humans are visual creatures
loving color, shape and pattern
can my words paint a picture for you?
Certainly, a photograph is my rival.
How do I compete with greener than greens
tropical sunshine in mid-winter
with a bee floating above
exotic lemon yellow flowers and
will you stay with me
if I only use words
I do not think I will ever
forget him.
Dodging my car while I loaded the groceries,
I caught him near the bumper at the edge of my eye’s frame.
Fifteen, maybe, sixteen, nearly one half of his body
disabled
and I wondered how and why.
I wanted to ask him what happened. With little medical training,
I observed the length of his limbs and they appeared normal size;
now, to him, useless.
But, he dragged his other half,
his frozen self
and continued on up the street
in the bright sunshine.
Where was he going?
Was he coming from the high school nearby?
Is he getting the help he needs? Physical therapy?
Encouragement? Love of family and friends?
At sixteen, I had had a traffic accident. The only scars
were inside.
They have lasted a lifetime.
I will not forget you.
There used to be a Muffin Lady toward the south end of Tybee; it has been over ten years since my last visit. If she is not there, someone could start a shop!
Over the past few months, the Happiness Engineers of WordPress.com have grown to require separation into sub-teams. Enter the new Core Happiness team: the Happiness Engineers who are focussed strictly on answering support requests and creating/improving documentation.
Earlier this month, the new Core Happiness team met for our very first chance to work together as the new team. We invaded Tybee Island, Georgia, the home town of fellow Automattician Jane Wells, for a week of work, food, and some sightseeing.
As you can imagine, there was a lot of work to do. Since we mostly work on the customer service end of things, you might not see any of the week’s work outright, but you’ll probably notice that we’re able to resolve issues a bit quicker than before.
As for sightseeing, we toured the island itself and bits of Savannah, including River Street and Bonaventure Cemetery…
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Unlike Sylvester Stallone, I have my own cliffhanger.
My mother was supposed to die in December.
Only, she did not.
What a mess!
I needed your creativity today. Many thanks!
more than words!
running errands
I work
I plan, think and carry out; goals are accomplished.
As time increases with retirement, giving to others is possible.
Selection of giving time and resources more difficult.
Manipulation can occur.
Busyness is not work.
Humans do activities; work gives fulfillment.
Selecting and choice making is worthwhile.
Worthwhile pursuits can be work; not busyness for busy’s sake.
Art helps.
Observing, collecting details as “glimmers of a beginning.” A way of finding a story to tell. That was the challenge this week.
Somewhere outside my window a machine hums incessantly for the second day in a row. Its motor drones, the constant whirring sound punctuated by louder grinding noises. Like a monster being fed, its appetite is ravenous. It will not be sated. My husband would be at the window checking to see where the sound is coming from, which neighbor has wood to chip this time of year. But my husband is at work. And I am too lazy, too disinterested to check out where Smaug is being used. It doesn’t really matter in whose yard the machine/monster feeds. Noise is noise.
Our yard has lots of trees and an overabundance of bittersweet. The vine sidles up alongside the trees, curling a sinuous path out along limbs, growing thick…
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Drawing is a release. Thank you for the reminder. I have been angry too much lately.
David Bennett at the Light Reading blog says that guinea pigs are ambassadors for world peace, and I believe him.
There’s a place I go when I’m angry, or upset; when I’m frightened, or confused, or when I just want everything to stop for a while. I grab a sketchbook and a pencil and head for the guinea-pig pen at the top of the park.
It’s a steep climb up the hill which also helps, because walking fast uphill is a good way to get things out of your head. Today I stomped up the path between the dark lime trees with the damp afternoon air cold on my face, breathing hard, head down, trying to empty my mind.
When events or circumstances overwhelm me, emotion takes over and I can’t think – or rather I can’t stop thinking, but only in the most chaotic and unhelpful way. A long…
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See here- think-Plan.
retired work 