I Hope That You Cry When You Read This Post – Because Crying Is Healthy (reblog)

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I Hope That You Cry When You Read This Post – Because Crying Is Healthy

— Read on kevymichaels.blog/2018/07/10/i-hope-that-you-cry-when-you-read-this-post-because-crying-is-healthy/

Share your Story

Join Cee this Monday, July 9, 2018 and share your world…

What would you name the autobiography of your life?

Meet Me Outside

Which do you prefer sweet, salty or buttery? 

Salty.

What’s the finest education?

Although experience is the greatest teacher, it is often harsh. Reading living books as per the Charlotte Mason philosophy. One can survive reading a book.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?

Spent yesterday with a friend at the Institute of Contemporary Art/Boston, showed off my house and met her sister and brother-in-law.

Art of Conversation (reblog)

Art of Conversation 3-2-1 Quote Challenge

Hey 👋🏻 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.

The Conversation (reblog)

The Conversation

I could not be the hunter
For I could hear the voices
Of the rabbit and the deer
The cougar and the crow
In conversation

Beautiful. Delightful. Found Michael’s words a calm breeze on a hot July morning… the sun had only peaked above the horizon and i knew the buzzing…

Time to cool down and head over and
— Read the whole poem on visionofpoets.wordpress.com/2018/07/01/the-conversation/

Here is a teaser…

The Conversation

I could not be the hunter
For I could hear the voices
Of the rabbit and the deer
The cougar and the crow
In conversation

A short story I wrote – enjoy! (Reblog.)

‘’Have you ever heard of smiley face killers?’’ my friend asked.

‘’Smiley face killers?’’ I asked. ‘’College-aged men who end up dead in the water, with signs of torture? Is this where your journalistic investigations have taken you now, Alice?’’

A short story I wrote – enjoy!

— Read on existentialtableau.wordpress.com/2018/06/27/a-short-story-i-wrote-enjoy/

GLAD I GREW UP WITHOUT A PHONE IN MY HAND (reblog)

I would have missed days dreaming in the hayloft of grandpa’s barn, baking pies with grandma and romping through summer meadows full of flowers and butterflies. And you?

The lovely thing is tomorrow i am moving out to the country, across the street from a farm housing goats, chickens, a few barn cats and i wonder how my writing will shift? That and my piano and paints… i am sure some things on my blog will shift… so excited!! 😁🎶

— Read on namingmyvoice.wordpress.com/2018/06/21/glad-i-grew-up-without-a-phone-in-my-hand/

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.

Sewn (reblog)

I dabble in photography and this blog i share (see link below) always satisfies when read, with varying ways photos impact. Click link to see work displayed. This particular post is especially drawn to me as a quilter, lover of fabric and the process of piecing together lives.

“For over a decade, Sewn has taken shape from altered, chopped, merged, and recomposed photographs. …

By engaging with the photography in this way, I create work that deals with the notions of truth in photography and its impact on identity. Using family photographs and those from my family’s past albums as material for the work, the resulting imagery tells a “new truth” with reimagined memories, situations, and experiences.”
— Read on photolicioux.wordpress.com/2018/06/20/sewn/

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.