A butterfly and ferns, from Hurricane Hill.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

I make friends with a bear. Or really, the bear makes friends with me.
It is when I am very sad. I know I will work for another year then close my clinic. Then I will work somewhere else and either make a lot of money or get very sick. Sick being likely. And scary.
The bear lures me out to walk. By offering food.
The bear tells me things, many things. The bear asks me questions. Sometimes I don’t want to answer. I say, “Do I have to answer that?” The bear knows that those are very dark places, when I don’t want to answer.
“What do you want?” asks the bear.
“I just want to be loved.” I say.
“I don’t love you,” says the bear. “I want to be left alone.”
“Then why are you walking with me?” I say.
“People don’t listen.” says the bear.
“I am listening,” I say. The bear shakes his head. We go on walking, often. The bear is both shy and brave, angry and scared, dangerous. “I am very very dangerous.” says the bear.
“Ok.” I say.
Time passes. The bear keeps saying, “People don’t listen.”
“I am listening,” I say.
“People don’t listen,” says the bear. He leaves. Back to the woods, to hide or hibernate or do bear things.
I stand on the beach alone.
“I am listening,” I say.
But the bear wants to be left alone.
So I leave him alone.
there is a part of each of us
that we don’t control
a stubborn stubborn voice
inside that won’t do what we want
insisting: the person promised
we would always be friends
the person promised
so they could come back
yes, I say, but that doesn’t mean
they WILL come back
people can lie
people can refuse to change
they promised
insists that stubborn voice
which will not give up
ever
and no matter what I say
I can’t shake her
she waits
and waits
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For the RDP: understand.
Taken in Oregon.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bubbles.
Another picture from last week, up on Hurricane Ridge.
Harebell, campanula rotundifolia, from here.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I only dress like this part time.
#outfitsinappropriateforwork
A friend took this with my camera at my request. Thank you, friend!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt part time.
It was so gorgeous up on Hurricane Ridge yesterday! I think the wildflowers are surreal: whole mountainsides of wildflowers and the more you look, the more different ones you see. I am just starting to learn their names.

https://www.nps.gov/olym/planyourvisit/visiting-hurricane-ridge.htm
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: surreal.
I think the orange flower is a paintbrush, but it is not showing up here, on the wildflower identification site.
Another site: https://www.intangibility.com/inw/Wildflowers/Indian-Paintbrush.html
If anyone can identify it more closely, let me know!
At Fort Worden, the lighthouse was open on Sunday! I went up. A kind docent took the photograph of me with my camera. The lighthouse has a Fresnel lens.

Here is the information on Fresnel Lenses:


And views from the top, towards the southwest:

View west:

I think the view DOWN was the scariest!

https://www.pointwilsonlighthouse.org/
You can visit too!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: louche!
The first picture is two swimmers on December 21, 2021. I declined to join them!



For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: SWIM.
Ok, this is a beautiful and romantic song, and yeah, George Strait is pretty.
And then there’s the Offspring. Singing Self Esteem. Guess which I like better.
The Offspring: defiance and singing about all sorts of things that we don’t talk about: “The more we suffer the more we really care!” Some of my patients needed to listen to this song. Often the mom, with a spouse and three children, who was taking care of all of them but not herself. “Who takes care of YOU?” I would ask. “No one,” some moms would say. “Look. There are FIVE people in your family. You are one of them. You deserve the same level of care that the rest of them are getting. I want you to include yourself in the people you take care of.” “BUT” “NO BUTS. If you don’t, then you are setting expectations for your children: the boys that a wife will take care of them and the girls to be walked on. Is that what you want?” “NO.” “Change it.” They often would, slowly but surely.
And The Offspring are further my heroes because of this song: Opioid Diaries. Ok, a punk band telling opioid overuse people to get help. MY HEROES! Thank you Offspring!!! It’s not easy to watch but wait until the ending and what if offers. I treated opioid overuse for the last 12 years in my small family practice clinic along with everything else: diabetes, hypertension, whatever. I never felt threatened or frightened, but some of that is because I grew up in an alcohol family. I recognize addiction. Reminding my of my parents is not a good sign. And I had to learn boundaries at home first. This is an uncomfortable video to watch but to me it is beautiful, because it offers hope.
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in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
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