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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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Hillary Clinton’s Health

Why Donald Trump is Smarter than Joe Scarborough

New Wikileaks news about election interference

Fixing the Medicaid Nightmare

 

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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 sure I’m not the only one who gets frustrated with technology.  Yes, it’s wonderful, what it can do for us, but it’s also endlessly complicating.  The old joke about not being able to program the VCR, is now multiplied a hundredfold, with each new piece of digital equipment; even with each new version of an old program. The old, non-programmable electronics were more than enough to have to learn all the bits and pieces of.  Each one unique.  Each one functional.

This digital age, with so many programmable, and re-programmable artifacts, is astounding in it’s endless variety.  It is also endlessly frustrating in the many ways to do the programming, the editing, the setting up, and the searching for, Wrong.

Maybe some of you never have this problem.  You instinctively know how to stroke the keys/touch screen for each new application.  After all, it’s intuitive!   Or not.   Hmmmm…perhaps, this instinct mostly applies to programmers….  or millennials  😉

Like learning English, if you grow up with it, it seems to come naturally, but if you are learning it after the fact, say, as a second language….  it’s complicated.  I frequently end up doing things the same ‘old’ way, simply because I don’t understand the function of the new bits and pieces; how they are applied, or where they need to be used. There aren’t enough instructions, and if there were, they wouldn’t be clearly enough written, since the writers of the instructions frequently assume you already know all the ‘basics’.

I’ve been a technical writer.  I understand all too clearly, where the failures in an instruction manual are, and why they happen.  Often times, a company has the engineers write up the instructions, and then just slaps it into a book , or booklet, that way.  This leaves anyone who isn’t an engineer on the short end of understanding.

The first reason for a lack of understanding, is because engineers have their own language to speak in, and they write the instructions in that language. The second reason, and this is the worst error, is because engineers already understand all the ‘basics’, therefor, they assume everyone else will too.  So many steps get left out of the instructions because of that misunderstanding. And finally, the third reason instructions aren’t understood, even if they get written clearly, is because no one wants to read them anyway.  There’s just too much time consumed in all that extra reading, for every new little thing that comes along. Hence, the only ones who understand all this new technology, are the millennials, who grew up with it, like growing up with English, or Cantonese, or Russian.

In sum, I enjoy oil painting because I understand it. It’s  simple, basic, and in its own way, endlessly editable.  Painting with a digital piece of equipment?  Hmmmm….. I have seen some very beautiful works of art produced digitally, but I think I’ll pass on learning the techniques, simply because I don’t enjoy the frustration that goes along with having to ask, “How does this work?” for every little part of every little (or huge) new program.  Even the (bless the person who invented word processing) writing programs are frustrating enough.  Each new change, designed to make life easier, produces new anxiety in me.  Something else to learn. Something else to understand.  My curiosity just doesn’t want to go there anymore.

 

 

Other links you might like:

Defining Values

Speak Kind to Yourself

The Music of Poetry

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The title of this post is a bit tongue in cheek.  This  post is really about the weather, or the effects the weather is having on my brain, or both.  You remember that commercial about drugs, and what your brain looks like on drugs?  Well, it turns out that the weather can have the same effect on your brain as a harsh chemical.  There are definitely days when my brain feels like it is frying. Of course, that may be owing to my part-time job.

I currently work as a seasonal employee at Lowe’s, in their outdoor lawn and garden section.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about the work; I love this job.  In fact, I love working with the plants so much, that I went back three times to apply for the position, until I finally got hired on.  The fact that I love the job, does not negate the fact that, on hot, sunny days, my brain sometimes feels like it’s frying. It helps some, that there are hats to wear, and I usually have a watering hose in my hands, that frequently leaks, and keeps me cooled off some on the outside.

Even so, I get so involved in watering and cleaning up the plants and flowers, that I sometimes forget to take a break.  Even with all the water in the air, and on my cloths, I still get dehydrated when I forget to take a break.  It’s this sneaky dehydration, from sweating out the liquids and minerals, even though there is a cooling flow of leaky water, that puts my brain in jeopardy, and makes me feel like my head is on fire. But I have experience in the military, and am good at monitoring my own vital signs.  I do remember to take a break, when dehydration symptoms start showing up.  Perhaps it is this which keeps me from a visit to the emergency room, as so many others this summer have found themselves doing.

For instance, my youngest daughter came down with a summer cold, and somehow, it turned into bronchial spasms, just prior to becoming bronchitis.  My youngest daughter is 21 years old, and has never had bronchial spasms before, in her life.  None of my daughters, to my knowledge, have ever had bronchial spasms before. This health malady was a new experience for both of us.  Because the health card was not currently working (that’s another story), we ended up being sent to the hospital emergency room.

On the way to the emergency room, we ended up on a crowded bridge where the traffic wasn’t moving very fast.  My car, this summer, is without air-conditioning.  The lack of speedy forward motion prevented us from getting a good flow of air through the car windows, and it got pretty warm. The warmth and humidity in the air was exacerbating my daughters condition.  She told me she felt like she had a tight collar around her throat, and she couldn’t get it off.  We finally made it to the hospital and got checked in at the desk, and were directed to the waiting area. While waiting, several gurneys came in from the ambulance services, with additional patients. Once checked in at the desk, some of these were also directed to take a seat in the waiting room.  There were several people with heat related maladies. They, as we, waited for hours before being admitted to the emergency services personnel.

Some of us chatted with each other, sympathizing with the situation, and encouraging each other to hang in there. I don’t know if their brains felt fried, but one, who worked at a car wash, had stomach cramps and vomiting so severe that he couldn’t keep anything down, including the water he was trying to drink, and another one, who had been working outside for the previous two days, had muscle cramps in his arms and hands, which caused his fingers and wrists to turn inward and lock up. So many suffering with fried muscles, fried stomachs, and fried lungs,  from excessive exposure to heat, and profuse sweating, (with and without external applications of water)  without enough internal hydration, or replacement of vital minerals and salts.

Whatever is causing this years weather, ozone holes (which they say is healing, now) pre-volcanic earth crust heating, extra moons, or wobbly, eccentric planetary orbits,  it’s hot and humid this summer.  Watch out for yourselves, and each other. Stay hydrated. Add more salt to your diet, to help your body hang on to your water, and eat or drink more foods with high mineral contents, (milk, bananas, potatoes, melons, etc.)  to replace what sneakily gets sweated out, even when you don’t notice it.    Try not to let your brain fry, like eggs on a hot summer sidewalk.

 

Other links you may like:

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https://themusicofpoetry.wordpress.com/category/poetry-2/stanzas/

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So… I’m back in school again. This semester I have Chemistry 101 and Chem Lab 103, and Contemporary Issues in Meteorology, among other classes.  Quite the mix.   Heavy on the Science.

This mornings class left me thinking about causal relationships and how we view them.

If you take one set of factors, and put them on a line and another set of factors that appear related to the first factors, and put them on another line and set them at a 90 degree angle, you can use those factors to create a graph.  You can set up a problem that charts a causal relationship.   The tricky part is determining Which part of the related items caused the other part to happen, if they aren’t Both caused by something Else.

Of course we have all heard that the increased Human activity is causing  a hole in the Ozone…  and that we are increasing the green-house gas, carbon dioxide, through various means, And that we contribute significantly to an increase in methane, which is another greenhouse gas (though cows are apparently a Bigger source of methane contribution than we are).  The cycle of decay contributes to the methane production overall. The class material informs us that water vapor is another Greenhouse gas, which is in a much bigger proportion in the atmosphere than either of the other two.

So….. I got to thinking about heat, and growth, and decay…. because after-all, the increased heat, changing to Ice age has happened Several times, according to the data, even Way before people populated the earth.  So how did that happen if WE are to blame for it now?

What if……. we are looking at the graph relationship backwards?

If we look at increasing heat, as a causal relationship with an increasing ability of the earth to produce plant life (in the ice age, only the tropic zone produced noticeable plant life, but as the ice retreated, much larger areas of land could produce much more plant life) which in turn increases the ability of animal life to proliferate, and all of that increase raises, and speeds up the release of methane from the decay cycle.. both the increase in the plant/animal life ( added carbon dioxide and added oxygen) and the increase in the decay cycle (added methane) would add green-house gases to the atmosphere, and the increased Heat would also increase the evaporation cycle and add more water vapor to the air. The more green-house gases added, the more heat trapped beneath, would again create more available land area to produce increased plant life (at least where there is enough water).  This would cause a continuing expansion of green-house gases and heat for an ongoing number of centuries….. People wouldn’t have  been necessary to cause any of this affect.  Just increasing Heat.  So where did the increase in heat come from in the first place?

Just something to think about.

 

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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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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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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 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)

Latter-day Saints believe in the resurrected J...

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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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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