Taken in March, 2012. We need rain now.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Taken in March, 2012. We need rain now.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
stone shaped heart
refuse to love me
refuse to let me in
I don’t try to change you
I am here to change me
not you
not to bury or change or rewrite my past
but to unearth past feelings
to examine them without prejudice or fear
to hold them with love and care
so that they don’t inform the present
so that my feelings are now and not mixed with past
I listen to what you say
I am here with you to learn
what are you saying to me?
you say you are always truthful
but you break laws
you smoke some stuff, legal now
you say you do not speed
sometimes you do not speed
sometimes you do
you say you never watch series
when I suggest a series
now you tell me you are watching a series
you say you never try to hurt me
mostly you never try to hurt me
except when you do
you say you never lie
you seem to believe what you say
I don’t
I try to pay attention to what I say
I try not to say never
I try not to lie to myself
I watch you and wonder
what lies do I tell over and over
to myself and others?
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Written 6/22/22
I don’t want to argue about global warming. Let’s talk about deserts instead. Overgrazing, cutting down all the trees and losing topsoil: we have seen this in the United States, with the dust bowl. We have a lot of people in the world to feed, even after all the deaths from Covid-19. We need to take care of land.
Ok, I am lame, that is embedded, not a reblog. I will have to figure out the difference. Feel free to laugh at me. My problem with technology is that it is NOT intuitive. I was horrible with computers until I realized that they are linear and stupid. That is, they only follow the exact right command and they have very little capacity to guess what I mean. I decided that computers were glorified hammers and very very annoying and that the manuals are usually written by people who speak computer, not English. That made it much easier for me to work with computers.
Anyhow, plant a tree. Blessings and peace you.
The last ten days sucked but the results are probably good.
What? Wait, why?
I saw the pulmonologist week before last on Wednesday. Her office does not give the new Covid-19 shot but does give flu shots. I got my flu shot. It didn’t seem to bother me much except that I felt a bit tired and grumpy.
I saw my family practitioner on Tuesday, after my pulmonary rehab. For the first time I did not improve in pulmonary rehabilitation (12 weeks, twice a week). I also seemed to have a faster heart rate, up to 140 beats per minute, on the treadmill. My doctor had me walked and even going around the block, my heart rate went to 115. Weird, I thought.
My family doctor did have the new Covid-19 vaccine so I got that. The next day I was more tired and grumpy. On Thursday I lost ground on the treadmill and felt awful and my heart rate just seemed high all the time.
Oh. This is an appropriate reaction for me to two vaccines one week apart. What? you say. Well, when I get pneumonia (four times), I have a fast heart rate response, shortness of breath, fatigue and I feel grumpy and wired. The theory is that I have antibodies to the dopamine receptors, that turn the receptors ON. Dopamine can raise your heart rate. At the same time, I have antibodies to tubulin. Those antibodies make my fast twitch muscles not work right, as well as lung cilia. So: fast heart rate, treadmill is much more difficult, and I started sleeping ten hours a day.
This means my immune system is working. It is making LOTS of antibodies, which is what I theoretically want it to do, though I would rather not have the dopamine and tubulin ones. Just antibodies to influenza and Covid-19. However, my immune system seems to have PTSD and when it makes antibodies, it makes them to EVERYTHING. This makes me very tired, grumpy, screws up exercise and gives me shortness of breath and a fast heart rate.
How long will it last? I am not entirely sure. With infections, antibodies rise and then fall over 3 to 6 or more months. The naturopaths say that food intolerance antibodies fall in three weeks if you stop eating the offending item. I want my Covid-19 antibodies to persist for 3-6 months or more, flu antibodies as well, but I’d like the ones that give me a fast heart rate and shortness of breath to drop right away!
I guess I will find out. At least my immune system works, however oddly.
Blessings and peace you.
I took the photograph of the Great Blue Heron just after she took off yesterday. I am trying to catch more birds in flight! Mostly I catch parts of birds, the tip of a wing, or feet. I am really pleased with this one.
I took this three days ago, watching the sunrise on East Beach, Marrowstone Island. The fires in eastern Washington cause amazing colors. We could really use some rain in Washington, though not too much. The rivers are down, fishing is locked up, because the salmon are stuck in smaller pools and are too vulnerable. Some rain, please, but not those flooding atmospheric rivers?
At any rate, it is gorgeous watching the sky and water turn pink and orange.
For Jez’s Water Water Everywhere #147.
I swim frantic
I am trying to escape
your beak piercing
my tender flesh
my heart pulsing
blood and death
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: pierce.
Taken yesterday morning at sunrise. The sunrise is affected by the fires, so a beautiful but ominous fire sky.
Taken in 2016 at Lake Matinenda, Ontario, Canada.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Doesn’t the bluff look like the layers of a cake? Or trifle?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bake.
You are walking on East Beach, Marrowstone Island. It is sunny. The tide is way out, with fields of bright green slippery algae. You stay on the rocks. Some of them are slippery too. There are crows and an eagle, on the beach, feeding. There is a great blue heron. You can see sea lions out on the rocks, though your camera battery has died, again.
Suddenly you nearly step in THIS:

You stumble away, horrified, knowing that the creature stranded on the beach is FOOD now. You hear laughter, soft at first. Suddenly you see the face above and REALIZE: the whole beach is giggling and laughing: BECAUSE YOU TOO ARE FOOD.
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Taken at East Beach, Marrowstone Island, yesterday.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: SPOOK!
Day 2 of the Great Port Townsend Bay Kinetic Sculpture Race. The race starts at “low noon” and winds up up up hill and then some downhill to the fairgrounds: and there is the Mud Bog. Each sculpture has to pick one of three courses. They are deep and muddy and rutted. The sculptures can be moved sideways but not forward or back. There is a time limit. It looks like very hard work!

There is a lot of standing around. In costume. Observing and commenting. Kinetic Kop presence.

I love this sculpture. Headed for the mud.

Others waiting.

He is fairly snappy.

Uh-oh!

He makes it and the buns are next!

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: snappy.
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