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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.

Tongues and Tails: Cee’s Oddball Photo Challenge

What better than tongues and tails for a dog, preferably in conjunction with each other! Two of these photos you’ve seen before, but they were necessary to complete the theme.  I love taking photos of dogs, so they are the subjects of both of my submissions for Cee’s challenges this week. Is it any wonder that I have three canine companions who complicate my life incredibly but also fill it out. Here’s to tongues and tails.  May you have a few of them in your life and may the tongues be out and the tails wagging!!!!

(Please click on the first picture to enlarge them all, then on arrows to see the rest.)

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/05/01/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2016-week-18/

Yoli’s Baby: Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

Yoli is my housekeeper’s adorable little girl.  She loves to sing but even more, she loves her new puppy who is named Brian, after a character in a racing movie that was played by Paul Newman.  Because she is crazy about cars, she is also crazy about Paul Newman.  Funny, for a little Mexican girl, but who can blame her?  I always was, too.  Here are some shots of her and her new little Chihuahua, Brian!!

(Click on first photo and then arrows to enlarge them all.)

 

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/05/03/cees-fun-foto-challenge-pets/

Abandoned

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Abandoned 

Grass sways by the abandoned house
I cower inside––a trembling mouse
exposed to the bright flash of day
when all else has gone away.

First my father, then my mum
go away and never come
again to shelter, feed or love.
Life is a winging mourning dove

that makes us and then flies away,
making green grass into hay,
the flush of life and then decay,
a harsh light turning shadows gray.

Life swells  like paint–a curling blister.
It peels away my older sister,
then also takes my younger brother
and never comes to bring another.

A shadow passes over me.
A sparrowhawk. I dare not flee,
for life is mainly perilous.
It makes us just to feed on us.

Outside I see the preening cat.
It waits for me––patient and fat
in tall grass by the abandoned house
wherein I hide–a trembling mouse.

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

More Bougainvillea: Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge, May 2, 2016

These are the bougainvilleas that are flourishing beneath the royal poinciana tree this year. I can see the ants carrying away the petals that have fallen on the cobblestones.  I’d like to believe they’ve been blown down, but there are probably trusty cutter ants up above, using their incisors to lop off the leaves and petals.  If I don’t do something to wage a war, the bushes and tree will be stripped in a week.  Hate to do it, but this really is war against the cutter ants.

( Please click on photos to see much larger views.)

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/05/01/flower-of-the-day-may-2-2016-rhododendron/

Music Man

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For the most part, the men I have met over the seven years I’ve participated in social introduction sites have fizzled out–either through lack of interest, lack of memory or just plain lack of fuel to keep a long distance relationship going. There is just one who has lasted as our relationship has evolved from friendship to seduction to love affair to a best friend relationship where we are crazy about each other from a distance––willing to do anything for each other that can be done from 1500 miles away––including advising each other over other romantic relationships as we share heartbreaks, frustrations and all the problems of daily life.

In this strange cyber world we are all slipping into by varying degrees, he has become one of the most important people in my life, even though it has been two years since we’ve met in person. He is my blog administrator, copy editor and computer tech. He reminds me to pay my helpers, lock my doors at night and turn the lights out. When I lost my camera, he found it from 1500 miles away in Missouri by checking the message boards in my hometown in Mexico! Once, when I was at the beach, when a friend came by and handed me something as I lay on a hammock on my front porch, he Skyped me asking me what she had handed me—having seen it on the beach cam of my next door neighbor which just happened to pick up the corner of the porch I rent every year! (I know. Sounds creepy, but it wasn’t.)

Since he hardly ever leaves his house or his computer screen, unless he is asleep he is usually available within a few minutes via Skype. He checks my computers from afar, patrolling for viruses or needed updates. He is there when I receive good news and bad. Because I live up on a mountain above a small town in Mexico and because all of the houses around me are homes used as vacation homes and usually empty, he monitors my after-midnight swims in the pool or my journeys down to the studio, waiting online to check that I am safely back in bed within a reasonable amount of time–one hour or two, depending on how ensconced I become in my late night/early morning adventures. But with all of the roles he has assumed in my life over the years we’ve know each other, one of his most important roles right from the first is as my “Music Man”!

For the first four months I knew him, he played his guitar and sang me to sleep every night over Skype, the camera of my laptop trained on my face so he could see when I slept and say goodnight and go back into his own world where few strayed. Those serenades continued off and on for the next year, but since then, he has been my music man in other ways: sending favorite songs I request as well as songs I’ve never heard before that I open like Christmas packages.

On the CD’s he has made for me or the iTunes he’s sent are my own favorites: Emmylou, Rickie Lee Jones, Tom Waits, Stacey Earle, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Nina Simone, Dan Bern, Chris Smither, Billie Holiday, Ray Charles, Lila Downs, and Janice Joplin. Joining them are his favorites, some of whom I’d never heard of before: Brett Dennen, Joe Purdy, Steve Earle, and Nanci Griffith. He has created a new world for me comprised of Towns Van Zandt, Eva Cassidy, Jolie Holland, the Wailin’ Jennys and Iris DeMent along with songs discovered via movie soundtracks or the background music of favorite TV shows. The Avett Brothers we discovered together––I no longer remember which one of us first stumbled across them on a YouTube video of the Letterman show.

Music was our courtship: Since he is too much a rebel to participate in the regular celebrations of society, songs became my valentines, my birthday gifts and Christmas stockings. Where others gave flowers, he gave songs. “I and Love and You” was declared to me by the Avett Brothers. When Amy Lavere sang to me, “Lucky boy, lucky boy, ’cause I’m your lovely girl,” I got the message that I was the lovely girl and he the lucky boy, even though in the past he had advised me not to interpret all the songs as messages.

I now have over 471 songs on my computer—most of them sent by him. They are the songs I listen to every time I have guests, when I am in my car or in my studio. They keep me company at night in the pool or my studio. The first thing the man who comes to my house to give me a weekly massage does when he enters the room is to click on my iPod in its speaker/holder. He says this is his favorite place to come—partly because of the calm and the art, but more so because of the music.

My music man. I’ll see him in person in September and it will be wonderful to give him a hug and a kiss, to travel up to Minnesota together to see my sister and nieces and to Alabama to see other friends; but this man who has been by turns my serenader, my computer tech, my editor, my confidant, my lover and my best friend has, in addition to everything else, given me one invaluable gift. He has created the soundtrack to my life.

In typical fashion, Music Man has answered this post you have just read in musical form. To hear/see it, go HERE.

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

OMG!!! The entire mountain in front of my house is on fire!!!

The headline above and the first of these photos were from an hour  and a half ago.  I’m not in danger and looks like probably no houses are endangered.  Hard to tell but the fact that there have been no sirens makes me think this isn’t in a residential neighborhood, although in the pictures it looks like it is.  The fire seems to have died out lower down, probably because the wind has died down.  I still see a small fire higher up on the mountain.  So strange…I feel like I’m the only person in the world who even noticed! And it was huge right after the sunset–lit up half of the sky!!!

Click on photos to enlarge.

The fire down below seems to have burned out, but it is now moving farther up the mountain, along the ridge and on the other side.  The cross  half way up the mountain was on fire earlier and the flags and electrical wire that ran up to it.  It is usually lit by light bulbs.  This was a lighting of a different sort.  It really looked like the entire town was on fire, but a friend in town didn’t even know about it and said to her it looked like the fire was in the Raquet Club, where I live.  But, not one fire siren or other siren was heard.  So strange.

This usually noisy place… deadly silent.  Not even one dog barking.  Eeerie.

Just realizing that I’ve written a story about the firest every year.  Here is last year’s: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2014/09/30/fire-on-the-mountain/

And the year before:

https://judydykstrabrown.com/2013/04/19/dsc07925-jpg/

Royal Poinciana Trees: Sunday Trees and Cee’s Flower of the Day

Royal Poinciana Trees (Flamboyan or Flame Trees)

 I posted closeups and flower clusters of this tree for the past two days and now here is the tree itself. I couldn’t decide which pic I liked the best so I chose a few.  I love this tree.  Messy but gorgeous. Last year the leaf cutter ants pretty much ate all the leaves and flowers  but this year it bloomed in all its glory.

                                                                (Click on photos to enlarge.)

 

Flower of the Day – May 1, 2016 – Bearded Iris

https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2016/05/01/sunday-trees-233/

Scar

Scar

 

   All bear them                                          as badges of life.
Each marks a wound                               and then a healing.
Like most of life, good                 growing out of the bad,
producing proud new flesh to cover the inevitable
that we all face––the cut, the gore, the severing.
Life is arranged for some reason to complete
pain with healing, one way or the other.
Proud flesh, proud heart–an excess
in us all that needs smoothing.
First pain and then succor,
a generation dying and 
 another one growing. 
Forever scarring 
the family or
  healing 
   it.

For the past year, I keep getting these heart-shaped wounds on my arm. I think they are from the dogs jumping up on me or from wounds won trimming the bougainvillea, but it is amazing how many times they are in a heart shape.  I’d already written this poem before I decided to try to make a concrete poem out of it. As I progressed, it wanted to be a heart.

 

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

Royal Poinciana Clusters: Flower of the Day, Apr 30, 2016

Yesterday I showed individual Royal Poinciana flowers.  Today I’m showing clusters and tomorrow I’ll show the entire tree.  Some say the African Tulip tree is the most beautiful flowering tree on earth, but I say the Royal Poinciana is.

(Click on images to enlarge)

Flower of the Day – May 1, 2016 – Bearded Iris

Staircase

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Staircase

I really did not mean to stare
when I saw you standing there,
but there was sunlight in your hair.
It was tangled. Your feet were bare.
It was a lovely sight and rare
as, seemingly without a care,
you stood above me on the stair.
And though I wished to, I didn’t dare
climb up to see how you might fare.

Instead, my wretched form I bore
down the staircase and out the door.
Since then, you are that thing of lore
that resides within my core.
I still remember what you wore.
I lie awake. I pace the floor––
trying nightly to restore
at one, at two, at three, at four––
the vision of you one time more.

I cannot work. I cannot eat.
I see your hair the hue of wheat,
your wrinkled dress, your naked feet,
and cannot help but feel defeat;
because even in ardor’s heat,
my courage to ascend and greet
thee, and to make my life replete,
never ascends above your street,
never accomplishes the feat.

And that is why I’m in your hall
wondering if I have the gall
to stand up brave and sure and tall
and ring your doorbell––to make the call.
I put my ear against your wall,
but I can hear no sound at all.
Indecision casts its gloomy pall.
I hesitate. I pause. I stall.
I do not shoot. I bounce the ball.

Though all my fears I seek to quell,
my words are prisoners in a cell,
and though I have rehearsed them well
and have the key to where they dwell,
my thoughts of what to say won’t gel.
I stand here in my private Hell.
A deathly dirge begins to knell.
I raise my hand. I ring the bell
and steel myself––this tale to tell.

 

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