…About Life

The color BLUE is not my emotion, it is and always will be my favorite color.

What I learned about life is that I share with people all over the world a profound plethora of pain, a gripping pain with many attributes that has moved all of us to an embrace of sorrow.  But, sorrow will not last as we all of us walk along a path of blessings and hope.

blue-paintWhat I learned about life is that learning only ends when life ends.  Since life will NEVER wait for me  to “catch up”  I must learn quickly and move as life moves, QUICKLY without regrets and fear.

cobblestoneThis post is just a small statement of revelation, we all know how life works.  But if this horrible year has taught me anything it has showed me what to look forward to.  In 2017 I look forward to seeing my projects to a happy fruition, fiction novels, knitting projects and mom’s 1950s photography book.  More important in 2017 I look forward to love, laughter and living my life to the fullest.  

I will return with more frequent posts.  See you next year, cheers! LDS

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Doris Banbury Private Photo collection

TREASURES OF A BRONX WARRIOR on Instagram!

You are cordially invited to view my mother Doris Banbury’s Private Photos of legendary stars in NYC in the 1950s.  

Enjoy!

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DURING THE 1950S IN HER HOMETOWN OF NEW YORK, DORIS BANBURY (1930-2015) HUNG OUT WITH LIKE-MINDED FRIENDS WHO LOVED TO CHASE AND PHOTOGRAPH A-LIST THEATRE, FILM, TELEVISION AND RADIO CELEBRITIES INCLUDING MARILYN MONROE; ELIZABETH TAYLOR AND SAMMY DAVIS JR.  A SELECT FEW OF DORIS’S WORKS WERE PURCHASED BY SAN FRANCISCO MUSEUM OF MODERN ART (HERE IS DORIS’S PAGE ON SFMOMA WEBSITE HERE)  AND A SELECT FEW OF DORIS’S WORK WAS FEATURED IN A 2010 SFMOMA EXHIBIT BY SANDRA PHILLIPS. moms exhibit 4 by Pud

dsc02129DSC02132     Doris at the 2010 Exhibit entitled; Exposed; Voyeurism, Surveillance and the Camera Since 1870, in front of her encased photos.

DORIS LOVINGLY PASSED ON HER LOVE OF PHOTOGRAPHY TO HER TWO CHILDREN.  DORIS’S LATER WORK AND HER PAST WORK WILL BE FEATURED IN A FUTURE BOOK SLASH MEMOIR.  

PLEASE SUPPORT MY MOTHER DORIS BY VIEWING THE INSTAGRAM TRIBUTE PAGE CREATED FOR HER.  THAT’S ALL YOU NEED TO DO, VIEW! THANK YOU! LDS

 

 

 

A Blog Pause for BLISS

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Typewriter photo courtesy of Pinterest.

I have witnessed people go through life’s ‘transitions,’ and the challenges life has to offer.  Some people live with very difficult challenges including Cancer and Leukemia.  Despite it all, they hold down jobs, they have relationships, they carry on with their lives.  Some of them even carry on with faith and a smile every single day.  I have also witnessed people marry, have kids, become writers and playwrights, move to new states our out of country, get a new apartment or home.  Despite life’s “challenges,” these folks have found their “BLISS” basically.

As for me, achieving my bliss is a constant struggle, not ashamed to admit it.  But, I am working hard on achieving it.  For instance, I am writing, well I have been for the past couple of years, my first fiction novel.  I am grateful my “bliss,” writing AND knitting, has stayed with me all these years.  My bliss is what keeps me centered and somewhat stress-free.  The bad news; as I chase my bliss I am far behind with reading other people’s blogs and “thumbing up” or liking people’s posts on Facebook and Twitter and clicking on the “hearts” of people pictures on Instagram.  I apologize for that; I will support more when I can.

Before I get back to writing I want the world to know, or whomever reads my posts, as I try to focus on my bliss I will take a brief “blog pause.”  Until I return to blogging I hope everyone out there is focused on finding their own bliss, if you haven’t done so already.  It truly is a wonderful feeling doing what you love and what keeps you centered.

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Here’s to being blissful and fully centered.  Have a great 4th!  LDS

Life and Beyond Beads Moves On

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I was born and raised on a tiny island that sits nearly 49 square miles on top of the Pacific Ocean.  Nowadays unfortunately San Francisco is nothing more than a place I outgrew.  I no longer feel like I can flourish and shine here, all I do is pay bills, eat and pay rent, been doing that for years.  I have always been practical, but lately while practicality is a necessity, it is also very tiresome, boring and unfulfilling.

It was time for me to move on years ago, but I never had enough encouragement, help and money to do so.  And COURAGE, I am so afraid to take that “leap” only to find myself without food and shelter, the thought renders me physically sick.  But, I am not without hope, I just need an incentive.  

Well, that “incentive” is the high cost of living and constant loss of small businesses that I enjoyed frequenting.  Plus, I have grown older and more set in my ways, that might be part of it, but the beauty that once was my city and the opportunities to flourish for an artist and writer like myself are all long gone. 

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Sure, online business are a great way to make money and thrive, but closer and more tactile businesses, places that used to be within reach including “mom and pop” stores are no longer a staple here and that saddens me.  “Working class” can no longer afford to live in a city where Twitter, Silicon Valley and greedy, rude, evil landlords’ money is more valued.  Course, it has always been the case where rich bowls over working class, I get it, but now the “sting” feels worse, mainly because working to pay bills never dies while doing what makes one happy usually becomes more of a dream than a reality. ~sigh~ 

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One of the things that made me very happy was to visit  a bead store when I worked for the City & County years ago.  I spent almost all of my lunch hour at Beyond Beads at 1251 Howard Street, my only respite that was housed down the block from my job.   I dreamed creations in my head as I sifted through strands and porcelain jars, trays and table settings filled with glass, stone, pearl and Austrian crystal beads to name a few.  And, all the tools, chains and supplies I needed to make up whatever I imagined. 

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It was a small collection compared to a larger bead store, but I love the intimacy of Beyond Beads and the design and decor, high beamed white ceilings and odd drawings and paintings on the walls behind the counter had me feeling like I was in a creative artists’ abode rather than a retail shop.

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Beyond Beads is owned by a quiet man who when I first met him was rather stiff, serious and slightly unfriendly at first glance.  But, over time Gal Ben Shaul warmed up to me, well, I can be a chatty handful when I am in my zone.  He was especially friendly when I visited after having recently learned Gal was closing shop. 

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I had not seen Gal in over four years since I was laid off work from the City & County.  I learned Gal’s rent nearly tripled and I learned from one of the employees at General Bead that they owned the building Beyond Beads was housed in.  Most of San Francisco commercial and residential rents have gone up, my rent goes up a percentage every year or so.  I was not surprised, but I was a bit sad.
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I will miss visiting Gal’s Beyond Beads, but I am sure he and his wife will flourish and find their other passions whatever they may be.  Until then I will continue to move forward in my goal to move to NYC and live my life doing what makes ME happy.  ~sigh~  I keep saying I will LEAP, but I am not yet there, but I am determined.

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And when I do move I know living in a city where everyone’s hustle and ambitions is very “real” will work out just fine with me.  Although, hustling is not my forte, I do believe I will flourish and my dreams will see a positive fruition.

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As for my hometown?  I was born and raised on a tiny island that sits nearly 49 square miles on top of the Pacific Ocean. Nowadays unfortunately San Francisco is nothing more than a place I outgrew.  But,  I am good with that.  Maybe one day I’ll return to visit SF, maybe to live, who knows? But for now Beyond Beads and LD must move on and find our passions where they will allow us to flourish and shine! And there it is.  Cheers!

 

The Risk and Reward

I am up late on Sunday evening not at all happy to have only two days off to write, create, knit, do laundry, grocery shopping, etc.  I can’t sleep, basically and when I cannot sleep I think of odd things.  In this case, I remembered an article I wrote years ago about a girl I used to know.  The title of the article, “The Risk and Reward of Reaching Out” was published in the San Francisco Chronicle paper.

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It is not very hard for me to believe that I made my way through middle and high school without getting caught up in the drug culture of San Francisco during the 1970s and 1980s.  Everyone I knew did them, but  I simply was not interested.  And I was not into “cliques” in school.  Just because my friends did drugs did not mean I wanted to.  I believed not doing drugs had to do with my mom, she never imbibed, nor did she drink while raising us.   Unfortunately for many people including my old babysitters when I was a child and friends I grew up with, there was no escaping the drug fate.

In 2006 when I worked for the City and County of SF Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services as a clerk and I volunteered with homeless organizations, I was invited to write an article about the impact drugs had on me.  The only thing I could think of was a cute little girl whom I grew up with in grade school, I called her “Cori” in the article.  “Cori” was a cute caramel-complexioned chubby little girl, I was skinny as a rail.  Seriously, my legs in knee high boots looked like pencils in cups, that’s how skinny I was.  Kids teased us and called us “Cori and Lorrie, fat and skinny!” which we hated.

When I wrote the article I could not help but feel bad not just for “Cori”, but for the fact that I wrote about how tragic she turned out.  I did not mean any malice, but it bothered me that she fell so hard.  Of course, I later realized not everyone walks the same path, although the end result is and will always be the same.  I am fine with what I wrote about “Cori.” And, although I no longer see her around anywhere I will always hope she left San Francisco for a better life somewhere.  Hopefully that sentiment is true.  If so, good luck to “Cori.”

 “The Risk and Reward of Reaching Out” – by L.D. Sargent.   Click HERE for article.

The Color of…

What is the color of healing?

Show me the color of HEALING

Of a heart filled with life, but broken

What is the color of faith?

Show me the color of FAITH

A faith so strong and unmovable, it quivers

What is the reason I exist?

Why am I here?

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Shall I paint, draw, sketch the color of my existence above and beyond?

Shall I show you why I breathe?

What is the color of true love?

I never allowed a loss of control, but

Show me the color of true LOVE and I will

paint you the colors of my gratitude!

Whatever you are in your presence I will heal

Wherever you are

However you LOVE I will HEAL and

remain FAITHFUL

Because I know you are blessed.

And so am I.

Lavender and Pink

lavender flowers

Sweet light that bathes my soul,

With flowers in shabby pot.

Lavender and Pink

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At the Lavender door, the entrance invites me.

Inside is where life takes stride.

lavender drinks

Here’s a toast to longevity and strength within.

A drink of Pink Lavender cocktails!

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I celebrate the beginning of freedom!!!!

Freedom is what drives courage within.

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I create a design of Lavender and Pink

A scarf, 

A hat,

A sweater,

A “whatever” I choose to represent my soul!

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I wear a Lavender stone for luck and hope.

 I am resplendent in my Lavender world.

And I am free in my pink heart.

And I am free in my glowing warm soul and spirit.