Ordinary Things

January 03, 2010

At this point of blogging and just to help you be a we’re, perhaps a reader if they’re not familiar with the way eye write or they don’t already, may want to know the meaning of the word homophone. This is something many may wreck in eyes that I use when composing words either a little or sometimes a lot when writing mostly anything original and sum would say, out of the ordinary.

These writings they’re for, may or may knot be pretty or at times puzzling; sometimes, mmined you… but suffice it to say, they’re written with tongue in cheek more often then not, to bring a smile or to perhaps slow your reading down to make a finer point or to give meaning where none exists to begin width.

In any case if you hadn’t before - now you know. Purr haps you’ll be patient or find more patients with mme; the latter of course depending on the building you may find mme occupying at the moment or even considering the jacket. Having said this then, end knee’d less too say, aye welcome you - sow pleas continue:

It wasn’t very long ago, maybe a month or so when I connected with a different but also similar to a few others - ‘Artistic’ types of web sites where art of any or most forms of such, is the main focus ‘for a cause’ so to speak. Art for this/Artists to assist for that; these web sites mostly asking creative people to help any number of causes with the creations of their particular art… some more legitimate than others. Like anything else won never knows until, ‘The search.’

No information to this particular web site was provided really except for the name of the organisation in large colourful letters that were superimposed on a painting behind or underneath them. The only contact information was an email address. Being very skeptical but interested enough by wanting to find out more I sent an email to the address supplied. With a quick response I learned that in fact the owner of the website was currently having someone working on it; the ‘construction’ of it will be mostly completed in a month or so; at least this is still mmy understanding at this date. When it’s ‘up and running,’ I’ll supply the URL.

After sending back and forth emails to the owner and finding a little more about what was to come, why, who, where etc… she asked if I’d like to be on the board of this organisation in order to help with whatever I can in mmy fields of interest; in particular mmusic and art. Due to the past personal experience mmusic, at least at the beginning is to be the focal point. After agreeing suggested a list of things I could do, or too include, so to speak.

The first board meeting was to take place and attended by about eight or nine other individuals all in another state I wasn’t even close to being located. None the less this is a new age whereas the net, videos, web casts, web meetings, cell phone conference calls and the like are nowadays, the norm. When it came time, I phoned at the prescribed hour and was involved in the meeting a peer ring as a speaker phone for about three hours. I just listened as intently as won could, basically getting the gist of the whole meeting and from time to time adding mmy too scents.

One thing led to another after listening and realising that the best thing I could do at this beginning point was to Google a web site that was one of the main reasons for this board to form. After looking around that site which was more than cool for lots of reasons I found out that its main goal is to help some of the poorest people in a very remote area of another country by flying usually two small air planes, piper cub type, for mostly medical reasons; more than a few concerning life or death situations including those of the pilots. The latter being mostly terrain, night or day and especially weather issues.

Searching around that website a bit more and after just completing the read of an autobiography of Amelia Earhart titled, ‘The Sound of Wings,’ another authored by her publisher husband George Putnam who used all of her notes written and sent to him before her demise titled, ‘Last Flight,’ I was more than inspired to connect with one of the pilots of the two air planes because as it turned out, in fact this was a woman as swell. Laura is one of the two pilots with this mission.

After reading those two books it was interesting to learn how much the two authors contributed to not just the flying world which made it very possible for the current pilot and all the others like her to do what they do but how much the authors contributed to the future of flying in general; including helping to design and test the new airplanes of the day. Ms. Earhart having no problem working on the mechanicals as well; and like Laura getting grease in her hair was never a real concern. She hung with the boys and loved every minute of it, and they her.

One of the main reasons for Ms. Earhart’s ventures was to help aviation’s progress both in the air and on the ground. I’ve not seen the current movie about her life but I would hope this is one of the main points they make about her involvement in aviation. She didn’t just sit in the air plane as a passenger as many people don’t know about her first Atlantic crossing flight. Amelia was in and out and all around most any part of the air plane’s she piloted.

A coincidence perhaps but the first meeting of this art board group took place in the same place that Ms. Earhart not only did teach as part of their faculty but she also wanted to teach there again and after her last flight.

As we realise flying hasn’t been around for that long but when considering not only women being equal to men in flight but how Ms. Earhart contributed to the equality of women in general, it was very inspiring to read what Laura, the pilot had written in her journal in relation to her missions in flight as well as to serve one of the poorest peoples in the world is what she does every single day.

Without a doubt, her job isn’t an easy one; it’s also very dangerous for the simple fact of most places she has to land in this foreign to us country; restricted to daylight mmined you; they have only one, sort of; regular airport like most of us would imagine in the U.S. or any modern society for that matter. Sometimes the weather, and many times her landings are life threatening. But Laura is tough, as some of the images as well as the mission’s she’s referred to in the photos she’s sent mme have presented.

Like Amelia appeared to the public and was promoted in her tough as nails, equality to men while also presenting an image of in joying her womanly ways, Laura is no different. She, her husband and family also battle on and could almost care less in their every day’s about the dangers they face; including waking up in the morning to shake their shoo’s just in case any kind of jungle danger of death incarnate has settled in them the night before; deadly snakes, spiders and the like are just a rigorous shake away to stepping in her life. Try that while maid up end smiling ‘fore sighs Ms. Paris Hilton.

Everyone working with and including Laura does not get rich doing what they do of course which is even more commendable. Her husband Bill is with her to manage their activities and of course their two children are with them, as well as another married couple. Jud the pilot and his wife Karen and their children are all living in a poor country trying to do the best they can, under very difficult and endlessly tiring, long hours into nights while sleeping in the air plane conditions.

They go on with their lives with all the unbelievable hardships they have to endure while helping others by trying to bring a better quality of life to them. What we do everyday to survive within mostly walking distance of all the common grocery stores, easy access to water or electric and what have you, does not exist in the mostly remote places where they fly, work and live.

If this isn’t enough, know that Laura is also a qualified, certified RN with a degree to prove it. Although she already has in the past she will soon be aiding the same people she’s living near but in addition to her flying will be working in more of a medical capacity/environment. Maybe a coincidence here but amazingly enough Amelia like Laura also worked in the medical field before becoming a famous aviator. I wonder if they’re sum how related? ;o)

Although there are others like them, I’d say its pretty dam amazing none the less. It’s also very obvious that it’s their love of people; their fellow humans that keep them all going with love in their hearts hoping for a better day for everyone.

These thoughts have stimulated a few songs created after reading Laura’s entire journal; well, as much as she’s written and sent up to this point at least. She keeps mme updated from time to time. After asking her for a little inspiration and a few stories about the people they meet, what they do ‘over there’ and such; the first three songs were composed from her words and our perhaps what one may find to be thoughts that may help us all to be thankful for what we have from the get… go...

The first and maybe the most important theme is from what Laura’s called:

Ordinary Things

The 12 year old boy lay still - past a weigh
Two other passengers along - just four flyin;
She spoke to the dad, “Sorry, how did your boy die?”
“…spewed up blood, autopsy awaits,” deeper sighin’
He choked; tears river flowed,” Not slept nor have I ate
His mom died, not long ago, when he was two; (her fate)
I’ve raised him by mmyself, now love is gone” He cried
Hearing hearts had broken as one, now both cries where he lies.

After flying she was sad, “Ran to town with her kids, glad
Did some errands made two key’s for her two rings
It always takes so long for the simple chores these daze
Just for the ordinary things
It always takes so long for the simple chores these daze
Just for the ordinary things.”

Some night’s there’s no power; it’s always bad or sad
Where’s the water? There’s NO PHONE? A-C, no light
She gazes two black walls; all her plans now all unmade
Can’t relax, pass free time, it’s just a fright
Bill her Man, took jugs ‘n ran, called the cab, filled all he can
There’s no water, dark as hell, a lone’s the night
Tucked the kids inside the nets, stroked one’s cheek, rubbed other’s neck
She smiles wide, computer’s bugs; mosquitos on the web site

After flying generators hum, she’s emailin’ home to one
She loves touching friend’s back home and yes she sings
“It always takes so long for the simple chores these daze
Just for the ordinary things
It always takes so long for the simple chores these daze
Just for the ordinary things.”

She stumbles ‘cross the floor, it’s a dark kitchen, closed the door
Head bent down low, strains to see, that dark’s a trip
Out reaches, handle’s grabbed; her eyes gasped, star shine’s so fab!
Sings,” There’s so many! Why there’s my fav! The little DIPper.

Yes, the lightning’s playin’ ‘rounds, all the love strings in her heart
Clouds in 3D, silhouettes skies illuminate
Crickets chirpin’, frogs in tune, earth mother’s mmusic plays the room
Darting bats, her heart strings sings, “MMan! Isn’t this great?!”

After flying, died in - runs, watching heavens - stars she loves
Sea’s, blue skies, enlightening strikes, True Love she brings
She sings, “I’ll always thank mmy stars for all the simple things these daze
Just for the ordinary things
She sings, “I’ll always thank mmy stars for all the simple things these daze
Just for the ordinary things,
Just for the ordinary things,
Just for the ordinary things.

(Thanks for the inspiration Laura)