Quelling Dispair

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Life by Charlotte Bronte

LIFE, believe, is not a dream

So dark as sages say;

Oft a little morning rain

Foretells a pleasant day.

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,

But these are transient all;

If the shower will make the roses bloom,

O why lament its fall ?

Rapidly, merrily,

Life’s sunny hours flit by,

Gratefully, cheerily,

Enjoy them as they fly !

What though Death at times steps in

And calls our Best away ?

What though sorrow seems to win,

O’er hope, a heavy sway ?

Yet hope again elastic springs,

Unconquered, though she fell;

Still buoyant are her golden wings,

Still strong to bear us well.

Manfully, fearlessly,

The day of trial bear,

For gloriously, victoriously,

Can courage quell despair !

 

 

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Daily word prompt: Elastic

Fear of Change

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Why, birds, must you be angry?

your cawing, dawning, cries

on forceful wings

with hope of spring

your ire, it mystifies

Perhaps it is your season call

a changing time, alerting

so others heed

your time of need

through winter, disconcerting

Lay still your ruffled feathers

each change is not by choice

and yet you can

as you began

make known your thoughts in voice.

 

 

Artwork by Nicole Anderson

The View from a Gutter Isn’t Always Bad

We didn’t know it at the time. It wasn’t planned. But it happened.

On the walk home from our second grade class, my best friend, Vanita, and I took a wee bit of a detour. We walked down the creek bed and into the drainage tunnel. After an immediate right, we discovered a new way of looking at things.

The sight (and site) was pure magic! Whoever thought to build this foxhole was a pure genius!

From inside the gutter, at ants view, car tires whizzed past, feet with voices attached walked above us. Yes, we would be late coming home from school. But the newness, the discovery, the giggles, made it worthwhile.

I’m not sure how much time passed before we saw the car pull in front of us. We recognized the shoes. We definitely recognized the angry voice.

Can you imagine this mother’s horror at seeing our heads in the gutter?

A silent car ride later, Vanita’s mother pulled into my driveway, spoke a few words to my mother, and drove away with my best friend in tow.

Over fifty years later, this brief moment in my life still makes me smile. The world, I’d learned, was not mundane after all. It was filled with shared bonds no one could ever take away and discoveries waiting to be found.

As the world turned, the small heads of two young girls were filled with a new perspective on life.

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Vanita and me – obviously photoshopped. Her mother wasn’t packing a Polaroid at the time.

 

 

Daily Word prompt: Genius

Confirm Your Grandeur

Zurab Martiashvili - paintings

Is it high fashion

if my hairdo is green

or the pig purse I carry

is aquamarine?

 

Do you care if my hat

doesn’t match with my shoes,

If I hula my hoop to

a song meant for blues?

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“Ma’am do you mind? Get down from that cow!”  

“Yes, sir. I do mind. I’m writing right now!”

 

Is it high fashion

wearing miss-colored socks,

put shoes in a drawer

instead of their box?

 

Who in the world

wants to follow a crowd?

It’s boring and fruitless

and often too loud.

 

Unfashionable fashion

it suits me just fine

Keep up with the Jones’s?

A dull story line!

 

Rebellious? Creative?

You’ve nothing to fear.

Confirm your grandeur

and read article here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Word Prompt: Fashionable

Top Photo: Artist Zurab Martiashvili: “Unusual ride”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Raisin of Serendipitous Learning

When she told me NOT to throw away the moldy orange, I questioned her sanity.

Why in the world would we want to keep this tainted fruit within arms reach of four-year-old children? And why would I, the 24 year-old teacher with a degree in Early Childhood, listen to my 56 year-old assistant teacher with no formal education?

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“Because,” she’d said, “It is a learning experience, a teachable moment. It’s science.

I was awestruck.

That is why “Vivian” and I worked so well together. I taught her how to implement bias-free education in our classroom. She taught me that hoarding can lead to serendipitous learning and creativity.

Today, over 20 years later and still a hoarder, I was reminded of my friend, Vivian, when I cleaned out the trunk of my car. Behind the boxing bag, a ton of smelly hand wraps, and a couple of sweaters, I found something which must have fallen out of my grocery bag months ago.

I’ll give you a hint. They used to be grapes. But now …

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I hear Vivian’s voice in my head saying, “Don’t throw it away! Show your grandchildren.”

And so, I will.

Wherever you are today, Vivian, THANK YOU for one of many teachable moments!

 

 

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Let the Bears Keep Their Arms

Will you deny me the right to talk about our right to “bear arms?”

I believe the first big mistake politicians made was the coining of the word “gun control.” No one wants to be “controlled”.

What if our politicians had, instead, talked about gun safetyMaybe NRA members wouldn’t have balked. Perhaps, even they would have been open to listening instead of simply reciting the second amendment.

The right to bear arms, adopted into the U.S. Constitution in 1791, evolved from the Revolutionary War experience when colonists needed to fight for their liberty.

It took the shooter in Las Vegas between 9 and 11 minutes to kill 59 people and injury over 500 people. The shooter had put “bump stocks” on his rifles which had turned them into fully automatic machine guns. How did he get bump stocks? From his local gun store? And why would any civilian need this kind of weapon? To mow town a herd of cattle for his Sunday dinner?

Come on, politicians! Stop saying, “yes, we’ll talk about gun control.” But when? After the next shooting or the one after that?

Yes, America has the right to bear arms. But I don’t think the bears like it much. They need their arms to climb trees.

 

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Come on, America! If we have the right to bear arms, can we at least climb higher on a safer tree??

 

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daily word prompt – Deny

No Interest in the Mundane

I have no interest in who wins a national game.

I have no interest in popularity or fame

I have no interest in taking aim

Mostly, I have no interest in the mundane.

That’s why finding this in a store bathroom makes a photo worthy of frame.

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Daily word prompt: Interest

Turning Your Brain into an Athlete

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Unless we train that heady organ of ours, it remains on autopilot and could lead us down a destructive course. The subconscious parts of our brain automatically guides our behavior. Sometimes, we can’t let go of negative thinking or past negative experiences.

So, if that happens, it’s time to make obstinate brain pull over, make it sit in the passenger seat and force it to listen.

(Brains are stubborn and stuck in their ways so try to be patient as you pull out the new script you have written. Read it aloud.)

You: Brain, here’s what’s about to happen and I need you to go along with me. After all, you can’t get along without me just as I can’t get along without you. So, every time you try to cover me in self-doubt, I’m not going to listen. Instead, I’m going to concentrate on all the things right with me. I’m going to force us to think positively and compassionately.”

Brain (frowning): You want to break my patterns? I like my patterns and I’ve done nothing wrong.

You: I didn’t say any of this is your fault. I’m just telling you how we are going to proceed from here on. Here. Lift these barbells. We are going to make new patterns. And to make these new patterns, sometimes we are going to be very still and very quiet. You listening?

Brain (huffing): No comment.

You: I’m going to show you a picture. Tell me what you see.

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Brain (forming a smile): Different on the outside, same on the in? We talking about compassion now?

You: At’a girl. (boy)

Brain (nodding slowly so no jarring occurs): Can we start training now?

 

 

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related article on meditation and the brain here:

Daily Word Prompt: Athletic

Life Lessons from the Ring – Questions to ask yourself

I was too young to remember the times my dad came home with blood on his clothes. It was my older sister who told me how our non-violent mother would cringe at the sight.

Interesting that, even though I was two at the time, my father’s evening work would influence my life and expand my awareness.

The blood wasn’t my dad’s. Not then. His own blood was spilled years before when he boxed for the army.

The blood on my father’s clothes were from young men who, like my father, tried to prove something, make something of themselves in the boxing ring  “at a time when boxing mattered.” (Quote by Mark Brown, my first and continuing boxing coach)

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(My dad’s in the middle)

But hitting bags and pads matters to me.

Not only because of the fitness aspect, but to serve as a reminder of those who “toughened up” enough to be a better person in Life’s ring.

Participants of this sport or not, think of the lessons learned in boxing metaphors.

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(I keep these 1950’s baby rattles in my boxing bag as a reminder)

 

Ask yourselves these questions:

 

— Do you feel trapped? Cornered? Are you UP AGAINST THE ROPES. 

Try maneuvering to the center of the ring.                                      

— Do you keep yourself from getting hurt, literally or figuratively? PROTECT YOURSELF AT ALL TIMES.                                    

Do this because, as my dad used to say, “You are your own best friend.”

Do you care about others? Then you are IN THEIR CORNER.

Make sure you find someone who will be in yours.

— Think you’ve hit bottom? Then you are DOWN FOR THE COUNT.

Do you have the stamina and willpower to get back up even if the odds feel against you?

— Have you gone too far with your criticisms? Then you’ve delivered an illegal A LOW BLOW.

Hurting others will eventually lead to hurting yourself.

— Are you thinking about THROWING IN THE TOWEL? Have you given up?

Sometimes we have to say “enough is enough.” Consider the towel carefully.

— Do you miss dangers coming your way? Do you LET YOUR GUARD DOWN?

How vulnerable are you willing to be?

— Do you ignore rude comments and take adversity in stride? Do you ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES?

Good! Backbones and self-confidence are sure wins.

— Were you luckily interrupted before sh..t hit the fan? Then you were SAVED BY THE BELL.

Who doesn’t love a blessing in disguise?

 

Are you a person who strives to be a better person?

Then you are a contender.

Be your own champion.

Because, at the end of the day when the rounds are over, you can kick up your feet and know that you fought even when tired, and you put up a good fight.

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(painting by C. Dennis-Willingham)