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Foreword

I’m just not in love with forewords to books.

I want to read the book itself not what someone I don’t even know thinks about it.

This might mean I’m not intellectual enough. But sometimes having someone dissect a work of art just seems condescending as if I won’t get it just by the author’s words. Might be insulting to the writer in a way.

If it needs a foreword, is it because the writer didn’t make things clear in the book?

I might like an “afterword” especially if I don’t feel like finishing a book that I’m not wild about and I want a summary of it. Or if it’s so great I want to have a conversation about it–even a remote one.

Sometimes I’ll read the foreword after i read the book–if it draws me in. I usually try reading the foreword up to the point I become exasperated. That tends to happen if it’s a long ordeal: write your own damn book why doncha’ ?

That’s my two cents!

Anyway…. I wonder what other people think about forewords? Helpful? What do you say, other people?

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Ipse Dixit

According to Merriam-Webster:

Ipse dixit is an assertion made but not proved

Wikipedia adds:  

..or a dogmatic expression of opinion.

History and Etymology for ipse dixit

Latin:   he himself said it

According to me (perhaps proving that the definitions are accurate!):

Lot of ipse dixit 

goin’ on round the world

and I’m gettin’ a little weary

of hearing all the spins and spurious platitudes 

that pose as reason and empathy

Oh happy day

We are about to be spun around into a better

frame of mind

as soon as everybody sticks it

to this crazy ipse dixit

Looking for Light in the News of the Day

In light of the darkness of recent events

I am feeling befuddled

And mixed up and tense

I’ve grown tired of the pickets

on this particular fence

Too much manipulation

Too much pretense

Some days I achieve empathy

Would I rather be dense?

Ah, well, life is so good when I look up and around

…and maybe the news can be simply turned down.

Not Dorothy Parker, but trying to sort it out

Now we speak of

“your truth”

“her truth”

“his truth”

“my truth”

Have we lost all affection for

THE truth or even SOME truth?

“All I want is the truth,

Just give me some truth”

 said John Lennon

Would we call that crazy today; and under-hyped?

What with people being labeled, pigeon-holed and stereotyped

Divided into categories, declaring how done wrong we all are………………………………………with a tinge of glee,

While creating new stereotypes for the opposition — how can this be?

Announcing how we must fight, fight, fight

in order to create utopia before the breaking news tonight.

in the name of progress and sanctimonious concern

What are we playing at?  What can we learn?

I hear the call to accept everyone’s truth; do not judge,

(while judging so harshly, refusing to budge)

and in the same breath condemn an alternate view

because only subjective reasoning is held to be true

Will we throw away commonsense and common ground

     for political gain and power unbound?

Will we turn our backs on the freedom we desired?

It kinda makes me sick

Truth is…. it makes me tired

I will help you reach spiritual, ethereal heights and you can pay me by the month.

I have given yoga a break and I do feel the loss as far as the structure and consistency.

It was definitely a great way to build strength and balance and I am grateful to my yoga instructor…

……and yet… after about four years, I found myself becoming increasingly impatient with the whole thing;

I felt somewhat annoyed that I mostly didn’t feel centered and calm and deeply moved at the appropriate times.

And the hour sessions were long!

I finally started wearing a watch because it helped me deal with the timing of it better —  –felt a little disturbing to not know how much time remained in the session.  (Don’t they deprive people of a sense of time in order to punish them or make them talk — give with the information?)

I wanted to feel more enlightened instead of slightly skeptical about the presentation – some things seemed just made up and I had to ask how is it possible to breathe into my thigh or some equally impossible task.

I still do some yoga on my own as part of daily exercise; because I think it has value but it got to be an expense I couldn’t justify . “I will help you reach spiritual, ethereal heights and you can pay me by the month.” Our yoga instructor taught me a lot and of course she deserved to get paid but there was an unnecessary pretense of being above all the economic realities.

Note:  One thing that would have made yoga less appealing would be to have a goat jump on my back.

 

I DON’T

Day fifteen of my retirement

and I am still a bit too concerned about what kind of problems are being had……

…….without me there

I have to keep reminding myself

I DON’T WORK THERE ANYMORE!

And I feel good about that fact, but I’m carrying on with a residual sense of responsibility for it all

I’ve had a few calls from them with questions and I’ve provided answers

and I worry that my answer might not be good enough

but I don’t want to get drawn back in because

I DON’T WORK THERE ANYMORE!

And I blame only me — not them– for the fact that I still feel some angst about the whole thing

They can ask anything.  I’m the one with the choices

and I can answer, or not, because

I DON’T WORK THERE ANYMORE!

…..and for my mental and emotional and physical health,

I need to just relax for awhile

and get over this cold, and see what unfolds

as I head down this uncharted road

I have shouldered a lot of responsibility for a hell of a long time

I gave (literally) years of notice as to when  I would be retiring.

I have earned the right to say no and if I hadn’t or haven’t,

it’s still not up to me to fix anything because

I DON’T WORK THERE ANYMORE!

And the people in charge might actually not be expecting anything more of me

This could be all in my own head

because they may understand even better than me that

I DON’T WORK THERE ANYMORE!

 

Looking at the Moon. In the Snow. Without socks

 

Beautiful, hazy moon tonight! The snowy driveway feels good under feet with socks and no shoes — it doesn’t even feel cold on the ground; the air, though, WAY cold!!

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A Riddle

I awake in the night

uninspired

apprehensive

growing tired

jumping to conclusions

without a net

about what will happen

what will I get?

and how?

’til a thought trickles in, saying,

What about now?

I am well

truth to tell

in the midst of this life

So I say a little prayer

of gratitude

Give myself a dose

of latitude

and fall asleep

listening to that guy

What’s his name?

Is he deep?

as he explain things fully?

Was it Dick VanPatton

or

Eckhart Tolle?

 

FOOD for thought and nutrition-Winter Rerun

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Just read an article about how GOOD it is to eat meat — supposed to be research-based.

Oh for crying out loud.  Every other research-based book or article I’ve read says the exact opposite.  

Example: http://nutritionstudies.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/tccCNS-More_Plants_on_the_Plate.pdf

It’s a conundrum. 

When I look at my own experience, I still lean towards the whole food, plant-based diet.  When I switched to that, I lost weight, stopped getting a really bad headache every couple of weeks, skin conditions cleared up, body functions functioned better, blood test results improved. 

When I occasionally eat butter or other animal-based food, nothing terrible happens, but I do tend to gain a couple of pounds  every-single-time.

So, there’s that.  Perhaps the verdict is still out, but I think I’ll go with my gut.  As in, which way of eating makes my gut feel better.

I miss eating cheese, but I don’t miss the almost immediate skin reaction that ensues.  I know, not everybody has that kind of feedback, but it must be telling me something about what I should be eating.  It’s not science — no double-blind studies by me; just observational.  And we’re all a little different as far as what we can tolerate.

It gets frustrating to read such diametrically opposed, passionate presentations of what we should do.

 

Be

I sense somehow

that I censor myself

so no-one can find out

But I don’t know

what it is

they might discover

When I just relax

and let it be

I tend to arrive

much closer to me