Tag Archives: Art

The Incense of Autumn

Scents were fragrantly permeating the air as I strolled through the forest. And I was reflecting on words. Words to describe my senses.

My senses other than sight.

We depend on sight over all of our other senses. And while our brains are processing each moment in a billion different ways, we usually think in terms of what we see. Whether things are light or dark. Colors and shapes. Whether things are bleary or brilliant or dazzling or dingy. Radiant, shimmering, flashy, glistening, streaked or tarnished. So many descriptors.

An exception seems to come with Autumn. When Fall arrives people often speak of the smells of the season. Those scents which bring comfort and warm feelings inside. That internal warmth that seems to compensate for the decreasing temperatures as Helios shifts its radiant energy to the southern hemisphere.

But as I think about my other senses, I find myself struggling for the words to describe fragrances.

Continue reading The Incense of Autumn

The Smart Pony

Back around the turn of the century, there was a famous Orloy Trotter Horse in Germany who was acclaimed for being able to perform arithmetic and other intellectual feats.   The horse’s name was Clever Hans.

After a formal investigation into his skills, a psychologist claimed the horse was smart, but only in the sense that it paid attention to the reactions and body language of his trainer.  The trainer, it was said, had no idea the horse was eyeing him for the cues on how to respond to the ongoing tests. 

Well, this story is not about Clever Hans.

Warning:  I have a bit of a sarcastic, sardonic, and cynical sense of humor.  I think a lot of people do, but some don’t, and they may not get my attempts to poke fun at things.  That’s ok, but I just wanted to warn the reader that’s where we’re headed today, down sarcastic, cynical lane. 😊

Disclaimer:  And while I’m poking fun at a business conference below, understand that I’m not really trying to belittle the people who made their presentations.  They were all very nice people and some were incredibly smart folks.  That doesn’t mean we can’t have a sense of humor about the topics being presented and the terminology they used.

***

Ok, so yesterday I was having a little fun with some new words and phrases coming out of the business sector.  And I ended that post by mentioning something else I did once at a work conference.  Something I thought was rather amusing, and you can do this too the next time you’re at one of those oh-so-boring meetings.

Continue reading The Smart Pony

The River – Old School

Or maybe I should say, old school style with modern outfitters . . .

***

As the gorge narrowed the wind picked up, and the air temperature noticeably dropped.  The calming frequency of the soft rush of the water shifted timbre.  Now cascading, surging ever faster downward, as the amplitude of the waves, both in size and pitch, increased to a deafening roar.

We hung on tight with both hands as the V-shaped bow and rigid hull sliced into the first wave, but the second was much larger.  And the small vessel skirted straight up its crest, reminiscent of a mighty ocean sailing ship in a surging Atlantic storm, but in miniature.

SR - 7

At the oarsman’s skillful command, the boat shifted sideways as it rolled down into the trough in time for the next wave to crest high above our heads.  Crashing down, completely drenching us, the flare of the hull offering no protection.  Filling the open compartments to the frame’s brim.

Our laughter could be heard above the roar of the rapids as we bailed.

Continue reading The River – Old School

Lost and Found

Well, I’m back.  Sort of.  And momentarily.

Back where?

The launchpad.  The place I always leave from 🙂

The summer travels are complete and planning is on the way for the next round.  Hopefully some more before winter sets in.  And definitely more on the distant horizon of 2020.

If I had my choice, I’d never land.  I’d stay in perpetual motion.

For the moment, that is not meant to be.

Continue reading Lost and Found

The Only Paradise

Photo: From my recent journey to the West Coast.

PC - HW 101 - Beaches - 17 + Edward Abby Quote

I have been told that mobile users are unable to see the “Feature Pic” when it is added on a desktop or laptop, so I’m including it in the text as well in hopes that mobile readers will be able to view it.  WordPress does have its glitches.

In Metta

LOGOz

 

Shuffled – “Here’s Looking at You Kid”

A couple of days ago, I noticed that a reader had liked one of my posts from February.  Now that’s a great thing because it wasn’t one of the stories that was “pinned” to my home page then.  Generally speaking, our older posts drift backward in time and out of the spotlight as we write new ones.  So the reader had to take a little time to hunt this one down.  Or maybe they just stumbled upon it.  Either way, I was happy they found it.

And then I noticed that this particular piece, Coffee, had one of the highest number of likes of all of my posts.

Continue reading Shuffled – “Here’s Looking at You Kid”

Thank You and Come Again

A while back I wrote a piece called Experimental Writing.  I have taken that post down with about a hundred others, but the point of the piece was that everything we write and put out here for the world to see is a bit of an experiment.

We learn through trial and error what works and what doesn’t. What people like to read, and how they like to read it.

And while my background has me well trained in technical writing, and formalized legal writing, my academic training did little for teaching me what I think is truly important – the art of storytelling.  That’s one of those things I’ve been learning on my own.

The feedback from the WP community is great.

So yesterday I attempted to write what was supposed to be part two of a short series I started playing with about current societal gender roles and the concept of being “conscious” in those roles.  And because of my fascination with word usage and origin, I was poking a little fun at the evolution of the slang word “woke.”

To tackle the controversy surrounding this single-syllable, yes, believe it or not there are folks fighting over ownership rights to a slang word, I had to discuss the concept of “cultural appropriation.” Something that I think has become a bit distorted. Grossly distorted, in fact.

What I ended up with looked a little bit like a cross between editorializing and a legal brief, and I’m not sure anyone would have gotten the type of humor I tried to infuse it with, as I respectfully called Bullshit on it all. 😊

It was a lump of coal.  And as a dear heart once told me, intelligence only goes so far.

She’s right of course.

Realizing that this was probably not my only failure at composing, I thought I should take a moment to thank all my followers out here in WP land.  I greatly appreciate your visits, you trying to digest the meanderings through my mind, and your insightful comments.

You give me courage.  You give me strength.  You give me the will to get back on the horse and throw something out there for the world to see.  Accepting the risk of whether it will fly or falter.

So, thank you all for being here, and please come visit again.  You help me to grow as a writer, and I’m eternally grateful for that.

In Metta

LOGOz

Photo: Back in the saddle, somewhere in time and space.

Tse’itsi’nako – “Thought Woman” Being Woke – Part 1

Yesterday, I posed an open-ended question regarding women’s and men’s gender roles and the concepts surrounding modernity’s spin on “re-awakening” in these roles.  And the comments have been great and insightful!

But before I travel down that path of personal pontification over what I believe I’m currently witnessing in this regard, I wanted to relay another story.  A story about a matriarchal society.  And in some ways, I’m not sure it’s accurate to call it that.

Perhaps “balanced” is a better word.

Now I love aboriginal creation stories.  Some people refer to these as myths, but I would say no one story is better conceived than any other and we might all learn something if we stop and take a breath once and a while.  Open ourselves up to wider perspectives.  Expose ourselves to other cultures and different avenues of thought, reasoning, creativity, and belief.

Continue reading Tse’itsi’nako – “Thought Woman” Being Woke – Part 1