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Heartwings Love Notes 636: Labors, Laboring and Laborers Monday, September 01, 2014 (00:38:06)
Heartwings says, "Why is it called Labor Day, if it's for resting?"

When I was a child the paradox of Labor Day as a day of rest seemed a bit of a puzzle. Now of course I understand that it is intended to be in honor of labor, in particularly those termed laborers--once it was celebrated with parades. In 1882, on the suggestion of Peter J. McGuire, 10th child of a large Irish family who began working at age 11 in piano and furniture factories, the Central Labor Union of New York City held the first one. By 1887 the idea had caught on and Oregon was the first state to recognize it officially. Today all fifty states do.

All these years later Labor Day has evolved into a kind of end of summer holiday. Sadly to me, Labor Day is no longer a holiday for all because it has also become major excuse for shopping. It also signals the onset of fall and the appearance of Halloween and Thanksgiving ornaments, decorations and foods on store shelves. No doubt these have become symbols of fall in the minds of store decorators. Family gatherings and cookouts have become a major tradition for this day, so a different kind of laboring ensues--that of food preparation.

I don't remember any special significance to Labor Day when I was a child except that the all stores were closed. My family was not given to cookouts; my dad did not cook anything, probably because my mother preferred to do it, or at least so it appeared to me. Her every day labors consisted of whatever needed doing at the time, whether it was feeding the chickens--until I took that over, or making jelly from my Great Aunt's Concord grapes. I have fond fall memories of the jelly bag--a big cheesecloth bundle hanging over the sink in the kitchen dripping its juice into a container until the last of it was extracted.

Labor day seems to me to be more of a masculine holiday, with women having to do their usual tasks regardless, though men, too no doubt have lawns to mow or the equivalent. At one time Labor Day had political overtones. Growing up I never saw a Labor Day parade, though I do remember going to a Labor Day picnic in the 60's with political speeches, put on by the local Democratic Party. Today I like the thought of this day as an excuse to rest, another kind of Sunday day off. On the other hand, I may also take advantage of a day of rest from my household labors to go to the mall for some shopping.

May you honor your labor, whatever it consists of, whenever you do it.

Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert

If you wish to subscribe to Heartwings Love Notes, or have any comments, please let me know. To read past issues, go To read a wonderful book of short stories, buy Abracadabra Moonshine by Stephen Halpert on in either a Kindle or paperback format. Stephen's whimsical stories are on My poetry and other writings can also be read on under the avatar of Pujakins.
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Consequeces Sunday, August 31, 2014 (19:56:00)
I have never heard of consequences being a treatment for mental illness!
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Being on Vacation Sunday, August 24, 2014 (18:13:14)
Heartwings says, "A real rest can be had when there is nothing you have to do."

Stephen and I just have returned from wonderful week visiting family and friends in Maine. One of the reasons it was so fine for me was that I had no special obligations beyond being helpful when needed. We had an amazingly comfortable bed to sleep in, no special schedule as to when to go to sleep and when to arise, and a peaceful countryside surrounding us. The only noises came from a pair of porcupines that liked the apple tree outside our window. They weren't all that noisy, either.

I can totally relax only when there are no duties to be done, nothing to be taken care of, and no special tasks to be performed. Although we usually did, Stephen and I didn't even have to make our bed if we didn't wish to. Our gracious hostess was open to my fixing some of our meals, which made me very happy because whether I'm on vacation or not, I do love to cook. We also ate out, taking advantage of the excellent lobster to be had in the state that specializes in that delicious crustacean.

We had the luxury of a laptop computer so we could stay even with our email. That meant that unlike with past vacations I didn't have to come home to close to 200 or more emails because I didn't have access to them while I was away. A wonderful bonus indeed! We also had the good fun of staying with a friend rather than at a B&B, which meant that our personal interaction where we were was deeper and more personal than it would otherwise have been.

Being able to do only what I really wanted to do was a rare and special treat. Over and above the opportunity to sleep long, restful hours in a comfortable bed, and being able to connect with family as well as new friends, that was for me the most gratifying aspect of our recent vacation. At home there are always obligations. They may not be burdensome and I am glad to fulfill them, however not to have them is a very wonderful experience for which I am very grateful.

May you have an opportunity to enjoy a vacation from your daily tasks.

Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert

If you wish to subscribe to Heartwings Love Notes, or have any comments, please let me know. To read past issues, go To read a wonderful book of short stories, buy Abracadabra Moonshine by Stephen Halpert on in either a Kindle or paperback format. Stephen's whimsical stories are on
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The Lipogram Thursday, August 21, 2014 (03:39:00)
Writing a Lipogram

Attention fans of fixed verse forms: Would you like a refreshing break from those sonnets, villanelles, pantoums, sestinas, et al.? Try the little-known but challenging lipogram.

This form originated, according to legend, with a few writers in the dark ages of manual typewriters who, due to poverty, had to work with machines having one or more worn out or broken keys. The result was the composition of poems, stories, and even novels without the use of a full alphabet. Writers began to challenge one another to contests writing works of a prescribed length without the use of an r or an s, for example. Some letters were, of course, harder to do without than others.

The exercise as I learned it is more demanding than the sacrifice of a letter or two: (1) Choose the name of a famous person (historical figure, fictional character, poet, etc.) for the title of your poem and (2) use only the letters contained in the title to write your lipogram. It will help to use the person’s full name and find one with plenty of vowels and a variety of consonants. You may use the letters permitted as many times as you need to in order to complete your poem.

Since your available alphabet will be considerably reduced in size, you will have to make compromises in your choice of words—while still trying to make as much sense as possible. In my own lipogram below, I was referring to Persephone (in Swinburne’s “Garden of Proserpine”) but had to write, “Ceres’ girl,” because I didn’t have the letters for either “Persephone” or “Ceres’ daughter.”

Lipograms can be a real brain strain, but it’s a kick to see what kind of poem emerges. Have fun!

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Ceres' girl, Charon's charge,
Borne along hell's channel,
Wins all rueless souls
Who scorn angelic lies.

No rose will grow
In her ageless, barren lea;
Wan hirelings glean bones.
Her largess is a sallow corn.

Her reign was his song,
Her gall his wine:
No barrow on a lone hill
Conceals such sorrow.
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I want to learn languages Wednesday, August 20, 2014 (03:11:00)
Lately, my interest in anime and Japan led me to start learning Japanese (a dream that I am actively pursuing), and I realize that I really, really want to learn languages. Think I'll just stick with one for now (not to overwhelm myself), but I find languages interesting and beautiful. It's definitely a challenge, but it can also be fun. It excites me knowing how much Japanese I'll know a few years from now or even just next year. I am going to find a way to go to Tokyo, Japan one day, either as a visit or because I live there! I imagine myself on a plane gazing through the windows at the glimmering, futuristic architecture until I finally arrive! Capsule is playing in my headphones. It's a fantastic and refreshing day. And if I don't study Japanese, it's my own fault if my dream doesn't come true, so I am actively pursuing it of course. But, because I already mentioned that I want to learn languages in general, maybe in the future will try to learn an ancient language. But in Japanese, I know Katakana (just started practicing Hiragana), 200+ vocab words, and want to continue rotating through them while learning new ones to become active at writing it. The hearing it part is a bit scary, but there's no way I'm just not going to let my goal flow through the gutter. Razz I will succeed!
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Let Your Personality Walk In First Tuesday, August 19, 2014 (12:39:23)
Despite the way our society has evolved into this "beauty before brains" type of atmosphere - there are still people in this world with the most amazing personality. Some may not be the most attractive people, some may have gotten blessed with the best of both worlds - others have a tendency to shock you as they do not look as though they would be as interesting as they actually are!

Why is this?

Because our society has grown so feeble-minded and vein that we place such a heavy subconscious emphasis on beauty, looks and sex-appeal that sometimes I feel we forget the art of life - good conversation, intellectual thought, an uplifting spirit, positive energy - all of the things that help you grow as a person not just advance as a player in the game!

The next time you are in a crowded room - close your eyes, just listen. Let your attention follow the laughter in the room, pick out the break in the air where you hear one voice talking but can sense other people focused on their words. Then open your eyes - I can almost guarantee you that following personality will lead you to a completely different person in the room than you would have otherwise been attracted to based on looks alone!

Just some food for thought - Let your personality attract the attention your mind deserves! Cool
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Summers ending... Tuesday, August 19, 2014 (09:58:44)
Last couple of weeks of August... soon be autumn.
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Heartwings Love Notes 634 The Saving Conundrum Sunday, August 17, 2014 (22:53:39)
Heartwings says, "What can be saved for a time may not be saved forever."

My mother's parents lived in Germany in the thirties. Because they did not leave at the outset, they were caught in Berlin during World War II. Having lived there through the first World War they simply hunkered down and did the best they could. When the tide turned against Germany and news of the Russian invasion of Berlin reached the city they joined others who took their precious household treasures to a bank to be safely hidden in its vaults.

As luck would have it, the bank was bombed, the vaults breached, and people's possessions were plundered. However, because too many had come, my grandparents trunk filled with silver and linens was walled up along with others, in a separate part of that bank. Their goods survived, and a few years later some of them including an assortment of miniature silver survived and came to the States with my grandmother. I was given this collection of beautifully crafted objects and for a few years they sat in a glass cabinet in my bedroom.

I left home to get married at eighteen and never saw them again. Another collection in that cabinet--dolls dressed in the native costumes of many countries also vanished. I was never allowed to play with them; they were "look-ats." I didn't really miss them and never asked what happened to them. Perhaps my father gave them away. Being somewhat spontaneous and a bit capricious in his behavior he was apt to do that sort of thing. I had other things to think about and never really looked back.

Now all these years later I am faced with wanting to save things I have no room for. Unlike the miniature silver, these items are of no special value except to me. They are small mementoes that I treasure from friends and family. One is a pettipoint embroidery covered box that was in Stephen's family. There are ceramics hand painted by an artist in Italy, lovely small ornate boxes given me by dear ones, a silver egg cup I have owned since I was a young child and more. I can't bear to part with any of them and I have nowhere to display them. I am faced with a conundrum that I cannot resolve.

May you find room for all that you treasure that brings you joy.

Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert

If you wish to subscribe to Heartwings Love Notes, or have any comments, please let me know. To read past issues, go To read a wonderful book of short stories, buy Abracadabra Moonshine by Stephen Halpert on in either the Kindle or the paperback edition. Stephen's funny stories and other entertaining writings can be read on Tasha's poetry can be read at under the avatar of Pujakins.
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Modernization of Open Mic Sunday, August 17, 2014 (14:05:30)
I remember when Open Mic Night was at local coffee shops, cafes and literally underground bars that were occupied by artists, creative minds and real wholesome people. It seems like now they are hosted everywhere and have merged every art form that is willing to gather under one roof. No real appreciation for all art - just who you came to see.

I remember the days I sat sipping my amaretto coffee and starring at my brownie sundae (my usual and worst possible before-performance snack ritual), just listening to the pieces being performed before mine - their tone, their influx, their aura. While I may have heard music in my head accompanying some of those pieces, there was never music actually playing - as there is now! I'm not sure if I like that either.

Poetry and spoken word should be just that - words. Nothing more than your personality and emotions strengthening the power of those words - not music. Poetry is music. Shouldn't that be enough?

Are there any good poetry venues left out there?
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Homecoming Thursday, August 14, 2014 (19:43:00)
This weekend my husband, my sister and I are driving 8 hours north to my cousin's wedding in a tiny out of the way town called Barkerville. I'm sure the wedding will be beautiful and fun, but the real exciting part of this trip is that we're making a short detour to Sheridan Lake on the way up.

Growing up, I spent every summer at this lake, and I haven't been there since I was 16. But Sheridan Lake occupies a huge place in my world. It's where I learned to fish, swim, drive a boat, tie a fly, catch a frog, build a fire, build a fort, shoot a slingshot, and make a whistle out of a willow branch. It's where I got chicken pox and sunstroke, where I read The Chronicles of Narnia for the first time. It's where I became afraid of fireworks, but learned not to fear thunder, or snakes, or fish guts.

Sheridan Lake is one of the central images of my childhood. My poems are littered with references to it: rainbow trout, the goose field, chironomids, sedge flies, the pine forests, and on and on. Most of the fishing references in my poems were born here. And I haven't been there in 17 years.

It's a little out of the way on our drive, but my husband suggested we make the detour, and I couldn't be more excited. And slightly nervous. Will it look the same? Will the general store still be there? Will the boulders at the point still hide schools of minnows? Will the pond at the end of the back road still be there, and will it be alive with frogs? Have the beavers put down roots, or have they been forced out? Will the water by the cable crossing be clear like green glass? Are there still chickadees? Are my initials still carved into the birch tree? Is the big grey A-Frame cottage still called The Dew Drop Inn? Can you still pull a boat through the swamp where the big island is pinched in the middle? Are the flies hatching? Will it feel like home, or will I feel like a stranger?
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Fundraising is Going Strong! Thursday, August 14, 2014 (19:30:00)
Thank you to all members who have been donating to the Saving Got Poetry account! We currently have 15 committed monthly recurring donations and 5 small businesses that are willing to help us keep the site alive and thriving!

I have set up a static page on a few websites explaining the cause and introducing GP to the world - Feel free to pass it around! CLICK HERE for Saving Got Poetry Project
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Thanks Wednesday, August 13, 2014 (17:45:36)
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A Perfect World Wednesday, August 13, 2014 (13:43:06)
Despite being a very cranky girl today - I am going to smile and pretend everything is exactly how I wish it to be in my version of a perfect world...I guess that's how you make a perfect world.
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Saving Got Poetry! - Keeping the Site Alive ... Monday, August 11, 2014 (23:37:24)
I wanted to take this opportunity to personally thank John for his idea and courage in creating the GP community and keeping it going all these years. Over the last few weeks, I have watched members of this community showcase their gratitude, appreciation and respect to an individual that has successfully brought writers from around the world together on multiple levels.
Very Happy

In addition to the personal admiration and attachment I have to and for the community, John's effort in keeping the site together is one that I feel strongly about keeping alive! As such, I will be purchasing the site from John, preserving the same community-based operation we have all grown to love and adding a few upgrades and perks to boot!

Over the last week or so, myself and fellow community members have been posting information regarding site changes, ideas and opportunities for any members that would like to join in the effort of keeping the site alive. A donation account has been set up specifically for the purchase and maintenance of the site, however, I am also looking for any member interesting in joining the existing staff in curating the various sections of the site!
Cool Laughing Razz

Feel free to inbox me for details and information!
For Donations towards the Saving Got Poetry Fund Use the Button Below. Let's show the world just how strong of a community we are!
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For My Kittens Monday, August 11, 2014 (18:19:00)
I found you a zither.

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