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phishy |
things lately.... |
Wednesday, May 22, 2013 (09:36:56) |
i am sitting at my desk here at work, on a wednesday morning - wondering what on earth i am doing here when i have been booked off for the full week - then i remember who i work for: MY DAD. there is no such thing as a recovery time in this place anymore - especially not for me. i am the Deity of Dedication it seems - i am always here, first to arrive, last to leave and i work myself to the bone each and every day, not to mention that i get the calls at midnight enquiring about a coil or a plate or some other random piece of steel that happens to have been spotted in the warehouse.
i have been trying really hard lately to balance my wonderful little family life with my working life, my free time, my fun time with me or with Daniel along with a hint of time in order to scribble one of the few theories into a legible decipherable collection of vocabulary... i am so enthusiastic to have all of my pieces read, rated and favourited {doing well so far, have nearly 15 poieces <3 } but i have no idea how to promote my older works and get them seen as well.
i am not going through my bestest-est-est-est writing period at the moment not for lack of creation or inspiration but because it all feels like its been written before, its been said before and its been interpreted before. i need to find that wrinkle of a style that i seem to have misplaced. my writings are becoming so factual, so clear and concise - nothing like the guessing game my dramatisations used to become through the inking of them. forgive me as i dig for my own creativity once again, i have put it somewhere while getting used to the baby in the house and having our own house as well.... i have no idea where to even begin but as i sift through the remnants of nights spent dotted with blotchy blue, i am sure i will recognise the old friend...
return to me.....
.... talent which has been stolen from me.....
fulfill these writhing imaginings with believable fantasia....
i BEG OF YOU>>>  |
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MoZark |
Faded dream |
Monday, May 20, 2013 (12:13:54) |
Faded dream
When I was young I always wanted a motorcycle, after I got out of the service I got married had a family; couldn’t afford to get killed and leave them without a father and husband. My wife has pasted and the children have moved on. Last Friday I bought a motor scooter, that’s as close to a motorcycle as this old body can handle. For some reason that dream I had all those years remains unfulfilled. |
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Bhangu |
Motherly Love |
Monday, May 20, 2013 (04:40:00) |
The last winter, I saw a stray bitch sitting huddled with her puppies at the rear of my house (Herds of stray dogs can be seen in India). I felt pity for her and tried my best to give her my best. She got scared and ran away plaintively. To my utmost amazement I noticed, the next morning, the same animal sitting close to carcass of one the puppies while others were sleeping in the sun close by. I noticed a classic example of motherly love in her while she was staring at me as if saying that her kid is dead. And, I mourned the loss of her kid in my mind.  |
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Pujakins |
Heartwings Love Notes 571 On Being Retired |
Monday, May 20, 2013 (01:44:45) |
Heartwings says, "Being retired doesn't mean you sit and do nothing."
Until very recently, I've never thought of myself as retired. My life didn't fit my original definition of what I thought that meant. Nor did I understand what being retired did mean. Then as I was changing the bed one day I was struck by a thought. Within limits I could do pretty much anything I wanted any given day. Of course that day could bring various obligations, appointments, deadlines--not many but some, as well as the beckonings of opportunity, yet even those are nearly all by my choice.
When I was a child I used to think grownups could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Like going to bed: If I were grown up, I reasoned, I could go to bed any time I wanted. I could even stay up all night if I wished! Of course, I soon found out the truth. For most of my adult life I was at the beck and call of life in the form of family, society, and the obligations of living. However, I have now left much of that behind.
I never did have a 9-5 job. Mine was always pretty much 24-7 care of family and then for the last 30 plus years, running our business with Stephen. Once I thought being retired meant sitting around doing little to nothing. Actually it means I have the time to do all the little tasks and chores I didn't when I had a house and youngsters or business obligations to fill my days. These days there is no special reason to polish the silver picture frames or tidy my bureau drawers until I feel a need to.
Do I feel retired? Not by my original definition. Have I retired? Yes, actually. I have retired from active duty, so to speak. However, I am always on duty in the sense that I will continue to care for my surroundings and for those I love even if it is more frequently with phone calls and emails rather than home cooking and mending. I welcome with open arms the freedom of choice that goes with retirement. It is the unexpected, unanticipated bonus at the other end of life and something I always wanted as a child.
When your time comes may you find fulfillment in your retirement as well as joy.
Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert
To enjoy more Love notes or to sign up for a free weekly subscription, please be sure to visit www.heartwingslovenotes.com. To order Tasha's very special book of inspirational writing and poetry Heartwings: Love Notes for a Joyous Life, go to Amazon.com. To chuckle over some enjoyable humorous writing, please visit www.funnywrite.com and enjoy the humor posted there not only by my husband Stephen and his friend Ken, but by others as well. In addition, there are also opportunities for readers to contribute. |
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fogglethorpe |
Yes |
Sunday, May 19, 2013 (15:58:55) |
“I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes.
After that I liked jazz music.
Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way.
I used to not like God because God didn't resolve. But that was before any of this happened.”
-Donald Miller, from his book Blue Like Jazz |
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doris |
ICA with a preschooler |
Friday, May 17, 2013 (11:46:38) |
We visited the contemporary art museum here in town the other day. It is situated on the water with a gorgeous view of boats and birds. The art is uninspiring and sometimes confusing. The confusing that makes one wonder if the curator is on some psychotropic drugs. All was not lost though because the building has one gallery completely void of "art" and showcases the expansive windows overlooking the water and benches to sit and view it. Genius, as a halfway mark between one scratched head to another.
My daughter loved everything about it, the highlight being the bread pudding at the end however. But she loved the foolish excess of stacked television sets (hasn't this been done a thousand times?), the curved wall with hundreds of cheap frames nailed to it, the cut out paper stapled to the walls and ceilings in a room stacked with wooden somethings, the videos of nonsense, the Native American drum beats, the broken elevator, the free pamphlets, the seagull that pooped on the walkway before the door. |
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maryanns |
Time and Tide |
Monday, May 13, 2013 (18:04:00) |
A rare metamorphosis of sorts
time and tide recede in the distance
snow melt blends with salt from the sea
mud flats bake in the heat of the sun
as the moon moves on to the west.
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Pujakins |
Heartwings Love Notes 570: My Mother Used to Say |
Sunday, May 12, 2013 (19:28:58) |
Heartwings says, "What a parent says can become an enduring guideline."
My mother used to say things I enjoy remembering. One of her favorite responses was, "In a hundred years will anyone care?" She didn't believe in getting too upset over anything because after all, what good did it do? As a more emotional person, I have found this sentence to be quite useful to remember when I get overly excited about what didn't go as I planned or expected.
If she had lost something she would exclaim, "Someone stole my..." I said this a lot until I realized I was dooming my search. After all if it were stolen, how would I ever find it? If someone else sought a missing item she might say, "The house never looses anything." That is true. Yet sometimes it seems that someone borrows an item and returns it when no one is looking because the item is found somewhere I had carefully looked.
With hand sewing, Mama was very specific about how long the thread should be. She illustrated her point with a story. It seems the Devil and a tailor had a contest for the tailor's soul. Each was to make a coat. The Devil threaded his needle only once meaning he had to run around the garment three times for every stitch he took. The tailor, using many shorter lengths of thread, easily won the contest. I remembered that when I get out my needle and thread.
Born in Germany just prior to WWI her childhood was overshadowed by wartime food shortages. As a result she would say, "You can't leave the table until you finish everything on your plate. Food must not be wasted." I learned to swallow pieces of liver like pills. In the time since I have evolved creatively as a cook by not wasting leftovers. On this and every Mother's Day I give thanks for her presence in my life. She always did the best she could.
May you have good guidance you remember and honor the one who gave it.
Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert |
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Zbird |
Workshop forums |
Sunday, May 12, 2013 (12:32:25) |
| I have been trying to post in the coffee shop various challenges for other GP users. This is my attempt at reminding GP users there is so much more to GP than posting poems and waiting for comments and ratings. There is a lot going on here! explore! have fun! |
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FuchsiaFestival! |
12 years! |
Wednesday, May 08, 2013 (15:43:00) |
| This might sound strange, but twelve years went by super fast. I'm graduating this week without a known direction for me to go in life, but regardless of the uncertainty, I'm excited. I'm undecided about my major (I have a few ideas) and when I will have my own place, but things will work out. I can't use mental illness as an excuse NOT to succeed, because it isn't. About a couple of weeks ago, I was at a psych unit to get help for my problems, and the doctor put me back on Risperdal (which I was taken off of for about a month to see if my headaches would go away). What I'm trying to say here is that my life is gradually being put back together. And I'm being brought closer to the adult world everyday. A high-paying job, more friends, a nice place to live, and later in life, perhaps a husband. |
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fogglethorpe |
Flower in the Crannied Wall by Lord Alfred Tennyson |
Tuesday, May 07, 2013 (17:18:47) |
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower -but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is. |
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doris |
Party |
Monday, May 06, 2013 (14:54:06) |
| There is nothing that a couple of friends, some fine food, a tasty beverage and laughter can't fix. |
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Pujakins |
Haertwings 569: The Cherish of Mending |
Monday, May 06, 2013 (00:12:37) |
Heartwings says, "The way we cherish is to care for and help as best we can."
I have a number of small family treasures related to sewing. My grandmother's sewing table serves as my night stand. I also have her traveling sewing kit. The small leather case has long since cracked from time and use. I keep it wrapped in a drawer, though I use its gold thimble from time to time. I also have a pair of tiny sewing scissors from my German grandmother, whom I saw for only a short time in my early teens when she came briefly to the States.
My dear mother did me a wonderful turn when she paid for me to have sewing lessons with a retired show business seamstress who lived down the street. While the seamstress was entertaining me with colorful stories, she taught me to darn, patch, sew and mend with the stitches appropriate to these tasks. I am very grateful to have been able to use these skills to repair and refurbish my wardrobe as well as that of members of my family.
There was a time when clothing was much more scarce and expensive than it is now. No part of any material was wasted, and clothing was invariably re-cut and refashioned until it wore out. The remaining pieces were then made into a quilt. When I see this kind of old patchwork quilt I always think to myself of the cherishing that went into the making of it, and the woman's handwork that left a part of herself in the finished product
I have often offered to do any needed mending for friends. I love the idea that some of my energy will be incorporated into clothing he or she will wear. As well, for me there is great satisfaction to be found in mending. There is something quite special in restoring a garment to use. Best of all, as I mend feel that in a very small way I have become a part of my friend's lives in some concrete fashion. My little contribution is one way I have found to cherish those I care for and love.
May you find ways to cherish those you love and care for too.
Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert
For more Love Notes or to subscribe: www.heartwingslovenotes.com.
Domestic Tranquility, conversations between me and Stephen, and Cooking with Tasha are posted on You Tube under Stephen and Tasha Halpert.
For Stephen's and other humorous writing go to: www.funnywrite.com
To view Stephen's art, go to www.stephenhalpert.com. |
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