31 Aug 2005, 9:15pm
Ponderings Positive News
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I Love You, and Other Attachments (Reading Notes from various books)

Soundtrack: Leonard Cohen’s Dance Me to the End of Love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love…

Love and affection are the good stuffs in life. A refuge given or made. Beats a grimace most days. We need some variety in life or it all would be flat and dull but we need genuine sweetness, guard down and embracing warmth as well. It is a treasure above treasures to hear or speak a kind word that makes the world humane.

A little contact with loved ones goes a long way. Even a smile exchanged with a stranger can go a long way to offset hooded, assessing, hard, blank or scaled eyes of the dozens of other strangers we see day to day. A person can bear a lot with reciprocal attention and affectionate respect.

Reaching out when you’d rather not is often enough rewarded. If you need an excuse, and have no words, cards of caring exist for any occasion.

Thinking of you? (and here’s a pretty picture), cards with a cartoon and blank inside? Halloween? loss of job? got a new puppy? quit smoking? had a miscarriage? braces for kids? loss of tooth? tonsillectomy? recovery anniversary? job anniversary? cancer? got driver’s license? gift from your dog to you? birthday of cat? new member at your church?

Published printed card for all these occasions are in the card store. You never know what may take off in the market. Maybe they are using the principle of, “Toss it out there an see what flies….” Something may fledge and burst into song eventually.

Soundtrack: Darryl Worley’s Awful, Beautiful Life

The ups and downs and crazy turns along the way
It’ll throw you off if you don’t hold on tight
You can’t really smile until you’ve shed some tears
I could die today or I might live on for years

I love this crazy, tragic,
Sometimes almost magic,
Awful, beautful life…

I Love You Galleries is an artist page of ideas, grafitti and images cycling around the phrase. Be forewarned, it is low contrast text and tiny font. You may need to copy to a text file to make it legible. Medium’s message that sometimes love is hard and takes work? [shrug] Here’s an excerpt:

Emily Scheer did a shotgun review of some I Love You tags for LOLA:

People in a state of lacking are vulnerable. Often we feel this rawness on public transit, where the anonymity of urban life only serves to enhance our blues. Yet ride the 511 along Bathurst Street and you may find your lacking state disperse and the void of vulnerability fill as love comes out of nowhere. There are four concrete blocks in an empty lot at the intersection of Bathurst and Carr. Carefully yet simply written on these blocks with indigo spray paint is one heavy phrase: “I love you.”

I love the modification Cathy has done for this song. With switching just a word or two to make it so much sweeter to sing,

You are my sunshine,
My brightest sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are gray.
You’ll always know just
How much I love you,
Cause I’ll tell you every day.

Attachment and communication are common threads among what I’ve been reading. Attachment to things, to routines, and to people. Communication and bonding when it succeeed and fails run through all parts of life I suppose. It is a common thread so much as oxygen is common to life. A basic element.

A General Theory of Love discusses a great breadth of things, among them synchrony, oxytocin and its impact on bonding, how people frame a situational story based on expectation, those who don’t have limbic resonance with another person to stabilize their body-mind rhythms such as those with autism or depression. It points out some elements of history and how loving touch, gaze and human contact are a matter of life and death, a physiologic need for children at least. For example, (p. 69-70) Rene Spitz in the 1940’s found that orphans who were fed and clothed but not handled, played with or held , despite food lost weight and became sick. Even though the environment was hygienic, “sterile nursuries” had over 75% infant mortality compared to 0.5% outside the institutions.

With 3 authors sharing the writing task, some chapters are in a different voice than others. Some are lyrical, in love with words, but expressing well, not padding and belabouring points. Chapter 9 is high pressure slanted. An early chapter was quite dry but most is rich, detailed and easy to access. I heard of it via Johnnie Moore who led me to read this book for myself when he said this,

In their wonderful book, A General Theory of Love the authors describe an experiment in which a baby interacts with its mother via a live video link. Although this reduces the amount of communication between them, all seems well. Then, however, they introduce a 2 second time delay in the pictures in each direction… and the child becomes very distressed. They argue that synchrony is a key element in the bonding.

Soundtrack: New Order of Canada appointee, [along with Ottawa’s Elizabeth May for environment, Mississauga longtime mayor, Hazel McCallion, duct tape’s own Steve Smith and 78 others] is Diana Krall singing, Just the Way You Are,

I would not leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I’ll take the bad times
I’ll take you just the way you are…
I said I love you and that’s forever
And this I promise from my heart…

There seems to be cross-connections among all the things I’ve been reading. Cry, the Beloved Country, through telling the tale of a father who tries to find his son in the context of a poor black rural pastor in Apartheid Johannesburg, explores the causes of the shanty towns, the context that led to rising of prostitution lanes and the poorness of the soil itself, effectively the story as well of bonding across the constraints of Apartheid model of the world.

Song of the Gorilla Nation also reference the causes of marginalization where a society is cleaved between haves and have-nots, what creates bonds and what it is to connect across lines as an individual. (Part One is Dawn Prince-Hughes story on the outside of human society because of undiagnosed Asperger’s autism and Part Two is the story of particular gorillas behavior and personalities.) It explores communication and what it is to be human and to connect with others.

Soundtrack: New Order of Canada appointee, [along with Ottawa’s Elizabeth May for environment, Mississauga longtime mayor, Hazel McCallion, duct tape’s own Steve Smith and 78 others] is Diana Krall singing, Just the Way You Are,

I would not leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I’ll take the bad times
I’ll take you just the way you are…
I said I love you and that’s forever
And this I promise from my heart…

The by far best book I have read is Crossing the Tracks for Love: What to Do When You and Your Partner Grew Up in Different Worlds by Ruby Payne. She has a number of books on class difference. Given that the average Amercian will change class at least once in their life, either marrying “up” or “down”, being temporarily impoverished or over time shifting due to education, jobs, or decisions about beelifs and wealth, it is a very useful book. I had read about it but was concerned it wouldn’t be well written. But it is. It is structured with quizzes, ancecdotes, quotes, explanations, principles and examples. It is about all the behavioral rules, unwritten rules of poverty class, middle class, and rich class that cause people to miscommunicate. It is about the different ways people decide how to behave, what drives the sense of options, and what outcomes it has on communications and social relations. It is utterly fascinating.

The lines of social connections and threads of identity and family and bonding also underlying and underlined in the stories of Sexual Metamorphosis : An Anthology of Transsexual Memoirs . How significant, or insignificant the transition from one gender to another varies with the person who relates the story. Unfortunately, I didn’t write down the name of which person in the anthology said that life is full of changing groups from country to country, job to job, role to role. There are all kinds of boundary changes as one lives she said. Crossing the gender line is a big shift but not the biggest. The biggest change anyone can make in social role is from that of a child to that of an adult. All the rules change, how you are perceived, what is expected of you, how you are to behave, speak, dress.

Changing your life’s shape and priorities towards renewal and taking life on your own terms, and the changes that may necessitate are dealth with in another book I’m reading, The Monk Who Sold His Ferrarri: A Fable About Fulfilling Your Dreams & Reaching Your Destiny. Much like The Goal in style, it is folksy, chatty sort of book with statements like, How will you ever get to thrid base with one foot on second? (p. 58). It offers, so far, no “new” insights but nicely acts to remind and reinforce how to equip yourself to love by feeding your needs enough to put you in a position to love. For example, pushing negative intruding, or negative baseline thoughts off stage.

“Julian continued his explanation: “Thoughts are vital, living things, little bundles of energy, if yiu will. Most people don’t give any thought to the nature of their thoughts and yet, the quality of your thinking determines the quality of your life. Thoughts are as much a part of the material world as the lake you swim in or the street you walk on. Weak minds lead to weak actions. A strong, disciplined mind, which anyone can cultivate through daily practice, can achieve miracles.”

Soundtrack: Oak Ridge Boys’s Everyday

You know with all the trouble and sorrow in the world
It seems like the least we can do
Just take that smile into the street
And share it with everybody you meet./ (chorus)
You know a kind word
Never goes unheard
But too often goes unsaid…

Go on, trust yourself to sing a mushy song, a tender word, drop the deadening defences.

Fake it til you make it. Or, as Gandhi said, be the change you seek.

And now for supper:

30 Aug 2005, 12:44pm
Poets Positive News
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A Proposed Wiki for Poetry Markets

Movie trailers and posters, book or magazine covers should communicate their mood and intent proportionally. Finding what you like and what nourishes you can be a journey uphill both ways in waist high snow. I want to be a consumer informed about the whole market. Maybe my reach exceeds anyone’s grasp, but the optimist in me says there is a way and it needn’t be hard. There is a science and rules behind everything, they just need to be tapped with something other than haphazard hit and miss method. Word of mouth means excellent journals like Quills gets heard about but it’s hardly a complete market exposure saturation such as a glossy magazine like Oprah’s gets.

Sending away for sample issues or sticking with the ones available locally may work in a market when there is a choice of a couple titles, but we are now in a global metropolis of literature with e-buying to tap markets and world word commodities are at the same price, and more widely distributed than local word wares. You can only get an implicit understanding through reading a series of issues of any given poetry journal. Every magazine and journal wants your subscription and is made up of devoted passionate people. That’s no winnowing means there.

The problem is there is too many to choose from to even peruse, or else entirely too few hours in a week or year.(I suspect the latter.) The issue is, whether you are looking to add a new subscription or submit somewhere the number of options overwhelms. Even The Poet’s Market gets bigger each year. Digitally thanks to word search seems there should be a more ergonomic way to get the information you want. There is an online Writer’s Market but not a Poet’s Market. I expect that means the venture was tried and failed or is the next phase on the horizon.

It should be on the horizon. Poetry marketing overall seems to meet an indifferent market. When there’s an indifferent market, it’s not because of product or consumer but it just hasn’t been sold right yet. So what’s the solution?

Part of the multi-pronged effort may be an AllPoetry.com as a resource and “neutral marketer” that educates the public on the wares. It is in the interest of magazines to get themselves to the hands of their optimal target consumer as expediently as possible so no one wastes time searching instead of lingering with the words themselves. A possible solution, given enough volunteer effort, is modeling after allmovie.com. It has a system for rating a film so one can know to a finer degree the character of a movie. If you haven’t been there, here’s a sample of their assessment,

1 (poor) 2 (OK) 3 (good) 4 (better) 5 (best) N/A

dark, pessimistic, bitter ………. light, cheerful, sweet ……..N/A
bright, fast, dynamic ………. low key, calm, slow ………..N/A
longing, disturbing ………. content, peaceful ……………….. N/A
serious, challenging ………. light, playful, entertaining…… N/A
simple, traditional ………. sophisticated, experimental….. N/A
harsh, aggressive, cold ………. gentle, warm, soft…………..N/A
depressing, somber ………. energizing, exciting, uplifting..N/A
emotional, playful ………. sober, arranged, proper ………..N/A

Would the scale of dynamics not work as well for poetry magazines? Maybe some themes or keywords added in and notes of what forms or subjects are unwelcome. It takes an wiki effort of a lot of people to get ratings that flatten out the idiosyncratic relativity of what the editors perceive the spectrum range si and where they fit on it, to a more proportional representation. There are more moviegoers than poets but the principle looks useful.

Another grid could look at how periodic the periodical is, and response times should one want to join the team of people putting the marvelous creation together. Something like Ralan’s market response times clocked since 93 can be useful for this model.

Any volunteers?

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  • don’t bury your point,
  • don’t introduce too many ideas

Applying is another matter. Rather than perfect the past, I’ll just plough on, lessons better learned, and recommit myself to greater clarity, coherancy and engagingness in the future.

Happinesses of the Day: Cat#2 is re-started on thyroid medication on 1/4 normal dosage with an anti-vomiting pill, hoping to build up her tolerance for it, and rebuild her strength with food for an anemic diet. With days of subcutaneous fluids she has her personality back, is littering and running about normally.

24 things checked off the to-do/to-da list in last 48 hours.

Received a postcard in the mail, then later, this morning received delivery on a package in the mail from another friend.

Conversation with a couple different friends. Mailed off a stack, ok, small stack, of envelopes to mail at the post office.

Enroute back, walked sponteneously in a hairdresser’s. Checked pockets. Money I grabbed off the table as I went out happened to add up to the right amount. Hairstylist turned out to have the same first degree as me, in applied linguistics. We talked language acquistion. Pleasant. :-)

Did anyone else feel that good karma wave sweep over the planet today?

Featured Poetry: 8 word poems

29 Aug 2005, 6:05pm
On the Peace Path Ponderings
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Mechanism of Ingesting Stress to Alleviate Stress

Is consuming negative media stories or fiction pieces, visual or verbal a coping mechanism that acts homeopathically to alleviate stress? Rather than being a bad thing, is not crime, and crime fiction and the like, not better understood as a means of coping than as evidence of basic dark nature of people who overlords lesser beasts? It’s hard to decouple the rail cars when the whole train is rattling forward bound for one destination, but shall we do it as a mental exercise anyway?

One would think, if stress if bad, more stress is worse and one would do damage by consuming stress which makes your heart pound, limbic system geyser sweat from pores, without a physical release to the flight or fight. Is that not what common fears/wisdom is, that violent video games numb to violence and entrain yourself to expect stress, become more soft-wired to create conflict? Certainly some studies have suggested it.

It is hard to not find only support of your premise and get past your own bias and not throw out errant contradictory data. Just because something is contradicting your instinct of what effect it should have doesn’t make it not the case. Take for example, if you have a big meal, you want to eat more at the next meal, not less. If you exercise more, you want to eat less, not more. If you sleep too much, you want more sleep, not less. If you have too much sugar, you want more sugar, not less. It looks contradictory, but does it not fit the underlying principle of the you more you do, the more momentum you have to do more? Except that the main reasons are more complex, having more to do with brain cycles and metabolism than momentum of habits.

It smacks of counterintuitiveness that creating/inducing an artificial stress via arts and literature would be the remedy for stress. Some say, hey, escapism; it works for me. But the process/consumption of fiction is more than that negative connotation suggested by “procrastination”. How does it make one feel better to see worse things? By comparison you feel better off? My day was horrible but at least I don’t have a limbically impaired pyschopath stalking me to dismember me?

Why should that work? Why should sympathizing and vicariously living though the perspective of a role in danger make things better, rather than train you to fly off the handle and expect worse?

Fiction looks like it’s not homeopathic in that it is more concentrated than life would sustain. In day-to-day, face-to-face life, a conflict moment may only last seconds. Except the conflict is not resolved in seconds or minutes but may run around the head for hours a day and pop up in dreams and waking sponteaously even after “closure”. Somehow music, movies, plays, books, although vivid, are dream-like, lacking in spacial movement, in sense oif physical gravity, of smell, of tastes, in some cases, without the electrical feedback of group response. This makes it more dilute.

Beyond that it is therapeutic in that, rather than it being avoidance behavior, it models and orchestrates closure. It seduces you in a controlled way towards stress and manipulates you to reduce it again in a sort of folk-style exposure therapy. By willingly grabbing onto new fears, one releases grip on older ones. While the usual anxiety may be irressolvable, it can be stepped away from or overwhelmed by way of a break. Because the new “break” is finite, that alone is a release. You can cope with anything if you know there is an end in sight. It’s the endlessness of the tunnel that makes it dark, as much as the lack of light at the end.

After an art/literature stress, the world and mind becomes preternaturally peaceful. It lets you out into a release. it is ended and the quietness is like a beach after a storm’s pounding.

Walking hogtied to the characters, one vicariously wins the victory as well, and with it your own most recent battle circulating in your blood and neurons. A victory is over all. The innumerable frights, pains and anxieties of the simulated storm, muted down by entering by fewer senses, pale by comparison. As a result it could make you feel more powerful, in a way similar to how one feels rich after travelling through poverty. Coming back to the familiar, the familiar seems altered in the way home feels differently proportioned after you have normed your expectations to the visited places. Old routines of body and throught are not the grind they were. The energies may rebound. Or the sense of energy boost can be used to catapault to new routines that aren’t going to cause the same physical or mental fatigue that will most likely set in again.

Can the ends be reached purely through this means? No, one can get release in a less convoluted or more efficient way perhaps through meditation or exercise at just the right time. Intensiveness would seem to be necessary to kick one to a new track. Anything larger than yourself can provide the sense of your burdens being carried or switched for new ones that don’t fatigue the same muscles. Comedy, God, ecological reform, political punditing, divining through numerology, Hollywood gossip, any humanitarian cause, any world, tribe, nation, or group advocacy can be the means to widen oneself beyond the confines of one tiny life. That’s not to say any of these things are not real, valid and valuable in and of themselves but only how they could function within the biochemistry of one individual’s life and energy curves.

It is conditioning you to be less responsive to that stimulus, but is that lessened response transferable to other stimuli to advantage you outside the movie theatre or covers of the book? For myself, I don’t know yet. What have you experienced?

So many variables in life are not held constant and I have no double-blind counterpart to make it all perfectly scientifically kosher. My instinct say yes though. Too much and it is as toxic as the ambiant stress of unchanging day-to-day. But at small doses, fiction stress seems to alleviate ambiant stress and put me in a mental space to problem solve and get emotional distance to practice mindfulness, at the other side of the calmness pendulum.

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Featured Poem: Puerto Rican Woman poem

29 Aug 2005, 1:27pm
Books On the Peace Path
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Relative Function and “Horrors” of Horror

The Horror convention in Toronto wrapped up yesterday. I didn’t go myself. It wasn’t an option due to my habit of picking up far more reading material than I can get though in a timely manner. [i.e. by the time I read about it, the newspaper was two weeks old.]

It’s a pet love of mine, to get inside other heads, to see perspectives flipped, if you haven’t noticed. I love to understand the hows and whys of what floats someone’s boat and sinks another’s. (Or it is only the standing up and flailing about in panic that capsizes any boat?)

If one is to spend any energy avoiding something, it is best to make sure that energy is well spent, and the boundary well founded if you are going to pen yourself in it. Does it still work for you? Does the energy you expend pay for itself or arre you throwing good energy after bad?

To live one has to move, or else become puffed up, vain and deaf to other possibilities while some parts of you shrivel and atrophy. But which direction? To push outwards loses opportunity to be overprotective of oneself. When you set the limits, it may have been with good reason. Are those reasons still in force? To draw an analogy to Christian dietary laws, some say prohibitions in Leviticus against pork and shellfish passed away when Jesus called the all clear on foods. Some Christian apologists have said that he constradicted Old testament scripture because conditions had since changed and foods were now safe to eat because the disease present at the time of ban was gone. Others say, he only meant to say, tend to the spirit first, then obey the dietary laws.

It is hard when one is rigid and law-governed to revisit the laws and look at the intent not the jot or tittle of the letter of the decontextualized rules. It is easy to live with them so long as they still are giving benefit and aren’t too constraining. As life shows more faces of its crowded self to you, what rules continue to make sense change and one of you has to change. As Ray Kroc’s adage goes, “When you’re green, your growing. When you’re ripe, you rot.” Ripening is when you are sweetest but to feed yourself all year you need a rotating cycle, continuously harvesting, tending and planting. Alternatively, one can be as a bear, gorging, living off the fatty layer of memories of food as you thin to a ravenous hunger for new material come spring of your spirit.

While in Paris, in a few days of forced hibernation over my strep throat and Hub’s food poisoning, I discovered CSI, and a similar forensics show, enjoying 4 or 5 episodes. That was an interesting experience. There is an appeal to such macabre things. Similarly, I had mentioned that I finished all of Kelley Armstrong’s books. I missed the book Haunted. (Oversight corrected.) It is the darkest, most violent of her books so far exploring from behind the eyes of the serial killers. Did that do me harm or good or not make a whit of difference?

I could chorus in on all 3 perspectives myself. If there is one stimulus, how can there be such diverse response? In any perception, there isn’t one stimulus of course, only the appearance of the same. Whatever you perceive mixes what you already have within you. It is as if the stimulus is ketchup. One says, “who doesn’t like ketchup?” But one person is eating a snack, another chips and a third, ice cream. The “ketchup” may be the same but what one is in the context of makes the difference. The context may be mood, company, most recent experience, or person and the whole package.

Larger social context and what you have accumulated/normed to make a difference. Have you read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s short story, Bernice Bobs Her Hair? These days we are incredulous that an innocuous bob-cut hairstyle could be scandalous let alone meaningful.

People haven’t changed in nature, the context and social loading on that particular minutiae has changed. Some pine for that time when a private accidental showing an ankle rather than broadcasting a nipple could cause titillation and shock. The ante has gone up or the morals down? Or neither? The foundation for one vision presumes “man” has had a fall and has been falling ever since and is in a meteor shower even now. Whatever the bad news, “wherever will it end?”, cluck the Henny Pennys. “The world was not so bad as this when I was a kid,” they say.

But could that not be a sampling error? A matter of how big of scope a literate adult has compared to a child on the swings? Has the world changed that substantially or are you just receiving more reports from more places and care about more places and take more to heart? There’s a cumulative effect as time compresses and what you remember happening recently, is actually the second instance in a decade. Then there is the matter of media. With each new crime, every past crimt to the 1800s is trotted out and they impact you as if they are new, packaged and received as an escalating pattern. It’s an effect of telling effectively. One doesn’t want to belabour news from 1890 as much as reinvigorate teh memories and fear nearons already triggered in memory in the 1980s.

Anyway, that’s neither here nor there but speaking of relative strengths of memory and impact, there’s one book I read — we enjoyed this Steve Martin book over 7 months ago but it stays with me better than most things I’ve read. Scenes and aspects keeps floating back, such as what his obessessive compulsive character said about stress management. The Pleasure of My Company: A Novel points out something pertinent to how negative inhibiting fears impact each other. The character said his bigger fears were able to be substitutes for smaller ones and by tackling bigger ones, one is released from the heckling tyranny of rules of smaller ones. They can be sublimated but only temporily.

Is this substitution of one stress for another the drawing mechanism largely in play, the key to the popularity of horror, detective and mystery novels, negative headlines, CNN, thriller and slasher films? My peers have preached and been anxious about negative worldviews like these. They and I thought, were these things not proof of man’s depravity and love of evil, proof of inborn evil nature and ability to screw up any good gracious thing in post-Eden? But it doesn’t seem to sit right with me, this sense that there is something pathologically or otherwise wrong with people who seem normal and well-adjusted yet have an extreme attatchment to say, reading news 4 or 6 times a day, read largely murder mysteries, or memorize slasher films. If it doesn’t disturb them, the way it disturbed me, it doesn’t mean it affects them like it affected me, or doesn’t affect them how I think it does.

My next exploration is more towards what “scary” or “negative stuff” does for the person so far as making stressed, or making relaxed and how.

Featured Quip: A day without sunshine is like, night.

Featured Light Link: Streetsy has photos of grafitti such as this

Featured Link: Deciding what someone’s group is depends on your expectations. Manish Vij gives a few examples in the post, The Talented Mr. Rupinder

Word Chain: lilt, tilt, thrive, dive, resist, subsist, re-enlist, list, lisp, listless, listened, lessened, lessoned, learned, earned, spurned, spurred, purred, bird, burred, polish, gloss, less, to best, heft, hoist, appoint, joint, jolt, dolt, coltish, scottish, skittish, skirmish, mish-mash, monster mash, he madly dashed off in all directions at once.

28 Aug 2005, 8:09pm
On the Peace Path
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Energy Use

Featured Quip: “I’m glad that the act of giving birth has not come to be known as going number three.”~ Defective Yeti

There is much to be grateful for, isn’t there. 😉

It’s important to keep a sense of humor in the fray, or between frays. In the course of exploring the inner maintenence and renovation that comprises life, the matter of Energy vs. time crops up like ragweeed in front of our eyes.

Right now.
It’s the only moment in the history of the world over which we have any sort of control over our thoughts, actions, or feelings. We can’t control what happened even thirty seconds ago, and we can’t control what’s going to happen in ten minutes, but right now we can make decisions that will help to determine what our future’s like, and that may make amends for past mistakes or build on past successes and achievements.

A few seconds ago, you decided to read this passage. You read the quotation above, probably, and then started on with message. Now you’re deciding whether to continue or not. Each moment of our life is like this: we decide to initiate or continue actions–or inaction–based on what we think is best for ourselves and others. We may get so caught up in what we’re doing that we don’t even notice the wonder of this moment–the sounds, the sights, the feelings–and that’s a shame. This moment doesn’t consist just of what we’re doing; it also consist of what we’re being, and how we’re being it.
“If you attend to the moment you’re in. . .” These are powerful words, and that attention is something that takes practice. ~ Always Victoria

In any moment, there are hundreds of moments, some tragic, some pivotal, some rivetting, some inane, profane, sublime, holy. Others funny or sunny blessings. So much depends on choice and bias of perspective. As the saying goes, an optimist looks at a situation and says this is the best the world will ever be. The Eoyore optimist nods and sadly agrees.

Menu: Caramel gold corn, french green beans, orzo pasta (or chinese vegetarian dumplings?) red lentil soup with cilantro and cumin. Desert? Raspberries and the last of the yellow plums, as they are bumped from the market shelf, displaced by pears and soon, pumpkins.

Featured Book: Crossing the Tracks for Love: What to Do When You and Your Partner Grew Up in Different Worlds by Ruby K., PH.D. Payne

Soundtrack: Yellow by Coldplay, Signs, Signs, Everywhere a Sign by 5 Man Electrical Band, Footloose by Kenny Loggins, One More Time by Daft Punk and Faith of the Heart by Russell Watson (a different version was recorded by Rod Stewart for Patch Adams

Featured Quote: “A hundred wagon loads of thoughts will not pay a single ounce of debt.” ~ Italian Proverb via QuotationsBook

Word Chain: soda leavening, levity, lever, love and leave her, to bind and to bend, to wind and to wend, window, widow and stead, purebred steed, saddlesore, buckskin and yippie-ki-ya, roundup

Recommended Movies: Clara et Moi a drama/romance which ended with the ambiguity that life has but movies generally edit out, and But I’m a Cheerleader (1999) which was over the top plain funny satire with heartwarming thrown in in good measure with scene framing and score that enhances, not detracts.

Speaking of movies,


My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?

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