Wind Full Ponder

The wind brushes by your skin, unseen yet felt
The wind rustles in the trees, unseen yet heard
The wind though unseen can be playful
Dancing kites up high
Helping birds and insects in their flight
A tool to fly a plane or steer the sails of vessels upon wet waters
And just as assuredly the wind can be foe
Gusting devastation to much in its concealed path
Then without a moments notice change directions, change moods
The wind, perhaps no different than those in life?

© - Jeane Michelle Culp

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Throwing Stones

For centuries People have been leaving no stone unturned in trying to figure out how humankind began. Was our initial origin from a God, evolution, Aliens, etc.? Now the mystery of Life may be just a stone's throw away. In fact, such revelation might give new meaning to the old sayings ‘To cast the first stone’ and ‘Can't get blood out of a stone’. When in actuality, according to this theory; we can perhaps get blood out of a stone. ¹In Greek mythology, Deucalion and Pyrrha were the only mortals who survived Zeus’s great flood. ²'Once the deluge was over and the couple were on land again, Deucalion consulted an oracle of Themis about how to repopulate the earth. He was told to throw the bones of his mother behind his shoulder. Deucalion and Pyrrha understood the "mother" to be Gaia, the mother of all living things, and the "bones" to be rocks. They threw the rocks behind their shoulders, which soon began to lose their hardness and change form. Their mass grew greater, and the beginnings of human form emerged. The parts that were soft and moist became skin, the veins of the rock became people's veins, and the hardest parts of the rocks became bones. The stones thrown by Pyrrha became women; Those thrown by Deucalion became men.' Of course this is not etched in stone. Maybe that explains why theories like this are not offered in many preliminary schools as an alternative to the dual creation opposition. However; not being provided with the wide-range of speculations available on any subject, obstructs the stepping stones to not only freedom of choice - rather also impedes free thinking, oppressing the imagination. Hence, the almost innate need for mental stimulation is consequently sought else where. And so from the ancient Stone Age to once arcade, to television sets, to our computers commences the Golden Age of Video games happy to offer what schools fail – stimulus to the imagination. Video games, possibly a Medusa's industry turning emotions to stone because repetitiveness is seemingly learnt behavior that additionally stunts free thinking just as well as selective data. Conceivably, a variety of knowledge on any given subject is the only remedy to truly nourish the ravenous brain. Therefore; free a Person to think for themselves by giving them access to all available options. For Humans may not have actually come from stone, so why stonewall³ us.

Footnotes:
1. Walden and Civil Disobedience By Henry David Thoreau
2. Wikipedia
3. Slang: not give essential information

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Friendly DeFeat

I'm not one to talk about my job nor to brag. However; there are exceptions to every rule. Without revealing a great deal about my current Career, I will venture to say that such has a lot to do with production. And without bragging, I will reveal the fact that no one at work will ever venture to call me by my middle name, Michelle. The reason being, from the beginning I was nicked-named ‘Jean The Machine ’; a compliment to my production speed in certain areas. The name has stuck with me and hence, self-expectation to constantly live up to such name has been my friend and enemy. A few months ago, I gladly shared with a Co-Worker some tips. She not only mastered my technique, she surpassed me. The goal was an output of 1,000 and she was the first Person to achieve this. And so some may assume the dance with the ego begins. However; I was proud to congratulate her and brag on her behalf. Admittedly though, I was determined to match her. We were like that, Friendly competition to keep us both on our toes. Perhaps something I thrived on from my early basketball days.

I remember at my old job, a Customer said; ‘you must have played basketball’. I never really thought about the skills such a sport gave me until that was said. There I was able to serve three Customers at a time. While one Customer would be counting chump change to pay for items, I’d be ringing up another Customer who would opt to write a check and while this Person wrote I would reach over and accept cash from another Customer while answering the Customer Service phone. And without missing a beat, I’d continue back to the loose change now counted/verified and receive the paper trail with proper id from the other Person. No one seemed to mind cause the line kept moving at a fast speed. Yes, the good old days of basketball and Team Spirit. I remember making my first hooped score that gave me a nice taste of confidence, nothing could stop me after that. In fact, we went on to win State Championship later that year!

St. Rose New Lexington,Ohio

#15 Jean The Machine

Still the competitive nature stays with me and so at last, a week later I matched my Co-Worker - as of today, with an unintentional output of 1, 001. Second Person to attain the goal! To be honest, I don’t know how I achieved this. Yet a sense of being Proud filled inside myself because the odds were against me. I had come close several other times. Once before my Co-Worker succeeded I had 964, however; Murphy’s Law took place that day and soon after the work ran out. So close, yet no go. Today was just another one of those unfortunate days where anything that could go wrong did, additionally; again the work was intermittent, slow in arriving, and at times nil. The hour of shift change was nearing. However; somehow I managed.

Coincidentally, I came home to find the answer to how I accomplished this feat, it was on my Blog in the Inspirational Quotes and Pictures box:

"The difference between the impossible
and the possible lies in a
person's determination."
- Tommy Lasorda

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Breast Cancer Doesn't Stop on 10/31

October may be Breast Cancer Awareness Month, however; we must not stop on October 31 the Awareness about Breast Cancer and taking steps to help prevent and finding a cure for Breast Cancer.

As the Susan G. Komen RACE FOR THE CURE commences in my area of the LowCountry today at Daniel Island, SC; may we all become acquainted with the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Organization. "Susan G. Komen for the Cure is one of hundreds of local chapters around the country working diligently to further the Foundation's mission to eradicate breast cancer as a life-threatening disease by advancing research, education, screening and treatment."

"Susan G. Komen for the Cure was founded on a promise between two sisters." This is an emotionally touching true story about the two Sisters, Suzy and Nan. Nancy details the onset of the unfortunate diagnosis, “As if it were yesterday, I can remember the phone call I received from Suzy one Tuesday afternoon. Her doctor had found a lump in her breast that was not a cyst. He recommended a biopsy.” Nancy pours her heart out in words about the hopeful surgical procedure and chemically induced treatments her Sister had to endure. She talks about the year 1978 when we learnt about First Lady, Mrs. Ford being diagnosed with breast cancer and undergoing a mastectomy. Her Sister responding, "Nan," she said, "as soon as I get better, let's do something about this. You can find a way to speed up the research. I know you can. And I want to fix up this waiting room and make it pretty for the women who have to be here. This isn't right."

To date, Nancy G. Brinker writes; "As I look back over the last 25 years since I founded Susan G. Komen for the Cure, I am amazed at our accomplishments. What began as a promise to my dying sister, Susan G. Komen, has evolved into the world's largest grassroots network of breast cancer survivors and activists fighting to save lives, empower people, ensure quality care for all and energize science to find the cures…" Message From Our Founder

I encourage all to please visit Susan G. Komen for the Cure to learn more about this Organization and Breast Cancer.

Don’t STOP October 31, continue the Awareness

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Rockin' Cockatoo!!

WOW, Snowball is a Rockin' Cockatoo!!

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Jenkins Home for Children Yard Sale LowCountry SC

Orphan Aid Society, Inc.

1st Annual

WHALE-OF-A-YARD SALE
Saturday, November 10, 2007

Please drop off tax deductible items to:
JENKINS HOME FOR CHILDREN
3923 Azalea Drive
Charleston Heights
(Off Leads or N. Cosgrove)
(843) 744-2429

Monday-Friday
8 am. To 5 pm.

Binding Ink not associated with Orphan Aid Society, Inc. or Jenkins Home for Children

Information provided via flyer

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Susan G. Komen for the Cure

RACE FOR THE CURE®

October 20, 2007, 8 a.m.
Daniel Island, SC

Packet Pick-up
October 18 and 19, 2007
Daniel Island Medical Center
9 a.m. to 7 p.m.

Registration is also available on Race Day, October 20 starting at 7 a.m.

"The Lowcountry Affiliate of the Susan G. Komen for the Cure is one of hundreds of local chapters around the country working diligently to further the Foundation's mission to eradicate breast cancer as a life-threatening disease by advancing research, education, screening and treatment."

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Haunting Affair

Concerto

Compose for me a musical classic of a masterpiece love
Whence once upon a winter, golden harp strings strummed at their hearts
Until one day, Ebony and Ivory played 'Here Comes the Bride'
And upon the 3rd interlude have the triangle cling
As in the Fall came their new born Daughter Autumn.
Than one Spring trumpets blew with a military flag and 3-volley salute
For her true Love, her Maestro died while conducting war.
Now there is a rumor that when all instruments are tucked asleep
Somewhere betweenst their velvet cases, apertures, valves, and seemingly silent strings
An ensemble tutti echoes the story of how the Wife threw her heart upon the Maestros’ baton
And bled to death upon the orchestra floor.
True she is buried by him literally, as philharmonic in death as they were in life
Then once upon a Summer, Autumn took her stand at the podium
And as she drew her conducting stick to lead the Orchestra in the score, 'The Four Seasons'
You’ll hear it said that she drowned right there in her own tears.
Where upon the 6th interlude have the triangle cling
For in a graven graveyard there is a sympathetic symphony, where violins do weep
And every season, Operatic Angels sing about a Stradivarius love once played upon this stage called life,
Now exited forever more.

By © - Jeane Michelle Culp

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ndpthepoetress is back in the Blogosphere!

As some may know and others may not, my hiatus was due to personal and Professional reasons. Personally, I had a few emotional issues to deal with and recently it’s been revealed to a few People that I had some unrelated health matters. Professionally, my Blog site had some minor issues that had to be addressed. Several have been resolved or are resolving themselves. There are still a few concerns in re to MyBlogLog. One matter I’ve been assured by a MyBlogLog Team Member, will be taken into consideration. However; I’ve yet to follow up on this. Health wise I am still trying to regain my strength to the fullest, so please take it easy on tagging me for memes until after October 25 :). I want to thank Author Seaman for holding me up and blog sitting. To my Special Spiritually connected Friends (you all know who you are), Thank You for your kind words and support. I plan to have a few new posts up in the next two days. I'm looking forward to catching up with everyones' posts and commenting once again! Hugs from the Universe!

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