ll be OK.  Because all-in-all, when it comes to being a Mommy, we DO all have something in common that anyone who isn’t a Mommy can never relate to. 

I just hope I don’t come on too strong. 

For those Mommy Bloggers (and others!!) I’m communicating with already:

Jeff at

Kim at

and those I will in the future,

                           kick my ass if you need to.


Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

Being a Mom

May 14, 2008

I spent the last two hours simultaneously trying to hold down an angry, scared toddler while trying to pull a splinter from her foot.  It didn’t work.  We ended up at the doctor’s office where it took three nurses PLUS me and two shots of pain killer to get it out.  She recovered pretty quickly after though – lots of treats did the trick!

So my question is, to a toddler, having someone poking around in your foot for a splinter is the scariest thing ever.  Yet she recovered in minutes as if nothing had happened.  What has happened to us as adults that we hold on to hurts, physical and emotional for so long?  Have we lost the resiliency that children possess?

Take my marathon training for example.  Yesterdays went SO well, but I woke up this morning stiff and sore and convinced I couldn’t do it.  My daughter wouldn’t think that – she’d just get up and go.  What is it in children that grown-ups lack?  When do we lose that sense of invincibility?

Maybe it is common sense that settles in around 21 or so (in me closer to 31).  Or maybe it is the responsibilities that come with being an adult – having a job, paying the bills.  Or maybe it is that we actually did lose something, some sense of wonder that the world will always end up OK.

I don’t know for sure.  What I do know is that a toddler can be one of the best teachers.  They love all, forgive all, and when grumpy, eventually, after going limp baby on you, embrace all.  Maybe we all need to be more like our kids.