OUR MONTHLY QUESTION

If you could have a memento of any famous person, who is it and what would you want it to be?”

This month Georgene (Jan.’19) comments on our question. “I’ve been wracking my brain to think of some memento I would like to 

have from a famous person. The challenge is that I don’t really care that much about mementos from famous people.

I recall when I used to work for a publisher. Employees were always standing in line for authors to sign books. I never did. Another time, my husband took me to a retro music concert that included my favorite band from my junior high days.

I loved the concert. But when I wouldn’t stand in line to get my ticket signed by the lead vocalist, he did it for me. I can’t tell you where it is today.

I have a few mementos from special people in my life. The dolphin figurine Editor Frances sent me is one of those mementos. I enjoy it every day as it frolics near a sand sculpture given to me by the friend who coordinated my wedding reception and the sea shell vase a long-time friend helped me com-pose of shells collected over the years for my ocean-themed bedroom.

Now, my husband and I are seriously preparing to down-size. Next year we’ll move into a continuing care community.

I’m using all my energy discerning and letting go of unimportant things.

As Itry to clear out my home before the move,I can’t even begin to imagine bringing

something in… even if it is an imaginary memento from someone I admire!

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Our current topic, will remain open and a new topic will join it: “My relationship with new technology is…”

As always, comments on old questions are always welcome!

OUR 2019 SELF-DISVOCERY GAME

Our January 2019 Mid-month “game” continues. It was taken from Kokology, The Game of Self-Discovery, the first book by Tadahiko Nagao and Isamu Saito. LindaSue (Mar.’19) had this to say about her drawing for the game.“By now, the field of yellow flowers feels the most calming and relaxing to me.” She chose outcome number four: A field of yellow flowers.

LindaSue’s drawing
LindaSue’s drawing

About this choice, authors say, “You are a storehouse of knowledge and creativity, bursting with ideas and almost infinite potential. Keep attuned to the feelings of others and never stop working on building your dream and there is nothing you cannot achieve.”

LindaSue disagrees with some of their predictions. She says, “I am not ‘…a storehouse of knowledge and creativity, bursting with ideas and infinite potential.’ That is not me!

I do try to stay attuned to the feelings of others. I also never stop working on building my dream… I keep trying.”

BABY BOOK PHOTOS

Memorial Day rain,

daughter Cassie inside practices piano,

birds chirp all over,

cars pounding bass . . .

juxtaposed images produce

mind gap illumination lightning,

a synapse fire.

Cassie today

walking in morning sun

holding my hand

says,

Daddy, you’re the best boy in the whole world!”

Cassie almost three.

Cassie passed out on momma Mia’s lap, sprawled on massage chair, both blessed heads turned floppily over to the left.

I love that jiggling mass of flesh and cotton,

but especially I rejoice in

our true and unburdened souls: beneath, around and through.

Cassie eating ice cream sandwich

in sun, pink shirt butterfly

orange skirt,

squint in eye,

back patio poolside-

so beautiful!

Prism lays rainbow green across Cassie’s young lady chop-hair face, begraced. So much flashed

in that green throw of light

on her face.

Brian Janisse (Mar.’19) adds, “My daughter’s baby book is comprised of real-time word sketches. The ‘photos’ here are but a glimpse.

A READING OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL CLASS MINUTES

There once was a teacher

Of a Sunday School Class

Who shuddered when she saw

The poverty of the mass.

She dutifully prayed

For their misguided souls

Then she talked in sweet terms

Of the mission fund goals.

Then there were the members

Of the Sunday School Class

Who bargained with God

To fight for the mass.

But they talked of a carpet

To warm their cold feet,

And so missed the battle

For which they were meet.

The carpet was laid

On the floor with care,

In hope that the members

Would often come there

To share in the glow

Of the comfort it gave

As they supplicated

With God, and He forgave.

There sat the teacher

Humble and proud

And surveyed with a smile

Her noble small crowd.

Each Sunday they came

Dressed in their best,

Prepared to serve

An example to the rest.

And so it was that

The poor never knew

The contribution they made

To the comfort of the few,

Warm and snug…

Inspired by a rug.

June Poucher (Mar. ‘19) adds, “Some of my old memories still bring a smile.”

POEM FOR MY BROTHER

He was a solitary soul,
Kept closeness far from
His inner self where we all
Seek connection,
But then there are memories
Forgotten,
The wash tub
splash of childhood
In summer;
Walks in winter when
Snow covered sidewalks,
And we wore rubber boots;
In summer
roller skates, playing marbles
Or parcheesi—
We both had a hard time
At dinner when
He refused Lima beans,
And I, asparagus;
We both felt a strap
On our behinds,

His more often than mine—

Years passed,
You never married;
I did—
You kept to yourself
Your life—
I almost forgot about you—
This past week,

we blessed each other:

I was to stay on earth,
You were to leave,
But our breaths lingered
Together,
Until you could do no more,
Breathing…
I was able to say in a whisper
“I love you”
And wish you well
On your final journey…

  Gayle Bluebird (Mar.’19) says, “Wishing I had more memories of my brother over the years, but we each found a way to survive that excluded us from each other.  Surprisingly, I discovered that we did come together more than I thought.” 

OUR DAYS ARE DEAR

Life is not cheap…

Be careful how you spend it.

            Simon Stargazer III (Mar.’19) shares his thoughts on the above lines, “Realizing that even though my goal is to surpass my grandmother’s age of 96 and sneak past 100, I’ve still got lots of stuff to do before then. Time is getting shorter. Thus, I’ll add these lines:

Like many very expensive things…

the time I have left is not just expensive,

it is irreplaceable!

new memories

Each day can bring forth new memories.

James (Mar.’19) ads, “Old letters and photos may trigger sentimentality.”

GOD SQUAD

A friend often sends me the “God Squad” column from her Saturday newspaper. The author, Jewish Rabbi Marc Gellman, is such a wise man!  (See next page.)

In a recent column, he said he did not fully understand how one could love their enemies.

I agree. It’s likely the most a human can shoot for is to want fairness for their enemy. Loving them is likely not in the cards. 

Rabbi Gellman went on to talk about other kinds of love. It got me to thinking. I’ve always thought of love as a bond that is like two strands of rope that become much stronger when they are interwoven as one. 

I never fell for the Jerry Mcquire “You complete me” line of thinking. 

Chantal

Chantal (Mar.’19) adds, “Other than book club earlier this week, I’ve not been heading out much because of the March cold spell with fierce wind.” 

THE WORLD IS IN ORDER

Every day I wake up and look around and I am in awe of what God did, just everything he created. He gave every animal its own set of unique behaviors.

Within one family of birds, the nightjars here in America, there are different subgroups with unique sets of behaviors.

For instance, nighthawks that spend most of the time on the wing at dusk and dawn. They fly a lot like bats but they have their own unique display which involves diving through the air. This creates a booming noise with their wings -it’s kind of a courtship thing.

The whippoorwills and chuck-wills-widows sing their names as well as fly. By contrast to the night hawk, their flights are short and they spend as much time perching in trees and singing as they do catching insects in flight. (When flying, chucks and whips look like large fruit bats).

As with human being, the birds have different regional dialects. For example, Southwestern Whippoorwills have a more raspy call than their Eastern cousins. This is no mistake. God made these creatures and gave them the different varieties of behaviors. It’s almost like an avian version of human culture.

Members of the same bird family in the same area are doing different things. In a wooded area chuck will’s widow and whippoorwills are doing their own thing while nighthawks right over their heads are flying around catching bugs.

Bookworm (Feb.’19) “God has an order for things in nature. In a similar way God created Asperger’s (Syndrome) people with unique brains to fill their own niche.”

THE ACCIDENT

(Part 2 of 4)

Previously:  Linda and her husband Bill were in Arizona on their winter adventuring. For more than a month all had gone smoothly. Then their Jeep was hit by another driver.

Before our trouble, Hubby and I had been having a good day.  In the morning we had hunted for fire agate, a semi-precious material, about fifteen miles northeast of our campsite. Later we continued north to Clifton, Arizona, nestled into the nearby mountains.  We found some small pieces of fire agate, but I think many years of being picked over by rock hounds has played this site out.

Clifton is a mining town, tied to the nearby Morenci Mine, in one of the largest copper reserves in the world.  We found some very interesting local history and some picturesque photos to take.   


Approaching Clifton

After we were hit coming back from Clifton to our campsite everything changed.  Though no one was injured, after the accident, even the quarter mile walk back to our campground didn’t help my anger and sadness.

I was not in good shape mentally. All of our plans seemed to be flushing down the drain.  It was a holiday and we couldn’t get any of the insurance business done until the claims people returned to work the next day.  I didn’t sleep well that night.  (See next page.)

When we finally reached agents, we thought that the situation was under control.  But, the next day when I called the tow company and the collision shop to find out what was going on, I learned that the insurance company had not contacted either of them.  I took charge and handled the situation, but I had been misled and wasn’t happy.

        Sitting in our RV, I was, off and on, inconsolable. My husband was upset that he could not ease my angst when I cried.  He was angry, too.  We resolved to work on accepting the situation and support each other.

The bottom line was: there we sat.

          Linda Rosenthal (Mar.’19) adds, “The repair check was finally issued, but the body shop is slow.  I took the advice of the insurance claims representative and chose the service name they mentioned.  But, it is a small town and a rural area. I don’t know when we are going to get our Jeep back.”