Wednesday, November 30, 2011

What is consciousness?

 *photo courtesy of  Davis Meltzer/National Geographic/Getty Images

Kenia's Challenge at Imaginary Gardens asked us to write a poem based on a metaphysical question. We had a list to chose from. I chose this question, "What is consciousness?"

Here is my poem:

Cross roads of enigma
a Milky Way view
to maps of Paradines
molecules surfing in a sea of stars
waiting for the next wave
awe of the mysterious black hole
Broca's area a circuit board of neurons
syntax magic coats the astringent power of self
God's hand in question
etch-a-sketch mood
recycled stardust stems soul's quest
code of identity bathed in neurotransmitters
a labyrinth planet
questionable parameters
dopamine's dirty snow balls(comets)
randomly appear
exploring boundaries of self's frontier
in signature analysis

Monday, November 28, 2011

Listening Can Be A Gift Or Help You Find One!

 "Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand. ~Karl Menninger

Does this happen to you?  You have a convo with a friend or loved one and a  memory  is brought up. Remember when...  You listen to them and take note of a key word. Then this word keeps appearing in odd ways, books, TV and people say this word to you. The subconscious takes over and now this focus is heightened. You are more aware.  My Mom started talking about Russian Nesting Dolls. She bought one years ago and gave it away. She wished she had kept it. Do you give away stuff you like?  I know I do this a lot.

My Mom has a remarkable memory. I know I could say, for her age, but I won't. Her memory is remarkable for any age. She shocks her grandchildren with her memory.  I saw awhile ago a segment on 60 minutes about people, with extraordinary recall.  I found one of them had written a book. I bought it for her for Christmas. I received it today and I randomly opened it up. The page said, this:

"It's as though I have all of my prior selves still inside me, the self I was on every day of my life, like her or not, nested as in a Russian doll-inside today's Jill are complete replicas of yesterday's Jill and the Jills for all the days stretching so far back in time.  The book is "The Woman Who Can't Forget"~
Jill Price with Bart Davis.  It is the extraordinary story of living with the most remarkable memory known to science. It is called Superior Autobiographical Memory.

My Mom is not in this league, but she is still remarkable, her vivid details and the way she retrieves info. I call her and tease "Time to open the vault".  She accuses me of testing her too much, but I don't really need to.  I too have this and so does my son. Sometimes it feels like a gift, other times a curse.  The details of the past are so vivid.

The days I remember are driven by passion or an emotional tug of war. I don't remember all the days of my life, like the author. My memory does get me in trouble sometimes. People don't remember or I get odd looks and I hear these words, "Why would you remember that?" they ponder.  I don't know...why, but I do.   The key word Russian Nesting dolls came up again and I knew I had to purchase these dolls, for Christmas. I knew when she read the book, she will be reminded of the dolls. I wanted vintage ones, something similar to the ones she gave away. I found this on Etsy, aren't they cute.  I reopened my Etsy shop today; if you get a chance stop by. I hope to list more items, later this week.  I would love to hear about your memory or key words that stood out and connected in unique ways for you! 

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thankful for our connections

 When I think about what I am thankful for, there is the obvious, family n' friends.  I sincerely want to thank bloggers, for all they have shared, offered and exchanged this year~ Your voice, your comments, your ideas, emails, all mean the world to me!  

I recently did a String challenge for Somerset Life. I loved the thoughts and memories that arrived as I  went through the process. I chose to submit three items. The first was a package to symbolize the beginnings of meeting my husband, what we endured. The second was a nest, to symbolize gathering items to form our foundation, our home. The third was when our children arrived and the joy and new challenges we faced. My art had one central theme, connections of the heart. All of these tugged at my heart strings.

I thought of how we are connected, sharing our passions, our hopes n' dreams, and our lives and voices. I thought of the web and how it has invisible strings that connect our hearts, minds and souls. I'm amazed everyday, by the kind words, the connections and the human condition.  I see it on my blog and others. Yes, you tug at my heart strings.  I want to thank all of you that blog and follow!  Thank you for sharing your soul, your comments and your compassion!  Thank you for listening to my view, the edge of my world. Thank you for sharing your lives with me; I truly feel blessed to know you!  For those who are on the fence about blogging, jump, lunge, and leap into it. It will change your life and you will never be the same.  You will be amazed!

 Words form the thread on which we string our experiences. Aldous Huxley 

 We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We can not change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.
Charles R. Swindoll

The most perfect expression of human behavior is a string quartet.
Jeffrey Tate

I might have to disagree with Jeffery, I think the most perfect expression of human behavior is  the invisible strings of humanity, that tug at our heart and make voices sing!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Moments like a River

Life does seem like a river for me lately. You never know how the current events of what you see can alter, affect you. Rivers can be treacherous, awe-inspiring, wild and beautiful.   I have had moments this week that remind me of a river.

Sunday, I witnessed a car accident. My husband n' I stopped to see if the  woman, was okay. I saw her car go air born and slam down and then speed along on the side of the road. She was knocking off saplings, like toothpicks. My husband swung the vehicle around and we approached her. He jumped right out; I hesitated.  I asked him later, if he thought about what he might see...he said, "No, never thought about it

When I was sixteen, I witnessed a deadly car accident, a girl I knew died.  It left me permanently scarred.  It did teach me how fragile life is.  How we need to tell each other how we truly feel, daily show our appreciation and affection, for one another.  I am still trying to shake off the accident, that lead me to other ripples in my week.

Sunday, the woman fell asleep at the wheel. She was in her mid forties, she was alone, and so lucky. Her car could have veered off to the left, into four lanes of traffic. She wasn't seriously hurt.  After helped arrived, Don wanted to continue to  do our errands and go get coffee.  I shook for several hours after, reliving both accidents.

 Awe inspiring:
The view in my neck of the woods is just that. Mother Nature has made everything bright n' vibrant. I have a tree out back that has turned mostly red,it is gorgeous,  When you walk down my hallway, you can see this rosy glow from the window, it has repainted one of the bedrooms. Stunning~

I'm having an "I Love Lucy" week. Every attempt I make to do something, I am derailed. I feel like someone better fix the train tracks soon. My daughter and son asked me about crocheting. I told them when I they were little, I use to crochet. I have several teens coming over, who want to learn. I'm having a crochet party.  Huh?  I haven't crocheted for years, yikes...  My daughter wants to make her boyfriend a hat. Later the boyfriend told me, he wants to make her one. My son's girlfriend wants to learn.  I hope I'm a good teacher; I don't feel like making hats. I'm working on some other things. I will share soon.

The River Journal, is a Friday journal. Once a week they share poetry, art, photography, creative writing and much more. River the founder and her assistant, Natasha are so kind and gracious to work with.  I am thrilled to have a poem and a photo selected for this week's edition.  Click HERE to dive into the current issue :D 

Hope everyone is having a calm week; please be safe~

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Think Tank Thursday

Poets United prompt #75 this week is  "Who am I?"  I am sure this will make some intriguing poetry and everyone's will be unique, like snowflakes. No two are alike...  Sorry, it feels like snow here and I can't get over the 30 degree drop in temperature.





I'm a magician with a Kaleidoscope view
I see worlds within others
I see nuances in the ordinary
I like calm, reflective moments
I dress to blend with nature
my intuitive canvas is filled with colorful rain
Organic, fresh alive like an exposed current
I'm filtered light in a fog of memories
My nicknames are Ellien, Turbo, Lucy and Ella
I'm a bull in a china closet
stubborn like concrete(sometimes)
I apply the golden rule
kindness and respect are my horizon
in a sea of true blue
I'm the red pigment in a green leaf
I'm never bored
clown like most of the time
I can get people to perform for me and
They are amazed they did that ;D
I am an ARTchaeologist unearthing treasure
I see brilliance in others, as I still mine my own.
I am a diamond in the rough~