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Sometimes I have something specific that  I want to say, but when I look at the blank sheet in front of me, my mind gets just as wiped clean.  Nothing comes to the surface of my thoughts.  All the important, fun stuff I was going  to say remains buried in the murky depths of the thought scape.

Today, I thought I would try to reverse the process.  I begin with no particular thought in mind.  I write with no fixed destination.  The hope is, that the view will become interesting, that an intriguing scene will spring into being suddenly blooming into a fertile vista that will stretch to the horizon, dragging my eager fingers with it on the keyboard.

It’s been raining for a couple of days reminding me of the children’s tale, “The Cat In The Hat.”  I wonder if Dr. Seuss began his story as a result of being cooped up with his pets by rain.   Perhaps he consoled himself with this tale after having to clean up after dogs and children that needed to go outside occasionally, and also needed to be let back in, mud and all.

We are forecast to have more storms moving in from the west.  It is snowing out there.  Will it get colder here?  Will the water stay on the ground, instead of running off into the already full creek?  I’m reminded of Queensland’s recent inundation.  500,000 cattle were drowned in the flooding.  along with everything else that couldn’t make it out of the area in time.  I don’t anticipate there being that much water here, but them again, Queensland didn’t anticipate that much water either.

We take for granted that we will have time to do things in the future. A future that isn’t guaranteed to happen, and if it does happen, not necessarily in the way we were planning. I have children I was planning on spending more time with, and Grandchildren I wanted to get to know. We don’t always get what we want.

If I had the time to do the things I wanted to do, one of the things would be to build interesting things with them.  To discover their passions, and help them realize even more capabilities.  I’d like to engage with them in creative things they never thought of doing.  To watch them find delight in the work of their hands, and satisfaction in completing a task and watching the results.

I’d like to garden with them, build homes with them, paint with them, and watch their joy.  I’d  teach them to throw pots, make bricks, and make useful, sometimes beautiful items to enrich their lives, and the lives of others. I’d build kilns with them, glaze pots, and fire them into glorious life.  I’d teach them about printing presses, typeset, and telling stories in both pictures and font. Maybe some of these things will get to happen. Maybe this rain won’t destroy the possibilities.  Maybe this rain will inspire me, and them, instead.

If we have time together, I want to hear about what they love, and what they hope to be able to pursue in the future.  I hope that their current experiences don’t lead them to anger, resentment, and destruction.  There is enough of that already in our world.  We are drowning in the results of piled on finger pointing.

We’ve been very carefully taught to play the blame game through our social and educational settings. This attitude is destroying our better creative urges. You can’t make wonderful things while you are engaged in the radical overthrow of everything around you. The two activities don’t compliment each other. I hope we have time to talk about these things. I hope we can re-direct all this pent-up energy back into constructive dialogue, and increased understanding.

We do need a radical overhaul, not necessarily of the physical reality, but mostly of our collective thinking. We need a radical change of heart; a national repentance from where we’ve been, and what we’ve been engaged in.  We all got too comfortable and dis-engaged from duties and responsibilities. We allowed those to fall to others while we pursued petty vanities.

We worked to keep up with the Jones’s and Kardashian’s instead of staying involved in civic planning.  We let people frighten us into giving up not only our freedoms, but also the best of our independence.  We gave up our personal livestock and gardens. We allowed others to dictate what the definition of poverty was.

Instead of a plethora of skills and abilities, which comes with farming and animal husbandry, we fell for the images of wealth, ease, and affluence displayed by those who used the work of our hands to get that.  Our gardens, chickens, pigs and cows were not what held us back. Those are the very things which kept us from positions of begging, of want, and of servitude.

Eventually, we allowed our leadership to trade off our manufacturing jobs, albeit we didn’t understand that was what would happen. We believed the leadership had our best interests at heart.  We weren’t paying attention to history, to what had just happened to others who did the same things, even within our own lifetimes. We allowed ourselves to be distracted by easy entertainment, and rah, rah, chants for teams that played games.  We were lulled by the soothing  sound of “people don’t think that way” and “nobody would do that”, even though we have seen many places where they most certainly Did do that.

If we are fortunate. we will get those jobs back.  If we are dutiful, we can take back control of our civic zoning laws. We can kick out those who wish to frighten us with their tales of health risks, and get back the real health that comes with home grown garden vegetables and clean fertilizer from our own farm animals. Our own chickens will go back to being our natural pesticide squad, and our own cow’s raw milk will be the source of our strength.  Our livestock will once again be the source of our butter and egg money.  Our earned extra.  Our surplus that we use to save and trade for those things we don’t grow or make ourselves.

If we are given the time, if the Good Lord is willing, and the creeks don’t rise, we will rebuild that which was lost. We will improve on what went on before by being more cooperative with each other. We can learn to diversify the works of our hands, while specializing in those things we have a knack for.

Imagine a block of homes, where the open areas are gardened and farmed in a collective effort. Where we put the land under our feet to good use for our health, instead of poisoning it into only growing skinny, short grasses.

Imagine learning to grow edible flower gardens as once was done; where we remember that Passion flowers make good fruit and jelly, and aren’t for just looking at.  The knowledge of these things hasn’t yet been destroyed. It is in our libraries and on the internet. Some of it resides in the memories of our Grandparents, who actually used to do some of the things we’ve lost, or who watched their Grandparents do the things we only see in pictures now.  Our elderly may not have the physical strength they once had, but they have the memories we can learn from. They are a valuable resource, if we will only remember to honor them and allow them to instruct us in a few things once more.

If we can learn to merge the use of the new things, with the activities of the old things, we will be twice as rich, twice as capable, twice as safe, and twice as secure.  We will have the advantages of new creations, with the security of the old skills. We can engage in new pursuits while keeping the ability to do for ourselves, and provide for our own security.  Independence requires work. Work provides dignity and self-respect.  Self-respect is a component of happiness.  The pursuit of happiness isn’t found in too much ease; it’s found while engaged in worthwhile labor.

I hope I live to see my children and grandchildren able to implement these activities. I hope they will have the opportunity to build a better world, a more cooperative world, a more diverse in activities world, a healthier world. We had a world like that once. it was depicted in the 70’s T.V. show “The Waltons.” I hope my Grandchildren live to build it again, and improve on it.

 

Reading through the comment sections of random social posting platforms is so enlightening.  It’s a revelatory process of socio/cultural evolution. Today I saw a post with two headlines from articles which revealed the insidious link between racism and depression, and one that pointed out the weird connection between smiling and racism.  Neither of them were particularly scientific, yet both proclaimed that the theories propounded in them worked. Smiling was supposed to reduce the feeling that racism might be present.  Racism or the perception of racism was a contributing factor to depression in the other one.

Since the headlines were juxtaposed to each other, following on the heels of the most recent excitation of assumed racism fueled rants; one might have got the idea that smiles were to blame for someone feeling assaulted by a racist.  If anyone can put up headlines about racism juxtaposed to any random facial expression, and have a whole slew of other random people jump on it as though it were a heinous assault, true or not, does this mean we all have to have no facial expression in order to make certain we are not offending someone?

When I was a little girl there were some racially connected sayings about people from the orient.. or Far East Asia, or China to be precise.  One of the sayings that caught my attention way back them was “the inscrutable oriental”.   As a little girl, I had to ask what inscrutable meant.  My Dad said it meant that people couldn’t figure them out. I think I took that statement as almost a challenge. As I grew up, I explored a little the art and handiwork of China, what ever came into my hands..  I saw each piece as a possible clue.

Much of the time I was only looking at American manufacturing processes transplanted to Asian soil and then the merchandise shipped back to us.  The earliest pieces were from Taiwan.  Later, I would also have the opportunity to observe pieces made in mainland China.  I became fascinated with Chinese movies (with English sub titles), and when I attended college, when required to take a language, I took Chinese.  I also ended up taking a course in Chinese Geography, which was fascinating but also incredibly intense because it covered so much time and territory in a single semester.

In the end, I finally decided that the reason that western people had such a hard time figuring out the Chinese wasn’t so much that their culture was different; after all, one can learn the different aspects of societal norms.  I eventually came to the conclusion that the most likely reason behind not being able to figure them out was because the people had been trained by centuries of oppression in not giving anything away in their expressions.

If this labeling everything as racist continues in this country, and people keep getting assaulted by hundreds of random strangers because someone somewhere labeled a picture of a facial expression as racist, then we too may become stone-faced and neutral in every interaction. We could become a whole new land full of inscrutable people.

 

 

 

 

Recently I accidentally posted a political video to an acquaintance in China. I was excitedly sending something that mattered to me to everyone on my list… and unfortunately, that list included this classmate who was from China.  She deleted me from her list of contacts.

I don’t blame her, or find anything to be offended about in this action.  I shouldn’t have sent the post to her.  It was harmful to her social credit score.  In her country, I would be blacklisted already for having unpopular political beliefs.

This begs the question of just what is a social credit score? The Chinese have instituted an official Social Credit system.  What does that mean?  How does a Social Credit system work?  Or more precisely, how does the Chinese Social Credit system work? To answer these questions fully, you first have to understand how much technology has taken over their lives, and in understanding this, realize how it can take over ours too.

The first part of this technology takeover came through something like Facebook; people posting about their lives to their friends and family, and the personality profile quizzes that are oh so cleverly sent through it with all these little news feeds. “You’re a genius…”  if you know these facts, and do your friends really know you?  What movies do you like?  What music do you like? What restaurants do you go to?  What commercials have you seen? The answers to these quizzes not only build a psychological profile of who you are, but also answer all the personal questions that you might use for your security questions to reset your passwords. You do not know who has access to these things.  It turns out, that there are government agencies which have access to them.  It goes into your personal control file.

Building this up further, there’s the tracking of your purchases through the credit system.  That convenience of just asking for your list of purchases from your Credit card company to help you file your taxes comes with a steep price.  The credit card company transaction services, which are separate companies, can report to more than one master, or really, the Main master. They make money with no risk at all, and the employees make nice salaries. The reports of what is purchased and who is purchasing it go to many places.  Your personal life style is known, whether you want it known or not. We’ve all seen this show up in the form of ads that get sent to our phones and computers. This is also part of the decision making on how much you get charged interest for credit, or if you get credit at all.

Another piece of this technology takeover are the cameras.  Cameras in your phones, cameras in your computers, cameras at the traffic lights, security cameras on buildings, and in buildings, cameras in the parks, cameras at resorts, cameras outside of entertainment facilities, cameras at political events, and cameras in the schools. All of these cameras recording every mover you make, and every interaction between you and another human. Does this information ever help you? Maybe sometimes, for proof in court cases, when it suits the government to let you use it.  If it doesn’t suit the government, they simply tell you that the cameras were turned off in that area at that time.

The latest piece of this technology takeover is the facial recognition software which knows who you are when it’s recording you.  And the newest software which purports to know when you are lying (if you aren’t a pathological liar). Let’s not forget the audio files.  They can record you wherever you are, and whatever you’re doing, if you are dragging your phone around with you, because those things can be turned on remotely by anyone with the knowledge of how to hack your wireless phone. Just think about it…. This technology knows when you are going to the bathroom, how often you go to the bathroom, and how long it takes to do it.   Now you combine this software into an AI system and it would figure out when you were a pathological liar, because it would be able to note when your actions did not match your words.

So, the technology exists to act as an individual life spy system. Someone got the bright idea (maybe as a result of studying the financial credit score, or people’s behavior when they get a Prius and try to maximize their gas mileage by adhering to the indicators of the most efficiency meters in their dash board) that if they assign values to everything we do, we could delineate the best kind of people and the worst kind of people (according to the desirability of a government).  We could tell people what their score was, and what kind of things result in a good score, and what kind of things result in a lowered score, and encourage people to behave in a more socially acceptable way.  “So what? What’s wrong with that?” you might ask.

In the first place, it’s a total invasion of individual privacy. Secondly, who gets to decide what is acceptable and what isn’t? Third, it would be one thing if the social credit score could flex and adjust to life changes, so at one time you might have a lower score, but later on you could build it back up to an acceptable level again; however, the Chinese have resorted to assigning some people to permanent black list status. No matter what you do, you will always be restricted.

That’s right. If you have a low score, the government decides that you have restrictions placed on you. In China, if your score drops too low, you can’t book a ride on a high-speed train, or travel to certain areas, or outside of your assigned area, or buy certain products, or live in certain places, or have access to some of the events going on… and the list of what can be allowed or restricted goes on and on. If you have landed on the wrong side of social acceptance, you get put on a black list. Once there, you can’t get off of it.

This method of social scoring will result in a new permanent underclass. Those on the blacklist will become, in all practicality, a slave society.   Those who naturally  behave in a manner which keeps their scores high, will move up, and even gain power.  This may not even be the same people that the traditional Han Chinese society believe should be in positions of power.  If this happens, it will present another challenge to the social structure.

Those who have a good enough score and are not always inclined to always doing what is socially acceptable; who want something that would lower their score, but don’t want to hurt their score, will simply ask (outside of range of their electronics) those who are already on the blacklist to procure it for them.  In this manner, they still get to do what it was they wanted to do, but it won’t show up in their social credit system.  It will create a bigger black market and more corruption, not less.

Last, but not least, some people who are doing well, but whom other members of society do not approve of having in charge of them, may even be forced into positions which would cause them to take a hit in their social scores.  Eventually, the corruption and the increased unhappiness resulting from this artificially imposed interference in the social structure will be the cause of a new revolution, instead of preventing it.

 

Ellen M Story, Ellen M. Lattz at emariaenterprises, llc. May 2018.

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Is the Revolution over yet?

Tell Me When It’s Safe to Go Out Again

 

Hi Emily.  Happy belated birthday wishes to you. Yes, I know this is two days after your birthday…..  I didn’t forget it….. I just have other issues. Sorry.  I know, I’m a terrible Mother.

The first issue is that although I have your birthday stuff in my car, and the kids Easter stuff as well, and the boxes to pack them into, and the tape to seal them with, I haven’t had the money for the postage….  I would have had, but it keeps getting sucked out in over charge fees at the bank….  I don’t know why Naomi and I can’t coordinate this better…  It might be because there is so little actual communication between us, or it could be because I’m the only one with a job….Oh well….sigh……second month in a row.

The second issue was that my phone was dead on Wednesday, and I plugged it into the car to get it some charged up before I went to school, but it wasn’t charged enough by the time I got there, so I put my keys back into the ignition and turned the car on while I sat for a while…..  then, because it was still early Your time, I gathered my stuff together, and went to class…. (did you guess yet that I left the keys in the ignition? because I didn’t until I got back out there later that afternoon).

The third issue was school, and having a paper due, and getting my stuff together for the final critique in printmaking next week (I finished my body sized print today).

The fourth issue was getting to work on time (which I didn’t because my keys were locked in the car, (and calling the insurance company’s road side assistance used up the rest of my phone charge, again). So, though I had the time then to call you, I didn’t have the phone charge (again).

Then I got to work (finally, after getting back into the car, and getting it jumped, because the key was not only In the ignition, but also turned to On).  I did remember that it was your birthday, but I was at work, and I had a dead phone…. When I got off work after midnight… It was late, and my phone was still dead.  I got home and plugged it in… and fell asleep waiting for it to charge up again….

So.. then I was into the next day already.  I hope you had a great birthday anyway, and survived your night out. 😉

So, because I’m a terrible Mother, I’m going to write a “Make-up for being a shitty Mother” poem Just for you.  It won’t be for my Creative writing class, for which I need another two poems by tomorrow; he will get two Other poems for that workshop.  This one will be Just Yours. You can see it in the other blog TheMusicOfPoetry.wordpress.com.  Love you much

Mom

 

I am in my last Semester of the BFA program I embarked on back in 2014. Some of my Art work will be displayed in the Hite Art Institute’s galleries Beginning on April 5th, and running through the 20th of the month. As is the case with most students in their last year, I’m quite ready to leave this space of learning and explore doing things on my own now. I have had some excellent instructors here, and I would like to give credit where it is due.

My Printmaking instructor, Rachel Singel, had faith in me with very short notice for the creation of a Body of Work for the BFA review. Kudo’s to her.

In order to complete the program here, I was also required to add some more classes in English and humanities and science.  I’ve loved them all. Some of them got less of my attention than they deserved simply because I didn’t have the time, or the presence of mind in some cases, to give it to them while I was in them.  Some of these subjects will get revisited again after I am out on my own.  I hope I will find some time to expand on what was begun. Kudo’s to the Professors who patiently led us through what were very deep subjects, with well  prepared lesson plans and a strong background in them.  Thank you for your dedication.

In the end, I finally took a creative writing course. I don’t know why I hadn’t had one of these before, but I’m loving it.  Maybe it’s good that it has come last. It frees me for exploration in ways that I might not have had if I had crammed it into the middle of everything else. Kudo’s to this instructor too.

Ian Stansel is very patient with all of us; and I give much credit to his prodding and encouragement.  His suggestions for improvement, and his pointing out of deficiencies prompt another look at what, in my self-satisfaction, I miss.  The obviousness of missing information, which, when I was a technical writer, I was all too aware of, and watched out for, because the end user Needs All the steps (it is Not intuitive) jumps out at him, but not so much at me, because I have all the references to it in my head.  I will expand on the subjects to make them clearer. I will remember that the reader is not the writer, and needs more of the background for the subject.

Thank you all for giving me a stronger preparation for launching myself into the world. Thank you for your assistance in becoming a stronger individual.

 

Ellen M Story , Ellen M. Lattz at emariaenterprises, llc. May 2016.

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That state of mind which demands that things be the way we believe they should be, regardless of the feelings or circumstances of others.  Two year olds are idealists.  When they don’t get their way, they throw temper tantrums.  When a mature adult sees this, they understand that what they are witnessing is an immature mindset, lacking understanding of what is good for it, what is possible, and even more, the proper way to convince someone that what you want is what should be provided.

The current leader of our country has been accused of being a big baby, as though it were he who was throwing temper tantrums. While his style of speech may be bombastic, it is hardly taking place in the realm of temper tantrum.  Theodore Roosevelt was also known for being bombastic, yet I’ve seen no disparaging remarks about him or his Presidency in comparison to this President.

On the other hand, I’ve seen lots of images and videos of full grown persons having screaming fits in public since this election occurred. It’s as though they had never in their lives experienced being told no, you can’t always get what you want, no matter how much you think you should have it.  Of course, they had been being promised that what they thought they wanted was guaranteed to happen.

Perhaps it’s a little bit understandable under those circumstances, but still, it’s been a whole year, and people are still behaving as though they never learned how to take turns.  Remember that nice book, “All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten? It’s like that. There are other priorities that have taken precedence at the moment.  Wait a bit, watch what happens and if things don’t get better, then it will be your turn.

On the other hand, if things do get better, maybe it’s not as bad as you were told it was going to be. Perhaps the people in charge aren’t heinous atrocities. Perhaps they are actually real human beings with a different sense of style. Perhaps we should stop passing judgement before they’ve done anything to have judgement passed on them for. I think that attitude is called prejudice.  Perhaps you’ve heard of it?

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Hooray! It’s spring again!  The lovely flowering trees dot the landscape, brightening the days as much as the additional sunshine does.  We bask in the glorious new colors, budding leaves, and the vibrancy of renewed life bursting onto the scene.  Everyday a new surprise as urgent new life unfolds overnight.  Sure, there are the inevitable pollen issues, as our eyes water, and our noses run, but heck, all those beautiful flowers are more than worth it.  When we can see through our swollen eyelids, they’re gorgeous. Plus, let’s not forget, those flowers on those fruit trees mean fruit! Right?

Oh.  Maybe not.  After all, most of those fruit trees in everyone’s front yards are all about the flowers, and don’t actually produce fruit. How sad is that? We get the watery eyes, and runny noses, but no satisfaction of the fruit itself.

I have a proposition for you.  What if everyone who has a flowering fruit tree that doesn’t produce fruit chop it down right after the flowering is over, and cut it up for barbecue smoking wood.  Fruitwood smoked barbecue is delicious! Then, replace the non-fruiting tree with two fruiting trees.  A pair of your favorite type of fruit, or your second favorite type, depending on your yard conditions.  After all, you shouldn’t put cherry trees into places that are mostly wet, because they don’t like getting their feet wet (apple trees love wet yards).  Most fruit trees need a pollinator to give you the fruit you like (plums, pears, apples); unless it’s a self-pollinator.  You can check with a nursery about what types they have in stock, and whether the one’s you want need a partner or not.

I purchased a self-pollinating apricot tree, and a purple fig tree this year.  I have some confidence that both of them can survive this Ohio valley climate, because I saw a full grown fig tree surviving in the mountains of West Virginia a couple of years ago. I just want to plant them somewhere that is a little protected with good southern sun exposure.

I need to find a partner tree for my apple tree that I planted last year.  I bought a scraggly looking apple tree on clearance last year, because I felt sorry for it.  Half of it’s root ball was completely exposed and it was suffering.  I planted it last fall and it survived the winter. It’s putting out new leaves this spring. Yeah!  Now I need to go find it a partner.  It would be joyous to see it producing fruit.

There are a lot of what look like fruit trees in the neighborhood.  They produce lots of flowers in the spring, but I’ve been here for a couple of years now, and they don’t produce any fruit.  I’m going to cut down the non-fruiting trees that are in my property area, and replace them with real fruit trees.  Even if I don’t do the whole farming-pruning-fumigation thing to keep the worms out of the developing fruit, at least they’ll produce fruit for the birds and squirrels, and the bees.

Did you know that bees can use the rotting fruit on the ground to feed on?  Those overripe fruits are producing sugars that the bees can use to make more honey.  Since our yards have so frequently stopped producing fruit, the bees have lost a source of late season sustenance.  Putting real fruit trees back into our yards would add valuable resources to help save our bees. And taking the non-fruiting wood to use for barbecue…  delicious!  I’m going to enjoy that fruit wood smoked flavor this fall.

Of the candidates currently running, Gary Johnson reminds me the most, of Charlie Brown.  He’s a good guy.  I know, that’s hard to fathom in this day and age, but they do still exist occasionally.  What’s more important at the moment, is that Gary Johnson is a valid political candidate running for President, and his presence in the polls is on the rise.  He’s the Libertarian party candidate, which means he believes in smaller government, fewer regulations and restrictions on business, or in your personal lives, and a more autonomous citizenry.  Under this type of government, creativity and invention flourish. Businesses are started, and grow. Work becomes available for more people, and productivity increases. People are happier, because they have the freedom to indulge themselves in speculative efforts; which sometimes pay off quite well.

Now, I know that we have two, very powerful, candidates running under different party banners.  It might seem impossible to dream of having such a good guy candidate actually win, but there is a scenario in which it might happen.  If the other two candidates cancel each others’s electoral college votes out, somewhat, so that neither of them have enough, if Gary can win a state, and pull just enough votes to keep either of them from winning flat out, then the decision goes to the Hill.  It would be something like what happened when Nixon Resigned, and his Vice President was already impeached.  Our congressmen and women made the decision who would be the President until the elections happened.  That’s how Gerald Ford became President after Nixon.  So Maybe, the congress wouldn’t like either of the two powerful candidates enough and would choose Gary.

Maybe that’s what his campaign rallying cry should be. Choose Gary.

 

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I have five beautiful daughters.  Each is their own type of beautiful; no two really alike, though there are similarities among them.  None of them realize just how much they mean to me, individually, or collectively. All of them are strong women, each handling difficult situations in their own way, and facing challenges and obstacles with determination and perseverance. The learning curves are steep for all of them, as the examples they had to model themselves on weren’t very good (Yes, I’m talking about myself and their fathers). Though each had their own advantages as well, whether they recognize them, or not.

I had my own challenges and obstacles to overcome. I’m still dealing with the fall out from a chaotic child hood, where, yes, sometimes bad things happened, but there was good in it, as well.  The tough part is sorting out the chaff from the grain.  Unfortunately, my daughters were born in the middle of that sorting process. After many years, I finally learned to let go of anger at my parents for not being perfect, but not before my daughters were already grown.  I realized, at long last, that each of my parents did as well as they were able, with what they understood.  Sometimes that grieves me, but I accept that they are who they are.  I hope, that someday my daughters can do the same for me.

Our individual levels of what we understand to be good, vary widely.  The material we are made of, how we respond to our various stimuli, sets the boundaries that we work within, with the gifts  we are given upon entrance to this world, and the experiences we collect traveling through it. I hope I live up to my best potential; although, sometimes I fear that sloth will be the finish of my dreams.  Or maybe it’s my frequent low energy levels that keep me from accomplishing my goals, though I doubt it.

Some of my goals don’t require a lot of energy, they just need me to get started on them.  Once I begin a painting, there is usually no problem finishing it.  I just have trouble getting started on stretching a new canvas, and applying the first dab of paint to it. Being in school again, helps me with some of that.  Where there is a requirement, I tend to follow through.  I just need to get myself to believe I have a requirement to get my own ideas onto canvas, or translated into real pieces, so all those things I want to show my daughters, and the world, will exist in a dimensional reality, and not just in my head.

I hope that my daughters find it easier to get started on their dreams, and aren’t afraid to find out how they’ll turn out.  I hope each of my daughters have their own dreams, and hopes.  Ultimately, I dream we will all get to know each other better, and be able to appreciate the grace that is in each other.

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Thanks to The “Three Graces” rock formation at the Garden of the Gods park in Colorado SpringsColo.trekearth.com, and the image of The Pleiades, from bing images.

Other Sites:

The Music of Poetry

Defining Values for Politics

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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For Ellen and Aletia

Life is full of collisions

Always faced with decisions

Which choice is the best to make

where will it lead if this road I take

So we choose

and sometimes lose

but I maintain

we cannot be certain

that if we chose the other

the result would have been better

For Maggie, who chose …

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This Haiku was for Maggie, who was having  a bad day.

Released To Grow

Growing into strength

I’m holding my head so high

I believe I am

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I’ve been practicing poetic forms in another forum, and I’ve created not a few Haiku’s while there. Some of them are pretty good, and some of them are simple, and some of them are both.  I’ll leave it up to you to decide which ones are worth reading, but I’m going to include a few of them here together.

So as to not get the titles confused with the actual form,  the Titles of each are in bold italics.  I hope you enjoy the reading.

These next few are dedicated to Maggie, who’s thoughts were the inspiration for them.

 

Lighter Than

Inspiring sun light

Wakes me with it’s gentle rays

Sends me warmed, to bed

 

Sum Total

Life experience

and a long journey, equals

a wealth of knowledge

 

Present Treasure

A new Horizon

Provides a Welcome Vista

To my Memories

 

Soul Balm

All the memories

The days of splendid beauty

Bring blessed relief.

 

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