5 Jan 2018 Hope rising (chalk drawing) 2006 Poem and missing You tube videos (This video contains content from SME, who has blocked it in your country on copyright grounds)

4 Jan 2018 – A being with a fragment of rainbow inside of them, Hope, trying to rise in a very difficult world.

Hello to you.  It’s 8:40 am as I write to you on this sunny Friday morning.  How are you?  I hope you are well.  I haven’t seen any news this morning so the Hope for having a nice day in me rises unimpeded!

I have about maxed out my picture room on here again, so I’m faced with some decisions.  Either pay for the business account or delete a bunch of stuff.    So if you visit an older post and pictures are missing, you know why.  I’ve noticed recently that a bunch of the videos I’ve shared here from You tube have been disappearing.  One in particular was a Robert Hazard’s music video, Escalator of Life!   The reason that showed up was: “This video contains content from SME, who has blocked it in your country on copyright grounds.”  So if you visit a post and a video is missing, that’s why.  Guess they are starting to “clean house.”

28 June 2006 by Jackie

Before me the road is cleared of trees and any vision of the past

The view out of me is blank and clear

Behind me lies the wreckage twisted and sharp

Painful to touch, painful to feel it brings tears easily to my eyes

Sometimes these new days are so bright I am blinded in my happiness

I find at times I cannot believe what unfolds can be real and true

Can these blessings really be for me in all that I have been?

I spread my arms wide and the rain falls

I lift my head to the heavens and sun shines

I kneel down and the earth trembles

I look around me and the walls fall down

All is laid bare and new; the earth scoured clean the lion roars

From behind the curtain of uncertainty the doors of eternity open

Before me now the shadow passes and light is left in it’s wake

The White Tree shimmers in the dew slipped dawn

There are no leaves just shimmering silver

A new Hope for a new time……..

 

4 Jan 2018 – chalk drawing and meditation from yesterday morning. I don’t know why I keep thinking someone is trapped underneath the pyramids lol. That’s what this is about to include the stuff on the right. Just my imagination run amok probably.

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1 Jan 2018 A glimpse of light and classic reads (The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins 1859)

Hello to you.  It’s 7:06 am on this first day of 2018.  It was quiet last night for a change.  People actually obeyed the city ordinance  of no fireworks in city limits for a change, which we as dog owners and early to bed types appreciated!

This morning when I went to shake out a rug I looked up and there were white twinkling lights I hadn’t seen in a long time!  Stars!  ZOMG!  I went to the back and caught a glimpse of something else lovely I haven’t seen in a long time, a sunrise!  I just went out back to take a peek and there were mauve clouds!  So beautiful!  We’ve had a gray lid on top of us for about two weeks now.  To see the stars, a sunrise….natures lights….what a blessing!

Light in the Gray poem by Jackie Wygant 1 Jan 2018

It has been gray and dreary

The air cold and biting

Far from holiday cheery

But this morning,  in the distance I saw a twinkling white light

A shimmering star against a velvet blue

Twinkling bright

A gift for year that begins anew

Perhaps a glistening sign

Of peace for me….peace for you.

 

I downloaded several classic stories to my Kindle yesterday to include this one and I’m really enjoying it:

The Woman in White https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Woman_in_White_(novel)

The Woman in White (novel)

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The Woman in White
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Cover of first US edition
Author Wilkie Collins
Country United Kingdom
Language English
Genre Mystery novel, Sensation novel
Publisher All the Year Round

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Publication date
26 November 1859 – 25 August 1860
OCLC 41545143
Preceded by The Dead Secret
Followed by No Name

The Woman in White is Wilkie Collins‘ fifth published novel, written in 1859. It is considered to be among the first mystery novels and is widely regarded as one of the first (and finest) in the genre of “sensation novels“.

The story is sometimes considered an early example of detective fiction with protagonist Walter Hartright employing many of the sleuthing techniques of later private detectives. The use of multiple narrators (including nearly all the principal characters) draws on Collins’s legal training,[1][2] and as he points out in his Preamble: “the story here presented will be told by more than one pen, as the story of an offence against the laws is told in Court by more than one witness”. In 2003, Robert McCrum writing for The Observer listed The Woman in White number 23 in “the top 100 greatest novels of all time”,[3] and the novel was listed at number 77 on the BBC‘s survey The Big Read.[4]

Characters[edit]

  • Walter Hartright – A young teacher of drawing, something of an everyman character, and distinguished by a strong sense of justice.
  • Frederick Fairlie – A wealthy hypochondriac land-owner: the uncle of Laura Fairlie, distinguished principally by his mock-politeness toward all other characters.
  • Laura Fairlie – Mr. Fairlie’s gentle, guileless, pretty niece: an heiress and orphan.
  • Marian Halcombe – Laura’s elder half-sister and companion; not attractive but intelligent and resourceful. She is described as one “of the finest creations in all Victorian fiction” by John Sutherland.[5]
  • Anne Catherick (“The Woman in White”) – An eccentric young woman distinguished by her insistence on white clothes; an illegitimate daughter of Laura’s father.
  • Jane Catherick – Anne’s unsympathetic mother; in league with Sir Percival Glyde in committing her daughter to the asylum. Depicted as an unpleasant character.
  • Vincent Gilmore – Lawyer to the Fairlies and close friend.
  • Sir Percival Glyde, Baronet – Laura’s fiancé and then husband; able to appear charming and gracious when he wishes but often abrasive.
  • Count Fosco – Sir Percival’s closest friend; his full name is Isidor Ottavio Baldassare Fosco. A grossly obese Italian with a mysterious past: eccentric, bombastic, urbane but intelligent and menacing. He keeps canaries and mice as pets. The Count greatly admires Marian for her intellect, so much so that he is willing to compromise several weak points in his plan (such as allowing Marian to retrieve Laura from the asylum) for her sake.
  • Countess Fosco – Laura’s aunt: once a giddy girl but now humourless and in near-unbroken obedience to her husband.
  • Professor Pesca – A teacher of Italian and good friend of Walter. The professor finds Walter the Limmeridge job, introducing him to Laura and Marian and proves to be Fosco’s unexpected nemesis.

Plot[edit]

Walter Hartright, a young art teacher, encounters and gives directions to a mysterious and distressed woman dressed entirely in white, lost in London; he is later informed by policemen that she has escaped from an asylum. Soon afterward, he travels to Limmeridge House in Cumberland, having been hired as a drawing master on the recommendation of his friend, Pesca, an Italian language master. The Limmeridge household comprises the invalid Frederick Fairlie, and Walter’s students: Laura Fairlie, Mr. Fairlie’s niece, and Marian Halcombe, her devoted half-sister. Walter realizes that Laura bears an astonishing resemblance to the woman in white, who is known to the household by the name of Anne Catherick: a mentally disabled child who formerly lived near Limmeridge, and was devoted to Laura’s mother, who first dressed her in white.

Over the next few months, Walter and Laura fall in love, despite Laura’s betrothal to Sir Percival Glyde, Baronet. Upon realizing this, Marian advises Walter to leave Limmeridge. Laura receives an anonymous letter warning her against marrying Glyde. Walter deduces that Anne has sent the letter and encounters her again in Cumberland; he becomes convinced that Glyde originally placed Anne in the asylum. Despite the misgivings of the family lawyer over the financial terms of the marriage settlement, which will give the entirety of Laura’s fortune to Glyde if she dies without leaving an heir, and Laura’s confession that she loves another man, Laura and Glyde marry in December 1849 and travel to Italy for six months. Concurrently, Walter joins an expedition to Honduras.

After six months, Sir Percival and Lady Glyde return to his house, Blackwater Park in Hampshire; accompanied by Glyde’s friend, Count Fosco (married to Laura’s aunt). Marian, at Laura’s request, resides at Blackwater and learns that Glyde is in financial difficulties. Glyde attempts to bully Laura into signing a document that would allow him to use her marriage settlement of £20,000, which Laura refuses. Anne, who is now terminally ill, travels to Blackwater Park and contacts Laura, saying that she holds a secret that will ruin Glyde’s life. Before she can disclose the secret, Glyde discovers their communication and becomes extremely paranoid, believing Laura knows his secret and attempts to keep her held at Blackwater. With the problem of Laura’s refusal to give away her fortune and Anne’s knowledge of his secret, Fosco conspires to use the resemblance between Laura and Anne to exchange their two identities. The two will trick both individuals into traveling with them to London; Laura will be placed in an asylum under the identity of Anne, and Anne will be buried under the identity of Laura upon her imminent death. Marian overhears part of this plan but becomes soaked by rain, and contracts typhus.

While Marian is ill, Laura is tricked into traveling to London, and the plan is accomplished. Anne Catherick succumbs to her illness and is buried as Laura, while Laura is drugged and conveyed to the asylum as Anne. When Marian visits the asylum, hoping to learn something from Anne, she finds Laura, who is dismissed as a deluded Anne when she claims to be Laura. Marian bribes the nurse, and Laura escapes. Walter has meanwhile returned from Honduras, and the three live incognito in London, formulating plans to restore Laura’s identity. During his research, Walter discovers Glyde’s secret; he was illegitimate, and therefore not entitled to inherit his title or property. In the belief that Walter has discovered or will discover his secret, Glyde attempts to incinerate the incriminating documents; but perishes in the flames. From Anne’s mother (Jane Catherick), Walter discovers that Anne never knew what Glyde’s secret was. She had only known that there was a secret around Glyde and had repeated words her mother had said in anger to threaten Glyde and then later got the idea into her head that she knew the secret. The reason that Glyde’s parents never got married was that his mother was already married to an Irish man, who left her. While he had no problem claiming the estate, he needed a marriage certificate between his parents to borrow money. So he went to a church in a village, where his parents had lived together and where the pastor, that had service there had died a long ago, and added a fake marriage into their church register. Mrs. Catherick had helped him getting access to the register and was awarded a golden watch with chain and an annual payment.

With the death of Glyde, the trio is safe from persecution, but still, have no way of proving Laura’s true identity. Walter suspects that Anne died before Laura’s trip to London, and proof of this would prove their story, but only Fosco holds knowledge of the dates. Walter figures out from a letter he got from Mrs. Catherick’s former employer, that Anne was the illegitimate child of Laura’s father. On a visit to the Opera with Pesca, he learns that Fosco has betrayed an Italian nationalist society, of which Pesca is a high-ranking member. When Fosco prepares to flee the country, Walter forces a written confession from him, by which Laura’s identity is legally restored, in exchange for a safe-conduct from England. Laura’s identity is restored and the inscription on her gravestone replaced by that of Anne Catherick. Fosco escapes, only to be killed by another agent of the society. To ensure the legitimacy of his efforts on her part, Walter and Laura have married earlier; and on the death of Frederick Fairlie, their son inherits Limmeridge.

Themes and influences[edit]

The theme of the story is the unequal position of married women in law at the time. Laura Glyde’s interests have been neglected by her uncle and her fortune of £20,000 (then an enormous sum of money) by default falls to her husband on her death. This provides the motive for the conspiracy of her unscrupulous husband and his co-conspirator Fosco. In his later Man and Wife, Collins portrays another victim of the law’s partiality, who takes a terrible revenge on her husband.

Publication[edit]

The novel was first published in serial form in 1859–60, appearing in Charles Dickens‘ magazine All the Year Round (UK) and Harper’s Weekly (USA). It was published in book form in 1860.[6]

Critical reception[edit]

The novel was extremely successful commercially, but contemporary critics were generally hostile.[6] Modern critics and readers regard it as Collins’ best novel:[6] a view with which Collins concurred, as it is the only one of his novels named in his chosen epitaph: “Author of The Woman in White and other works of fiction”.[7]

Adaptations[edit]

Theatre[edit]

Film and television[edit]

Literature[edit]

Computer games[edit]

  • “Victorian Mysteries: Woman in White” created by FreezeTag Games (2010)

References[edit]

  1. Jump up ^ Wilkie Collins (26 November 1887). “How I Write my Books”. The Globe. 
  2. Jump up ^ “Mr Wilkie Collins in Gloucester Place”. Number 81 in ‘Celebrities at Home’, The World. 26 December 1877. 
  3. Jump up ^ McCrum, Robert (12 October 2003). “100 greatest novels of all time”. London: Guardian. Retrieved 27 October 2012. 
  4. Jump up ^ “BBC – The Big Read”. BBC. April 2003, Retrieved 18 October 2012
  5. Jump up ^ The Woman in White, notes by John Sutherland, ISBN 0-19-283429-0
  6. ^ Jump up to: a b c Symons, Julian (1974). Introduction to “The Woman in White”,. Penguin. 
  7. Jump up ^ Peters, Catherine (1993). The King of Inventors. Princeton University Press. 
  8. Jump up ^ “The Woman in White”. Samuel French Ltd. Retrieved 2 October 2012.

The Woman in White – Original Theatrical Trailer

28 Dec 2017 Timelessness (drawing and poem) and Maksim/Royal Philharmonic Orchestra/Julian Kershaw-Somewhere in Time/The Old Woman (from Somewhere in Time)”

Timelessness by Jackie Wygant

Woven thread of blood, flesh and light

Through the particles of creation

You shine bright.

A flicker, a flash, a leaf on the wind

Where you end

I begin.

Here there is no marking a passage, just flowing through

This space to that space

Is how I always find you.

 

Maksim – Somewhere in Time (one of my favorite movies that I can’t watch often – just wrecks me lol!)

24 Dec 2017 Drawings, Holiday songs (David Bowie and Elvis Presley) and Hope Is A Thing With Feathers (poem by Emily Dickinson)

Hello to you.  I hope this finds you well wherever and whenever you are.   Not much to write to you about.  If you celebrate the holidays, I hope everything goes as you have hoped and planned.  Perhaps even grown an extra gray hair or two to make happen lol!   Thank you for stopping by!  I give you big hugs, love and all the very best the world can give to you through the wires!

http://www.history.com/topics/christmas/history-of-christmasinteresting read about the origin of this holiday

Bing Crosby & David Bowie – “The Little Drummer Boy (Peace On Earth)”

Elvis Presley – – Blue Christmas – – – 1968 – – {Live} – (the year I got here lol)

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers – Poem by Emily Dickinson

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

 

17 Nov 2017 Lead back to old poetry via my dreams (Peterson AFB CO)

Hello to you. It’s Friday morning, 7:40 am as I begin to write to you. I hope this finds you well.

The snippet of a dream I remember from last night/this morning lead me back in my waking world to Peterson AFB CO. I was stationed there for nearly seven years between Falcon AFB (now Schriever), HQ Air Force Space Command and Peterson. We were at Peterson when 9/11 happened.

What I remember of the dream is disjointed. There was something about seeing a folder that had the words, “Cooking in Heaven” on the cover. I remember meeting a Capt Carlton (I knew him as a General, the commander of the 36 Fighter Wing) and there was something about leading and being lead (this is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately with regards to what is going on in our country – there is a lot of being lead by people that were hired to lead! We have a system that doesn’t make it easy for those who even try to be leaders!)  In the dream I was an officer, a Lieutenant. I can remember saluting and being saluted. There was something about food before marching.  A meal had been prepared but the soldiers were going to go marching before eating the meal and they were called back for the meal (makes me think of how Basic Training at Lackland AFB was lol!)

I was lead to a couple of poems I wrote during those days, one of which that was actually published. I thought I had bought the book it was printed in, but I don’t have it anymore! Glad I kept the paperwork for it. The theme of these poems is transition….moving. A very prevalent theme when you are a member of the military no matter what branch you are in.

In talking to other veterans, to include Kyle’s family, we still get the “itch” to move that comes after you have lived somewhere a long time.  Then the “FIGMO” would happen (Finally I Got My Order or Fuck it, Got My Orders), getting order to move.  After you separate or retire….your on your own and it gets harder as time goes by. You don’t have people to come and pack you up anymore and the knowledge you have a secure job waiting for you at the next location. As much as I hate to admit it, when I served in the Air Force, there was a job security that is nearly non-existent in most any job sector in America today.

Kind of a shitty deal though. Finding job security by feeding the war machine. I have to temper that statement though.  When I was looking through the pictures and papers I have in binders this morning, to include the silly Photoshop picture of Air Force Space Command with a UFO flying over it, I am reminded of a much kinder and gentler military than I hear exists now.  We used to temper the stress of our jobs with fun…comraderie…friendship….we were family for each other.  Pretty much for the whole time I served, I was encouraged to share my gifts of writing and art.  I did little newspapers with cartoons, did drawings and wrote poems for people’s special occasions like retirements, separations, promotions, and permanent change of stations.  I remember the people who I served with both military and many civilians that made my 16 years even remotely bearable. I miss those people, not the jobs I did for the “machine.”

Anyhew….the poems

Changing Scenery Again – by Jackie Wygant (then Cammarato) National Library of Poetry, Beneath the Harvest Moon 1996

Once again we’ve found a place

But as soon as we feel settled

Order in hand, it’s time again to roam.

The boxes will come

Many good-bye will be said

A part of us will awaken

That which we thought was dead

All the treasures we bought with such care

Will soon be tossed and crushed

Loaded into a moving truck

Our apartment then empty and hushed

Soon too will come a parade of new faces

The dance of new friendships will begin

The longing to stay in our comfort

We’ll face with our usual chegrin

The scenery keeps on changing

Faces and places blending with the years

Someday we’ll be home

And when we do, be listening for the cheers!!

Jackie Wygant – it was Cammarato then) – I wrote this on 7 Aug 1998 for a decoration presentation not sure but think it may have been mine.

I wrote this around the time I left working at Air Force Space Command. I hated working there….nothing but a sea of gray cubicles and stress. My jobs there were very high visibility and stressful like arranging award ceremonies for the command and managing the records and promotion procedures for all the officers assigned to the command.

I did love the people I worked with and miss so many of them and wonder how they are to do this day. I think often of General Estes, who was the Commander of Air Force Space Command when I was there. He was not the conventional “CEO.” I would often see him riding his bike as I was running on base. I will always remember standing in line at the Base Exchange and he was in front of my ex and I. What was he buying? White socks lol. I think I remember that because it’s important to remember now matter how high you live or how low in so many ways, the ways that matter in this life, we are all the same from cradle to grave and back again.

It’s important to remember that when you get to the “high places” not to forget how you got there!

Angel on my shoulder it’s time to fly

Find another way to live

Though we are afraid, we mustn’t cry

For a lighted narrow door opens now in this wood

If we go through it

It will forever do us good

The doorways light casts away the shadows and dark

Inside of our minds and hearts

It lights a spark

Opportunity is provided, though not treasures and gold

It still sparkles like sunlit dewdrops before us

Providing us a future before our flesh grows cold

Angel on my shoulders open your wings

It’s time for us to be off

To new and finer things…..

*Happy birthday wishes to my friends Margie and Ken today wherever and whenever you are.

 

15 Nov 2017 Great Grandma Huff (Come Little Leaves poem by George Cooper), Stranger Things 2, dreams and Could Your Brain Be Hacked (AsapSCIENCE YouTube)

*19 Nov 2017 edit*  I was reading the book of poems I bought (Favorite Poems Old and New Selected by Helen Ferris, page 541) tonight with Kyle and came across the poem in the picture!  Turns out my Grandma Huff didn’t write it after all.  The author’s name is George Cooper!  My Grandma Becker apparently loved this poem and knew it by heart.  She must have translated it and just forgot to add the author’s name.

Hello to you.  It’s Wednesday morning, 7:22 am, as I begin to write to you.  Can you believe the month is already half over?!!  Somebody must have pushed the fast forward button or something lol!  People are asking questions about Christmas gifts and all that and I’m just not ready for it!  I’m pretty much just get me a gift card if you feel you must buy me something or donate to a charity in my name anymore.  I just don’t want anymore “stuff” unless it’s functional and or has a purpose.  Kyle’s parents asked what we wanted for Christmas and at first he didn’t have an answer and then remembered we had wanted to buy a small confection oven to replace our long dead microwave.  We are getting to that time in our lives where we just don’t want anymore crap to dust lool!

Yesterday I got a present via a text from my Aunt Ruthie.  She shared a poem with a picture of  my Great Grandma Huff about fall.  This beautiful poem is written in my Grandma Carol’s handwriting and had been hanging in my Uncle Walt’s office, her brother, until he died a couple of years ago.

14 Nov 2017 Poem with picture of by my Great Grandma Huff that was in my Grandma Beckers handwriting hanging in her brother Walts office now with Aunt Ruth Elliott

Come little leaves,” said
the wind one day.
“Come over the meadow
with me and play.
Put on your dresses of
red and gold,
The summer’s gone and the days go cold.”
As soon as the leaves heard
the wind’s loud call,
down they came tumbling
one and all.
Over the brown fields they
danced and flew
singing the soft little songs
they knew.
“Cricket, goodbye!” We’ve been
friends so long –
Little brook, sing us your
farewell song.
Say you are sorry to see us go.
Ah, you will miss us
quite well we know.”

The poem makes a little ache in my chest when I read it.  The way I interpret it is that we are like the leaves and when the wind makes it’s loud call, God, we fly away home and we are missed.  So many of my elder’s, my ancestors, my Ancient One’s have done as the leaves and have answered the wind’s call.  I miss them almost every day but keep them alive in heart and how I live my daily life.  There are very much alive in me.

Kyle and I binge watched some Stranger Things 2 yesterday.  It started out slow and now is just really picking up at Episode 4.  I feel like a lot of my drawings to even include the wisp people I was drawing have been leading up to me watching this darn show lol!  I’ve mentioned this before that sometimes my art seems to be like a tv guide lol.  Not very specific or very useful it feels like.  Kind of like what it’s like talking to someone in another room.  Unless you go to the person where they are speaking from,  all you get is just get bits and pieces but nothing specific enough to be really useful.  Anyhew…the show is so good!  I think because it’s set in the 1980’s, my teenage years, it really is hitting my nostalgia buttons!

I’ve really started to wonder lately if it is possible for human beings to be “hacked” by the unseen (be it stuff like Wifi signals, unseen bugs, vapors or the paranormal – God is energy and everything is energy so….even being hacked by “God?” Are we always driving the “car” that is our body?) and this show is certainly exploring that with the character Will who I really resonate with.  Watching him frantically drawing pictures of what he was experiencing in his mind really resonated with me and what I do outside with my chalk drawings sometimes.  I told Kyle last night, from my own experiences, I believe there is a world we all can see, one we can’t and the one we are told exists.

Stranger Things 2 | Final Trailer [HD] | Netflix

My dream factory didn’t generate the sort of dreams I had expected after binge watching such a show!  I guess that “production” is still in the works lol.

Instead I dreamt about shopping for clothes – fashion!  There was something about the wearing of a bandana on the head with a hat (this is from my character in FFXIV, Aurora, getting a new hat that has a bandana underneath) for Good Friday.  There was a woman dressed in a long tan colored felt or velvet dress.  She had black hair that was in a big bun on the top of her head and she looked like Eva Green (me thinking about Reeve Carney and Vanessa Ives yesterday I guess) and she was spinning in front of someone impossibly fast without getting dizzy.  Then she suddenly stopped, worrying and asking, “Did I damage the dress?” as she examined the bottom hem of the dress that had touched the floor while she was spinning.

13 Nov 2017 – My FFXIV character Aurora in new gear to include hat with bandana under it.

 

Love this

The other dream was triggered by the scene in Stranger Things 2 where Winona’s character Joyce Byers (Byers is the last name of a guy I had a crush on during Senior High School that looked like David Bowie lol), is trying to figure out how to watch a VHS-C tape in a regular VHS player.  I remember having that problem – we had an adaptor to make it so you could watch the smaller sized tape in a regular VHS machine.  My dream was about my ex asking me if I liked the adult movie he had picked out lol.  Ugh.  Way to go dream factory, way to go.

Anyhew…time to get started with the day.  I hope this finds you well.  Send some sunshiney wishes this way….gray and overcast again!

Could Your Brain Be Hacked?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AsapScience

AsapScience, stylized as AsapSCIENCE, is a YouTube channel created by Canadian YouTubers Mitchell Moffit and Gregory Brown. The channel produces weekly videos that touch on many different topics of science.[1]

The two creators have a secondary channel, AsapTHOUGHT (recently renamed Greg and Mitch) which contains videos discussing several issues (not all pertaining to science).

 

8 Nov 2017 Intertwined (poem and drawing)

Hello to you.  It’s 2:25 pm on this rainy afternoon.  Kyle got a call earlier today asking if we might keep his youngest brother company for a couple days while his Dad has some unexpected surgery.  So our house will expand to receive his brother Cole, Henry and Suzie their dogs and we will keep Dad in our prayers for a swift recovery!  God is in charge.

Today’s message for me and anyone else it might resonate with:  “Serenity comes when you trade expectations for acceptance – Unknown”

 

8 Nov 2017 – Drawing to explore how we are intertwined…the light and shadows that are the me, myself and I.

Intertwined – Jackie Wygant 8 Nov 2017

Is it me or is it you?

Is there one of us

Or are there two?

In the storms and rain is you who stands tall

Or is it me who spreads my arms

While you are small?

We are threads from the same piece of thread

Intertwined

Until we are dead.

* a positive PS

http://www.washingtonexaminer.com/john-cornyn-writes-bill-to-improve-gun-background-checks-after-texas-church-shooting/article/2639890

John Cornyn writes bill to improve gun background checks after Texas church shooting

Senate Majority Whip John Cornyn, R-Texas, introduced a bill Tuesday to “incentivize” federal agencies to report criminal convictions to ensure the wrong people cannot purchase guns.

Cornyn’s bill comes in response to the deadly church shooting that left 26 dead in Texas. The shooter, Devin Patrick Kelley, was able to purchase a gun despite a 2014 domestic assault conviction. The Air Force said they erroneously failed to report the conviction.

“This critically important information from the suspect’s criminal history was not uploaded into the relevant background check databases, even though a federal law clearly requires that it be done,” Cornyn said.

Cornyn said Congress can take actions to make federal agencies properly report convictions and the number of records actually reported to the National Instant Criminal Background Check System is “staggeringly low.”

Cornyn said the reporting problems must be rectified.

“Because there was no record of it, he was able to lie his way into getting these firearms,” Cornyn said. “This is very clearly a problem, and the Air Force has now admitted that Kelley’s conviction should have barred him from ever purchasing or possessing firearms.”

29 Oct 2017 The Hotel of hunger, Wizard and the Dragon (Dreams) and Mother Earth (Poem by Henry Van Dyke)

Hello to you in your here and now. It’s a very chilly Sunday morning as I write to you. I hope this finds you well.

I don’t know if it’s because we finally got enough animal protein yesterday, it’s cooler at night for sleeping or just that Kyle was home and I felt safer but the dream factory was quite active.

The first dream I remember was something about a hotel and a hungry child, a little boy. This little boy had been relying on the now closed hotel for food, as had many others. It was being repurposed to another sort of living space. There was someone showing me the property and there was a screened in porch that magically expanded before my eyes. When we got to the kitchen the little boy was there. I told him I hoped some day he would have a good job and make lots of money so he wouldn’t be hungry anymore. The food left behind by the previous owners of the property was rotting. That was all there was to give the child was rotting food to eat.

(After reflecting on this dream, it seemed to almost be a story that is playing out before all of us. Our earth that we have relied on for all of our lives is being repurposed. The screened in porch makes me think of geoengineering, weather modification or spraying the sky to block the sun. The rotting food – well recently there has been a lot of vegetable recalls because of Listeria for example (http://www.cnn.com/2017/10/23/health/listeria-recall-vegetables/index.html). We are destroying the earth for which our survival depends and if we aren’t careful, all that is going to be left for our children is rotted food.)

The second dream.

The dream was about a flood and people in the rising waters saw sparkling baby slippers and weren’t sure if they should take them from the unattended shop they were in front of. They took them. There was another shop with parts of a collection of heart jewelry and fairy figurines out front. The shop was attended and the woman collecting together the heart jewelry and fairy figurines was dissuaded from taking these items like the others in the flood. She was invited into the shop because somehow she had summoned a dragon in all this and the wizard in the shop took her to a private room and said, “You have managed to summon a dragon and you are going to show me precisely how you did it.”

(After reflecting on this dream, I know the woman in the dream is me as I have and like heart themed jewelry and have collected fairy and dragon figurines. I perceive the flood as being an analogy for what we are experiencing in our world and the choices different people make when faced with overwhelming odds. Some people choose to have children. Some people choose to loot and plunder….remember the pictures after Katrina? The dragon part has a lot to do with my long interest in Vlad Tepes, dragons and just last night moving further along in the FFXIV Heavensward expansion where the Archbishop Thordan VII reminds me of Anthony Hopkins who was a Dragon of sorts as Hannibal.

If you curious to learn about the FFXIV storyline, here are some links. I think you will find the story of the relationship between the dragons and humans to be all too familiar – the quest for power by whatever means, murder, betrayal and lies to quell the masses and keep them placated…from revolting:

http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Thordan_VII

If a man cannot atone for his sins in the course of his all-too-fleeting life, must his progeny then be held to account? Must every subsequent generation be judged as well?

—Archbishop Thordan VII

http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Aymeric_de_Borel

Do you know what sort of man becomes Lord Commander of the Temple Knights? One who comes from good stock. I did not, yet here I am. Now why do you suppose that is? Because I swiftly learned to tell the difference between words, deeds, and beliefs.

—Aymeric

http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Nidhogg_(Final_Fantasy_XIV)

I am vengeance incarnate! I am Nidhogg! Thou shall die by my hand!

—Estinien, Nidhogg’s Shade

Henry Van Dyke

Henry Van Dyke (10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)
poet Henry Van Dyke

Mother Earth – Poem by Henry Van Dyke

Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,
Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,
Mother of all the manifold forms of life, deep-bosomed, patient, impassive,
Silent brooder and nurse of lyrical joys and sorrows!
Out of thee, yea, surely out of the fertile depth below thy breast,
Issued in some strange way, thou lying motionless, voiceless,
All these songs of nature, rhythmical, passionate, yearning,
Coming in music from earth, but not unto earth returning.

Dust are the blood-red hearts that beat in time to these measures,
Thou hast taken them back to thyself, secretly, irresistibly
Drawing the crimson currents of life down, down, down
Deep into thy bosom again, as a river is lost in the sand.
But the souls of the singers have entered into the songs that revealed them, –
Passionate songs, immortal songs of joy and grief and love and longing:
Floating from heart to heart of thy children, they echo above thee:
Do they not utter thy heart, the voices of those that love thee?

Long hadst thou lain like a queen transformed by some old enchantment
Into an alien shape, mysterious, beautiful, speechless,
Knowing not who thou wert, till the touch of thy Lord and Lover
Working within thee awakened the man-child to breathe thy secret.
All of thy flowers and birds and forests and flowing waters
Are but enchanted forms to embody the life of the spirit;
Thou thyself, earth-mother, in mountain and meadow and ocean,
Holdest the poem of God, eternal thought and emotion.

23 Oct 2017 Phobos and High Flight (poem by John Gillespie Magee Jr.)

Hello to you.  It’s Monday here again and quite chilly and for those who know me, you know I am loving that!  Really starting to feel like fall.

Yesterday afternoon I went out and did my last drawing of the day and it turned out to be one of those, “What the hell is this?!”  At first I thought it was going to be a face as I started with pink chalk, then a pumpkin as shades of orange came in and then it became this.

22 Oct 2017 5pm – Drawing I did yesterday afternoon and wasn’t sure what the heck it was supposed to be. Knew it had to do with energy somehow.

Then this morning I checked the news and saw this interesting article about Mars’ Moon Phobos.  I don’t know if you can see it, but I can see a bit of a resemblance to the picture of Phobos.  Reading the article and seeing Phobos helped me solve the riddle of this drawing.  Thank you Samantha Mathewson and Space.com!  If you look, there are energy waves emanating from this object and it is also surrounded by energy particles.  The pink flares coming out of either end are energy too.

Source Internet: A photo of Mars’ moon Phobos, taken by the High Resolution Imaging Science Experiment (HiRISE) camera on NASA’s Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter.Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/University of Arizona

https://www.space.com/38530-solar-wind-charges-mars-moon-phobos.html

Solar Wind Creates Electric Charge on Martian Moon Phobos

By Samantha Mathewson, Space.com Contributor | October 22, 2017 07:31am ET

NASA has set its sights on the Martian moon Phobos as a potential initial base for human exploration of the Red Planet — but powerful solar eruptions could throw a wrench in this plan.

A new NASA study shows that solar wind — the stream of electrically charged particles that the sun blows out into space — creates a complex electrical environment on Phobos, which could possibly affect astronauts and any scientific equipment brought to the irregularly shaped moon in future missions.

“We found that astronauts or rovers could accumulate significant electric charges when traversing the night side of Phobos — the side facing Mars during the Martian day,” William Farrell, lead author of the study from NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center, said in a statement. “While we don’t expect these charges to be large enough to injure an astronaut, they are potentially large enough to affect sensitive equipment, so we would need to design spacesuits and equipment that minimizes any charging hazard.” [Moons of Mars: Amazing Photos of Phobos and Deimos]

In theory, astronauts would travel to Phobos and remotely operate robots on the Martian surface, reducing the considerable time delay faced by Earth-based operators. NASA has considered Phobos as a possible initial base because its weak gravity makes it easier to land spacecraft, astronauts and supplies, according to the statement.

A photo of Mars’ moon Phobos, taken by the High Resolution Imaging Science Experiment (HiRISE) camera on NASA’s Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter.Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/University of Arizona

Phobos orbits incredibly close to Mars, and since it has no atmosphere and no magnetosphere it plows directly through streams of solar wind and absorbs the electrically charged particles on its dayside. This, in turn, leaves a void over its nightside. As a result, negatively charged electrons from the solar wind fill this void and statically charge the moon’s nightside. This same effect also occurs in other large shadowed areas on Phobos, such as Stickney crater, according to the study, which was published Oct. 3 in the journal Advances in Space Research.

“We found that excess charge builds up in these regions during all solar wind conditions, but the charging effect was especially severe in the wake of solar eruptions like coronal mass ejections, which are dense, fast gusts of solar wind,” Farrell said in the statement.

For the study, the researchers modeled the flow of the solar wind around Phobos, revealing that the buildup of static charge on the nightside and in shadowed regions can reach 10,000 volts in some materials, such as the Teflon suits worn by astronauts during the Apollo lunar missions, according to the statement.

Therefore, astronauts and rovers traversing these areas on Phobos could build up significant electric charges. For example, friction created by astronauts walking across the nightside surface could transfer charge from the dust and rock to their spacesuits. Then, when the astronaut touches something conductive, like a piece of equipment, it could release the charge — similar to static shock experienced after walking across a rug and then touching a metal doorknob.

Previous studies have shown that the same charging effect occurs in large shadowed craters in the north and south poles of Earth’s moon. However, Earth itself has an atmosphere and a magnetosphere that defends against the effects of solar wind.

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I found this poem in the poetry book I bought after I shared my drawings yesterday and wanted to share it with you.  It fits perfectly and aptly describes what it’s like for me sometimes when I am outside!

22 Oct 2017 – first drawing this morning after the morning sun dried the rain. Sometimes on mornings such as this one was, I feel like a bird with the wind in my feathers and like the large birds, fly next to and listen to the clouds as they pass by.

Favorite Poems Old and New Selected by Helen Ferris Illustrated by Leonard Weisgard, page 203

High Flight – poem by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds- and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of- wheeled and soard and swung

High in the sunlit silence.  Hov’ring there

I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung

My eager craft through footless hails of air.

Up, up the long delirious burning blue

I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,

where never lark, or even eagle, flew;

And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

18 Oct 2017 Craving cake and Rainbow baby (poem and drawing)

Hello to you.  How are you?  There isn’t much of me these days…..just mostly mush going on upstairs as of late.  Oh and there is the most dreaded of human conditions…my reoccurring craving for white cake with lots of frosting!   This happens to me every once and awhile!   I resisted the great temptation of going to our bakery called Cakes down the street while Kyle was sleeping today to get some.  One time I had such a craving while were still living in Delaware.  What did Kyle do?  He brought me home a gigantic, multi-layered German chocolate cake that cured me for several months for want of cake!

(this is a white cake I baked earlier this year after finally succumbing to one of my white cake craving attacks lol!)

What the cake looked like after I baked it.

So my creativity flow has been about a sputter since we started with the night shift endeavor but I did manage to draw this strange little being this evening.  I started out with a big pink blob for a head and then it came to me this would be a person with blue butterfly wings for ears and things just went from there lol.

18 Oct 2017 – the drawing started with the silly thought of a baby with ears of a blue butterfly and I just went with it!

Then as I was sitting down to write tonight and share this drawing,  the term rainbow baby came to my mind.  The first time I heard this term was when Kyle and I went to Parkway Park here in town on Memorial Day this year.  When we got to the park that day, there was a older woman in the parking lot with a baby dressed in rainbow colors….her name was Ariel Era.  She said Ariel was a rainbow baby.  I didn’t know what that meant at the time but I thought it must be beautiful.  Ariel certainly was!  I was wearing a bracelet I had made with a rainbow theme and as is customary for me, I took it off my wrist and gave it to Ariel’s Grandma and asked her if she would give it to Ariel someday.   Kyle said to me, “Sometimes someone has to watch the baby.”  Which resonated with me very deeply.  My Grandma used to take care of me when I was Ariel’s age too!

I never chose to have human children, but I know from being a “pet mom”, how much loss of this kind can hurt!

So what exactly is a rainbow baby?

A rainbow baby is a baby born after a couple experiences miscarriage or still birth. It’s called that because you can’t have a rainbow without a storm. And after the storm of pregnancy loss, a beautiful rainbow (child) breaks through the clouds to bring happiness.

28 April 2017 – My Little Pony Rainbow Dash as seen through a faceted glass “eye”.

A little poem from me for babies like Ariel:

Baby after the storm

Brings multi-colored light

And Mother’s heart is made again warm

Tears of sorrow no more, now only joy

Be it the glowing bundle

A girl or a boy

Clouds give way to sun and laughter

Mommy, Daddy and babies

Live happily ever after!