COLORADO & PULLING WEEDS…”

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Today, as I pulled weeds from our rock garden, I realized the rocks held tight to these intruders as if implying they were here to stay. For those of you who know my blogs—yes—there is a link between what was intended and how our garden actually grows.

EXAMPLE AUTOMOBILES: I was born and raised in Trinidad, Colorado and until I was seven years old we did not have an automobile. So when Dad came home with IT Mother insisted we put on cleans clothes and shoes (we went barefoot all the time). Sometime later we learned we were to take a family trip to Denver. In those days IT was the center of our Colorado. We all got sick from the fumes rising into the car but no one complained because Denver was our destination! Compare this to today when some use their vehicles for weapons & lawyers are everywhere.

EXAMPLE EDUCATION: We learned what there was to learn in those days. Books were in print and never up-to-date. One BIG scare while in high school was the fact We the People were warned that the Russians were coming for us. We were advised, by those who said the Russians were coming, that when they did arrive we were to hide beneath our wooden desks. Naively my friends and family took this threat seriously. These days there are ultimately much easier ways for Russia to attack us without touching our shores.

EXAMPLE TECHNOLOGY: Pencils and paper and rulers and machines that clicked and libraries and calculations on paper and cursive and Hallmark cards we wrote in and typewriters and Gregg Shorthand Simplified and storytelling by writers in hardbound books one could smell and television and connecting with others by telephone and whatever you wish to add to this list.

EXAMPLE FOOD: We had local stores where everyone knows your name. Where people could promise to pay for food later and they did. Where most had gardens with vegetables and all food was cooked by hands who knew the purpose of its nutrients. Contrast the warnings on the news these days as to what is or is not good for us or contaminated or a new version of yesterday’s food and those end dates on packaged products of all kinds. I’m curious if the dates are arbitrary or real?

EXAMPLE MEDICINE: I do not remember taking pills when I grew up. There were no cupboards to lock in case a child might get curious about what looked like candy. And did we have as many illnesses before the list of their possibilities started to run across every television station asking us to call our doctor just in case we have one of the symptoms mentioned. And I question if in fact if marijuana helps some illnesses why haven’t the pharmaceutical companies jumped onboard. It’s not like marijuana hasn’t been around forever.

EXAMPLE LEGAL MARIJUANA: Just a question: Are the legal monies for selling marijuana actually reaching the COLORADO CHILDREN to enhance their education. Some say yes and some say no. This question is like those weeds I chose to pull this morning: intruders in my garden that are coming harder and harder to pull.

“STORYTELLERS & TIME….”

Storytellers2STORYTELLERS capture our imaginations in many forms. For example Jim Goodman who used to be referred to as Professor James Goodman in Civil Engineering at Colorado State University. I’d worked with his group writing the outcome of their efforts to—on purpose—break wooden telephone poles. Those who offered the poles for demolition were the Electric Power Research Institute in Palo Alto, California.

But that was then and this is now. Like many of us who used to write for others, we now take great pleasure in writing blogs about many topics. In Jim’s case it is his memories of living in Wild and Wonderful Wyoming; the title of his blog. I like that he casts, as if fishing, for fables and true stories from his memories in the Wyoming of his day. Jim’s writing is more in the style of memoir because he delves into the time and place and intention of each blog he writes. One of my favorites is “A Mother’s Day Tribute.” I recommend that you cast a line and sit back and enjoy Jim’s style of storytelling @ jimbomedia.info/wordpress/.

Storytelling: Unaware, each of us live within our life stories and some of us share our past online in a word named BLOG. Each blogger tells a different story that draws readers to capture the memory moments of their experience on Mother Earth. Jim’s Wyoming, past and present, is an example of fables and rumors and the poignant moments of childhood that never fade away.

I’ve always thought that due to technology we are losing our life stories. Yet here I am utilizing that exact technology to encourage you to visit bloggers and stay a while. Why? Well you just might see yourself in their words. Yet, as technology leapfrogs faster and faster into the future, I question who will tell our stories? I ask this unanswerable question because I believe each voice on Mother Earth has a story to impart that someone needs to hear!    

“IT’S EVERYBODY’S LOSS…”

Janet's project 1 copyI know loss because growing up I attended the funerals of those who came before me. I touched their ice-cold hands, remembering how they felt to hold when warm. Women wept openly into their silk-thread hankies. Men stood close by to catch those faint of heart. And the true-life of the deceased became visible to each mourner that stood overlooking the coffin. “Pete, do you remember when she…” “Thelma, I remember him saying…”  “Did you know she raised those kids…” “He knew how to tell a joke, better than…” “She never said much, so quiet…” “He is in a better place…” “The little tot just didn’t have…”

Death Then—regardless of the reason—was a coming together to acknowledge a future devoid of the essence of our loved one.  

Death Today is shape-shifting to resentment and prejudice and religion and mistrust and illegal drugs and refugees and drunk drivers and ideologies and women’s rights and politics and greed and technology and all countries who kill their own and those who steal everything. 

Mother Earth has experienced centuries of wars in the names of religion and greed so maybe I should not be so saddened by the shape-shifting we SEE now. However, I am because this war is to kill humankind without any rules of engagement.

So I ask: “Who will be left to touch that ice-cold hand  

 of yesterday’s remembering?”

“IT’S EVERYBODY’S LOSS…”

 

~ THE WEB ~

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~ THE WEB & A SPIDER’S WEB ~  

The  Web and a Spider’s Web are beautiful and deadly all at the same time. Coined by J. L. Montera

Yes I too stepped into the void that is The Web and doing so I learned new terminology and uncovered a world out in the Cloud that is The Web. I learned that each step one takes to build a platform is a crucial step not to be taken lightly. To understand that not knowing is okay at first but this luxury is not permanent and can be fatal. I took advice from the clued-up yet wondered how technology would ultimately impact me as a person. Would I find value added to my hard work or become stunted as to who I was and the products I create?

For example, to trust something called an eBook that actually does not exist until downloaded. Or copyrights with ISBN numbers that float by on the back cover of every river of creativity.

The Web is like a Stage where each name of every actor is present to prove their competence and guarantee their resources are enough for the World’s Stage. The governments of the world are present as well to capture the accolades that are collected in every monetary value.

Social Media on The Web are second-by-second scenes that soar past leaving a void where story telling used to be. There are harsh scripts by bullies of all sorts with the intention to do harm. Those attending the play have no recourse but to believe what the script intended so accept the unacceptable. Or worse, writes a different play that wounds and the plays go on.

The Web that is a Cloud and The Spider Web that sustains a spider are, I imagine, here to stay. So the last line of my play warns: What is beautiful can also be deadly!

“TECHNOLOGY & MY IMAGININGS”

My lament is that I wasn’t born at the onset of technological advancement on every level so that IT and I could have grown up together. “Why?” you may ask. Because the brain I have now is so cluttered with life’s memorabilia that I must force-fit the latest technology in-between my, by now, utterly hectic cerebrum.

I have examples; but, of course you already knew that. In the span of just four weeks my cerebrum felt the force of technology hitting at my zenith—imagine a Milky Way starburst!

Like a client’s CD and Stick I must adjust to my photography software; Word Press updates; new droid Smartphone; led by techno-savvy Lukas at Newsgrape added my blog; new homepage created (with help); words like spam and widgets and gadgets… There’s more, but I just… Oops, did I mention promoting my novel “Those Who Came Before” on social media?

Change is never easy, yet My Imaginings are worthy of my best efforts. Observe: “…The cerebrum sits at the topmost part of the brain and is the source of intellectual activities. It holds memories, allows us to plan, enables us to imagine and think. [Citation: National Institute of Neurological Disorders & Stroke]