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thursday is pot night
And there is a simple joy and satisfaction in gettng really caked in clay despite a capacious apron!
Of course potting with one functional hand creates an interesting challenge, and just keeping numb fingers off the wheel and avoiding serious abrasions is just the start of the fun.
It looks so easy and tranquil in "Ghost" Demi & Patrick all aglow and making clay grow tall and elegant.
After the first half hour my vision is partially obscured because my glasses slip and functional or no, both hands are gloved with liquid clay up to the wrist (and sometimes higher) so to push the glasses up means getting them dirty.
Then there is the question of control. Currently my left hand is a passenger rather than an active part of my life despite my best efforts at inclusion. The human organism is adaptive, and my instincts don't agonise over the future, they have simply changed my patterns over time ( amere five weeks)to achieve the most efficient use of my resources.
So sitting trying to pull a pot when one hand is in spasm has a tendency to destroy said pot in seconds no matter how elegant a curve I had achieved mere moments before.
Last week we started work on bowls and I produced two rather wonky looking straight sided vessels, rather like truncated flower pots. Well, they were wider at the top than at the bottom, so almost bowls.
Today I managed three completed pots after eight attempts that went awry or that I cut in half to see just how uneven they were, and where I needed to adjust (if possible)my approach.
So I have three pots with gentle curves and really chunky bases that I will correct next week - now there is something to look forward to, numb fingers hovering around sharp implements held tight against whirling clay! Perhaps body armour!
I have this secret hope that if I don't give in I win and get my functions back to normal - today for the first time my speech slurred, was indistinct. Not good when you make you living with your voice! And I know the secret hope is childish but I also know that the only way to fail is not to try.
I sat at a potter's wheel today and threw three recognizable bowls with a left hand that currently is prone to spastic jerks and spasms and has little left in the way of fine motor control.
If i don't give in, I win.
Of course potting with one functional hand creates an interesting challenge, and just keeping numb fingers off the wheel and avoiding serious abrasions is just the start of the fun.
It looks so easy and tranquil in "Ghost" Demi & Patrick all aglow and making clay grow tall and elegant.
After the first half hour my vision is partially obscured because my glasses slip and functional or no, both hands are gloved with liquid clay up to the wrist (and sometimes higher) so to push the glasses up means getting them dirty.
Then there is the question of control. Currently my left hand is a passenger rather than an active part of my life despite my best efforts at inclusion. The human organism is adaptive, and my instincts don't agonise over the future, they have simply changed my patterns over time ( amere five weeks)to achieve the most efficient use of my resources.
So sitting trying to pull a pot when one hand is in spasm has a tendency to destroy said pot in seconds no matter how elegant a curve I had achieved mere moments before.
Last week we started work on bowls and I produced two rather wonky looking straight sided vessels, rather like truncated flower pots. Well, they were wider at the top than at the bottom, so almost bowls.
Today I managed three completed pots after eight attempts that went awry or that I cut in half to see just how uneven they were, and where I needed to adjust (if possible)my approach.
So I have three pots with gentle curves and really chunky bases that I will correct next week - now there is something to look forward to, numb fingers hovering around sharp implements held tight against whirling clay! Perhaps body armour!
I have this secret hope that if I don't give in I win and get my functions back to normal - today for the first time my speech slurred, was indistinct. Not good when you make you living with your voice! And I know the secret hope is childish but I also know that the only way to fail is not to try.
I sat at a potter's wheel today and threw three recognizable bowls with a left hand that currently is prone to spastic jerks and spasms and has little left in the way of fine motor control.
If i don't give in, I win.
An Amazing Story
He met her at a party.
she was so beautiful, many guys were chasing after her,
while he was so plain and simple, nobody paid attention to him.
At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but to be polite, she consented.
They went to a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything,
she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter,
"would you please give me some salt?
I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, How strange!
His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
She asked him curiously; why you have salt in your coffee?
He replied: "when I was a little boy, I lived near the sea,
I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee.
Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown,
I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who still live there".
While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
That's his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart.
A man who can share his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has ties to his home.
Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.
That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.
They continued to date.
She found that he was actually a man who meets all her demands;
he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful.
He was such a good person but she almost missed knowing him!
Thanks to his salty coffee!
The story ended just like every beautiful love story ,
the princess married the prince, then they lived happily ever after...
And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in it, as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:
"My dearest, please forgive me, I have been lying my whole life.
This was the only lie Itold you---the salty coffee.
Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt.
It was hard for me to change it, so I just went ahead
.I never thought that could be the start of our conversation!
I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life,
but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you about anything..
Now I'm dying, I'm afraid of nothing so I can tell you the truth:
I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste..
But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I met you,
I don't never feel sorry for everything I did for you.
" Having you with me is the biggest thrill of my whole life.
If I can live a second time around, I would still want to know you and have you for the rest of my life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".
Her tears made the letter totally wet.
One day, someone asked her: how did the salty coffee taste?
It was very sweet, she replied. Love is not to forget but to forgive,
not to see but to understand, not to hear but to listen,
not to let go but to HOLD ON !!!!
Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like,
because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.
Forget the things that make you sad ....
Remember the things that make you glad.
Much Love...
what are we doing here??????
Time spent is time wasted more often than not around here- Im venturing to say that, at least for me, we need to kick it up a notch around here.
I wonder why there is such a one way feeling to my experience around here.
Sometimes I feel too old or worse, too far away.
You ladies from Palm Beach and Broward counties, what are you here for?
Hit a guy up and find out what is next to you-
Exasperation is high, and frustration is setting in.
Here yopu have a gentleman that is older than he says, yet younger than he appears, single, beautiful and a hell of a guitar player.
Nothing to be afraid of......
I wonder why there is such a one way feeling to my experience around here.
Sometimes I feel too old or worse, too far away.
You ladies from Palm Beach and Broward counties, what are you here for?
Hit a guy up and find out what is next to you-
Exasperation is high, and frustration is setting in.
Here yopu have a gentleman that is older than he says, yet younger than he appears, single, beautiful and a hell of a guitar player.
Nothing to be afraid of......
Love At last !!!!
My cup runneth over !
Thank you Connecting Singles.......I have found the love of my life.
This really does work folks...I am amazed and thankful.
Hang in there !
And with that...I am signing out and removing my profile....its been real.
Good luck everyone.
Thank you Connecting Singles.......I have found the love of my life.
This really does work folks...I am amazed and thankful.
Hang in there !
And with that...I am signing out and removing my profile....its been real.
Good luck everyone.
Love Projects
Take on a love project and share the great moments of doing something special together.
Are you bored of having a lot of time in your hands and not knowing what to do with it? The both of you might have watched all the movies in town and been out to all the restaurants. Things can be boring if you have nothing to do, but you can also utilize this time to do something exciting and something that will bond the both of you together.
Planning It
First of all, the both of you will never be interested in doing this. One of you would rather laze than be busy doing something, so make sure you’re the one who’s going to initiate a project. It could be painting your room, a simple table stand or an ant farm, or maybe even a tree house! It can be really exciting to do this, and once you get all the things you would need, you can rest assured your partner would join you in your little project. It is really exciting once you plan the whole thing out and get the work rolling.
Doing It
Once you’ve racked your brains and got the blueprint laid out, its time to get into action. Start working one step at a time, and give yourself the required time to do it. Say, three or four weekends. The both of you might start slow, but once you’re in the groove, this can be really enjoyable and can help the both of you bond a lot better.
The Romantic Touches
This is the best part of a love project - the touch of a romance. Compete with each other, kiss and help each other. Take a break together and grab a sandwich. Laugh about the way each of you look, with paint across your cheeks and glue in your hair. And as you complete your project, add a few romantic touches to it by maybe signing te finished project or by adding a few personal details that could remind you about the times you shared while doing this project even after many years.
Remember, it’s not the outcome of the project that matters the most, it’s the memories that the both of you would share while doing the project that matters. And more than anything else, it’s about your ability to work together as a team and the sense of accomplishment that comes from doing something together, a good love project!
Are you bored of having a lot of time in your hands and not knowing what to do with it? The both of you might have watched all the movies in town and been out to all the restaurants. Things can be boring if you have nothing to do, but you can also utilize this time to do something exciting and something that will bond the both of you together.
Planning It
First of all, the both of you will never be interested in doing this. One of you would rather laze than be busy doing something, so make sure you’re the one who’s going to initiate a project. It could be painting your room, a simple table stand or an ant farm, or maybe even a tree house! It can be really exciting to do this, and once you get all the things you would need, you can rest assured your partner would join you in your little project. It is really exciting once you plan the whole thing out and get the work rolling.
Doing It
Once you’ve racked your brains and got the blueprint laid out, its time to get into action. Start working one step at a time, and give yourself the required time to do it. Say, three or four weekends. The both of you might start slow, but once you’re in the groove, this can be really enjoyable and can help the both of you bond a lot better.
The Romantic Touches
This is the best part of a love project - the touch of a romance. Compete with each other, kiss and help each other. Take a break together and grab a sandwich. Laugh about the way each of you look, with paint across your cheeks and glue in your hair. And as you complete your project, add a few romantic touches to it by maybe signing te finished project or by adding a few personal details that could remind you about the times you shared while doing this project even after many years.
Remember, it’s not the outcome of the project that matters the most, it’s the memories that the both of you would share while doing the project that matters. And more than anything else, it’s about your ability to work together as a team and the sense of accomplishment that comes from doing something together, a good love project!
A National Discussion
There are so many important elements of the American discussion these days it’s hard to put a finger on just one that is worthy of special attention. The war, the economy, the 2nd amendment, and once again the issue of race comes to the surface. Any of these would be a worthy topic, but the fact that all of them are a part of this national discussion causes us to all sit up and pay special attention to these historical events.
Some years ago another controversial figure in our history coined the term “professional citizen” and while some of his rhetoric was a bit further than a majority of Americans were willing to look, the majority of his topics were right on target. His work created an entire generation of active, professional citizens.
So, what is a professional citizen anyway? It’s a good question, in fact it is one that I had not fully explored until recently. Frankly, it’s simple; so simple that this might be the very reason that so many of us have fallen down on the job. It is simply taking an active part in the world around you. Reading the newspaper, discussing the days events, taking time to write a letter or make a phone call to your elected officials and express your opinion and, if they ignore you, actively work towards supporting somebody that will. And, don’t be shy about telling them that very fact. Pick up a copy of your Constitution and read it. Wave it in the faces of those that proclaim things like “old law” and we have a “new system” and demand they comply and, once again, work to promote those that will obey the laws of the land and put the citizen first and foremost over all other interests.
Lastly, take a lesson from one of more courageous presidential candidates and don’t be afraid to stand up for what is right, even when you know you will be shouted down as being wrong. Stick to your principles and hold tight to your beliefs … but most important of all, keep an open mind and listen to conflicting idea’s. You never know when a better idea might come along and if we are to survive in this world it is imperative that we grow together.
And lastly, remember an important note from the past. You are not African-Americans, Irish-Americans, German-Americans, Native-Americans, Asian-Americans or any of the similar expressions that we often use to define who we are. We are Americans. No greater honor could anyone claim!
Some years ago another controversial figure in our history coined the term “professional citizen” and while some of his rhetoric was a bit further than a majority of Americans were willing to look, the majority of his topics were right on target. His work created an entire generation of active, professional citizens.
So, what is a professional citizen anyway? It’s a good question, in fact it is one that I had not fully explored until recently. Frankly, it’s simple; so simple that this might be the very reason that so many of us have fallen down on the job. It is simply taking an active part in the world around you. Reading the newspaper, discussing the days events, taking time to write a letter or make a phone call to your elected officials and express your opinion and, if they ignore you, actively work towards supporting somebody that will. And, don’t be shy about telling them that very fact. Pick up a copy of your Constitution and read it. Wave it in the faces of those that proclaim things like “old law” and we have a “new system” and demand they comply and, once again, work to promote those that will obey the laws of the land and put the citizen first and foremost over all other interests.
Lastly, take a lesson from one of more courageous presidential candidates and don’t be afraid to stand up for what is right, even when you know you will be shouted down as being wrong. Stick to your principles and hold tight to your beliefs … but most important of all, keep an open mind and listen to conflicting idea’s. You never know when a better idea might come along and if we are to survive in this world it is imperative that we grow together.
And lastly, remember an important note from the past. You are not African-Americans, Irish-Americans, German-Americans, Native-Americans, Asian-Americans or any of the similar expressions that we often use to define who we are. We are Americans. No greater honor could anyone claim!
Silent Super-Nova
I'm tired.
The world is tired. Tired of waiting. We're anticipating something we can't even define. It's annoying. We're moving toward something, or something is moving toward us, and we feel something, something real, not a counterfeit cultural interpretation of subjective apocalyptic emotion, but something raw, atavistic, and universal.
We're scared, although none of us will admit it, and well we should be. We look away from this something, or rather, this lack of something, explaining and rationalizing that void we sense but dare not speak of.
But we can't stop the momentum we've built. Or it's built. This massive possibility taking shape. It's all relative. Nothing really matters but velocity, and because it's all we have, we add more, and more, until velocity even ceases to have meaning, and time and space blur.
It's all relative, and nothing is real anymore but the pretty colors, and the bombastic sound of silent supernovas, and our perceptions become confused as to which we see with our eyes, and what we hear with our ears. And all this still does nothing to eradicate the approaching void.
Is that what we're waiting for? For all things to cease, to melt, to either freeze into stillness or burn itself into shapeless amorphism? What's the difference? Whether we anticipate this or not, one or the other is the fate awaiting us, that oncoming train of inevitability, that we're hooked into, as surely as a slave is shackled to master, and master, thus, is imprisoned by the shackles that bind him to his slave.
What is true freedom but a freedom from this inevitability? We can experience a sense of freedom in this material life, but like a guilded cage, we ultimately surrender even this to the inevitable nature of entropy. All things achieve balance within a limited framework, so we explain things as elements of this "balance".
Some die, that others might live. Survival of the fittest. Equilibrim of the closed system.
In order to truly define what freedom is, we must break the closure, destroy the system, derail this depressing train of inevitability. We do not fear God, what we fear is our responsibility to power if we are to attain enough will to define, and thus experience, freedom. God is nothing more than a symbol for this power, greater than ourselves, but not thus automatically more perfect in its judgement or its execution.
We should question all authority, because all authority attempts to establish a paradigm within which to define freedom according to their own personal expression of pure power, with themselves, of course, in charge. It is only through victory that vanity and pride are transformed into "divine right", as human history illustrates quite well. To the victor goeth the spoils, including unfortunately, whose "truth" shall be told.
The world is tired. Tired of waiting. We're anticipating something we can't even define. It's annoying. We're moving toward something, or something is moving toward us, and we feel something, something real, not a counterfeit cultural interpretation of subjective apocalyptic emotion, but something raw, atavistic, and universal.
We're scared, although none of us will admit it, and well we should be. We look away from this something, or rather, this lack of something, explaining and rationalizing that void we sense but dare not speak of.
But we can't stop the momentum we've built. Or it's built. This massive possibility taking shape. It's all relative. Nothing really matters but velocity, and because it's all we have, we add more, and more, until velocity even ceases to have meaning, and time and space blur.
It's all relative, and nothing is real anymore but the pretty colors, and the bombastic sound of silent supernovas, and our perceptions become confused as to which we see with our eyes, and what we hear with our ears. And all this still does nothing to eradicate the approaching void.
Is that what we're waiting for? For all things to cease, to melt, to either freeze into stillness or burn itself into shapeless amorphism? What's the difference? Whether we anticipate this or not, one or the other is the fate awaiting us, that oncoming train of inevitability, that we're hooked into, as surely as a slave is shackled to master, and master, thus, is imprisoned by the shackles that bind him to his slave.
What is true freedom but a freedom from this inevitability? We can experience a sense of freedom in this material life, but like a guilded cage, we ultimately surrender even this to the inevitable nature of entropy. All things achieve balance within a limited framework, so we explain things as elements of this "balance".
Some die, that others might live. Survival of the fittest. Equilibrim of the closed system.
In order to truly define what freedom is, we must break the closure, destroy the system, derail this depressing train of inevitability. We do not fear God, what we fear is our responsibility to power if we are to attain enough will to define, and thus experience, freedom. God is nothing more than a symbol for this power, greater than ourselves, but not thus automatically more perfect in its judgement or its execution.
We should question all authority, because all authority attempts to establish a paradigm within which to define freedom according to their own personal expression of pure power, with themselves, of course, in charge. It is only through victory that vanity and pride are transformed into "divine right", as human history illustrates quite well. To the victor goeth the spoils, including unfortunately, whose "truth" shall be told.
~ Beautiful thoughts on love ~
If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn’t choose to rest in the other person’s heart.
If you find someone else in love with you and you don’t love him/her, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage, do not cause pain.
How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.
If you fall in love with another, and he/she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame, let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.
Remember that you don’t choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life.
Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in any way you can.
That is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them.
The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love. They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away.
Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying.
You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.
Love always has been and always will be a mystery. Be glad that it came into your life, even if only for a moment.
My 2 prayers for God to answer.
As stated at the end of my fantasy novel I have written I state.I pray to dear Jesus and God to permit not only that "The Legendary Draggonia" be a hit when my book is released in the next couple of months in the book market.I also pray that a beautyful oriental earth angel finds a spot in my heart and gives me my hope of having querubine children to follow my legacy in life my twin soul in female, and if posible that not only thinks as me that can be my mirror image in my noble ways.Let us fuse our auras together and find eternal harmony in our magical life this things I pray oh God Amen.
Between one Heartbeat and the Next
The sky is wearing shades of grey this morning, blending from battleship to dove to white all rimmed with fire where the sun still dares to stick a finger in the business of the day.
And deep behind the grey is blue, and deeper yet the teeming tracts of emptiness between the stars hang icy black, dark velvet textured with the dust of worlds gone by and yet to come.
March has been a month of being clogged and clumped like whipping cream gone wrong. Pretzel twists have curved the days back on themselves and I have marched in place, not moving yet spilling forth into futures dreamed, imagined, feared and hated. Fantastic images that do not exist outside my mind.
I think perhaps, this is survival. This shrinking down that folds the soul into a seething mass of temper, sulks and rude words coiling on the tongue just waiting for the slightest invitation to spring forth. Fresh water tears at every touch, each word that hinted someone noticed, someone cared, and bitter salt that wracked the body, soaked the pillow when no one offered help I did not ask for or even worse, demanded help from me.
Nothing much has changed from yesterday except tomorrow has become today , yet I have crossed a threshold where I can feel the life beyond the margins of my flesh and wait for it to come to me instead of falling in a headlong rush on nerveless feet to grab at it, clinging to the non existent time that has not happened yet. The time between one heartbeat and the next.
And deep behind the grey is blue, and deeper yet the teeming tracts of emptiness between the stars hang icy black, dark velvet textured with the dust of worlds gone by and yet to come.
March has been a month of being clogged and clumped like whipping cream gone wrong. Pretzel twists have curved the days back on themselves and I have marched in place, not moving yet spilling forth into futures dreamed, imagined, feared and hated. Fantastic images that do not exist outside my mind.
I think perhaps, this is survival. This shrinking down that folds the soul into a seething mass of temper, sulks and rude words coiling on the tongue just waiting for the slightest invitation to spring forth. Fresh water tears at every touch, each word that hinted someone noticed, someone cared, and bitter salt that wracked the body, soaked the pillow when no one offered help I did not ask for or even worse, demanded help from me.
Nothing much has changed from yesterday except tomorrow has become today , yet I have crossed a threshold where I can feel the life beyond the margins of my flesh and wait for it to come to me instead of falling in a headlong rush on nerveless feet to grab at it, clinging to the non existent time that has not happened yet. The time between one heartbeat and the next.
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