Category: Commentary
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Memoir Memory — Family Tragedy In 1983
Family Tragedy In 1983 An older post, but still relevant… Spirit VS Form – A Poor Life VS No Life I’m filled withRage and griefO’r the lossOf my new niece A summer breezeThe winter chillA life of easeOr a job that kills The joy of loveThe pain of lossThe will to liveAnd its cost The…
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Hey, Diddle, Diddle
Hey, diddle, diddleThe cat and fiddle… So did the cat, the cow, or the little dog run away with the spoon? I guess you’ll have to recite the whole nursery rhyme to remember…; -) –LE – 6/23/25
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Self Care?
How do you practice self-care? Self Care? Well, I started to ‘self-care’ early on in life, though, to my knowledge, no one called it that then. I was pretty much a ‘loner’ in school from elementary on. Since I didn’t ‘hang out’ with friends (or really have any), wasn’t in any social clubs, wasn’t on…
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Memoir Addendum – On Listening
When I try to explain this to people, they usually don’t listen, and I suspect, don’t really care. They are more interested in bulldozing their own personal perspectives through, looking for acquiescence, and not interested in anything that might differ. On Listening And Hopefully Understanding There’s a trick to audio learning. I didn’t invent it,…
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A Matter of Perspective
How do you waste the most time every day? Well, I’m sure that many would consider most of my daily activities ‘wastes of time’. But that’s certaily NOT my perspective… The consensus of the responses I’ve read so far today seems to be that the biggest waste of time is ‘doom-scrolling’, and I couldn’t agree…
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Sun…Day Afternoon
Sun…Day AfternoonI’m sitting here inMy mindCounting my breaths awayI’m centering here and nowOpening my mind’s eyeContemplating myBiosphereThe eco systemConnecting me with allThat allows meTo thrive in this swirlingLittle eddie of the eternallyFlowing river ofSpace/time As images and ideasKaleidoscope my mindTaking me to newAnd unheard ofSights and plains I start counting myBreaths againFeeling my lungsFill and…
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Mid-June Morning Ride
Mid-June Morning Ride Under a pristine skyBlue misty mountainsAll around While solar stampedBar and QR codesMark our definitivePositions on the longRoad to nowhere Another of life’s ironies Roadrunner cocked andReady for the starting gunPeering down that long road Prairie dog pups skitteringOver the coarse dry groundAs heat waves riseMaking the distance rippleLIke a mirage Heading…
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Tuesday Afternoon
“…I’m looking at myself, reflections of my mindIt’s just the kind of day to leave myself behindSo gently swaying thru the fairy-land of loveIf you’ll just come with me and see the beauty ofTuesday afternoon…” Tuesday Afternoonby The Moody Blues Tuesday, afternoonI’m just beginning to seeNow I’m on my wayIt doesn’t matter to meChasing the…
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First? Perhaps…
Write about your first crush. I’ve written about her previously and will provide a link to that poem below. As I was saying: first? Perhaps, but certainly the most ‘crushing’ to my soul in my young life to that point. There had been other girls that I’d fancied, ‘liked’, who’d swiped me to their ‘friends…
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Cynical Optimism
Regardless of what a whole genre of music might have you think, not every day is ‘blue’. Sure, we all have ‘blue’ days from time to time, but they are not eternal, regardless of some musicians’ sentiments. There is a continuum waving between the poles of deep ‘blues’ and high hopes, or even satisfaction. It’s…
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