You are what you write. Illusion and Reality...I reside in between. Where are you?
UNDERSTAND THAT REDIRECTING CIVILIZATION is a major undertaking. You can write volumes about it and who will listen? But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn. You know that.|
Playwright Anton Chekkov said, "People don't notice whether it is winter or summer if they are happy." Do you agree with him? Why or Why not? Would you say you are happier during the summer than other seasons? Why or Why not?
Funny question for me...
I live in Belize. That's in Central America, east of Mexico's Yucatan, Guatemala and Honduras. That's tropical, Caribbean climate, SUMMER ALL THE TIME. Well, we do get cold fronts blowing down from southern US, and the temps drop down to 75 degrees. I have to wear a long-sleeve shirt and use a light-weight quilt at night. Brrrr...
When I left Wyoming, I left a big box of winter gear: parka, snowboots, snow pants, scarfs, gloves, long underwear, heavy socks, sweaters, wool shirts, heavy pants. That went along with the snowmobile and sleds. I lived on top of a mountain at 8,600 altitude. We had WINTER for at least six months. The roads were usually plowed open by mid-June.
The car had to be parked about two miles from the house. I used the snowmobile to commute to and from the parking area. The rest of the road was groomed as a snowmobile trail, which was great. Then the twenty-two miles to town over snowpacked mountain roads down to the town. It meant changing outer clothes several times each day. There was always the consideration of staying in town after dark and having to do that clothing and snowmobile process up where there are no lights. Also there were a couple very steep, icy, snowpacked, rutted hills that had to be negotiated. A few times I had to give up back down and return to town to stay at a friends place. Not a happy time for my dog and cats up on the mountain.
Usually everything worked OK. I loved the mountain forest in the snow. Shoveling it was not fun, and bringing in extra fire wood was not fun, and shoveling snow into the cistern for summer water was backbreaking, but still. I LOVED THE WINTER ON THE MOUNTAIN.
That's all behind me now, and tropical paradise is the place to be. I notice that it snowed in Wyoming yesterday at higher elevations. I imagine what I'm missing and laugh!
Living in Summertime Happiness...>>>iggy
Well, thanks to Weekly Goals, I usually manage to post my immediate to-dos every Monday. And that means going on the Internet to WDC to see the daily prompt from Blog City. I try to do a new blog post every day, but lots of real-life stuff can get in the way. Like our third-world quality Internet service that can slow down or disappear for a while (or a day). My time online is limited to about 100-megabits a day. So I'm downloading almost everything to read offline. This really limits my reading other blog posts on Blog City. I get to that maybe once a week.
I have a commitment to post an in-depth review every week for the WYRM group. These are chapter by chapter reviews of novels. The group is reviewing my novel, Knights of Sparrow. Right now I am working on what I hope will be the final chapter, number forty-four. That would be No. 1 on my to-do list!
I am also reviewing another novel, War Queen on a review exchange through FSFS. And that can be more than one review a week if the chapters are shorter.
Now I am house-sitting and not aboard the sailboat. So life gets interesting and more complicated. Just photographed a wedding last Saturday and this week finished processing and editing the 90 photographs that are going on a DVD for the bride and groom. Prints and albums are up to them or their families. So I can check that off the to-do list.
There's daily stuff like feeding the dogs, watering the plants, dishes, cooking, laundry, etc. But that's not to-do, that's life! And I love my life.
Peace and Love...>>>iggy
The best dreams I ever had were of FLYING. Being weightless and able to move in the air, through the air with grace and ease. This was not once, but many times over many years. The flying dreams still occur once in a while.
I was trained as a dancer and often in dreams I would be on stage performing and in some kind of turn or leap, I would simply leave the floor and continue in the air. Other times I would be in a gym or on a huge stage and just practicing floating and flying. The transition to weightless always was in the mind with some concentration. The feeling is amazing.
When I was much younger I had many dreams of flying face down over an endless patterned carpet, like Persian designs. There was never a beginning or an ending. And somehow I knew I was sleeping to accomplish this. Those dreams were vivid and I’ve never forgotten them.
I have no idea what these experiences mean except they were very pleasurable. Flying is a definite skill set of my dream self.
Prompt: What would it be like to have a secret place, imaginary or real, where you’d like to go to escape from the grind of everyday life? Can you describe the landscape of such a place for you?
I think when I moved into the sailboat in the marina in Belize, I left the grind of everyday life behind. And now I’m housesitting for several different places. All tropical paradise kind of locations. This would include the Caribbean Ocean, palm trees, some beach, palapas and docks, swiming pool. Big house, big screen TV, and food to eat. I shot a wedding on Saturday so even have some more income. How’s that for escaping the ‘grind’?
And another bit of news, I enjoyed this morning.
How Arctic ice has made fools of all those poor warmists
Two events last week brought yet further twists to one of the longest-running farces of our modern world. One was the revelation by the European Space Agency that in 2013 and 2014, after years when the volume of Arctic ice had been diminishing, it increased again by as much as 33 per cent.
The other was that Canadian scientists studying the effect of climate change on Arctic ice from an icebreaker had to suspend their research, when their vessel was called to the aid of other ships trapped in the thickest summer ice seen in Hudson Bay for 20 years.
It seems the created illusion of warming has a frozen solid reality. Ha!
Peace & Love...>>>iggy
My question would be, do you mean my art? If so I have a couple paintings that I enjoyed working on.
The birds were on my balcony in Tehran and the mountain in the background is Damavand, and the grapevine is very old from a village wall.
The end of the Mayas is the moment their world would change forever.
These paintings are acrylic on canvas, about 2’x3; the shapes are cropped due to image restrictions in WDC. But putting photos into a blog is cool!
Of the artists of the world, I love all of it and have no favorites.
Prompt: "Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."
George Bernard Shaw Do you agree?
I don’t think I agree with George’s statement. Some people really have to find themselves. Actually most young teens certainly have to face that struggle. And who’s to help? Their parents? Their friends, if they have any close ones. Their teachers, if they’re lucky. And then there’s experiences both good and bad.
I also see smart and clever individuals who have created a persona. Maybe bold and aggressive, maybe cool or sexy, super moms or dads, the exceptional athlete. It goes on and on. But who are they really? We know they have fears and insecurities well hidden. How often have you heard, “She’s actually a pretty nice person, once you get to know her.” Or, “He’s not like that really. He just has a hard time meeting new people.”
If a person is honest with self and feels comfortable, is that created? Is a personality something that evolves over time and without conscious thought created? Is a person who’s ego drives them to behave in a certain way (good or bad) doing it without knowing? Are they disconnected from self?
I believe some folks stumble along through life never knowing who they really are or could be. They eat, sleep, watch television and their iPhone if they’re lucky to have those amenities.
People that are hungry and worried about when they’re going to eat again have a different perspective on life. All the millions who live in poverty with kids spend little time worrying about finding themselves, other than into a different situation. Some become very strong, knowledgeable, loving individuals, and they didn’t create it or plan it that way. Go figure.
We’re all born with the raw materials. After that it is a puzzle to solve.
How’s your puzzle?...>>>iggy
Prompt: Trees: We get many material uses out of trees. Are there any other intangible, artistic, or philosophical uses of them that come to your mind?
This a repost of an old blog because it says what I wanted for this one.
When I was writing Tears of the Willow, I lived in Ridgeway, Ontario. Just down the road there was a huge Willow tree fed by an irrigation ditch. The tree grew right beside the road. I could stand on the bridge and touch some of the lower branches. It became a habit to walk down and visit that old tree every day I was at home writing. It became the symbol for my book.
There is something eternal and extremely powerful with the spirit of these old living creatures that must stand in one place observing all that passes by and goes on around their ever expanding trunk.
When I lived on a mountain in Wyoming, there was one of the very old, original Lodge-pole Pines that survived numerous forest fires that destroyed almost all of those trees. It was so big, I could only reach about one-third of the way around it. I used to walk down and give it a hug every few days. Again so ancient and enduring. It's still there as I'm sure the Willow is still gracefully draped over the ditch after returning after another difficult winter of snow and ice.
In Belize we still have some of the Royal Palms that grow very tall and elegant. Some planted, I'm sure by some of the original settlers. The buildings may have disintegrated to rot and insects, but the trees on the impressive entrance still survive.
It is very humbling to realize the uncounted years of human existence these very long-lived entities have patiently observed and silently endured.
Long live the trees! >>>iggy
Prompt: Rebecca Solnit says: “Writing is saying to no one and to everyone the things it is not possible to say to someone. Or rather writing is saying to the no one who may eventually be the reader those things one has no someone to whom to say them.” Do you think she is referring to writing in relation to solitude? What do you think on the subject where your writing is concerned?
I think Ms. Solnit is writing to express herself with no intention or concern that anyone might or should read what she has written. It is purely self-expression. If there is stuff in your head that needs to get out, writing it down often helps clarify and resolve some of the concerns. Writing for self can also be a simple exercise in writing. Training your brain to express using language that makes sense.
Look at what people do with journals and diaries. They write to keep a record of their daily life and thoughts with no intention that anyone else would read them. I have maybe forty years of journals. It's better than my brain for remembering where and when and who. Before digital media it was all hand written in books that are too heavy to carry around now, so they sit in a trunk in far-off Wyoming.
I have used automatic writing for many years to see what's there. And a great deal of the images and concepts of my novels started from those early writing. And many of the characters evolved out of the automatic stuff. That's definitely writing in solitude, but with no plan or conscious intent. Just being relaxed enough to do that---without trying to judge or direct the stream, can be very difficult. As soon as you do, the automatic part evaporates. It is a different kind of discipline. I guess like a form of meditation.
So, is it a form of channeling from another dimension, from another part of my soul, from another layer within my own mind? I don't know. But it works for me.
Prompt: Create something with an unwise owl, a disloyal dog, a demanding cat, a slow rabbit and a fast turtle.. story, poem, make it yours.
ACROSS A SHORT-CUT LAWN
The slow rabbit hopped deliberately,
Barely half-an-inch above the short-cut lawn,
Mowed and trimed and watered liberally,
To reach the patch of carrots before the dawn.
The unwise owl observed the rabbit’s progress
Wondering at the reason why,
The bunnie’s slowness might be less,
If he were to flap his longish ears and fly.
Across the neat and short-cut lawn,
Another creature flashed with speed,
To reach the patch before the dawn,
A surprise to see the fast turtle’s lead.
On the sidewalk beside the lawn,
A disloyal dog pulled off his leash,
The fragile leather he had gnawed,
To break and run and never cease.
The disloyal dog chased the cat,
And stumbled over the turtle speeding,
and fell headlong into the rabbit’s lap,
To disrupt the race that he’d been leading.
To the utter amusement of the demanding cat,
The rabbit flapped his ears in high frustration,
To see a dog rolling end to end and landing flat,
On his carrot of choce a cruel tantalization.
The unwise owl was deeply fasincated,
By the how the accident changed his perception,
As the fast turtle rushed past unabated,
And the chase continued without interuption.
The rabbit still got his carrot to munch,
The turtle out of sight and very much long gone,
The dog getting winded and worried for lunch,
And the cat strutting across the well-kept short-cut lawn.
Peace and Love...>>> iggy
Do you have any suggestions to keep our blogging on track? I know some of you are not in summer right now but you probably have the same fatal attraction with real life... as those of us here in the states. Help, what works for you?
I worry about all this stuff all the time. How do you make a difference?
This is a society that is absolutely addicted to entertainment. Did you know that the average American spends more than 10 hours a day plugged in to some form of media. Are those minds being directed to a certain track? What kind of influence is being exerted on teenagers and bored adults? I see SMS being changed into live video, instantly transferred. What kind of content is in that? Do you know?
Once upon a time, we were one of the most loved nations on the entire planet.
Now we are one of the most hated. Bloggers might research and comment on that idea.
“The debt-fueled prosperity that so many of us take for granted is about to come to a screeching halt, and we are about to enter the hardest times that any of us have ever known. And I am not just talking about economics either.” How close is that prediction to your current reality?
People who have already done the research say, “We are about to enter a “perfect storm” that is going to shake this country in just about every possible way that it can be shaken. So I hope that you will truly savor this summer – days like this will not come around again any time soon. What about summer now compared to summer ten-years ago?
What is the true state of the United States of America? They keep talking about the American Sheeple and when they might wake up. Narrow it down to your life, your community, your neighborhood. When did you wake up? That's worth about ten blogs.
If you are plugged into blogging---give it value, move beyond entertainment and amusement. If you are in Canada or Europe there are more challenges. Change is happening all around us.
Peace and Love...>>>iggy