Ohhhhhhhh the LIE
of an empty space. . .
If we just had a little bit more time. . .
if we just had an extra day. . .
give me a minute. . .
wait a second. . .
We’ve all said these things before
and guess what
if we literally
magically
were given an extra day
and extra hour
and extra minute
a moment
we most likely wouldn’t do anything differently to make a difference~~
NOW THAT IS A TRAGIC WASTE OF SPACE. . .
(one you don’t have to waste at all with no extra time needed)
A PIECE OF AMERICANA PIE
I love pie, especially pecan, but I’m a sucker for a good piece of AMERICANA PIE no matter whenever or however it’s served up. Nobody serves us a better slice than the late, great Paul Harvey. Here. Enjoy a slab of AMERICANA PIE:
PAUL HARVEY’S LETTER TO HIS GRANDCHILDREN:
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I’d like better.
I’d really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches.. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it’s all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he’s scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you’ll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don’t ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won’t be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy / girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don’t care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it… And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he/she is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor’s window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you – tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it’s the only way to appreciate life.
IT IS ALL GOOD
ALL OF IT
Hint: THAT’S THE SECRET INGREDIENT IN A SLICE OF AMERICANA PIE
(the Good and the Bad and everything in between)
Enjoy every crumb and don’t be afraid to ask for seconds; there’s always plenty for all. . .
Y U M M Y
THE MEANING OF LIFE IN TWO MINUTES
S O
do you agree
disagree
or do you have a better
two minute spiel. . .
Maybe what the World has been trying to tell us
not just NOW, but especially NOW
is that I really don’t care what you think
or what words you use
or how you arrange them
so much as
HOW DO YOU LIVE
how have you Verb’d them up for
O T H E R S
or maybe
N O T
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst
I don’t think you can tell the meaning of life in two minutes
IT JUST TAKES A SECOND
of your Caring Catalyst Self
to a Caring Catalyst Other. . .
The Present
T I C K T O C K, T I C K T O C K
We really don’t need a clock
to tell us that even now
WE ARE
a
W A S
Second by Second
It shouts out us. . .
M O C K S U S
and then Billy Collins,
Poet Laureate of the United States from 2001-2003
not-so-gently-reminds-us-of
T H E P R E S E N T
Much has been said about being in the present.
It’s the place to be, according to the gurus,
like the latest club on the downtown scene,
but no one, it seems, is able to give you directions.
It doesn’t seem desirable or even possible
to wake up every morning and begin
leaping from one second into the next
until you fall exhausted back into bed.
Plush, there’d be no past
with so many scenes to savor and regret,
and no future, the place you will die
but not before flying around with a jet-pack.
The trouble with the present is
that it’s always in a state of vanishing.
Take the second it takes to end
this sentence with a period–already gone.
What about the moment that exists
between banging your thumb
with a hammer and realizing
you are in a whole lot of pain?
What about the one that occurs
after you hear the punch line
but before you get the joke?
Is the where the wise men want us to live
in that intervening tick, the time slot
that occurs after you have spent hours
searching downtown for that new club
and just before you die up and head back home?
(THE RAIN IN PORTUGAL, Random House, 2016)
. . .but it’s true, isn’t it. . .
It’s hard
almost impossible to
BE PRESENT
the new buzz word:
M I N D F U L
to even define it
while you’re literally catching a cold from the flipping pages
of the fast moving calendar
. . .makes you wonder not only about
T I M E
but actually what time is it:
This
N E W
N O W
THE AGE OF COVID-19
THIS P R E S E N T
. . .maybe that it’s simply
present
time
to know:
I don’t have to love forever
I don’t have to be kind forever
I don’t have to be compassionate forever
I don’t have to be caring forever
I don’t have to be forgiving forever
I don’t have to be accepting forever. . .
J U S T
l o v i n g
k i n d
c o m p a s s i o n a t e
c a r i n g
f o r g i v i n g
a c c e p t i n g
N O W
or as Mr Poet Laureate, Billy might suggest:
Is it enough. . .
for once not as a whole. . .
just grain by grain
which beats any
s e c o n d
on any clock or watch. . .
anyone can love for
THAT LONG
for just one good
p r e s e n t
M O M E N T
The Real Birthday
C U T E
isn’t always the way to
C E L E B R A T E
A R E A L B I R T H D A Y
L I F E
isn’t about a number of Candles
on a quick-to-go-stale
Birthday Cake. . .
. . .Maybe the best part of old age for anyone is that they can actually
A T T A I N I T
There are Givens:
Death is the Number One Killer in the World. . .
Life is a Terminal Sexually Transmitted. . .
and it ENDS. . .
just not as well as we’d like. . .
Great Health, it turns out, is merely the slowest possible rate at which anyone can ever die. . .
But. . .
After some 23,276.57 Days on this spinning blue ball
552187 hours
33,131,232 minutes
198,787,398 seconds,
I’ve learned a few lessons. . .
and the biggest one:
There’s just a few more lessons to learn. . .
There was a recent survey taken in the UK that said the biggest fears men have growing older are:
94% fear going bald
89% fear becoming impotent
75% are worried about going grey
64% are scared of getting fat
61% fear losing their teeth
45% dread needing ‘jam jar’ glasses
31% are scared of going deaf
24% are frightened of getting bad breath
100% of me is concerned that I wasted time. . .
that somehow,
I didn’t become all of M E
I regret little of what I’ve ever done. . .
even the not-so-good-kind-of-horrific-things
because they’ve all made up the tapestry of my life–especially the dark, ugly colors;
It’s the strands of threads that I didn’t allow to become a part of the mosaic. . .
to expand it
that taunts me.
It’s not the two-self published books,
it’s the yet-to-be published two novels,
five Children’s books,
three non-fiction books
and the yet to be written ones
that fill stacks of notebooks and overflowing file folders. . . .
I have no interest in spewing out the 63 greatest things I’ve learned in my
6 3 years. . .
I do believe that
R e l a t i o n s h i p s,
not technology or medical advances,
Heals me. . .
I do believe that LOVE is the greatest force in and out of this World
and when applied frequently and liberally YOU not only Change. . .
The Universe does, too. . .
I do believe that the secret to long life is simply never to let your heart stop beating or never passing up the opportunity of making Another’s beat better. . .
I do believe that
Life is not counted by pages on a calendar or minutes/seconds on a clock or candles on a cake. . .but
M O M E N T S
that can never be counted, calculated, measured or harnessed. . .
o n l y r e m e m b e r e d
way past a pulse, a heart beat, a breath
or any other means of defining Life that can’t be definite. . . .
B I R T H D A Y S
are never what they’re cranked up to be
no matter how many you continue to collect
none of them mean a thing
until you make everyday between them mean
E V E R Y T H I N G
So. . .about that cake. . .
I’ll pass. . .
but WOW. . .
that piece of Pecan Pie is looking mighty, mighty
f i n e !
Join me. . .we’ll call it a
Party. . .a never-ending Celebration
. . .Candles are optional
The Light is Blinding
(But, don’t Blink)
The CLOCK OF YOU
HAVE YOU CAUGHT THAT LOST
THAT STOLEN HOUR
from this past weekend. . . ?
The start of Daylight Saving Time, when the clocks spring forward by an hour, is among the most hated days of the year. Aside from the obvious reason — losing an hour of sleep — research has shown that the time change, which this year falls on March 11, may contribute to everything from lost productivity to a heightened risk of heart attack and stroke.
It has a way of making everyone go
H A Y W I R E
How can resetting your clocks do all that?
TIME asked Dr. Cathy Goldstein, an assistant professor of neurology at the University of Michigan School of Medicine Sleep Disorders Center, what really happens to your body when you lose an hour of sleep for Daylight Saving Time.
Daylight Saving Time’s true impact goes beyond losing an hour of sleep, Goldstein says. Your circadian rhythm, an internal clock that “exists so that wakefulness is promoted during the day, and sleep is promoted at night,” Goldstein says, is also affected.
Thanks to circadian rhythms, the body begins secreting melatonin, a sleep-promoting hormone, around 9 p.m., with levels dropping way off by the next morning. Light exposure can moderate your circadian rhythm a bit, but the body more or less relies on consistent sleep and wakefulness cues — so when they’re altered, even by an hour, your sleep gets misaligned.
“You take somebody who’s very sleepy when they get up at 6 a.m., and then they get up at 6 a.m. during Daylight Saving Time, and for them that’s physiologically 5 a.m.,” Goldstein says. “That’s a big problem, because you’re waking up at a time when the circadian system is not yet promoting alertness. It’s still pushing for that sleepiness.”
Plus, you may lose sleep on both ends of your cycle, since your normal bedtime will feel earlier, potentially making it harder to fall asleep in the first place. Even worse, DST happens on a weekend, when many people stay up later and sleep in. Because of the cumulative effects, you lose more like two or three hours of sleep, and it could take up to a week to get back on a normal schedule, Goldstein says.
Lost sleep directly affects your health
Research has shown that losing an hour of sleep may cause you to eat roughly 200 more calories the next day, primarily from fat- and carbohydrate-heavy foods. Exercise endurance also falters after a night of inadequate sleep, Goldstein says, so your workout will likely be sluggish. Work or school performance may also suffer, she adds, citing studies that have found an uptick in “cyberloafing” — or wasting time online — in the days after DST.
Many studies of shift workers, whose nighttime sleep is often disrupted, have also identified health problems associated with chronic sleep deprivation, including heightened risks of obesity, cardiovascular disease and even cancer. While one night of bad sleep certainly isn’t enough to cause these conditions, Goldstein says the findings highlight the importance of solid slumber.
Here’s how to minimize the impact
With a little planning, you can save yourself from the worst of the DST hangover.
Before the event occurs, Goldstein recommends going to bed and rising 15 minutes earlier than you normally would. Then, continue to shave off an additional 15 minutes each night leading up to the time change. That way, by the time Daylight Saving Time rolls around, you’ll be more or less acclimated to the adjusted time.
“To help you do that, I recommend getting lots of bright light in the early mornings, because that is what makes your internal clock earlier, and that will help you match better to Daylight Saving Time when the clock adjusts,” Goldstein says.
You should also use DST as inspiration to take stock of your regular sleep habits, Goldstein says. For example, most people could do a better job of keeping sleep and wake times consistent, even on weekends. (Goldstein recommends waking up at your normal time and taking a nap on weekend afternoons, if you need one.) Another common area for improvement is minimizing technology use within two hours of bedtime, Goldstein says.
Does
KNOWING MAKE A DIFFERENCE
Kind of makes you
S T O P
a Second
or a few
to at least
W O N D E R
if not
U N D E R S T A N D
another way
why you feel the way
YOU DO
(or don’t)
A Person of No Age
21,550 isn’t all that a big number. . .
Until, until it is.
If a person were allowed to live for 21,550 days, 3.078 weeks would have been ventured; 707 months survived, 15 leap years endured…
1,861,904,152 seconds
31,031,735 minutes
517,195 hours
1,539 fortnights
792 lunar moons
414 dog years
60.81 lunar years
2.27 generations
0.59 centuries
0.05904 milleniums
0.00000025669823197229 galactic years
…Countless Moments. . . .
As much as we are not a Label, we are not a distinct moment.
We are so very, very much more and much, much more to become.
What. . .which day isn’t a Birth Day…which day isn’t one we haven’t expired to be birthed again…in another, new way?
I’ve decided to become, without another fortnight or galactic, nanosecond to pass,
A PERSON OF NO AGE.
Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.
–Wu Men (Hui-k’ai)
I’m inspired and awed by so much and better–so very, very MANY.
Pause…as I have a few moments before writing these few facts/figures and thoughts from Sherry Ruth Anderson’s story about harp lessons (in this google link below)
http://books.google.com/books?id=fG4dAgAAQBAJ&lpg=PT53&ots=q2SKD57_Jn&dq=sherry+ruth+anderson+ripening+time+harpo+marx&pg=PT52#v=onepage&q=sherry%20ruth%20anderson%20ripening%20time%20harpo%20marx&f=false
How about it? Are you up for becoming a Person of No Age?
Join me…let’s be TIMELESS…and oh yeah…Happy Birth
Day.