Art of Conversation (reblog)

Art of Conversation 3-2-1 Quote Challenge

Hey πŸ‘‹πŸ» Good Day 🌞 Rory! Happy to participate and thank you kindly!! ✌🏼🎡🎢

Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It’s the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

Guy de Maupassant, France, short-story author

I’m always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to someone I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.

Holden Caufield, Catcher in the Rye

I should talk, but i’d rather not, for fear the chance i say something disagreeable and end dear friendships. Yes, i oft agree, conversations cannot be feared, as J.D Salinger trusted not his voice or modern translation amiss, Shakespeare becomes too rough for our time. Rather, conversations are art, when quaint and cheery, let us say… Bilbo Baggins, as he takes a puff on his pipe and embarks on a trek across lands. So, should you ask, inquire of me, i should like to talk… if given half a chance. Jeanne

You are cordially invited to participate. If you do, tag Aguycalledbloke. Thank you.

And Happy Independence Day to all Americans… let no monarchy thought, trap you into believing fairy-tale dreams come true. America is not Disney World as many are led to believe.

personal musings unleashed

Let’s get something straight, shall we?

There is quite a bit people do not know about me and rightfully so. Most will never get to know me much more than what I tend to share here. I feel I share a lot but there is much I keep hidden. I have learned people do not really bother to get to know people. They accept what they want to see. Or hear.

I avoid politics. I hate political statements which are often one-sided.

So if you post anything that smells like politics, anywhere on social media, I will over look you. It is not that i don’t appreciate your support of me, nor have i stopped supporting you, i just do not respond to one-sided arguments.

Alveda King, MLK Jr.’s niece, has an excellent op-ed on her blog, about people’s selective outrage regarding children. We have witnessed countless children ripped from their mom’s, knowingly and unknowingly, and we just now demand some thing be done? Why now? Seems some people’s heads and life are worth more to people’s personal peace than others and most i have witnessed have no qualms about rooting for world destruction, if it means someone they abhor obtains peace for the world.

I think it a shame the way people are behaving today. I am going to lose some friends but i know they really are not friends.

I usually keep quiet. I abhor conflict. But i believe my heart is in the right place here….

All lives matter. Always have. Even my enemies’s lives mean more than my own. I am prepared to die for truth and liberty and compassion for all.

knowledge: 3-2-1 quote

Hey Rory! Good morning β˜€οΈ thanks for tagging, your it for a quotes game… i gladly oblige…

Love, love, love to read quotes and Jimi, Dr Seuss and Epicurus understand knowledge is a gift so i pay it forward and spread their wisdom…

β€œIt is better to know how to learn than to know.” – Dr. Seuss

Here is mine…

And some Jimi jam…

Oh yeah… play along if you like!

laugh first. eventually you will cry.

I am certain of two things, tears are never ending or at least until we turn the spigot off and even then, laughter, when jokes are funny enough, cause the tears to flow. Yes, the two most beneficial emotions, are laughter and sadness, when they effectively produce tears, as those tears cleanse us of dangerous toxins and thoughts. Of this i am most certain.

Hey Rory! Thanks for starting my day off right. (Was i on the wrong track?) I had planned to roll in my mucky thoughts a bit longer… had written a few more dark poems late into the night and early morning… but you switched on the sun and woke me up! Told me to lighten up! How much longer can i spend in winter when obviously summer has arrived in RoryLand and spreading across the pond?

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. β€” Victor Hugo

Uh oh! Got me here…

Most people would rather be certain they’re miserable than risk being happy. β€” Robert Newton Anthony

Old habits, bad habits… learned from my passed-by childhood, my life was anything but fun when i was young! I was serious and did not participate heartedly with my peers. I had dreams and goals… was easily pranked… it must be fun to watch a serious child be pranked. Is it not? I think i am still angry today… despairing since none of my dreams came true. I am living a nightmare, day and night.

So cheer up this world for me… show me how seriously wrong i am… that we can love and laugh and not be overwhelmed with heart ache. I say, God bless us all with humor today. Let there be laughter!! Smiles for everyone!!

I nominate, to participate, some i have premonition to be funny, even if they rarely show it… or maybe they show it all the time. Hmmm?

Theme: Laughter is the Best Medicine. You can find the rules here. I am seriously too lazy to post on my own.

Aly’s Corner Aly is a brand new blogger and i welcome her with open arms and a great big “hurrah”! I hope once i am moved into our house, to collaborate…

Ashley Shares her knowledge about mental health to enlighten us all.

Dream Walden Anonymous. I still do not know this person’s name. Maybe I should ask… insecurity runs rampant in my head… i may never know! Hahaha!

So, please dear Aly, Ashley and Walden, share your prescription to enjoy this world, heartily with mirth, and drive us all to a better mood.

The person who can bring the spirit of laughter into a room is indeed blessed. β€” Bennett Cerf

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As for me… i am running after Woolf. A world all too familiar to me.

The beauty of the world has two edges; one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. β€” Virginia Woolf

Three days. Three motivations. Day 3.

This is my final post in response to A Guy Called Bloke and if you follow the above link, you will receive double motivation. πŸ˜‰βœŒπŸΌ

Ok. So, I am sitting at Hash Imports, waiting for my Jag. The garage door bit off a chunk of the trunk (aka boot for Englanders) and the damaged plith is being put back on the car’s booty!!! Hurrah πŸ˜„! They tell me it should take an hour. (Long story how this happened which i am not going to explain.)

Regarding English and its many forms, and reasons why it is difficult to learn, even for English-born speakers, here is a handy How to Understand English Words. Since i will be moving to Boston soon, this The Wicked Good Guide to Boston English or Ten Words to Know in Boston will come in handy for other reasons. BTW I love me some chowdah. Which i made over the weekend with Lake Erie caught walleye. So yum πŸ˜‹!

Since i will be walking, biking or taking public transport in Boston, what will happen to my Jag? Hurt feelings much? But that’s what the country side is for… motoring in my Jag to the ocean and mountain vistas!!! Cannot wait. 😝 β›° 🌊

–Confucius

And this…

because of this ❀️✌🏼🎢🎢🎢 J

Three days. Three motivations. Day 2.

A Guy called Bloke nominated me to share my motivations and I happily oblige, feeling motivated to share my inner thoughts. Why not? πŸ˜œπŸ’•βœŒπŸΌ

Glad you bother to read my posts at all! What, with all your responsibilities, who am i to take up your time?

This is the path unfolding before me. A red carpet spread to the ends of the earth, piled high with rocks and sand and twigs and leaves. Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers and promise of new Days. While Nights wander aimlessly toward silence and i reside peacefully as billions of stars awaken.

Oh! This too! Or better yet, make some of your own art! Grab a brush, paint, and go! 🎨 β˜”οΈπŸŒ΅πŸŒΌπŸ„πŸπŸ‚πŸΎ JπŸ•ŠπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆ

Three days. Three motivations. Day 1.

Introducing A Guy Called Bloke’s newest poem… and I kindly thank Rory, the guy or the bloke behind the words penned so swell, for nominating me to share some motivation for the next three days. Aka, the hum in my drum can become your purr with a considering stir.

I am happy to oblige Sir Rory. But i am not responsible for any side affects my words may have upon my readers. So my advice: Read responsibly.

i am motivated knowing other people get it. it being me. and me not showing fear but courage. today i exist deeply. i am the silence.

I nominate any blogger, who has time and courage, to participate.

My Monhegan

I am currently working on a painting My Monhegan, an island off the coast of Maine. Monhegan is a place that encompasses 95% of my spiritual thought while a mere 3 days and 2 nights were physically spent there. It amazes how much an impact the place had on me. A healing calm took me over and i only have to slip on those hiking shoes to feel the embrace around my soul.

At least the ones i have conquered.

In the meantime, while rushing from one idea to the next, for the past three days, i realized something important. I don’t hear the rattling noises in my mind. At least not as often as i use to and only when invited in. The loudness has abated with a new found courage. I have tamed the angry heart that broke and mended the fabric tears. The tears in my eyes have dried.

The scared child that cowered in the corner has found light. She has grown since last spoken to. The sex fiend has retreated and allowed a wholeness to take place. I convinced her sex is nothing compared to spiritual ecstasy. A spiritual relationship, with someone who can read my mind and play off my every mood, move and energy, is enticing. I have a few girlfriends like this. I have yet to make a pact with such a guy friend. I have a few in mind, but they don’t seem to understand the concept as i had envisioned they would. Such a collaboration is still open to anyone. Even long distance. I am open and my heart twirls in excitement to find such a guy. If such a person exists. 🀨

As if a light switch was flicked on and off, on and off, the hurt, which once overcame me, has now been overcome. The chaos inside has relented and been subdued.

I win! I won!
I run! I swim!
I fly away…

Strong Enough to Cry

“Most of us, I believe, admire strength. It’s something we tend to respect in others, desire for ourselves, and wish for our children. Sometimes, though, I wonder if we confuse strength and other words–like aggression and even violence. Real strength is neither male nor female; but is, quite simply, one of the finest characteristics that any human being can possess.”

–Fred Rogers

he promised to carry her
slouched in thoughts
heavy
was more
than he bargained for

he turned for the door
her arms outstretched
no stranger from begging
strength of tears
began to pour

In all of life, he sought to do the honorable thing. Stretched between love for his daughter and pleasing his wife, he felt to abandon his reputation. The daughter forsaken, left alone on the streets. Tears turned to rocks, thrown at her feet.

Room of My Own

Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.

–Fred Rogers

no flower
was as beautiful
as your smile
entering the door

we scribbled crayon
all over the floor

rocket ships zoomed
across the sky

dress up and dolls
taught us why

there is sacred
in small packages
a child’s heart
innocence rarely dies

until you have seen
the scars in battered eyes.