Tag: Art
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Seriously, What Do You Think Truth IS?
What is Truth? Intro Recently, I was challenged to write about “my Truth.” Considering the thousands of years we’ve been laboring over exactly what truth is, it seemed pretty much like a fool’s errand. But after some reflection, I considered it a good way to do the type of examination commonly practiced this time of…
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Words Magical
And a little more on the idea that words are magical, spells, the incantations that generated Sapiens rise. Words Magical all words have power whenspoken or written in context Latin or other ancient tonguesare not required only used to confuse andexclude the masses in their use incantations or just plainold motivational speeches just articulated words…
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Words Are Spells
And now, let’s return to a topic I’ve broached before, Mages and Sorcery, based on words and their usage, the power behind Sepians’ rise. Words Are Spells from their beginningswords painted mental imagesdirected actionsmanipulated emotions since primal beginningsmany languages were bornlived and diedno longer spoken nor replied and now, new words addedsome transformed, reinventedwhile others…
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Still Irony of Ironies, as Usual
Especially in our seemingly neverending election cycles… Irony of Ironies sometimes it’s all too tiringfacts and opinionsbeliefs and conditioningpropaganda commercialsinternal dilemmacognitive dissonance sometimes it’s all toopedantic toosemantic toocerebral or tooemotional to appreciatethe irony of it all survival depends oncooperation of the wholebrains and heartsindividual and communityhumanity and our ecologyless humankind ends alone and forgottenin burned-out…
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Wading In Providence
Providence provision by nature or godsby a higher power thenout of our control in the enda mystery condition of universefaith in higher powerswading in the murky waters – of providence –LE – 9/23/24
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Saturday Morning – Late September
Late September Saturday Morning warm sun rays, screenedthrough arborvitae and citrusetch long shadows across the yardhumming to morning’s dance the morning doves, finches, and pigeonsalready emptied the feeders and moved ona chicken clucks and a dog barksdown the block a few bees gather pollen as alarge, satiny-black butterfly flits fromfrond to petaled frond of the…
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The Painters With Whiskey
This is a repost from February of ’23, but I used a different watercolor, and no, it’s not a whiskey painting… Whiskey Painters 4×5 inchmasterpiecespaintswere carriedin a smallAnacin tinfolding brushcompletedthe ensemble table in the barthe painter’sbrush dipped ina half-fullshot glassJamesonwon’t mindfor art’s sake vibrant colorsbrushed onhoneyed withaged IrishKentuckyor Tennesseelittle masterpiecesexchanged We’re allwelcome to tryWhiskey-coloredmasterpieceslandscapesportraitsabstractssounds prettydaunting…
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The Golden Years – Memior – Final Chapter?
Retirement – The ‘Golden Years’ (?) I’ve already discussed most of my experiences since retirement previously. So, what exactly are ‘the Golden Years’ anyway? I’d heard about them for most of my working career. Not sure what I expected, but if ‘Golden’ was supposed to imply perfection and unbridled happiness, then the reality leaves much…
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Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound three small, single-colored butterfliesyellow, orange, and white flitamong tired looking Brittlebush, Sageand Desert Mallow in the dry riverbedwaves and sloshes of the last flood watersrolling down to the Gila are bakedinto the mud, looking like fossilized water dry and dead grasses glimmer whitishin the September morning sununder a summer-blue skynot a cloud to…
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Providence At Kennedy Lake
Providence placid lake mirrors skyheron stands with fishermen –waiting providence –LE –8/17/24
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