Touching another world in the Baltimore Aquarium…..
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Touching another world in the Baltimore Aquarium…..
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #84: touch.
The frame is soft and diffuse and the hand is ever so gentle….
I just read your email
my phone was out of minutes
the internet was down
I was really busy working
I didn’t hear the phone
I forgot I turned it down
and you are out of minutes
The photograph is from 2007. The dunes collapse, sometimes whole sections with trees. It’s not a safe space to play.
I am choosing this for the Daily Prompt: flames.
I traveled this weekend, not too far. But the world is smaller, right?
X is for xenophobic.Have you ever felt xenophobic?
How would I know if I were xenophobic since it is an unreasonable fear or hatred? How do we tell the difference between a reasonable fear or hatred and an unreasonable fear or hatred? Or is it only other people that can tell?
From dictionary.com:
adjective
1.
unreasonably fearful of or hating anyone or anything foreign or strange.
Origin of xenophobic
1905-1915
1905-1915;xenophob(ia) + -ic
Contemporary Examples
His most ardent and xenophobic political ally, Umberto Bossi, looks all but ready to bail.
Already Vulnerable, Berlusconi Weakened by Election Results Barbie Latza Nadeau May 30, 2011
The committee should avoid foreign ownership questions which will make them sound parochial or xenophobic or both. 9 Questions for Rupert Geoffrey Robertson July 17, 2011
The article raises repeatedly reported statements by some opposition candidates that are “bigoted and xenophobic.” Will Scandalous Videos Topple Georgia’s President? A Rebuttal Tedo Japaridze September 23, 2012
We are almost certainly hard coded to be xenophobic, which is why hunter gatherers often have such extraordinary homicide rates. Racism Isn’t Natural. But I Suspect Xenophobia Is. Megan McArdle October 17, 2012
“Unfortunately these kinds of xenophobic attacks have happened in Libya before,” says Bouckaert. Libya’s Hysteria Over African Mercenaries Babak Dehghanpisheh March 5, 2011
Oh, and their attitudes towards Arabs and promised land are even more insular and xenophobic than most settlers. How Yair Lapid’s Gambit Ends Bernard Avishai March 6, 2013
I started hearing rumors about xenophobic attacks in early April. Will the World Cup Start a Riot? Gretchen L. Wilson June 9, 2010
Meanwhile, politicians like Tom Tancredo led an ugly race to the bottom to see who could be most xenophobic. Bush Was Right Mark McKinnon April 27, 2010
Word Origin and History for xenophobic
adj.
1912, from xenophobia + -ic.
Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2010 Douglas Harper
It seems that xenophobic is something we say about other people. Not very nice of us, and judgemental.
Batman at the beach. A younger child at a party, dressing as Batman, a powerful archetype.

And he catches one of the other children.

She escapes.

Batman is on his own.

He starts to enjoy the beach.

Batman wading.

By the end of the party, he takes off the hot costume. He was comfortable enough that he didn’t have to be Batman any more.
I took the pictures in 2006.
C is for credulous. Have you ever felt credulous?
“willing to believe or trust too readily, especially without proper or adequate evidence; gullible.”
My young guest in the picture is not quite sure how to interact with the old lady: she is the old lady who swallowed the fly. The fly, the bird, the cat, the dog and even the horse have just been neatly delivered back out of her. My guest is not sure what she will do next. The world is a magical place.

Adults get caught up too, but in a darker version of credulous. Something for nothing. A deal too good to be true. A young relative on the phone, caught in another country, asking for help. Email from people saying that we have money from a distant relative who has passed. Calls over and over to my clinic that say they are from my long distance company and that they want to “help” me lock in service before a change…. I asked for a number to call back and was given the number of a sex line. I called my long distance company and they said, “Yes, they just lie.”
I think that fraud is on the upswing in the United States, but perhaps I am just a credulous person who believes that most people would like to earn their living in honest work and doing good for other people and the world.
Y is for why in the Blogging from A to Z Challenge as in WHY did I FAIL!!!? I was supposed to post the whole alphabet by April 30th! It is May!
Well, actually, because life intervened, which is fine.
Friends were moving out of a rental and have a gap to the next one, so moved in with us. We went from two people, a fish and a cat, to six people, a fish and a cat. One of the people is two and another is seven, and they brought their parents along. They moved in last Wednesday, two days before May 1. So things got really exciting! The house is a mess! Well, really, my teen daughter would say it’s always a mess and she would be correct by some people’s standards. I am able to ignore clutter pretty successfully and my main rule is food at the table only, for kids. Boa cat keeps bringing mice in to show me and play with and I don’t want a big mouse population.
I got to X in the challenge during April and now I will finish it in May. And I am happy with that!
The picture is Port Townsend Bay. I think it looks like a giant wave in the background, but it’s Marrowstone Island, with mist rolling off it.

You can't make someone love you How can we fall out of love? I mean it. If we love someone, how can we fall out of love? Falling in love, according to my understanding of the Jungian ideas, is projecting some of your best aspects on the other person. You see them in a haze of love, of perfection. I've seen something to the effect that falling in love is the only time that psychosis is not treated. That is, when you are in love, you are psychotic. You are crazy. You are nuts. I, then, am currently nuts. One of the things that I admire most about my ex-husband is that he is friends with all of his ex-girlfriends. And his ex-wife, that is, me. When we were first married, he told me about the ex-girlfriends. He was in contact with them, by phone or email. I was ok with it and admired it. We met dancing, jitterbug, east coast swing dancing. We would go to the live dances in Cabin John, Maryland. We would dance two dances with each other, say bye, and race off to dance with everyone else. Five hundred people would show up, for an hour lesson and three hours of live band. In the summer the guys would bring 4 t-shirts and change them as they were soaked. There was no alcohol in the park. No air conditioning. We didn't clap for the bands at all because we were too busy trying to find the next partner to dance with. You could signal next dance, one or two fingers. Not past two, because no one could remember..... Anyhow, jealousy seemed silly. My ex-husband transformed each of those relationships with his ex-girlfriends from lover and partner into something else. I think this is the right thing to do. If it is our best aspects projected on the person that we are in love with, then perhaps it is our own worst aspects that we project when we "fall out of love". We hate the person. They have broken our hearts. They have been cruel. But have they? They were not required to be in love with us. Just because we love them does not mean that they have to love us back. Or really, they do not have to love us "that way". You can't make someone love you. I want to be like my ex-husband. I want to continue to love the person that I love. As a small town doctor, I have taken care of both halves of a divorcing couple. My brain managed to keep them entirely separate and not connect them until the day when I saw both. Even then, I had trouble believing that they were talking about each other: because what they said had almost nothing to do with what the other person was saying or doing. I said to my nurse, "Are they really talking about each other? Or is it at last name coincidence?" She said, "Took you long enough to get it." If I am rejected, I want to keep loving the person. Perhaps I too will fall out of loving them "that way". But if it is aspects of myself that I see in them and love, why would I turn to hate? I don't want to project the ugly parts of myself on them. I'll save the ugly parts to project on the greedy corporations. Now, I am perfectly content and happy to hate them.......
At the improv tryout
for Lark in the Park
Joey said
Say yes to everything
He said
It is easier to say no
But then the improv ends
He made us try
Saying no to everything
Each skit was a fight
He made us try
Saying yes to everything
Yes
We bloomed bloomed
And is that it?
All the Beloved wants?
He said
You learn to say things
Without a question
With a hint
With an idea
With a suggestion
The other actor responds
I’ve noticed
People don’t respond well
When I say
Don’t
I need to learn
To suggest
To let them choose
To change their direction
Offer
Offer
Another idea
I need to learn
To listen
When they offer
Offer
Another idea
Say yes to everything
Is that what the Beloved wants?
I say yes
yes
previously published August 10, 2009 on everything2
Longing
I asked the Beloved
please
let me love someone
and be loved
entirely
Beloved has granted half
That is enough
Thank you and praises
Beloved
9/23/14
BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
Discover and re-discover Mexico’s cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Or not, depending on my mood
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain!
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Exploring the great outdoors one step at a time
Some of the creative paths that escaped from my brain!
Books, reading and more ... with an Australian focus ... written on Ngunnawal Country
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
spirituality / art / ethics
Coast-to-coast US bike tour
Generative AI
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
imperfect pictures
Refugees welcome - Flüchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflüchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
En fotoblogg
Books by author Diana Coombes
NEW FLOWERY JOURNEYS
in search of a better us
Personal Blog
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌.𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾.
Taking the camera for a walk!!!
From the Existential to the Mundane - From Poetry to Prose
1 Man and His Bloody Dog
Homepage Engaging the World, Hearing the World and speaking for the World.
Anne M Bray's art blog, and then some.
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