Nature within, or in this case beneath, modern constructs. Nice texture contrast. The concrete edge points one to the subject and still stands apart because of the groomed lines of focus. There is a sense of history also with the layers of clay and concrete.
I’m humming an old hymn in the kitchen.
My grandmother used to sing as she worked about the house. There were times in my life when she served as my grandmother and mother, and she sang. Words came about, or just a melody through concentrating lips.
I’m humming in my own static today. Though I follow the hours and dates from my point A to my current point on a timeline, I feel some areas of my life have stretched thin and other areas of my life have stretched long. Life isn’t linear.
In addition to my linearly calculated life, my life topography is varied, as any living place should be.
I have to admit I’m airborn, aloft of my own tension. The turbulence isn’t comfortable within twenty feet. The male dog startles when I stand and the female gives a stress yawn if I sit long. The deaf cat pats my arm with his left forepaw, standing upright with me as his brace; he’s asking me to rest a while with him.
And in the kitchen I sing, “This is the day that the Lord hath made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.” My ears hear my own voice and my heart hears my grandmother’s. I am not in a rejoicing mood. Nor am I religious.
Perhaps words set to the tune of voice were a reminder at times of duress. I am alive to sing and in some way I–Will–Be–Glad.
My first experience at blogging awards! Thanks to Cheryl Wright for the nomination. This year’s April Blogging from A to Z writing challenge is a shared experience, and it was so worth exploring the blogs of other participants (more than 2000, I believe). Her blog displays diversity from the “About Me” page through the connections Cheryl has provided. The person in personal is at the blog series’ center. Find her…everywhere! And at Plucking Of My Heartstrings.
Seven little-known facts about me:
1. Mine was not a military family; however, my parents, siblings and I moved often.
2. I was completely blonde as a child; while I retained the stick-straight hair, the blonde is now mahogany with plenty of gray.
3. My superpower is hearing a little too well, so earplugs are stocked in quantity.
4. I’ve been homeless.
5. I once ate a (beheaded) grilled trout—bones and all—much to the dismay of my paternal grandmother.
6. I grew a mango from the store-bought fruit’s seed.
7. I have milked a cow and a goat.
The nominees for Versatile Blogger:
A.K. Andrew at http://akandrew.com/blog-a-writers-notebook/
Lydia Steele Richmond at http://www.clutteredgenius.com
Gettin’ Trippy at http://gettintrippy.blogspot.com/
Elena Levon at http://mselenalevontraveling.com/
Scott Schuman at http://www.thesartorialist.com/
G.E. Reutter at http://gereutter.wordpress.com/
Otto von Münchow at http://munchow.wordpress.com/
The Renegade Seamstress at http://chicenvelopements.wordpress.com/
Valeriu Barbu at http://valeriudgbarbu.wordpress.com/
Impressions of a Princess at http://gongjumonica.com/
Jean at http://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/
I Heart Faces at http://www.iheartfaces.com/
Cluttered Genius at http://www.clutteredgenius.com/
TK at http://nerdbookreviews.blogspot.com/
Sylvia at http://silviatomasvillalobos.wordpress.com/
Those who choose to participate:
1. If you have been nominated, create a post to thank that person. Link your post back to their blog.
2. Nominate 15 other bloggers that you believe deserve this award. Link back to their blog. Notify them to let them know of the nomination.
3. Share 7 little known facts about yourself.
Lewis and Clark would be dismayed. The careful calculations they charted were of a forming and reforming Columbia River, which was destined to divide.
Swaths of explorable land forked the lake-like Columbia while heavy timber slowed the push of mist, rain and river. The ocean fought the flow of fresh water, diluting with low tide only to reclaim its mixture as the tide swelled.
The tide and the river’s pulse remain. With the felling of timber, the rise in soil run-off heaved the volume of the river. What the rush of spring melt had not washed away was suffocating in the sudden silt. Island swaths dwindled to stranded trees between muddy banks.
True, the onslaught of matter-dense river water will etch away the blunt tip of an island. And it is at the upstream the island gains debris with which it incrementally rebuilds itself. The trees march forward, sidling up to shore one another during the calmer months. The solidarity of trees’ roots claim any purchase—deadfall, rock and nutrients—that would otherwise escape the grasp of an island.
Then-maps will never match now-maps, or next-maps for that matter. The Pacific Northwest is a place set in its ways, however malleable the landscape.
©2014 Sandra R. Davidson
Psychology Today is the last place I would expect the use of derogatory labels such as “crazy.”
Here is a list of the instances of crazy in the article by Donna Jackson Nakazawa.
Paragraph 1: “…[someone] simply acts crazy in ways that confound us…”
Suggestion: Drop the word crazy.
Paragraph 3: “How can we stop feeling embroiled in other people’s craziness?”
Suggestion: The word behavior would be a suitable substitute for “craziness,” though I can think of other alternatives.
Item 11: “…to prevent a crazy-making altercation…”
Suggestion: Slightly less succinct would be, to prevent an altercation that leaves us with distressing thoughts.
Item 14: “…who’s driving you crazy…”
Suggestion: How about, who’s become the center of your thoughts.
Also, I ask, “Who is behind the wheel driving? And why isn’t it you to begin with?” That could be another article in itself. I suspect there is more than one side of the equation that needs to address mental health.
Postscript: From the point listed in response to paragraph 3 ["How can we stop feeling embroiled in other people’s craziness?"], are we conveniently turning away from recognizing others require help? We likely are not the person to help them; however there are many ways to foster connections between the person in need and persons who can offer help.
Sandra R. Davidson