After some SERIOUS thought and lots of wrestling with things in my mind I have come to the decision that if I want to have all the things I ever dreamed of then............I will have to leave the state of California. WHAT!? How is that possible? Yes. I would like to continue with my acting. Yes. I still want to do ALL the things on my bucket list. But, right now I cannot financially survive in California. So that means I am moving out of state. And what state am I headed to??????........................NORTH DAKOTA! I KNOW! I know that for me and my situation this is the BEST thing for me to do.
As for blogging, I am reshaping things here. I will still blog random thoughts and keep you informed on the plus size community happenings and gluten free living. But, lately I have gotten on a fitness kick. I think it is important that I express I AM NOT TRYING TO BE THIN. I could lose 200 lbs and still be considered plus size. I will ALWAYS be a plus size girl. A lot of plus size people ARE HEALTHY. But I am not. I have to get my blood pressure in check as well as juggle asthma, allergies and a gluten allergy. Its more important than ever for me now to GET HEALTHY and NOT thin. So I am back to working out which I am proud of and I am back to making HEALTHIER choices.
I will also be adding puppeteering to my blog. I think it is an important art form that is seriously over looked and taken for granted. People don't realize that puppeteers make things like, "Pee Wee's Playhouse", "The Muppet's", "Sigmund and the Sea Monster", "The Froozles", "Child's Play" and "H.R. Puff N Stuff" possible.
So there it is. A girl who said she would never leave sunny California is checking out for a few years as of summer of 2012. I am STILL following my dreams. Every dream begins somewhere. But, to get what it is I want, it just can't begin here.
HUGS and LOVE
Signed,
Diva on the Move
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The Museum of Tolerance......Truth through the eyes of SURVIVORS
It is hard to believe that there are people out there who think the Holocaust was a hoax. Even as I think about it now I am repulsed by the insensitivity of inhuman idiots who would think so many people would get together to create such an elaborate horror. Why would anyone need to lie to such an extreme? How dare you insinuate or speak out that the Holocaust was a hoax. To those who managed to survive the Holocaust it is not a hoax. It is a living nightmare that will haunt them to their graves.
I didn't know what to expect when I arrived at the museum. I had been exposed to the teachings of the Holocaust since middle school in history books. I had assumed that it be much like other museums where I could see art work on the wall and move on from painting to painting unaffected by the canvases but changed for the better for seeing them. Never did I think I would be humbled, rendered speechless and brought to tears by such a intelligent and effective way to display the horrific truth.
There I was standing amongst true life. Not just art imitating life but REAL facts and photos on the walls of how evil human beings can be. Maybe that's why people want to believe the Holocaust is a hoax. Maybe they don't have the stomach to handle a terrible truth. That human beings CAN BE EVIL. Even now I cannot describe what I experienced. I have been having a hard time even getting around to this blog. I decided yesterday not to share facts, sights or sounds in this blog. I decided yesterday to turn this into a plea.
What I saw will be with me forever. I stood next to a Holocaust survivor and believe me IT WAS NOT A HOAX. Just looking into her eyes I could feel her soul moving around inside needing to tell its story needing to share with the world of the horrors it felt and saw. She begged us to hear all the stories of the survivors for they are not bound to this earth for much longer. With tears streaming down my eyes I nodded in affirmation. A silent promise to return and learn their stories so my children can pass on their legacy.
This is something that cannot be forgotten or ignored because it is in the past. It is TERRIFYING to think this could happen again. To tell you of what I saw and experienced would belittle the purpose of the museum and would water down the message of the survivors. It is something you MUST experience on your own.
If there is one thing I learned in the museum it was this, "Change your mind, Change your heart and you Change the world." PLEASE! Go to The Museum of Tolerance. It is the beginning in your journey to bringing about change and the beginning to understanding an appreciating true love, courage and determination.
Signed,
Diva on the Move
I didn't know what to expect when I arrived at the museum. I had been exposed to the teachings of the Holocaust since middle school in history books. I had assumed that it be much like other museums where I could see art work on the wall and move on from painting to painting unaffected by the canvases but changed for the better for seeing them. Never did I think I would be humbled, rendered speechless and brought to tears by such a intelligent and effective way to display the horrific truth.
There I was standing amongst true life. Not just art imitating life but REAL facts and photos on the walls of how evil human beings can be. Maybe that's why people want to believe the Holocaust is a hoax. Maybe they don't have the stomach to handle a terrible truth. That human beings CAN BE EVIL. Even now I cannot describe what I experienced. I have been having a hard time even getting around to this blog. I decided yesterday not to share facts, sights or sounds in this blog. I decided yesterday to turn this into a plea.
What I saw will be with me forever. I stood next to a Holocaust survivor and believe me IT WAS NOT A HOAX. Just looking into her eyes I could feel her soul moving around inside needing to tell its story needing to share with the world of the horrors it felt and saw. She begged us to hear all the stories of the survivors for they are not bound to this earth for much longer. With tears streaming down my eyes I nodded in affirmation. A silent promise to return and learn their stories so my children can pass on their legacy.
This is something that cannot be forgotten or ignored because it is in the past. It is TERRIFYING to think this could happen again. To tell you of what I saw and experienced would belittle the purpose of the museum and would water down the message of the survivors. It is something you MUST experience on your own.
If there is one thing I learned in the museum it was this, "Change your mind, Change your heart and you Change the world." PLEASE! Go to The Museum of Tolerance. It is the beginning in your journey to bringing about change and the beginning to understanding an appreciating true love, courage and determination.
Signed,
Diva on the Move
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