A tribute to those who lost their lives in London. May they heal from this horrific event. Blessings 🙏
Humming, ‘Windmills of Your Mind’ ,
Hans Vansbo stood back to view the geometric precision of his latest creation.
Round like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning wheel …
“Paragon,” he whispered to himself.
“Clearly Hans, this song from your broken relationship has influenced you more then it should.”
“I don’t have time to examine your implications”, retorted Hans.
“But will it sell?”, chimed his dealer. “You need a buyer”.
“It did sell.”
“The curator for the Sven Gallery called. It’s been purchased to be exhibited in their garden.”
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
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This yellow rose was given to me by the owner of a restaurant we went to in Sarasota, Florida
called the Coolinary. We were on a Jazz Pub crawl. Yes, you read that correctly. The jazz club
we belong to has an annual week of jazz. The kick off was a Sunday afternoon outdoor venue
on the grounds of a mansion known as Phillppi Estates.
Jazz streaming from the gazebo while you sip your ice tea and enjoy
low humidity, temps around 72 and Spring-like breezes.
A dixieland jazz combo followed this event on Monday.
Wednesday was the Pub Crawl and so on through the week.
For those who aren’t familiar with a pub crawl let me describe it.
There are tickets you purchase for this. It provide a trolley –
yes, an old fashioned trolly which takes you from pub to pub.
You park your hop on and off you go. Each pub plays a different styles of jazz.
There are 12 pubs so you can walk from one pub to another.
Your ticket also provides entry into these pubs; otherwise, you would have to pay at each pub.
You do not have to drink. Personally, I would not be able to walk if I did have drinks at all of them.
Perrier works well to quench a thirst. You can eat if you’d like as well.
That’s where the Coolinary restaurant comes in. We decided to try their food.
They’re menu: is created and driven by a healthy, clean eating philosophy.
All the meat served in their restaurant is GMO, hormone, steroid and antibiotic free.
They proudly support local farmers. In addition, they have gluten free food.
While we sipped on a glass of wine and waited for our dinner the owner
came to our table and presented me with this yellow rose.
I was thrilled. A BIG SMILE and a blown-to-him kiss followed.
Who doesn’t like an unexpected gesture like this?
During dinner we enjoyed jazz from a bluesy singer called Synia Carroll.
Since jazz is still on my mind and in honor of my rose, here’s Louie Armstrong.
Today, March 8th, has been designated as International Women’s Day. Violence against women and girls is continuing to happen everyday all over the world. We must continue to fight for all women to be treated with respect and equality. International Women’s Day focuses on ending violence against women and empowering them.
A gross human rights violation that affects up to 7 in 10 women and a top priority for UN Women. As commemorations are underway in all corners of the globe, “One Woman” reminds us that together, we can overcome violence and discrimination: “We Shall Shine!” Join us to help spread the word and enjoy this musical celebration of women worldwide. 2017©un women
Message by UN Women Executive Director Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka on International Women’s Day, 8 March 2017 – Read more @ http://www.unwomen.org/en/news/stories/2017/2/statement-ed-phumzile-iwd-2017
Over time and distance, the equal rights of women have progressed. We celebrate the achievements of women while remaining vigilant and tenacious for further sustainable change. The following article is from an interview given by Eve Ensler for the New Yorker magazine.
WARNING – Adult Language Follows
Eve Ensler – author
The Vagina Monologues playwright Eve Ensler believes in speaking up. She says when we name the things that make us uncomfortable or afraid, then demons are faced, silences are broken, and freedom is won.
I believe in the power and mystery of naming things. Language has the capacity to transform our cells, rearrange our learned patterns of behavior, and redirect our thinking. I believe in naming what’s right in front of us because that is often what is most invisible.
Think about the word vagina. I believe that by saying it 128 times each show, night after night, naming my shame, exorcising my secrets, revealing my longing was how I came back, into myself, into my body. By saying it often enough and loud enough in places where it was not supposed to be said, the saying of it became both political and mystical and gave birth to a worldwide movement to end violence against women. The public utterance of a banished word, which represented a buried, neglected, dishonored part of the body was a door opening, an energy exploding, a story unraveling.
When I was finally able as an adult to sit with my mother and name the specific sexual and physical violence my father had perpetrated on me as a child, it was an impossible moment. It was the naming, the saying of what had actually happened in her presence that lifted my twenty-year depression. By remaining silent, I had muted my experience, denied it, and pushed it down. This had flattened my entire life. I believe it was this moment of naming that allowed both my mother and I to eventually face our deepest demons and deceptions and become free.
I think of women naming the atrocities committed against them by the Taliban in Afghanistan or women telling of the systematic rapes during the Bosnian war or just recently in Sri Lanka after the tsunami women lining up in refugee camps to name their nightmares and losses and needs. I have traveled through this world and listened as woman after woman tells of being date raped, or acid burned, female genitally mutilated, beaten by her boyfriend, or molested by her stepfather.
Of course the stories are incredibly painful. But I believe as each woman tells her story for the first time, she breaks the silence, and by doing so breaks her isolation, begins to melt her shame and guilt, making her experience real, lifting her pain.
I believe one person’s declaration sparks another and then another. Helen Caldicott naming the consequences of an escalating nuclear arms race gave rise to an anti-nuclear movement. The brave soldier who came forward and named the abuses at Abu Ghraib prison was responsible for a sweeping investigation.
Naming things, breaking through taboos and denial is the most dangerous, terrifying, and crucial work. This has to happen in spite of political climates or coercions, in spite of careers being won or lost, in spite of the fear of being criticized, outcast, or disliked. I believe freedom begins with naming things. Humanity is preserved by it.
Eve Ensler is a writer and activist living in New York. Her play, “The Vagina Monologues,” has been translated into 35 languages and was performed more than 2,500 times in 2005 alone. Ensler is founder of V-Day, an organization supporting efforts to end violence against women and girls worldwide.***** One Woman – A Song for UN Women: https://ganxy.com/checkout
Today, I’m adding a song about celebrating birthday’s.
I’ve been celebrating the entire month of July even though my birthday
is officially on July 20th.
It’s my special day. No one can take it from me. I’m special on that day.
So, I shall be a bit self-indulgent and add the great Beatles Song:
They Say It’s Your Birthday (Beatles Birthday Remix)
Yes, that’s me in my pool.
Yes, I wear a hat to shade my skin from the sun.
Yes, I wear sunglasses because my eyes are sensitive to the sun.
Yes, I wear water shoes because I don’t like to walk bare footed.
Yes, I’m wearing a sun reflective shirt to keep the UV rays from burning my skin.
Yes, I do doggie paddle swim but prefer sitting under the waterfall.
Just a bit about the “Birthday Girl.”
Age is strictly a case
of mind over matter.
If you don’t mind,
it doesn’t matter.
The day was at the dawning
The sky was grayish blue
And soon the gay new morning
Would sparkle bright with dew
And in a dreamlike quiet
Skies pierced with the ray of sun
We kissed and in embracing
We were somehow one
Cesaria Evora – Besame Mucho (with lyrics)
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