Ideas Ensnared, Beware

Forgive me if I’m buggin’

and I do a little pluggin’

But I’ve got a bit of news I’d like to share

You see, the inspiration

Came from grandkids fine donation

Of ideas of which they planted I ensnared

I made a little book, you see

of children and diversity

So I posted it without an ounce of qualm

And if you’d like to see it

If only for a wee bit

you can find it now on Amazon.com


Yes, You Can! available on Amazon.com

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”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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)

Internal Lies

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Why, the mighty serpent,

lay coiled beneath the sea?

Malicious, angry, frightened

of an aimless destiny.

 

That breath of ire, that binding twist

all internal lies

The whip of tongue, the slash of swords –

veiled in mocked disguise.

 

How then, perchance, to come alive

in apathetic scales

To lighter states, to softer heart –

what happiness entails.

 

Unleash the truth and let it soar

to surface, past the churning

through honest waves of grace be found

a myriad of yearning.

 

 

 

daily post prompt: Mighty

photo credit

 

 

 

 

 

Does the Internet promote depression?

“All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.”  ― Blaise PascalPensées

 

I learned of this quote years back during a yoga class. It’s stuck with me and I wanted to share it. That’s how I came upon this curious “wow” moment.

So here’s what happened on the way to this post. I looked for photos of “people sitting alone in a room.” Know what I found in those “empty” rooms?

-→ People sitting in corners slumped over in depression.

-→ People on their computers or cell phones.

-→ People reading books or engaging in some other kind of activity.

-→ People staring out the window.

-→ People with their heads tipped to their chins.

-→ People with hands over their ears.

-→ People with their faces buried in their hands.

-→ If they were outside, they were more likely to look peaceful, contemplative.

But in the inside shots, NONE of the people could effectively sit quietly in a room alone.

Except for this one:

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Questions: Why does the internet (society) think we are incapable of doing this? Was Pascal right?  Are we incapable?

 

So fellow bloggers and readers

Can we trust the silence?

Can we allow our minds to speak to us in gentle, compassionate tones?

Do we listen?

Can we relax, be grateful? Happy?

Please let me know if you can find another non-depressing photo of someone sitting quietly alone in a room so I can share it with anyone who may want to try (or continue) to do so.