Nietzsche’s Questionnaire (reblog)

Daniel Paul Marshall’s blog... click link to read the complete post. “Nietzsche concludes book III (268-275) of The Gay Science by posing 8 questions to himself & answering them. I found, answering them as if they were philosophically incentivized Rorschach blotches, quite revealing.”

Finally posting my answers to the 8 questions… (and yours?)

What makes one heroic? Saving yourself from doubt.

In what do you believe? Myself. My ability to contradict the obvious and assert i am nothing.

What does your conscience say? To pardon, is the first act of grace.

Where are your greatest dangers? My ability to listen and hear with my eyes.

What do you love in others? A sense of humor.

Whom do you call bad? The unmistakable persistence of a man caught in a game of chance.

What do you consider most humane? The ability to live.

What is the seal of liberation? Saying goodbye despite having just said hello.

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.

Book Review: And Other Things

Hey! Bought your book… perhaps i should do a book review? My first impression, because poetry books are more than words to me… because i desire a vision… and while i witness your book, i first notice the layout of the page. Anyhow….

And i was given permission. Because i asked. Hell, i could just do it. It is my healing and i read other’s poetry to heal. Right? But no worries, i am not here to rip any one or any poem apart. Who is qualified to critique a writer? No one. These are our souls being spilled and they belong to us… shared because no one likes to be alone forever. Well, at least i don’t want to be alone and i am happy Layne Ambrose choose to share these gems in a book. I was happy to buy it knowing I was partaking in a feast of words and images that just might spark something inside me.

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Sunday was spent on Crane Beach, Ipswich MA, enjoying some light poetry. Well, these poems were light to me because its pretty tame compared to how i often feel, but rarely let loose. See, i think i know a bit about what is happening behind the scenes in his poems. But not really. I still like to think so.

Here is a clue to my thoughts and one of my favorite poem endings, which happens to be the last poem in the book. Yes, i always read the last poem first!

When I Get Away

see, maybe its easier to digest news on the beach… i figure most of what i read is lies…

Nothing comes in too clear, from far away… all appears to lie down with the lion.

The book is chock full. It will be a book i often drift back to. I am in the process of wondering how the poems fit in order on my time line. My order of awakening.

So i wrote….

i threw out
all the words, carousing
i forgot the letter
sent on a whim -toil of a bird
fighting the wind
perched higher still

seagull laughs
heads off
the sail of a boat -off shore
there is no going back for me

any more.

There are many more poems i loved. This is truly a treasure to help me find my feelings. The book also works as a reminder as to how far i have sailed off the shore, building my wings as i soar.

knowledge: 3-2-1 quote

Hey Rory! Good morning ☀️ 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…

“It 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!

Pay it Forward

At my own expense, i write.

I usually write poetry but occasionally i feel compelled to celebrate another blogger’s ability to impact my life. Without further interruption, A Guy Called Bloke!

Once in a while, you come across a genuinely great guy… a person who has you believing in humanity again. Some how he let me in his life and i feel honored he let me break through, in to his world… see i am a shattered bowl, once whole, until my world collapsed, exploded, shattered, rained glass shards upon my soul. I will explain because IF you weren’t part of my world until now, you would not know my brother left this world with a gun in one hand and a genie bottle in the other. The genie was disguised as alcohol. His wish, a silent desire for death. This wish should have been redacted, had i been paying attention. Awake to his pain. Instead, my selfishness ran rampant and i neglected my childhood friend. My best and only true friend, for years, and i let him vanish. Racked with guilt, grief, despair, my own wish for death was resurrected. I never thought i would walk among the living, ever again. I sat, catatonic.

Rory, overlooked my insanity, and i am ok using that word, even though i once pushed back against my therapist who asked if i was drunk, having never tasted a lick of liquor in my life! (I drink now though… it is my excuse as to why i am craaazzzzy.) Ha!

Go pay Rory some love… beside being a great writer, he shares his truly amazingly funny stories of past life, and is a champion for others, creatures great and small. His fun game right now, is answering his Snifty Questions, which got me thinking this bright morning, as if i needed prodding, about what color i am.

What color are you? Go tell him! He wants to know. Follow the link above or here.

A quality insight from Mrs. Fish

— Read on danielpaulmarshall.com/2018/06/10/a-quality-insight-from-mrs-fish/

There are always as many layers in each piece written by Daniel Paul Marshall as there are to our individual psyches. I have learned, from past experience, we decide to dig when all of life fails. Most assuredly when we struggle in amazement, “How did we end up here?”

This struggle’s search means we roam our own minds along with perusing other’s insights, to answer personal questions. Daniel Paul Marshall always becomes a mountain to scale. I am not afraid to climb and quite often like to feel small. The idea of being intellectually swallowed hole is not frightening. At such a time, i tend to be lazy and will shift into making the ascent easy as possible. I have found in order to be a PhD candidate poet, i would need to tap reserves that currently are kept safe for rainy days. I never venture far from the comfortable. (Enough of that tangent… back on the original road!)

This particular post drug me up from a pit i am well accustomed. I routinely, lazily graze in my despair but in a rare collision, this post brought a flurry of thought.

Please consider bringing yourself to the discussion at the original post. I would love to read your thoughts. Does this post enlighten or further blur your perception of you, your children and the space between? Or perhaps your relationship with a parent?

I am considering note-taking and producing a futures map, dealing with my daughter. She tells me i am her best friend, which makes me feel wonderful. But below the surface smile i sprout for her benefit, i fear her future. Where are people to love her as much as i?

Cee’s Share Your World

(My fav song when i was a teacher… still love those kids i got to know!)

Have not done Cee’s World since a fallout with a fellow blogger, who inspired me to participate. When was that? A year or two ago? Not sure how i hurt this blogger… she got upset, took to pouting, and shut-up shop and never left her forwarding blog address, as she had done before. Oh well! So be it… she has ruined my world long enough. Hope your happy where ever you be…

So on with sharing a bit of my 🌎…

A piece of clothing from your younger childhood you still remember?

Tights. I hated them. Can still feel the knit material clinging to my legs. The thought of wearing them, ever again, sends shivers up my spine and crawling ants up my leg!

Irregardless of your physical fitness, coordination or agility: If you could be an athlete what would do do?   Remember this is SYW, dreaming is always allowed.

I have mentioned this before and i will repeat this dream, to who ever will listen, until the day i die: a dancer! My heart belongs on stage performing. And with that i rest my head in dreams. I do not regret i never danced with the Milwaukee Ballet Company as i was asked during the Christmas presentation of the Nutcracker in 3rd grade. I would not have the three beautiful children i have. But i revel in the fact my ballet instructor saw a promising career ahead for me, despite my mother’s evil jealousy that lurked behind my every waking day. Ha! i know i could have done it! And well!!

In a car would you rather drive or be a passenger? Passenger, with camera in hand, ready to capture all that passes us by!

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? My dream to see Lupine growing wild in New England fields. I believe i was in Miss Rumphius’s world. It took a lot of twisting and turning, begging really, of my Jeff. He did not want to go and i was prepared to go alone! He succumbed and we took off and 2.5 hours later…

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. — Victor Hugo

Uh oh! Got me here…

Most people would rather be certain they’re miserable than risk being happy. — 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. — 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. — Virginia Woolf

Wishes

if wishes
were fishes
i’d sail the seas
but wishes
broken dishes
fail to please

Telemarketers. Sorry i hung up on you. But you have no idea who you are asking or why i possibly would care about your cause!

I have my pet non-profits. My house would be overrun with the world’s needs if i allowed them too. But i am a free spirit! I need air to breathe!

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This world is overwhelming. The brokenness is more than this heart can embrace. I am sure there is some one else who can help you. I hope so!!! 😣💔😢

Now my day is ruined. Moping about, worrying about the world. This is why i need to learn to laugh! 😂 💨🏃‍♀️

Knock, Knock…

Norm 2.0 Thursday Doors

What news!! We are making an offer on a house today. And it is absolutely, mind-blowing gorgeous. This rock wall, which Massachusetts is infamously famous, is even more magnificent then this picture depicts. In fact, my heart barely blips on the screen when i look at this photo.

The rock is 20 feet tall and looks west towards Mount Wachusett. There is a perfect view perched atop this mighty fortress. A quick stroll down the road and this…