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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.

December Leftovers: Lens Artists Challenge 178 (Our Choice of Themes)

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There has been a lot going on besides Xmas this month. Here are some photos that didn’t seem to fit in anywhere else. I made a new friend in the pool that unfortunately I rescued too late. I bought wonderful crocheted gifts and witnessed a novel display at the massage booth in the local street fair,  wore my toe socks for a month straight, (Well, I alternated between 5 different pair), Deysie got a new electric bike and drove it out to help me tackle my studio. I decorated the tree with past memories, admired the beautiful tool display in a local gallery, captured a garden godess and a bedroom sprite, saw the light display for the Virgin of Guadalupe festival in San Juan Cosala and accomplished a hundred other pressing tasks with committing them to photos. 

For the Lens Artists Challenge 178: You Choose.

Wild Statice: FOTD Dec 16, 2021

 

This is another photo I took on a walk with my friend Linda along the ocean just north of Davenport landing in California in 1915.

For Cee’s FOTD

Love on Line

Love on Line

These
nocturnal visits
over Love.Com

require no suitcase,
bring no human feet

over my threshold.
Only conversation

hollow in its lack
of pulse beat

echoes through it.
Too much of our world

absent from the other parts.
Too many
empty chambers
with great sound systems.

Too many tapping fingers.
Waiting eyes.

 

Prompts today are suitcase, hollow, bring, nocturnal.

Daisy Chain? FOTD Dec 15, 2021

This little daisy-like vine seems to be creeping toward my wall. Perhaps by next year it will have crept up and over and into my garden.

For Cee’s FOTD

Vernacular Confusion

Vernacular Confusion

When he says I have puissance he means I have power.
Why must he go on like this, hour after hour?
I don’t understand his schoolbook French.
In Yiddish, I cannot tell shiksa from mensch.
I fumble with Spanish and flunked at Italian.
An onion’s an onion. When you call it scallion,
it’s all Greek to me and I don’t have the energy
to combine languages. What’s with this synergy
that creates Tex Mex, Pig Latin and Spanglish?
I have enough problems just pronouncing Anglish.
I don’t catch your meaning when you say “Que tal?”
This method of talking means nothing at all
to one not versed in languages. So, when you call,
please don’t say,”Salut!” Just say, “Howdy, y’all!”

Prompt words today are fumble, synergy, catch, puissance and method.

Mystery Flower Revealed! Wild Radish Bloom: FOTD Dec 14, 2021

I snapped this photo years ago before I started blogging. I was back in Santa Cruz/Boulder Creek California for a visit and took a walk with my friend Linda Levy on the high cliffs above the ocean. Wildflowers were aplenty and I took a number of photos that I stumbled across yesterday. I have no idea what this flower is, but I can tell from a different photo where she had her hand near it that they are rather small. That was a lovely day. Glad I have these flowers to remember it by.

Janet of the Simret Blog recognized this flower as a wild radish and both Martha Kennedy and Cee agreed, as do I, so it is official. Thanks, Janet and all.

For Cee’s FOTD

Remembering Grandma at Christmas


Remembering Grandma at Christmas

The years have chosen to abrade
the paper angel Grandma made
that year when Christmas cheer was thin,
because for weeks we were snowed in.
Even Santa ceased his action
for his reindeer had no traction.

Weeks of snow and sleet and fog
even kept the catalogue
from providing a Christmas doll
when Santa couldn’t come at all.
And so the holidays that year
did not reflect our usual cheer.

No tree, no lights, no heavenly choir,
our only heat a roaring fire.
We kids complained to Mom and Dad
and by Christmas Eve, they’d had
as much of kids as they could stand
and that’s when Grandma took a hand.

Her silver scissors nipped and flew
creating something that was new—
a Christmas angel feathery light
that floated that December night
above our heads in fire glow,
hung by a string, rotating slow

around the room with wafting wings
descending from above on strings.
And from the dark a heavenly song
prompted us to sing along.
My Grandma led, with timorous voice
that song that always was her choice:

“Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, and all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.”

One by one, we entered in,
our voices first halting and thin,
but when my Grandma chimed a bell,
our family choir began to swell
up to the ceiling, throughout the room,
dispelling darkness, cold and gloom.

Mom made cocoa on the coals
while Dad made popcorn, filling bowls
we strung on thread to deck our halls
from curtain rods to lamps to walls,
along with paper snowflakes that
twirled on their strings to tease the cat.

In the firelight’s magic glow,
they made things magical and so
every normal Christmas since,
we love our turkey and pies of mince,
Christmas presents to poke and squeeze,
bubble lights and towering trees,

but what’s most special is when Pop
puts Grandma’s angel on the top
of the tree covered in flakes
and popcorn strings the family makes.
And when we sing her special song,
if angels sing, she’ll sing along.

Prompt words today are angel, lover, abrade, traction.

Are Members of the Media “Serving as Accessories to the Murder of Democracy”?

Annie, of the “Annie Asks You” Blog, posted this essay today and I’m reblogging it. I think too many people want sensationalism and entertainment over sound government. Biden just isn’t as newsworthy as Trump because he’s too ordinary–not bigger than real life. Reality acting has become more salable than reality, selling newspapers more important than selling the truth. Rupert Murdoch has done more to tear down legitimate news reporting, both in Britain and the U.S. and to push news as an entertainment commodity than anyone I can think of. I’m afraid the future of our world has been sold to the highest bidders and they are not acting in our best interest. I hope you read Annie’s essay and respond with your own thoughts.

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The US Constitution

That’s the troubling charge that longtime Washington Post columnist Dana Milbank made in his December 3rd column. (I haven’t linked to the essay because it’s behind a firewall.)

His observations meshed with my own perceptions about why President Biden’s poll numbers fail to reflect his highly productive first year. (Yes; rising inflation is a big concern—worldwide, I might add. And though Biden’s taken steps to control it, I understand that the President “owns” the issue, and people will respond accordingly, despite other very promising signs of economic health.)

Milbank backed up his assertions with data. Here are key passages.

“Artificial intelligence can now measure the negativity with precision. At my request, Forge.ai, a data analytics unit of the information company FiscalNote, combed through more than 200,000 articles — tens of millions of words — from 65 news websites (newspapers, network and cable news, political publications, news wires…

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