I have been thinking again about reining in my time on social media, blogging. I did a post on my other blog Grandmotherly.blog about being over-connected. I just read a post from the Atlantic by James Hamblin that suggests we do a social media fast every other day to break the addiction. I was thinking of taking a vacation from blogging, which is still an option, but this every other day fast sounds like it would be worth a try. Otherwise, I have visions of spending the rest of my life glued to my computer and cell phone.
But then there are so many interesting things that I find online from Smithsonian.com, like the West Coast is being invaded by hordes of gelatinous Sea Cucumbers and I have to read about it. Or how about the story of a shriveled human toe, put in a drink called Sourtoe Cocktail in the Yukon, that was stolen then returned. That last one makes me queasy. I am being facetious, but interesting articles about science, nature, quirky comical stuff helps lift my spirits when there is so much bad news.
I have been watching the The Lord of the Rings Trilogy again. We could see it as good triumphs over evil, and maybe too simplistic, but I do find the message inspiring. That even one small person can make a difference in the world. One of the inspiring speeches in the film is by Sam Gamgee to Frodo when Frodo feels despair of ever overcoming all that is against him, all the darkness:
Frodo : I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam : I know.
It’s all wrong
By rights we shouldn’t even be here.
But we are.
It’s like in the great stories Mr. Frodo.
The ones that really mattered.
Full of darkness and danger they were,
and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end.
Because how could the end be happy.
How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened.
But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow.
Even darkness must pass.
A new day will come.
And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.
Those were the stories that stayed with you.
That meant something.
Even if you were too small to understand why.
But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand.
I know now.
Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t.
Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
When the darkness rains down, I must not give up in despair. Have to be courageous and believe in the good in the world. And that even one person can make a difference.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt words for today: rain/reign/rein. Sam’s Speech ‘Worth Fighting For’ via Richurd on edgestudio.com. Featured image of ‘Aqua Tibia Wilderness Sunrise’ by pdpolena on Wikimedia.
This year I have been happy with our June Gloom here in Southern California. It is a sign of cooler weather when we have gray cloudy skies, when the climate conditions cause the moist cool air from the ocean to come inland and keep temperatures down. It results in cloudy days but it is better than the very hot days we will be getting in July and August. But just when I was celebrating the coolness along comes a heat wave expected to last at least until early next week. TGFAC! (Thank God For Air Conditioning). I am hunkered down inside like a refrigerated hermit.
I have ventured out a few times and wanted to share some photos of clear blue sunny Southern California skies.
My sunny neighborhood
“Blue skies smilin’ at me
Nothing but blue skies do I see…”
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt word for today is “sign.” Featured image of Sun with cloud by kropekk_pl on Pixabay.com
I have recently reached a WordPress milestone of 500 posts on Notes Tied On The Sagebrush. And I must admit it has been quite a journey. I have used this blog to share some of my life, thoughts, opinions, humor, and even some creative writing. I appreciate very much the support of my followers, family, friends, and other bloggers. It has been wonderful to get the positive feedback I have received over the past 3 years. I have appreciated your comments and encouragement very much. There have been times when I thought I was tired of blogging. I learned I had to discover my own pace. I realized I was not going to be out to win the most prolific blogger award. So I am surprised to find that I have decided to start a second blog about my journey into Grandmother-hood called Grandmotherly.blog. I have to say I am pretty excited about the new blog. I have had a few posts on Notes Tied On The Sagebrush about becoming a grandmother, but I decided this new part of my life deserved its own blog. I will be continuing my Notes as well.
I welcome all of you to come by and take a look. The focus will be on Grandparents, grandchildren, premature babies, and all things grandmotherly. I hope you will drop in and comment from time to time. I will continue with Notes Tied On The Sagebrush as well. So here’s to new adventures!!!
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt word for today is “admit.” If you are new to blogging I recommend taking a look at Linda’s blog. You can meet a nice group of bloggers there. My Grandmotherly blog image is by blickpixel on Pixabay.com Desert image by O. Palsson via Flickr.
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night……will keep the swallows from returning to the Mission San Juan Capistrano on St. Joseph’s Day every year. Turns out while I wasn’t looking the swallows stopped their historic annual return in 2003. It can’t be blamed on the California weather or global warming. The swallows stopped coming when construction was going on at the Mission. The swallows did not return for over a decade. Now with the concerted efforts of the Mission staff, an ornithologist, recorded bird calls, and the building of a temporary nesting wall, the swallows are returning to Capistrano this year. So whether or not you think my post about the annual migration of our swallows is hot, I think it’s pretty cool.
Post inspired from today’s LA Times Article ‘Familiar Sights Returning to O.C.‘ about the swallows of San Juan Capistrano. Featured image of San Juan Capistrano Mission by Ken Lund via Flickr. Image of Cliff Swallow by Don Debold.
Unofficial motto of the US Postal Service, “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds” inscription on James Farley Post Office in New York City.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt words for today are “weather/whether.”
Hyperosmia is a heightened sense of smell. It can be related to “morning sickness” during pregnancy. I remember being nauseated by greasy food smells when I was pregnant. I have a sensitive sense of smell even when not pregnant. When I worked as a Nurse, I was able to smell odors that indicated infection. A pleasurable side of the sense of smell is the use of aromatherapy. I love the smell of natural scents like lavender, rosemary, sages, roses and others. I really do find these scents soothing and relaxing. My daughter has made me a couple of small scent pillows and I have bought a lavender eye pillow for Yoga. The scent of peppermint is supposed to be good for nausea and headaches. In the Renaissance people wore rings with hidden compartments for scent. Hidden spaces under the bezel of the rings allowed scented materials to be hidden in an attempt to cover up the bad odors that were the result of bad hygiene. The hand wearing the ring could be brought up to the nose whenever a smell became too much to bare. ‘Smelling salts‘ were used in Victorian Times to revive people who fainted. The strong smell would kind of shock the person awake, help bring them to their senses or to regain consciousness. First you faint from a shock and then are revived by a shock to your nasal membranes. It would be nice to have a little sachet of lavender to bring to my nose when I’m stressed. A good way to calm my senses.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Prompt word for today is “smell.”
“If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?” -T.S. Eliot
I was rushing across the Middle School yard looking for my classroom. This was to be the first day in the classroom of my mentor, of the first semester of my Accelerated Collaborative Teacher ( ACT) Preparation Program. My aim was to obtain a Special Education Teaching Credential. I was returning to college after 35 years and taking 21 units this first semester. It was an accelerated program after all and I was to complete the course work in two semesters. As I rushed along across the school yard, balancing on my narrow high heeled wedge sandals, arms full of binders, and dragging a rolling backpack, my ankle turned.
A school yard like this
Similar to my shoes
I felt a sickening disorientation as I saw the ground rising up toward me. I fell face down on the tarmac. A student came over to ask if I was all right and helped me up. A staff member came over as well to make sure. I felt embarrassed that I was this lady falling down in the middle of the school yard. I said I was OK and was looking for my classroom. He gave me directions and I hurried on. I met my mentor and sat in to observe her class. It wasn’t until the end of the class that I realized I couldn’t put weight on my foot. I had skinned both knees as well. They had to wheel me to the main office in a wheelchair. Later that day I found out I had broken my foot. Maybe this should have been a warning that I might be rushing in the wrong direction with teaching. I went on to complete the semester, with a boot on my foot for a good part of it.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Prompt word for today is ‘yard.’ Image ‘Teacher’ via Pixabay.com
“When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening.”-Madeleine L’Engle
Does activity spell virtue or worth. Just because you are not doing anything does not mean you are doing nothing. Why is activity such a virtue? To be bustling around looking busy, saying to the world I have important work to do. One can be standing still and still doing a lot….of thinking.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted Linda G Hill. Word prompt for today, “spell.” Featured image ‘Texture’ by cocoparisienne on Pixabay.com