Men in Togas

Be careful today!

Especially if you see men with short hair and white togas headed your way.

Poor Julius.  He never saw it coming.

The Ides of March

William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar is well-worth the read.  Somewhere I have my college copy of the play with my annotations and 20-year old worldly insights in the margins.

Staying indoors on a cold March Day reading Shakespeare.

Perfect for the Ides of March.

 

Hard times are coming…

Hard times are coming, when we’ll be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine real grounds for hope. We’ll need writers who can remember freedom-poets, visionaries-realists of a larger reality.    Ursula Le Guin  American Writer  1929-2018

 

 

On a cold morning

Photo Lori Greer in Portland~

It is wonderful to sit by my fireplace on a cold, dark morning.

The sun will rise in an hour or so. There is snow on the ground.

I have a hot cup of coffee and a book to read.

My sweet Ginny lies on her rug near the fire dozing.

Could there be a more perfect morning?

Talking About Sex

In 8th grade, my girlfriends and I exchanged so much mis-information about sex.  It is amusing today to recall our conversations.  Continue reading “Talking About Sex”

Branded Litter Begone!

Reading this article in the Wall Street Journal (WSJ) this morning made me happy.

Chagrin or a frown is my usual response to business articles in the WSJ.

Not their fault, just the nature of the beast.

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“Haagen-Dazs ice cream will be among hundreds of products available through a new refillable-container project.” PHOTO: TERRACYCLE, The Wall Street Journal, CMO TODAY.

Continue reading “Branded Litter Begone!”

What to worry about or not…

Here is a list that Jazz Age novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald sent his 11-year old daughter Scottie in 1933 of things to and not to worry about.

She was the only child of Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.  Continue reading “What to worry about or not…”

Thanks Google

I am in Alabama caring for my sweet little granddaughter while my son travels to conferences.

She attends daycare in the mornings.  As I was sitting at my desk relishing the chance to work uninterrupted, my phone buzzed with a notification that someone was at the front door. Continue reading “Thanks Google”

Help Me Out Here, Einstein

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When I consider that Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for over 24 years, I think what a long time that was.  It seems inconceivable.

When I consider that my husband died at 58 years it does not seem nearly long enough. A life cut short. Continue reading “Help Me Out Here, Einstein”

The Peace of Wild Things

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me

and I awake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief.  I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting for their light.  For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

It feels to me as though we are living in perilous times.

World peace, economic stability…all seems like pipe dreams.

Hence, this poem by Wendell Berry

 

 

 

Dealing With Stress…

I am under a lot of stress.

My daughter-in-law has stage 4 cancer.

I started a new job recently which is not going well.  I lost my job…

It is cold outside.

Continue reading “Dealing With Stress…”