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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

Hitchhiking Ghost: JNW’s Halloween Challenge, Ghost

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We almost stopped to pick up this hitchhiking apparition, but my driver lost his nerve at the last minute.  I was looking forward to the ghost stories, but oh, well.  Perhaps it got a ride with a sheetmetal truck or a sghoulbus!

Addendum:  Since posting this photo, all sorts of strange things have been happening.  First of all, after I put it on my desktop, when I tried to access it to reduce the size and use the color edit tool, I was told I didn’t have permission to view it and had to go through all sorts of rituals including rebooting to be get access.

Then, once in my media file and on my posted blog, suddenly WP would  let me view my post in edit mode only, and the permalink didn’t work.  Eventually, I got access to the URL by viewing it in Reader and copying the URL to send Jennifer a pingback.

Now I am sure that we did indeed pick up this hitchhiker who is residing in my MacBook Air.  I am hoping on November 2, she will again be on her way—doomed to wander the backroads of this world forever.  Don’t you love her shoulder pads and tiara???

https://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/09/01/jnws-halloween-challenge/

Marigolds at the Beach: Flower of the Day, Oct. 2, 2016

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Frida and I took a stroll on the San Juan Cosala Malecon today and found these beauties growing by a makeshift beach lean-to restaurant.  So vivid against all the paler colors.  More photos of that stroll in a later blog.

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/01/flower-of-the-day-october-2-2016-raindrops-and-poppy/

Sunday Trees255 Challenge

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Looks like autumn is approaching Prince Edward Island.

https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2016/10/02/sunday-trees-255/

Judy’s “Prompt Answers” Challenge #1: Dastardly Words.

Dastardly Words

Because it is a rainy rainy day and too wet, even, to make my way down to my studio, I’m going to recruit your efforts in trying to keep me busy and out of trouble. With this in mind, I’m posting a challenge for you to tell me the word you hate most in the English language. (This challenge was prompted by Helen Miekle’s absolute refusal to answer this question.  To console myself, I’m calling upon friendly bloggers to show me theirs if I show them mine.)  Not really fair, as if you’ve followed me for awhile, you already know that the word I hate most in the world is . . .. Nope, can’t say it.  Instead, I’ll reblog this poem I wrote about it a few years ago:

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Empty Praise

There was a time when awesome really meant ”inspiring awe”—
events like the moon landing that made one drop one’s jaw,
sights of numbing beauty or achievements of great skill,
art pieces by the masters or achievements of great will.

Yosemite is awesome and so is Everest.
Those climbing it are awesome.You know they are the best.
But today the word has fallen into widespread use—
ubiquitous right to the point where it’s become abuse.

Rap music is most awesome, as is that way-cool blouse.
You drive an awesome car and live inside an awesome house.
My friend’s boyfriend is awesome. So are her dog and cat.
Her garden blooms are awesome, like her new purse and her hat.

You might have guessed by now that awesome’s not my favorite word.
I think the overuse of it is frankly quite absurd.
This pizza is not awesome, though you may find me petty
for saying it is merely good, and so is the spaghetti.

Your child is lovely, so’s your dress, your silverware and smile.
But none of them are awesome—that word brings up my bile.
Please use some other word for it—some adjectival jaw full.
Because in my opinion, using awesome’s simply awful!!

 

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So now that I’ve told you mine, please participate in this challenge in one of two ways. Either post your answer in your own blog with a link to this post and a link to your blog in my comments section, or simply answer in the comments section of this blog posting. It won’t take long, so please participate and if I receive enough words, I promise to make a poem out of them.

Update: I’ve written the poem! You can see it HERE.

Spending Time

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Spending Time

What do you value most, my friend? What carries you through life?
Have you friends and children? A husband or a wife?
If what we find of value in all the world contains
all we carry with us when youth and vigor wanes,
would you choose a portrait of all that you have had
that points your view toward happier times as the world turns sad,
or would you choose a camera that points you at the world––
all these younger lives than yours, about to come unfurled?
Whatever gives us life at first, then takes it all away
really only gives us what we have today
to value and make use of. So I want to be bolder,
looking straight ahead of me and not over my shoulder.
Though every hour has value, and every second in it,
the only time we have to spend is the coming minute.

The prompt word today is “value.”

Zeroing in: Flower of the Day, October 1, 2016

 

I don’t know what these rather innocuous-looking flowers are, but they got more interesting as I cropped closer and closer.  I hadn’t even noticed the visitor taking a sip until my very last crop! You’ll need to click on the last photo to see him, probably.

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/01/flower-of-the-day-october-2-2016-raindrops-and-poppy/

Incredible Painting Demo

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This video demonstration of painting via the marbeling process is absolutely incredible, even if you are not a Van Gogh or art fan:

https://www.facebook.com/garipayart/videos/10154280182523921/

Sweet Little Pain

The prompt word for the weekly photo challenge was “Nostalgia.’

 

 

All of these photos were taken on Prince Edward Island, Canada.

“On Doing What’s Normal When Things Turn to Shit” (Red’s Wrap reblog)

“Normal has an extraordinary glow of comfort when things are turning to shit. Normal is your mother’s hand on your cheek. Normal is the blanket of your youth pulled up to your neck, your head deep in billowy pillows that only this morning seemed due for replacement. Normal is precious, rich, unique, a reward for suffering long or short.

When something terrible happens, we want normal. It might be just one fine thing that is normal while all around cascades terrible, freakish, unbelievable things but if this one normal thing can occur, then we can settle down, rest, and stop careening around, a BB in a bare room.

This morning’s paper detailed the criticism aimed at President Obama for going about his normal schedule in light of the plane shot down over Ukraine and the ever-ratcheted up conflict between Israel and Palestine. He should be at the White House, act like a Commander in Chief…”

This is an excerpt from an excellent excellent piece about how to combat the manifold ills of the world by stubbornly exercising normalcy.  Will Durant has made the same argument, but this modern day consideration of the matter is succinctly and intelligently written by Jan Wilberg, as is the norm in her award-winning blog, Red’s Wrap.  To read the entire essay, go HERE.  While you are there, you might as well “follow” her.  You won’t be sorry.

 

A Passing Grace

“Graceful” is today’s prompt word.

A Passing Grace

Where is the grace in our swift world?
Does it lie hidden, obscurely curled
In younger limb or nimbler spine,
in movement smooth and gesture fine?
As I pondered over this,
I started to feel hunger’s hiss,
so fed the dogs their morning meat,
then turned my mind to what I’d eat.

I piled my bowl with bran and berries
and when it came to choice of dairies?
Ice cream if I must be truthful.
(My eating habits, at least, are youthful.)
I headed for the dining room
and then—a crash and solid boom
as I went down with flail and swish,
having stepped in Frida’s dish.

I landed flat—leg, arm and head.
As for the bowl? The bowl is dead.
As it exploded in dust and shard,
berries, cream and bran hit hard
and efficiently dispersed themselves
o’er floor and cabinets and shelves
as I lay moaning on the floor
with swelling ankle and what’s more—

a skinned up arm and throbbing knee—
bemoaning what was wrong with me.
Where is the grace in our swift world?
Does it lie hidden, obscurely curled
In younger limb—or nimbler spine?
It’s clear it is not lodged in mine!
For whatever other talents I’ve got,
when it comes to “graceful,” I am not.

Here are the graceful creatures I had intended to write about: