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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.

Beautiful Sheridan

Dozens of remarkable bronzes line the city streets and public places of Sheridan, Wyoming, a remarkable western town in the Bighorn Mountains of Wyoming just south of the Custer battlefield. From Sacajawea to everyone’s favorite rhinoceros, they have come to reflect the progressive western spirit of a town whose main street still thrives with western stores, antique stores, the famous King Ropes Supply and museum patronized by the British royal family, galleries, bars, bakeries, coffee shops, vintage candy stores and even its original J.C. Penney’s Store still open for business!

Their polo field draws top players from around the world–at present, the top Argentinian team. The Sheridan rodeo, about ready to commence, presents events unseen elsewhere, including a Native American Wild Pony relay race complete with painted ponies and indigenous dress and warpaint characteristic of the participating tribes. Golf courses, hunting, skiing, fishing, world-renowned dude ranches and unparalleled beauty make the town a popular destination for travelers from all over the world.  If you’re coming to Wyoming, don’t miss it.

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Meet You at the Mint

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For 109 years, people have been saying “Meet you at the Mint” in Sheridan, Wyoming.  The oldest bar in town, some of its stories are written on the walls, others rebound in the memories of some of the old timers who go there.  The photo on the back wall over the pool table shows a lone cowboy astride his horse watching a mile-long string of cattle make their way through the snow.  Below the photo, the cowpokes at the pool table turned out to be visitors from Great Britain fresh from a week of cowboy lessons in Montana.  The attractive bartender enjoys the lull before the hordes descend for the upcoming rodeo, when she will be joined by 5 other bartenders to deal with the crowd. Silent witnesses above the bar give testimony to the fact that this is hunting country.  The embossed walls show off local brands.

Day Lily: Flower of the Day, July 8, 2016

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https://ceenphotography.com/2016/07/07/flower-of-the-day-july-8-2016-heritage-rose/

Mint Bar: Thursday Doors, July 7, 2016

I first saw the Mint Bar (Sheridan, Wyoming) fifty years ago when I came home with friends I met at the University of Wyoming, and it was an old bar then.  Here’s the front door.  If you want to come inside, I’ll show photos tomorrow.  Curious???

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https://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com/2016/07/07/thursday-doors-july-7-2016/

HEAD TOPPERS

WORTH ANOTHER LOOK?

A Photo a Week Challenge: Hats

Nocturn

Nocturn

With half a life lived in the dark,
an owl’s hoot, an answering bark,
the moon across the water scattered,
ragged clouds, wispy and battered––

I float in night and solitude,
the night determining my mood.
I lie in darkness and I brood,
a momentary interlude.

When sunlight comes in fits and starts,
The day brings out my other parts.
They rise in me from dawn to noon,
dispelling powers of the moon.

Thus balanced between dark and light,
each half consumes its daily bite.
I welcome each within its time
Life varied, balanced and sublime.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/darkness/

 

Darkness

 

Until I have time to write a poem, HERE is an earlier post on darkness.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/darkness/

Zeroing In––Evening Primrose: Flower of the Day, July 7, 2016

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/07/06/flower-of-the-day-july-7-2016-bearded-irises/

Touchy Subjects

Touchy Subjects

We cannot speak of family matters,
dare not speak of sex.
If we name things that we desire,
it’s sure to bring a hex.
Politics? Religion? They really are taboo.
In short, there’s hardly anything I can discuss with you.

Perhaps if we learned languages
that we could speak with hands—
expressions spoken by the deaf
or certain foreign lands,
we’d dare to speak of matters not uttered by the tongue,
and all these censored topics would no longer go unsung.

If we could say everything
that chanced across our mind––
subjects that are touchy,
volatile, unkind––
all those niggling topics formerly kept quiet?
I’ve no doubt the outcome would be chaos, warfare, riot!

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/forbidden/

Early Morning Profundity

At 4 a.m. this morning, my niece was calling out in her sleep again for almost an hour, so I grabbed my laptop from the floor beside the bed to record her comments. Then as I was about to fall asleep with my computer on my lap, I had an idea for a poem.  Without opening my eyes, I wrote it down before going back to sleep. Here it is, as I discovered it when I woke up this morning:

I’ve been axeoa rhw oxwN.

I’CW Ailws xeoaa rhw aw

ONLY RO SIAXOCWE

RHWEW IA NO PLxw doe mw

aILIF ON RHW VEINWY,

Ailinf on rhw qrwe.

InarwS I’M ARyinf ahoewaisw

wzXRLY QHWEW I OUFHR RWE.
My advice? Never write a poem in the middle of the night with your eyes closed.

I finally figured this out by putting my fingers on the correct keys and typing the gobbledygook, which came out close enough to the intended meaning for me to figure out the words. Here is what I meant to write:

I’ve been across the ocean,
sailed across the sea,
only to discover
there is no place for me
floating on the briny,
traversing the sea.
Instead I’m staying shoreside––
where I ought to be.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/forbidden/