Showing posts with label thinking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thinking. Show all posts

Monday, March 8, 2010

If one doesn't know anything


This made me giggle last night
although the fact that it was midnight might have had a whole lot to do with it!!!!

ok- here--->

"One cannot analyze what one knows,
go beyond what one knows,
or apply what one knows if one does not know anything"
Sternberg, Grigorenko, and Jarvin


vi.sualize.us

I think I found it so funny, because it is so true

Sunday, March 7, 2010

I can relate to that


vi.sualize.us
Women tell stories to each other.
We sit or walk close together, telling stories
of our lives,
loves,
discoveries,
challenges,
pains
and dreams

Stories are our way to illuminate the path
and find common ground.

Our illusions of separation disappear
When we hear stories of another's struggles
or discoveries
We hear ourselves say
"I can relate to that!"
Succulent Wild Women
by Sark


At what point does an acquaintance become a friend?

I have decided that the information shared between people is where the difference is made; opening up, telling personal tidbits, find those things that are your own yet you have in common, these are the things that draw us to another.

Do you scratch the surface, give basic details (I have 2 kids) or do you elaborate (one is a biter) ? Does that person reply back, "ohhh, that is nice".... or do they say - "I have a biter too!!" Suddenly a commonality is found that bonds you - you can relate. This is what happens.

Being able to open ourselves up a bit, sharing a more than what is on the surface is where the difference between acquaintances and friends are made. While it may not be easy to show what is down a bit deeper, in the end it can be worth it.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Who are you when no one is looking?

I am NOT the same person when I am alone as I am when I am surrounded by others. Now, granted my whole core self does not change. But, I relax more.

I am goofier when no one is around. I have been known to sing and I could be seen dancing around the house (neither of which anyone should have to suffer through). I talk to myself and I even answer... why not? It still matters what I look like when I am alone. Even if I decide to stay in my pajamas - I make sure to look decent enough that I could answer the door if I had to, and not be embarrassed.

I take things a bit slower and breath a little easier; it is possible to do that when you only have to worry about yourself. I tend to clean more, simply because I know that I am not going to mess it up, it will stay that way. I smile more and I find things funnier - I laugh at myself a lot (remember I talk to myself, apparently I am funny ;)

If I am going to do something that I enjoy - like sewing, make jewelery, making soap, writing, taking and editing pictures, blogging... I am more likely to do these things on the rare event that I am alone. Oh... and I read as I do things like cooking.

What else do I do differently when I am alone
(If ever, I am alone for an extended period of time)

I eat a small bit when I get up followed by lunch at 10 am, supper around 3:30-4 and a snack around 8-9pm. (Now if I didn't live in Minnesota that would be just right for breakfast, lunch and dinner.) The food that I make tends to take more time to prepare. There is no one to whine about wanting their meal NOW.

I sleep in until about 9am, nap around 2, and kick it into high gear at 3pm and stop around 2am (I am most productive during these times). Where I crawl into a bed and sleep from corner to corner across the mattress.

Finally, thoughts on being alone:: I am the youngest child in my family. My brothers were out of the house when I was in early Jr. High. This allowed my parents to finally get out of the house and do some things - so I was often alone. I got used to being alone, and I actually enjoy it. In fact some days (weeks/months) I crave it. I remember when the kids were young and I had reached my breaking point, hubby would say - I will watch the kids, go do something. But, really, all I wanted was to be alone in my own house, to do my own thing.

Who are you when no one is looking?


side note: the lady in this pic looks like my mom (kinda)

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Eyes - Looking, Seeing, Thinking


Kelly from Chic Geek posted a lovely piece about her blog friends
Called Window to the Soul
First of all her words are eloquent
and
secondly, I couldn't agree more
(nor could I write it better)But, she spoke about looking into eyes:
"When I look into my eyes, I see eyes that reflect my dreams, eyes that at times have questioned my worth, eyes that reflect beauty and wonder and amazement at the world around me. Our eyes reflect our emotions. Emotion, or the lack of emotion in the eyes can tell me a great deal about an individual.

I wish I could look into all of your eyes, to really know you, to understand your dreams
..."
So, Kelly and others, here you go
This reminds me of my all
time favorite song here

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What these eyes have been seeing this week

Downy Woodpecker

Pileated Woodpecker

Hairy Woodpecker

Camouflage

Thinking spot

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Where Have All The Poets Gone?



Where Have All The Poets Gone?

Where have all the poets gone,
Whose metered cadences unfurled,
The ones whose noble verses rhymed,
Whose hillsides were dew-pearled? ...

...Where have all the poets gone
Who sang throughout the ages?
Are they replaced by blank verse now
That dribbles down the pages?...

You can find the rest of the poem here

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I have not heard of a famous poet lately. There is a few, I guess. Maya Angelou and Mark Strand.

However, there is nothing today that matches poets of the past. Names like Walt Whitman, Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Frost, Emily Dickenson, and John Keats, or Anne Sexton reverberate through history as famous poets.

Now, I am sure there are still poets out there plugging away in their own meters and genres (wow, had to pull those words out of the memory bank!) But, they are not celebrated and known as in the past.

Why?

I have a few theories of my own:

1) There were only a few types of media in the past. Specifically a few that were accepted.

2) There were far fewer "things" in print - books, magazines, literature in general.

3) Those poems stand timeless to those who teach Literature classes, there fore they are highlighted in schools.

4) We just don't appreciate the art anymore. It is too slow for our overstimulated lives. We have just stopped listening to them.

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I posed this question to my dear friend Deb (from Sojourner). She had the best answer of all though.

"Julie, there are still poets. I just think they are called song writers now"

(that is a loose quote. she said something along those lines :)

Brilliant!

That is why I love her! Of course. There are still poets out there - tons of them! But the art has taken on a new form... the words have been set to music and we know the verses far better then any generation before us.

So, to hear a modern day poet - just turn on the radio!

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What is your opinion. Where do you think all the poets have gone?



Monday, April 6, 2009

Mellow Monday

Time to kick back and relax after a busy weekend...
and thinking of nothing - really.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Is Common Sense all that Common?


Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn’t always fair; and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust , his wife, Discretion,his daughter, Responsibility, his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights,

I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, I’m A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

Submitted by : Sue Davis, Long Island NY

Originally posted by: Posted by Ed Conti on Sept. 8 '08

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I always said I didn't have as much book smarts as common sense. I believe it still holds true. But, how does one get common sense?

Believe it or not, it is learned that's how. However this knowledge can not come out of a book. It is learned in hardware stores, the back of house in restaurants, combing through grocery store aisles and just paying attention in general, to the world around you.

I believe common sense is not so common anymore because kids and their parents know the importance of book smarts but have forgotten the lessons passed on from generation to generation. Things like don't put a ladder up near electrical wires on your garage and turn the power off from the garbage disposal before sticking your hand in to fish out that ring seem like something everyone would know....but, do they? The lack of thinking about things in general is an epidemic.

I was discussing this with a friend. Her take was this: Everything is done for people these days. Nobody has to think anymore. We are told what to think about, where to go, how to get there, and when. With things like spell check, on board GPS systems, calculators, and parents who do everything for kids there is no reason to think. She feels that we have become walking zombies. Plus, the point that I thought was most pertinent: there are no consequences. So, if you do something really stupid and don't face a consequence you don't learn. The final point she made which strikes true is - we are told that everyone needs to "feel good about themselves" alllllll the time. Everyone needs to make the team and even if you can't hit a ball everyone pats you on the back and says, "good try" instead of saying - maybe baseball isn't your thing! That is not realistic...

What do you think about the uncommoness of common sense? Leave your opinion as a comment for me - I would love to know!

Monday, February 9, 2009

Taking a step into the darkness


From Sark - Wild Succulent Woman
Page 33

Looking at the quote from Patrick Overton...." When you get to the edge of all the light you have, and must take a step into the darkness of the unknown, believe that one of two things will happen to you : either there will be something solid for you to stand on, or, you will be taught how to fly." Patrick Overton


We can keep our car tuned, wear our seat belt, take the safest route, drive speed limit, and look both ways - but if the car in front of us suddenly stops, or a truck slips into our lane, or some other unseen event occurs we are still going to get into an accident. We can not control all aspects. We have free will, yet all things lead to an end point in our life, where we are suppose to be - not where we THINK we are suppose to be.

We don't get that job we think we are suppose to get, we can't have a baby when WE think we are ready, we get stopped at a traffic light when we are in a hurry, our plans get canceled, we are ahead of schedule - or not, it could be just the opposite of all of these. Every event in our life effects something else (all be it so tiny sometimes), we are like a rock being thrown into a pond - our life sends out ripples and we have no idea (usually) how those ripples will effect other people or events. We get stuck at the light and miss a car accident that would have happened. We get sick and teach people along the way about perseverance and hope or, possibly, death. We don't get the job and some other opportunity comes along we would have not been looking for otherwise, etc....

Control is not as much ours as we (Americans especially) like to think. Please, sit back and think of the bigger picture. Step outside of yourself and consider how your life is effecting all other things. We like to think our life is ours (we live in our own tiny bubble) and that we don't effect the person next to us with our bad mood when in reality we then send them off in a bad mood, which in turn leads them to _________.

Even with free will, I believe there is a greater plan for all of us. One that (controversially) I think is laid out for us ahead of time. Each step and action is there for reason - a plan we don't understand until later... maybe never.

P.s. If you don't believe me ask those handful of people that for one reason or another didn't/ couldn't make it into work the day the towers were hit on 9/11....