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These are my thoughts and ramblings as I forge my way through this thing they call Life. I blog with these groups:     "Blogging Circle of Friends "  [E] 
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Blog City: Day 2318 - June 22, 2022 Prompt: Time is a cruel mistress. Write about time in your Blog entry today. Time is a Cruel Mistress Time is a cruel mistress She dresses for seduction Temps you with open arms And a bounty that seems endless But in all, she is wasting away And dragging you along with her Unknowing and lost Floundering and forlorn You awake one day To find her gnarled and grey Hazy and out of focus And your limbs are stiff Your body tired, old too soon She has stolen your youth Caused you to lose sight of your dreams And cast you adrift So that anything you did have Is only a distant memory Gone And with it.... Your life Ebbs away Like a receding tide. Lines: 23. |
Blogging Circle of Friends: Day 3401 June 11, 2022 Music: WebMD did a study showing music helps improve our focus, helps us study better and calms us in emotional situations. Do you agree or disagree? How does music work in your life? https://www.webmd.com/balance/features/benefits-music-studying#:~:text=Music%20I... Music does indeed calm the savage beast. I used to sing the little ditty 'You are my sunshine whenever my ex-husband upset me... only I changed the words to 'you are my a**hole, my only a**hole, please don't piss me off today'. It would make me smile despite my frustration and I could get over the annoyance faster. Even humming the tune without the words was enough to get me through a rough patch. Listening to music and singing along helps me relax. It makes a car journey so much better and I find when the traffic comes to a standstill I just jack up the tunes and belt it out. I'll get there, when I get there. I might as well enjoy the getting there, despite the traffic. I will turn the tunes down if I need to concentrate on my driving, particularly when I am unsure of where I am going. I tend not to have a soundtrack for my writing. I know some people do, but I find I would be singing along instead of doing the writing. Still, songs can inspire the parts you are writing, so I am not ruling this out of my repertoire of tools. I would just have to listen and when the song is done, write. Music without words can set the mood and not distract me. I have studied to Classical music in the past. I also like listening to music when I meditate. There are particular songs for cleansing each chakra. The music is also not the kind of stuff I am not used to, so it keeps me engaged during the meditation - focused attention instead of nodding off to sleep. I also find that music engages students. Students with special needs respond very well and I find that engagement uplifting. I often use music to help with transitions - for example clean up time. Overall, I would say music is a huge part of my life. Even listening to the chorus of sounds around me as I sit outside to write is wonderful. I suppose that is why I prefer Spring, Summer and Fall to Winter. Snow has a way of buffering the sound and all the birds have gone into hiding. |
Blogging Circle of Friends - Day 3363: May 3, 2022 Tuesday: Cultural Arts: Write about a painting that you like? Who painted it? Why do you like the painting? This prompt intrigues me because I was talking to some friends over the weekend and we were discussing the concept of race and art. There had been some controversy surrounding an artist, a white woman, painting black children with painted faces. When I took a look at the Pinterest account of this artist's paintings I was moved by the emotions that they awoke in me. The artist is Margaret Bowland. https://www.pinterest.ca/wmhammond/margaret-bowland/ The one that really gripped my gut the most was the one with the little girl being strangled in the shadow behind. Having read Amanda Lovelace's The Witch Doesn't Burn In This One, I felt particularly sensitive to male violence and our need to fight back against the oppression of those who hold us back, don't listen to our voices and / or expect us to be something we are not. These beautiful black girls are being made to feel their blackness is less... and that is a crock. By painting them white they are trying to cover their natural beauty and strength. I think Bowland is trying to show this in her paintings. Social expectations and prejudices colour our world and restrict the beauty and wonder of the human that is that child. I wrote a poem in April that I posted on Instagram that speaks to this idea... perspective. And who made the 'rules'. I feel I am not articulating myself very well this evening. The topic of equality is an important one for me. I believe our world is a much grander place if we accept the diversity of those around us - we are similar in many ways, but we are also different in other ways. And those ways make the world a far more interesting place than simply bland, white bread. Who wants that, when you can have a banquet all the world has to offer? Here is a link to my poem: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc6zAdvtzUd/ I hope it works. The Poem is called Only An Illusion. I also wrote this poem earlier this spring: "Contrast - Soup to Stew" and "Come Dine With Me - Which Table Would You Choose?" |
Blog City - DAY 2516 March12, 2022 Poems, like dreams, are a sort of royal road to the unconscious. They tell you what your secret self cannot express. - Erica Jong What type of poetry helps you connect with your unconscious self? Favorite poet? Favorite poem? Why do you like it? I love to write free verse poetry. I find I open myself up and let the words swirl. I am almost always amazed at what wee gem presents itself. In the process I learn a little bit about myself as I see it connects to the universal. I also find writing poetry helps me make sense of some big emotions that I find hard to articulate verbally. I wrote a lot of poems in high school. I was one of my saving graces during a time that was absurd and confusing. Not only was I a teenager, but I also lost my father to cancer when I was 12... so there were some pretty big emotions - even if I didn't write about them directly... right away. Things percolated and came to the forefront when they were ready and I was able to make sense of this will my creative source's help. My favourite poem is Desiderata by Max Ehrmann. Written in 1952. I hepoignantead by Morgan Freeman. His voice and the poem were poignent. I would love to find a YouTube video of it, but I believe it was on an episode of Oprah Winfrey's Masterclass featuring Morgan Freeman. This poem is also posted in a bathroom off the staff room in an old school - Sheppard Public School, I believe. When the day is going rough, you read it in that small moment of time by yourself and take it to heart as you head out for the rest of your day. I also have a copy of it by my bed - one of these days I will get it posted up on the wall in a proper frame. I only found this poem in the last couple of decade, but I wish I had read it when I was much younger - say, in high school, though I may not have appreciated it as much then. Who knows. Poems come to you when you need them. Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less that the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you concieve Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. |
| Soundtrack Of Your Life Prompt: What were you listening to last year? A little Pussycat Dolls I really like Nicole Scherzinger. She does most of the lead vocals and is also part of one of my favourite shows - The Masked Singer. She embodies classic sexy. Stickwhitu - Pussycat Dolls This is probably one of their more subtle videos. A few lyrics: I don't wanna go another day So I'm telling you Exactly what is on my mind Seems like everybody's breaking up And throwing their love away But I know I got a good thing right here That's why I say, hey Nobody gonna love me better I'ma stickwitu forever Nobody gonna take me higher I'ma stickwitu I also really like.... Buttons A little modern burlesque. Hot and sexy, but also controlled. Women who know what they want. Lookout boys... you can't touch this... if you ain't worthy. It is also great to dance to to get your own sexy back.  |
Soundtrack Of Your Life Prompt: What were you listening to last year? I Turn To You - Christine Aguilera This is one of the CDs in my car... that did not get stolen before Christmas. Three weeks before Christmas break someone broke into my car - in my driveway and messed up everything I had in there. The only things taken were a very old GPS and its charger, my teaching supply bag, and my Extend A Family information for my time cards. They left all my CDs. I am still trying to get my supply bag organized. Many of the things were of no value to anyone else, but to me... it was my 'organined' space. I still feel violated that someone could be that bold. Anyway... for the song.... I like to think the one I turn to is GOD. The lyrics are probably not intended as that, but for me... it works. Take a peak at the lyrics and see what you think. A few lyrics: When I lose the will to win I just reach for you and I can reach the sky again. I can do anything, 'cause your love is so amazing, Cause your love inspires me. And when I need a friend you're always on my side, Givin' me faith to get me through the night. For a shield (for a shield) From the storm (from the storm) For a friend, for a love to keep me safe and warm. I turn to you. (I turn to you) For the strength (for the strength) To be strong for the will to carry on. For everything you do I turn to you. (oh yeah oh) For the arms to be my shelter through all the rain. For truth that will never change. For someone to lean on. For a heart I can rely on through anything. For the one who I can run to |
Soundtrack of Your Life Prompt: What songs were you listening to last year? Another loud and proud. I have seen this group in person. They are amazing! The drum beat throbs and carries you along. I was drawn in the first time I heard them. It was quite an experience. 5 drummers and a piper can drown out a full marching pipe band! I also love the video shots of Scotland. When they came to Canada the first time in 2018(?) I saw them. Here is a longer taste of their music... |
| Soundtrack of Your Life Prompt: What songs were you listening to last year? This one is listened to loud and proud. My original name is Henderson. A proud Canadian with Scottish roots. Amy Grant's version of this is lovely. It gets my heart going brings a smile to my face. I also have this as my phone's ring tone. |
Soundtrack for Your Life Prompt: What were you listening to last year? Killing Me Softly With His Words - Citizen Queen A female acappella group. Very cool. I love this song. They don't do a bad version. They add some wonderful dimension to this song. A little history from Wikipedia: Killing Me Softly with His Song" is a song composed by Charles Fox with lyrics by Norman Gimbel. The lyrics were written in collaboration with Lori Lieberman after she was inspired by a Don McLean performance in late 1971. Lieberman released her version of the song in 1972, but it did not chart. The song has been covered by many other artists. The original was done by... Lori Leiberman in 1972, but I always like the Fugees version (more soul). Which one do you like? Fugees version - Black Brilliance is celebrated today in our schools. |
Soundtrack for Your Life Prompt: What were you listening to last year? The Sound of Silence - Pentatonix Beautiful rendition. I think I like this version better, although the original is sweet. The Original - Simon and Garfunkel A little about the meaning - from Wikipedia: Simon wrote "The Sound of Silence" when he was 21 years old,[9][10] with Simon explaining that the song was written in his bathroom, where he turned off the lights to better concentrate.[11] "The main thing about playing the guitar, though, was that I was able to sit by myself and play and dream. And I was always happy doing that. I used to go off in the bathroom, because the bathroom had tiles, so it was a slight echo chamber. I'd turn on the faucet so that water would run (I like that sound, it's very soothing to me) and I'd play. In the dark. 'Hello darkness, my old friend / I've come to talk with you again.'"[12] According to Garfunkel, the song was first developed in November, but Simon took three months to perfect the lyrics, which he claims were entirely written on February 19, 1964.[13] Garfunkel, introducing the song at a live performance (with Simon) in Harlem, June 1966, summed up the song's meaning as "the inability of people to communicate with each other, not particularly intentionally but especially emotionally, so what you see around you are people unable to love each other." A few lyrics: Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams, I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never shared And no one dared Disturn the sounds of silence. And a little extra Pentaonix: This is also cool - history of music in about 4 minutes. |
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