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Whoohoo !!!  Ok.  I’m celebrating a little because I got back in to my accounts.  It’s been more than a year since I’ve been on here, or almost any other of my internet connections.  True, I’m still doing this at a library, but now I’m close enough to one to actually get to use it more than once every few months.  I’ve been hiding out in the hills for a bit, recovering from what turned into a bad marriage….. but enough about that.

As much as I espouse Not being dependent on internet connections, I Did sometimes miss it.  I do enjoy sharing an occasional rant, or some bit of newly acquired wisdom, or even to repeat old axioms that need to be revisited once in a while. I hope to be able to spread a little cheer sometimes, or encourage others in their journey through this life.  It’s definitely not easy….. but if you hang in there, it’s frequently worth it.

I’m looking forward to getting back on my feet, both in here, and in the job market, and in the pursuit of happiness.

Notice it’s the “Pursuit” of happiness; Not the Guarantee of it. 

(Hmmmmm….. Grammat Nazi’s, help me out here.  What do I need to do to fix that last sentence?) (I know I’m asking for a Lot more than I’ve bargained for on this one:/ )

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If you’ve been reading the last few posts, you know that I was nominated for a Sunshine Award (why, is still a mystery) by Lila, of Lila’s Twist.  I posted this and the rules for it and then nominated a few of my favorite bloggers as I was supposed to do.

One of my favorite bloggers re-nominated me for the same award.

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Thank you Anne. Anne is a Professional Astrologer, that is, I am updating my previous post with correct material supplied by the ever truthful and delightful Anne, who stated  “I have a Diploma in Psychological Astrology (1998) from my studies with Dr Liz Greene and the late Charles Harvey at the Centre for Psychological Astrology in London.”    So you should Still definitely go check out her blog, Writings from the Twelfth House, http://anne-whitaker.com/weblog/, especially if you want to know anything about how astrology Really works.

This time I will answer ten more questions about myself. That is, last time I simply said if you wanted to know ten things about me, you should read my posts, because there are more than ten answers in them.  Yes, that was sort of cheating.   Anne has kindly allowed me the opportunity of repenting of my sin of cheating.

My ten answers are found below:

1.)   My hair doesn’t like to curl, and won’t stay that way without Lots of hairspray (It feels like plastic then).

2.)   My shoe size has changed from a 5 to a 6 1/2 in the last ten years, and no, I didn’t grow taller.

3).   I used to have difficulty finding a belt that would fit me, as most belts were too long. Now I don’t have that problem.

4.)   I learned to ride horses as a child using bailing twine as a halter and reins, and no saddle.

5.)    My favorite color has always been deep purple.

6.)    As there are nine different nationalities in my genetic make-up, my favorite answer on all those forms that require me to choose something is “American”.   Yes, I do feel that is a legitimate answer.

7.)    I believe if we all rebelled and put “American” on the forms under Other, we would all be better off.

8.)    My priorities aren’t always the same as everyone else’s.  I have a tendency to look at the long view, and not just the immediate bottom line.

9.)    I’m a terrific service person. When I’m in a position of service, I love helping people find what they need and want.

10.)  I tend to be truthful. Sometimes that isn’t what people want.  Sometimes the truth hurts, but that wasn’t what I was trying to do.  I don’t enjoy hurting people, I just prefer clarifying what the reality that I am living in is really like.

Well there.  My penance is done.  Have a lovely day everyone.

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Thank you to Yuri in Southern Australia for both the beautiful “Sunset after the Storm” and “Sunset at the Twelve Apostles” photographs.  They are Gorgeous views.

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I’m a little speechless (but not so much that I can’t write Anything) (see, I wrote “Anything”)  (OK, enough with the lame jokes)

Now that I’ve got that little bit of inner dialogue out of the way I’ll get to the reason I’m writing today.  Someone, and they shall Not remain nameless,  Lila, from the blog Lila’s Twist , nominated me for a Sunshine Award.

Needless to say, I was floored.  My jaw dropped and my mind went nearly blank.  My emotions went from excited to humbled in half a second.  What did I write that inspired someone to Nominate me?  Worse yet, could I ever write anything to inspire someone again?  Would I Want to have that specter hanging over my head every time I wrote anything?

Well, obviously it hasn’t prevented me from typing away in here.

So what is a Sunshine award?  Below is the Logo.

It appears that there are a few rules to accepting this award:

1) Include the award’s logo in a post or on your blog.
2) Answer 10 questions about yourself.
3) Nominate other fabulous bloggers.
4) Link your nominees to this post and comment on their blogs, letting them know they have been nominated.
5) Share the love and link the person who nominated you.

So obviously I have accomplished rule one;

Rule two has been accomplished if you read my posts, you’ll find that I have answered more than a few questions about myself;

I will henceforth go out and locate other fabulous bloggers and nominate them for the award (you’ll find links to them below, thus fulfilling rule four as well);

and five, has already been done (see the second paragraph).

Nominee number one is:

1)      http://year-struck.com/

Whose way with words never fails to inspire me.

2)     http://becomingmadame.wordpress.com/

Your Recipe for Stewed Chestnuts to pour over an entree made my day, not to mention a whole week of meal menus :)

3)      http://anne-whitaker.com/2012/09/17/holy-dharma-with-heron-2/

This post made me want to go for a hike along the nature trail and maybe over the trestle bridges too.  Sunshine indeed!

4)     http://aninepoundhammer.com/

Your photographs are breathtaking sunshine in and of themselves.  Thank you.

5)     http://prettyfeetpoptoe.com/

She has a way with a rant that makes you laugh, making your day a little lighter, so yes, she deserves a sunshine award too.

I hope you all enjoy your awards as much as I have mine, and for those of you reading this that didn’t get nominated….  There is something wrong with the way the internet or my computer is behaving today because there wree several of you that I wanted to link to but the link never opened up…. I hope that doesn’t mean that you aren’t there anymore.

Take care and have a great Sunshiny day :)

 

My Apologies for the edit, but I forgot to Thank M. Srikanth for that Beautiful Photograph of Sunshine

It’s a Sunrise over Coff’s Harbour in New South Wales.   Fabulous.

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First, I want to thank all my followers.  You are wonderful.  The joy I get from seeing that little notification that someone else has liked and is following my blog is matched only by the joy of seeing someone’s face light up when I’ve done something for them.   Thank you for checking out my work.  I do go to your sites and check your’s as well.  I hope I have remembered to push the little button each time, but I confess, that sometimes I get lost in perusing the material, past and present, and then get distracted by some ordinary everyday thing that demands my attention and I might miss doing that once in a while.

So of course you are wondering why I have that title up there?  I know that title sounds ominous.  What kind of person asks that kind of question?  It’s not that I don’t appreciate being able to locate things because they’ve been put in likely locations.  In this instance, it’s because nobody Else knows where to look, or maybe they really don’t care to look.  I’m a little afraid to find out.

In this instance, I’m talking about being organized as a blogger.  You see, I split my blog up into parts, to make it less diverse.  I have a recipe section now, (but it’s mostly about taking care of your thyroid) and I have a poetry blog, and one that’s pretty much all about political values.

I know that I sometimes get people on the poetry blog because I now have some followers there.  I don’t have so much going on with the other two.  Maybe it’s because there isn’t any interest in looking at them.  I suppose that’s fair.  Perhaps my followers here are more interested in the personal aspects of my life, and less about what I have to say about political things or health things.  Still, I can’t help be disappointed that those sites aren’t getting viewed as well, or maybe that’s greedy of me.

Perhaps I should just be very contented that I have followers on two sites.  When I consider it that way, that is pretty awesome to me.  Wow.  How could I want for more?  Is it worth it being organized?  Perhaps.  If only so that I don’t bore my followers with things they aren’t interested in.

Thank you for reading my musings and rants, and have a great day!

 

Thank you to Ifindkarma for the lovely picture of organizing boxes.

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craps (Photo credit: Ben McLeod)

OK.  So I’m feeling guilty for not writing sooner than this.  It’s not that I haven’t had any opinions on anything, nor that I don’t wish to express it, but I just haven’t had a lot to say on anything, so I haven’t.  Other people have been doing a fine job of saying all kinds of things, so I don’t think you’ve had any lack of reading material.

I know that I’m not alone in wishing that the elections were already over.  It’s been a Really long electoral season, and the rhetoric has been thick from all sides.  There’s an awful lot of research and pondering to do about it all.  For many, this season is one of a toss of the coin.  It may seem like there is no clear choice. To some, both candidates may appear to have blatant weaknesses.  So the question then becomes what do you want to take your chances on?

Casting your vote in an election may be akin to tossing the dice at a Craps table.  You’re putting all the juice behind your selection that you can get, hoping fervently that the outcome will be in your favor.  Come on….. baby needs a new pair of shoes!

Well, that last saying may be truer for many than it ever has been before if the rate of increase in people on food stamps is any indication.  In this gambling climate, the question becomes do you want to leave your money riding on the current course, and hope that the odds will change and fall in your favor this time?

Of course, when we gamble, we usually have a set limit that we won’t go beyond.   What limit did we set for ourselves, for our economy, for our nation?  Have we exceeded that limit?  Would casting your vote for the same course of action be doubling down on a long lost cause?  Can we afford to double down?  What would happen to us if the gamble Fails?

Maybe it’s time to walk away from this crap game and find something that’s more along the lines of applying our talents to earning our money the old fashioned way.  It may be slower, but the risks are fewer, and we have more individual control over the out come.

 

 

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Well, now what?  What happens when you do something you didn’t mean to do?

Can it be undone?  How about modified, excused, or made good use of?

Was it a praiseworthy accident?  Or something you’d rather not admit to?

When it comes right down to it, how many things do we do everyday, that may as well have been accidental?

Did we actually plan for things to turn out that way?

Was it on the list of things to do?

Was that the process we had mapped out for it?

Perhaps, under the circumstances, our lives are all accidental.

We caper about in our mad dash to get somewhere and all along we are merely riders on the tail end of a whip line, tossed hither and yon, and lucky if we don’t fall off.

 

 

Thanks to Van Gogh for his painting of a Plum Tree.

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I was reading a post by “Musings”  which spoke of temporary architecture, and it’s recent usage.  There were individual mobile platforms for ice skaters, reminding me of miniature North American Plains Indian Teepees, and really large, recyclable venues for Olympic stadiums too.

I got to pondering a bit about the direction this new mobile architecture might be taking us on.  New materials can be light weight, easily assembled, transportable, and strong.  There has also been a new emphasis on smaller scaled living, probably due to the economic downturn that has lasted for so long.  With that in mind, take a leap of imagination with me toward a slightly different looking future:

Picture a wooded slope, previously not to thickly inhabited, but now you see glimpses through the trees of small, sometimes bright colored constructions.  Here in the flatter foreground is a ring of small personal spaces sharing a central area with a water spigot and hot water source, and each having easy access to a nearby row of privies and showers, somewhat like vacationer campgrounds.

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61st St. Community Garden, Chicago (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Areas of urban blight have been transformed into guarded miniature homestead parks, occupied by individuals with a collective agreement to share responsibilities for the space while in residence there. Structures from Yurts to geodesic domes to re-purposed shipping crates occupy empty lots formerly used as dumping grounds.  Former welfare recipients and newly-released-from-state-care orphans find a place within these communities to begin their upward climb out of poverty.  These communities serve as half-way stops for both those growing into new responsibilities, and as stopping places on the way out of the working life while one still wishes to be useful.  Social security check recipients now reside here and live well, while contributing their aid and skills to the community effort.

The structures aren’t quite tents, nor are they as permanent looking as sheds, but something of a cross between the two.  Light weight composite materialbolted together and anchored into the ground with flexible steel cables attached to long pegs in the ground to keep them from blowing away in storms.  Electricity powered from a central source run into each personal space,  powering lights and small unit cooler/heater systems.  No individual structure taking up more space than what can be easily assembled and taken back down.

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Among the trees  of the turnpikes and within the canyons formed by empty lots between buildings, there are individual sites with similar footage, some on the ground and some built into abandoned buildings.  All of them  parts of guarded community agreements in cooperation with city and municipal governments. There are gardens, both vertical and horizontal in the available spaces, and chickens are raised in long, portable  coops which both fertilize the ground and help control pests in the community garden tended by rotating shifts of volunteers.

This is an urban oasis for the new overworked, and underpaid entry level  technicians in Any Company, America.  This is the new retirement villa’s of the recently retired.  This is the refuge for the homeless and the hopeless.  This is where the shared community garden is carefully raked into the earth and just as carefully tended to by various residents who enjoy growing their own food.  Several Converted shipping crates serve as canning kitchens and storage space for the food stuffs created and preserved here.

There are rental bike racks not far from these new urban residences; and mobile food vendors ply their trade nearby as a service to these hardy human beings.  Clothing and sundry other mobile vendors work the streets nearby to meet the constant needs of these just in time consumers.

Stacked shipping crates have been modified to easily and properly house refugees and migrant workers.  Showers and public facilities are engineered into some of the shipping crates as shared utilities and others are converted into community kitchens. Bunk beds and hammocks are strung through others as sleeping spaces, and still others are rooms for entertainment or study.

A daycare has been created from a grouping of shipping crates and a lightweight cover extending over a guarded play area.  Meals are served on tables that fold down from the inner court’s walls as complete seating and eating units.  Colorful murals by local artists depict a happy environment for growing children on the outsides of these structures, adding to the delightful ambiance of the neighborhood.

An out of service semi-trailer, painted in murals by local artists,  serves as a covered bus stop with benches lining the walls between the doors.

These communities can be located anywhere there is available space; the various occupants working in either the community itself (Guard, daycare, gardening, laundry, clean-up crew, cooking) or outside in whatever labor or industry the occupants can locate, and contributing by helping to pay for the water access and available electricity while being fed by the community for their contributions.

 

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Our government has been engaged in the effort to force people to help each other.

It has frequently postured that we aren’t good enough to each other on our own, and that it must take more from one group of people and give it to another group of people to keep them from suffering or going without.

The idea that necessity is the Mother of invention has been ignored and stifled by edict and regulation.

This maneuver is supposed to have no negative effects, only positive ones; but so far, I haven’t observed this one way street in action.

 

I have observed the populous that is handed this benevolence become lacking in drive or ambition, through the shoddily crafted legislation that prohibits any of the recipients from using their helping support to get themselves ahead.

I have observed that as long as benefits are available, they will be used up (no spendthrifts we, with Other people’s money).

I have observed that those who are taken from in this manner reduce their willing donations to those in need, because someone else is already taking care of that for them.

I have observed that those who take this benevolence end up resenting the assistance, because they are never credited with any ability to make improvements on their own, and are punished financially when they try.

I have observed the growing detachment and resentment of both sides of this scenario.

You can’t legislate morality.

It must be taught with love and compassion and understanding, and a steady dose of reflection on the pains that we cause others by our misdeeds.

It must be taught with active involvement in helping those less fortunate, and the first hand observation of the joy that helping gives to others.

It must be taught with humility and gratitude that we are able to help others.

It must be taught by those who are closest to the  ones needing to be taught.

It must be taught by those who are the immediate authority figures, by example and by kindness; preferably by their parents, and always by those entrusted with their teaching at the public level.

 

This, Dear Government, can’t be forced, or coerced by government edict.

It must be willingly available through the good will of the citizenry.

If this is not available, we will fail, and we will continue to have atrocities.

The more restrictions and interference the government imposes on the lives of the citizenry, the more stress the society will be under, and the  more people will forget that they are neighbors, and seek to marginalize and eliminate those who are not in a position to help them.

The more force and intimidation is brought to bear on us all, the more a lack of compassion will rule our society,

and bring down all of us,

and our children’s children’s children.

 

 

Thank you to Wikipedia for the picture of The Authority Figures of Colu, from a Warner Brothers Cartoon.

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I’ve been considering consulting a psychic about how, or if I should pursue building my business.  I’ve been doing some work on my own for a couple of years now, and just last year I paid a hefty fee for getting it incorporated, but my overhead is still way too high and I’ve moved it to another state (in spite of another hefty fee for changing the principle address of my business) to cut the costs down.  Still, I’m not sure how I’m going to meet expenses at my current rate of business.  I may have to diversify and bring in revenue from different sources to keep it going.

As many of you have already heard, our President just gave us all a rousing good talking to about our modern way of creating a business.  Apparently, I’ve been going about it all the wrong way.  I’ve been thinking that I was in this all by myself.

Of course not, he tells me.  I’ve had good teachers that gave me the opportunity to learn to read (oops, I thought that was my parents job, since I was reading way ahead of my grade level in school), I’ve had government that built the roads I use (wasn’t that paid for by tax dollars from already thriving businesses before they were built?),  and infrastructure that was in place before I was born (telephone systems were installed by private enterprise weren’t they?  and paid for by the customers?).  Hmmmm…  Oh and the Internet, that was conceived of by the government (as an in-house system) and then jumped on by everyone else…… (Micro-soft was begun as a private business wasn’t it?  and Apple? and IBM? and Sun Systems?  when were they government owned?) who didn’t have to pay for them (thank goodness I can get all this computer stuff for free…  ooops, maybe not.)

Well, I certainly want to thank everyone out there who has contributed to my business success. Now I can breathe easy because I won’t have to worry about where my business is going to find it’s customers, or how I’m going to pay for the Insurance for it or the marketing costs, or the delivery system, or the software or the… wait a minute…. do you mean to tell me that I still have to pay for all of that Myself!???

Well…. If I have to build my business all by myself, and then still pay the government for the privilege of doing it, why should I bother to do it at all?  I’m sure the government will take care of me if I don’t.  My President has said they were the source I should credit for everything we have.

 

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The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints  (Photo credit: More Good Foundation)

I read a fun little poem recently on another blog with a post called “Is the Church a Zoo” that spoke of the different types of people observed in church and how they shared traits with a variety of animals.  Different animal behaviors were exhibited by the same people over different activities.  It’s a fun poem, and a philosophical puzzle.  There were many reactions to it which agreed with the sentiment, and some even pointed out that some of those behaviors were why they no longer went to church.  There were a few commenters who stated that they observed their faith by staying home and studying and praying on their own.  This item was what gave me pause and a reason to write here again.

I cannot fault those who feel that the weaknesses of others is a good reason to not participate in church.  I have done this myself.  Having said that, I will also say, that I repent me of having done that.  Not being involved doesn’t make the others More involved.  It just deprives the body of the church of yet another person who Could have been helpful, but chose Not to be.  What is an organized church for, after all, if not to make it easier to become aware of the needs of others, and for them to become aware of our needs.  How else can we follow in the footsteps of Christ if we won’t look for and actively engage ourselves in ministering to the needs of others.  This is Not solely the job of the pastor, but of All who profess willingness to follow in His footsteps.

We are all human, however, and as such, subject to these frequent failings.  Making the mistake of thinking that removing yourself from the body will somehow send a message that the body is sick and needs healing is simply adding insult to injury.  This observation does not make me more righteous than anyone else.  It just means that I have learned my lesson on this particular point.   There are many other points I have yet to work on.  Some of them, I have at least become aware of, so I have hope that I may yet improve on them.

One of the failings that I have become aware of is that of complacency, or laziness, whichever term you prefer.  I like the little rut I’m in and don’t like getting out of it.  This leaves some of the things I Should be doing sort of hanging…..  I have to Actively move myself into a state of activity outside of my own personal zone of comfort.  My complacent state of being finds this annoying.  My Spirit tells me that I Must do more.  So I will do more (sigh).   When I get to the point that I no longer think of this as annoying, but look forward to doing more for others, that is when I will have made some serious improvement in my effort to follow Christ.

I find that what I think of as More and what I actually do as more are somewhat different things, but there is hope yet, that I will live up to my own expectations of myself.  At least, if I move a little further out of my comfort zone, perhaps I will actually be able to benefit someone other than myself, and Maybe, just maybe, pay back some of what others (who have succeeded in moving out of Their comfort zones) have done for me  (At least those who are here in this world with me).  On the other hand, I know that I will Never be able to repay Christ for what He has done for me.  And He’s OK with that.  He only requires that I do the best that is in me by being as actively engaged as I can manage.  That’s all He requires of anyone.  Even you.

 

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I am beginning a new venture.  I am working with a young lady in the Phillipine Islands to translate a book of poetry.  In some ways, I feel like I’m working blind, as I do not speak or read her language.  I have known her for a little while though and trust her intelligence and instincts.  I wonder how she is feeling about this…. the poetry originated on this side of the world.  How will it translate there?  In what ways will sympathies be the same, and in what ways, be confusing?

This should be interesting as a cultural exchange of another sort.

Thank you to sekart99 at Flikr for the beautiful photograph.

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Crime Scene (Photo credit: Alan Cleaver)

OK!  I’m sure I’m not the alone in reading about more than one cannibalistic killer in the world within the past three weeks.  I’m sure I’m not alone in considering this behavior to be bizarre, and even more so that there have been Several cases by Different people in diverse places.  Some readers have stated they believe that the recreational use of Bath Salts may be at fault, but there has been no confirmation of that as the cause.

Other readers have even gone so far as to draw analogies with flesh eating Zombies.  Oh if only that were what this was. If it were  Zombies that were responsible, then we could excuse the behavior as a side effect of a virus, the way that Rabies makes people and animals lose control.

But that Isn’t what is happening here.  These cannibals live in our cities, have no responsible attacking virus, and work among us all as though they were decent human beings!  This madness has even been filmed and sent to the internet as a video by one Canadian man who has since been caught, after an international chase found him in Germany.

Is This a new kind of crime wave? A more gruesome kind of depravity to look forward to in the coming years?  I thought about putting this post in my Political blog, but this isn’t a political problem.  It’s a spiritual one.  These crimes point out a deep divide between what a society Says it believes in, and what it’s actually promoting.  These crimes aren’t just about personal frustration, they are about rage, and hate, and brutality on display for a larger public viewing.

Not unlike the terrorist activity, where people in public places are killed by large explosions; these crimes are meant to be horrific, and to elicit horrified reactions, whether just from the victim, or from a larger public as well.   Even when the perpetrator of the crime is hallucinating, these reactions are still outrageous.  One would Hope that this is not the behavior that was taught as proper by whatever authority raised these persons. This behavior is still way outside what is considered acceptable, so even within a hallucination, it is Still an unacceptable reaction.

How did we get this way?  When did our society become so enamored of  graphic and outrageous behavior that this type of gruesome activity could be considered by any perpetrator?  Did it begin with the talk show circuit?  The public display of unusual and decadent behaviors by one or another of a couple?  Did it enter into the thought cycle with the advent of “Reality” shows, which are set up to be confrontational and to promote irrational behaviors for the ratings that would generate?  Was it because of the attention that international terrorist activity gets, that our usual, run of the mill criminal mind suddenly gets grandiose ideas for attention getting by this means?

Some people would say that these behaviors have always been around, and we are just seeing more of them because we have the internet, but really, these types of behaviors have made the news in other times, and have been talked about world wide as well, the way that Jack the Ripper was, or that the Boston Strangler was, or the Lindberg Kidnapping.  They made the news internationally too, and they didn’t have the internet then.  So I don’t think this behavior is always out there.  It seems to be a periodic type of behavior. The last time there was a world wide tracking of it was prior to World War I.  I hope that an increase in cannibalism is not an indicator of another world wide event of that nature.

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The spread of human cannibalism (anthropophagy) in the late 19th century. The text to this map: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How do we turn this around?  How do we make it once again, an unacceptable, never to be thought of, let alone carried out,  crime.  What do we do as a society to get back to a stronger moral footing?  Is there something we can choose as a People, that would discourage this behavior once again?

Do we choose Not to publish this type of behavior?  How about not publishing the neighbors dirty laundry?  Maybe we should go back to rolling up the sidewalks on Sundays; no businesses open, and encourage more people to attend some kind of church service, to be reminded that there will be an accounting for our choices.  What will it take for people to Not want to consider eating each other as a form of punishment/criminal attention getting?  How has this modern society fallen so far?!

 

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I was just reading a blog about poetry and why we sometimes don’t like it at all.  As usual, I read the comments after it too.  There were many different points brought up and agreements with the points made in the post.  I felt the need to reply to one of those making comments about His point of view.  He mentioned having read Beowolf in school and liking it’s alliterative structure.  Beowolf is an epic poem form.  A story told in stanzas, as it were.  

I too, have read Beowolf, and other epic poems, and loved them.  Epic poems are stories about great adventures and important events in nations histories.  I haven’t read an epic poem that was written in Our age about Our history.

Oh there have been songs written about important events, and they even rhyme for the most part, but they aren’t in the Epic genre.  They are still relatively short in form and thus short in detail as well.  I think it’s about time we had some epic poetry about events in our day and age.  I hearby challenge all poetry writers, or aspiring poetry writers, to read some poems that are considered  in the “Epic” genre (the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, for instance), and write one of the same quality about events in our day.

No particular subject, or theme, but only that which You feel is important on a grand scale.  Things that made a real difference in the course of our history.  You can go back as far as WWI, because I don’t recall any epic poems being written about that subject, though perhaps I’m wrong, and I just missed it (If I have, please feel free to bring it to my attention).  Pick a subject, do some research, and create a moving and evocative tale in epic poem style.  It should Rhyme or be alliterative, at least.

I will take up my own challenge and work on one too.  There’s no real time limit on this, but wouldn’t it be nice if we saw some New epic poetry soon?  Perhaps within the year?

 

Thank you to NASA for the photo of the Apollo 11 launch watchers in “The Commons”, via Flickr

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I have been reading

a variety of verses

called poetry.

There are many different forms,

and many different views

on what are called

poems.

 

Some are light and airy.

Some are heavy;

pulling

you

down.

 

Some are visceral,

gritty imaginings

of someone’s real,

and sometimes

unreal,

themes.

 

We are voyeurs of creation

peeking into an abyss

of dark and light

swirled onto paper

for a show.

 

Do we dare to object?

or imagine that we know

better than another

what is real?

or good?

or evil?

 

Yes.

for we are each

Creators;

borrowing from what is already,

and creating anew

another field,

another place,

another existence.

 

 

 

My Thanks to edalaneyphotography for the image of” Evil Spider” via Flickr

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A Quadruple Combination of the (scriptures) of – contains the Bible, Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants and Pearl of Great Price, all bound together. Ricardo630 07:45, 15 April 2006 (UTC) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Latter-day Saints believe in the resurrected Jesus Christ, as depicted in the Christus Statue in the North Visitors’ Center on Temple Square in Salt Lake City (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am moving to a new area.  I have never lived there before, and I don’t have any relatives, or boyfriends, or even acquaintances there to cushion the move.  I don’t have a job waiting for me, and I  don’t have a load of income to back me up, though I do have some very good people Here who are helping to finance this move.  My daughter and I are moving there in her last year of High School to establish residency in the state that we have chosen for her to go to University in.   We are moving on faith.  We believe this is the right move for both of us to make at this time.  We are both excited about this new beginning.  Though the way forward is not clear, yet we feel good about it.  Feeling your way in the dark can be exciting.

 

The one thing I do have in the new area that is the same, is a Church that is the same denomination as the one I am leaving here.  The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  Even though where I am moving to is a Very small town, there is a Church there.  The members on both ends of this move have already been really helpful to me.  They have helped load, and unload a twenty foot truck for me already.  I have some more moving to do, a couple of trailers worth, I believe, and some of the same friends on this end who will be helping me to load it, and unload it.  It would be horribly remiss of me to take any 0f these people for granted.  They are extraordinary.  I pray that that Good Being who set us here on this path of exploration will bless all of them in their journey, and prosper them, and help them realize their dreams.

I hope that the new course I am traveling will prove fertile.  I am changing directions; making a radical shift in my thinking, but in reality, I am also revisiting my oldest and best talents.   I so hope that the richness of experience I bring to those talents will blossom in the medium and grow beautiful creations.

Lately, I have been writing, but I am also going back to painting, and other creative, and I hope useful occupations.  I am tired, now, of attempting to contribute something useful to the world in the way of analytical and practical and meaningful only to have those efforts tossed back in my face as dross because they didn’t  fit with someone else’s agenda of power seeking and personal ego gratification.  Whether that fight is worth fighting, I will leave to others who are probably more suited to the mental maneuvering necessary to politics, and bureaucracy.  Perhaps, in my need to not get put in a box, I have only removed myself from doing those things that truly let me get out of the box.

Wish me luck, and perhaps, even if undeserved, blessings on this new leg of my journey.

 

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I’ve been missing in action for a couple of weeks now, and Totally neglecting my Blogs. Sorry readers.
My explanation for this is fairly straightforward;
I’m in the midst of moving from one house to another, which activity I haven’t indulged in for over ten years now,
and there is so much stuff…..
Moving
Oh, if only
I could put it all
on a moving walkway
and let it ride all the way
to it’s destination….
(Thank you Wikipedia for the photo)
Of course, in my usual pack-rat manner, I have a hard time getting rid of any of it, but I’m trying to weed out some things;
I will have to, as the house I’m moving into is smaller than the one I am leaving.
I am so glad that I have some time to do the sorting and re-packing
(some of my things have been packed for years, because of remodeling).
I can’t even remember what I have any more, it’s been so long since I’ve seen some things.
As for my blogs…
I was for a little while focusing on poetry, as I have had some experimental pieces written elsewhere and was transferring them to the now specified Poetry blog site.  It was an appropriate time to do so, as it was April, and National Poetry month.
Frankly, when I started it, I didn’t know it was Poetry month, and I didn’t have a goal of doing one poem a day, or anything like that, though some may have thought so, as there were lots of little poems being placed within it. They mostly were and are some experimental Haikus.
I hope someday to have at least some of them reach that exalted status of satisfying my desire to blend the short form with a truly inspired bit of imagery.  I don’t know that I have achieved that, but some people have liked some of the pieces, so it would seem that I have at least achieved some small measure of satisfaction with them.  Pleasing people is at least one of my goals, though the first one is to please myself by expanding my range and practice of writing.  To be More of a writer than what is embodied as a technical writer.
Someone asked me who my favorite poet was.  I answered somewhat flippantly with a quick Haiku:
Off the Top of my Head

There are so many

Longfellow and Elizabeth

B. Browning (of course)

 

but that isn’t necessarily right, as there are others I have liked just as well, some who are not so well known, and some who are.  It is impossible for me to have a very favorite, or a Most favorite, as it depends entirely on the mood I’m in when I read them, and that changes almost with the weather.

I wish you all a good week, and will see you again soon, but not very soon.

Sincerely,

E Maria…..

 

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Dear Daughters,

I Love you.  Each and every one of you.  Angela, Lacy, Bethany, Emily, and Naomi.  I love the beautiful people you are.  I love that you are, that you exist, that you feel and breathe and love yourselves.  Do Love yourself.  You are worth it. You are worth everything.  There is nobody like you, and the you that you are is more important than you can know.  I need you.

That probably sounds ridiculous, but it’s true.  How could I need you?  by the fact of your birth being the single most important driving force imaginable to me.  Oh sure, I loved horses, and fairy tales, and adventure, but more than these, more than anything else, Ever, I love my daughters.  I loved them before they were ever born.  I love them still.  I love you.

I hope, if you are ever in any doubt, that you will remember the times I held you, the times I rocked you, the times I sang to you. I wasn’t just singing to any child.  I was singing to you personally.   At that time, at that place, at that moment you were the single most important part of my life.  You still are.

Whatever I do in this life, where ever I go, I take you with me in my heart.  You mean everything to me.  Whether we get along or not.  I love you.  I want the best for you, and if you ever feel like it, I hope you know that you can always come home.  You are welcome here, anytime.  I may not have the best circumstances available, but whatever my circumstances are, they will be better with you here, than not.  You are precious to me.

Please, believe me.  You are loved, you are needed, you are important.  There is work for you to do in this life that is worthy of your talents.  Come home, anytime you feel like it.

Love,

Your Mother

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Luciffer versus The Lord (Madach) Slovenčina: Lucifer proti Pánovi (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When once I glanced upon a star aglow in all it’s glory,

I chanced to wonder just how far its light had traveled nearly.

And does it have a limit to how long its glow will tarry?

Or can it burn forever bright as far as light will carry?

If once it shudders and collapses is it because it’s weary?

Or can a star, rebellious, find past limits cost most dearly?

What is a black hole made of? Is it matter, anti-matter?

Or is a star intelligent, or mad as the Mad Hatter?

Once collapsed but previously, a star, so shining brightly.

Was it once an added upon of souls that traveled rightly?

Can I but dwell in righteousness, will I journey so directly?

Or maybe stop one step away, dwell first as planet, earthy.

When star was sun, did it by chance deny its truest maker?

And as result, get cast away, a swirl of Outer Darkness?

Did it refuse to operate as light source for creation?

Or was there something else that stopped its brilliant conflagration?

Did it swell with pride, its limit reach, strained to go much further,

and thus, collapse into itself, from reaching too much over.

Like Lucifer who shone so bright, and fostered insurrection,

did it try to take on too much power and end its sussuration?

 

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I wrote a rant a while back when a gallon of milk that I brought home didn’t taste like the usual 5% butter fat “Whole Milk” that I was used to.  It tasted more like the 2% milk, only a little richer.  I noticed then, that none of the milk jugs I had purchased recently had the fat values on the labels anymore.  What’s up with that, anyway?

Which brings me to this new piece of information.  I was in a store last week talking to the guy who stocked the milk.  I mentioned to him that I had noticed that sometimes the milk didn’t taste like whole milk anymore.  He told me that was because the fat value for whole milk isn’t 5% anymore.  It’s been changed to 3% now.  He said he didn’t think the cows were making the milk as fat anymore.  I was aghast, not just for the fact that my Milk is being systematically reduced in value, but also because this national anti-fat push is actually harmful.

We need our milk fat.  It’s part of our balanced natural fat source diet.  When we don’t balance our fats,  when we limit our fat intake to only one type, and little enough of that as well, we are actually doing more damage to ourselves than people who eat bacon fat in everything.  Fats are necessary for a whole life well being.  Your body is designed to use fats as part of it’s overall system, and the glands appreciate the type of slow, even release of energy that the body’s conversion of fat to sugar provides.

Fats are what helps you be happy.  Literally!  Without fats, your metabolism is entirely dependent on immediately available sources of energy and vitamins and minerals.  We would have to be snacking all day long on mixed salads to give our body what it needed to operate properly, if we remove the fat content from our diets.  Without a Balance of the two types of fat, your arteries get clogged and damaged. You need both types to counter each other.  Natural sources of fat are the best type.

Milk fat isn’t harmful. It’s helpful.   Put the butter-fat back in the Milk!  5% was low enough!

 

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The Journal of Medical Ethics recently accepted an article for publication from two people, Alberto Giubilini and Francesca Minerva, who label themselves as “bio-ethicists“.  The paper that was accepted for publication in late February of 2012, declared that, “When circumstances occur after birth such that they would have justified abortion, what we call after-birth abortion should be permissible.”  Funny, the last time I looked “Bio” meant “Life”, and “Ethics” meant activities which were “Good”.  When did taking the life of a living human being become “good”?  Even taking the life of a serial killer isn’t “good”. It may be necessary to protect the lives of others, but it isn’t “good”

The publication of this paper in the Journal of Medical Ethics was reported in the Washington Times on Monday, March 12, of 2012, by Rep. Christopher H. Smith ,  who declared the rationale to be false and the activity to be nothing short of  murder.  I have to agree with him, as should any respecter of life.  The minute you accept the reasoning behind this paper, is the minute you declare Yourself to be not worth keeping alive.

If the right to life is not accepted as a standard that is extended to all live human beings, across the board, then there is no right to life at all. This is not a rationale that indicates a civilized society, nor one of love for one’s fellow human beings, nor one which should make Anyone, in Any group of people feel comfortable in their “right” to existence and respect from other human beings.  This rationale can be extended to anyone at any time for what ever “reason” they want to tack on to it, in order to “justify” killing people.

What I find equally disturbing to the premise that a baby can be considered not worth keeping alive, is that the so called, “Journal of Medical Ethics” accepted this paper for publication.  The Journal of Medical Ethics does not have to accept a paper for publication if they don’t agree that the reasoning is sound.  They did accept the paper for publication; therefore, ipso facto, they agreed that the reasoning behind this paper was “sound.”  What does this say about who we look to for declaring good medical practices?

Then, there is the amazing coincidence that these two “bio-ethicists” are apparently of Italian heritage, and this article smacks of the similar things that were declared in Italy prior to WWII.  Did they dig up the old papers and just re-hash those declarations?  or did they just come up with these insideous ideas all by themselves.  How is it that we have forgotten so soon the atrocities and the lessons of that war?   It hasn’t been that long people!  Where are your hearts?  Where are your heads?  Where is your compassion, and love of living?  Or are those things only reserved for those who write medical papers and publish them?  How sad that we earth bound have come so low, yet again; and now this insideous justification shows up Here, on Our shores, in Our publications, in Our philosophy.  Shame on us.

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