
HAPPY TUESDAY
ON THE LIGHT SIDE!
reblogged from Musing by Moonlight
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reblogged from Musing by Moonlight
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To those who celebrate ..
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Photo credit ~ MathKnight under GNU Free Documentation License Version 1.2 via Wikipedia.
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Photo credit ~ David Wagner, Public Domain Pictures.net
OF DYING
by
Victoria Ceretto-Slotto (liv2write2day)
That pain surrounds our birth, there’s no denying,
though worse, the fear that comes with thoughts of dying.
For life’s sojourn is pierced by sounds of crying,
as day-by-day we creep unto our dying.
Absorbed by fear of loss, we turn to buying
mere toys to mask remembrance of our dying.
And as our days grow long we know dark sighing
of friends and those we love. We watch their dying.
Perhaps, at length, we will eschew defying,
instead, embracing death: Victorious dying.
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© poem, Victoria Ceretto-Slotto, 2011 All rights reserved
© photo, Dead Tree in Sepia from Grumpy-Puddin’s Photostream via Victoria, some rights reserved
Victoria Ceretto-Slotto ~ A former nurse, Victoria is a novelist, poet, artist, and a docent at Nevada Museum of Art. Currently she is hard at work with final edits on her novel, Winter Is Past, recently accepted for publication. A second novel is in progress. Victoria finds inspiration in the mysteries of life, death, art and spirituality. She lives and writes in Reno, Nevada and Palm Desert, California with her photographer husband and two canine kids. Victoria shares some of her poetry on liv2write2day’s blog, where she also provides writing prompts and offers coaching with Monday Morning Writing Prompt and Wordsmith Wednesday.

Burning oil lamp on a colourful rangoli designed on Diwali courtesy of Rangoli under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license.
October 26, 2011
Deepavali (also spelled Divali in few countries) or Diwali, popularly known as the festival of lights, is an important five-day festival inHinduism, Jainism, and Sikhism, occurring between mid-October and mid-November. For Hindus, Diwali is the most important festival of the year and is celebrated in families by performing traditional activities together in their homes. Deepavali is an official holiday in India,Nepal, Sri Lanka, Myanmar, Mauritius, Guyana, Trinidad & Tobago, Suriname, Malaysia, Singapore, and Fiji.
The name Diwali is itself a contraction of the word “Deepavali” (Sanskrit: दीपावली Dīpāvalī), which translates into row of lamps. Diwali involves the lighting of small clay lamps (diyas, or dīpa in Sanskrit: दीप) filled with oil to signify the triumph of good over evil. During Diwali, all the celebrants wear new clothes and share sweets and snacks with family members and friends. Most Indian business communities begin the financial year on the first day of Diwali. MORE
HAPPY DIWALI TO THOSE DEAR FRIENDS WHO ARE CELEBRATING
THEIR FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS, THEIR VICTORIES OF GOOD OVER EVIL.
Photos by Barbara Stone (List of Buddha Lists)
Buddha’s and kitties Rumi (above) and Uma (below) courtesy of the curator of The Buddha Galery.
© 2011, The Buddha Gallery, all rights reserved
“Zenning out …”
WRITING YOUR SELF
Book Review
by
Jamie Dedes
We feel this book review puts a fine close on our series, Perspectives in Cancer. Writing as a healing art, whether as a purely personal exercise or for publication, is powerful. One of the authors of Writing Your Self, Myra Schneider, learned that with her much appreciated work,Writing My Way Though Cancer. That effort informs much of Writing Your Self.
This review was originally published at Musing by Moonlight.
Four of Myra’s poems were published earlier in this series.
We wrote the book because we believe that personal writing is very potent both for the writer and the reader, because some of the greatest literature is rooted in personal material. Myra Schneider in an interview HERE.
The subtitle of this book about writing is “transforming personal material.” I think it is implicitly also about personal transformation. It always seems to me that writing and reading about life is a healing activity, a way to live hugely, and a way to empower ourselves and others. If we can do it well enough to engage others, whether our purpose is to leave a record behind for family, to set the record straight, or simply to share and entertain, the experience is rewarding. Writing is a powerful healing path.
Writing Your Self is the most comprehensive book of its type that I’ve yet to read, and I’ve read many. It is organized in two parts:
Writing Your Self is rich with examples from known and unknown writers including the authors. By example as well as explanation the authors reinforce what we all intuitively understand to be true: that telling stories preserves identity and clarifies the human condition. It helps us understand what it means to be human. The experience of working through the book was something like a rite of passage.
I very much can see the use of this book by individuals training themselves and by teachers of adult learners who wish to write memoir, poetry, fiction, or creative non-fiction. It would be useful in hospital therapeutic writing programs or in writing programs for active seniors.
Memories, both recent and distant, tell us who we are and so play a crucial role in our experience of life…
You may have memories which you want to plunge into or you may have material like a diary or letters which summon them up. There are other ways though of triggering memories. We offer a series of suggestions. Chapter 13, Accessing memories, secret letters, monologues and dialogues, visualizations.
I think Chapter 13 alone is worth the price of admission. I work a lot off of childhood memories and even the event that happened two minutes ago comes back to me with dreamlike qualities when I sit to write. I have not thought of the things I do naturally as triggers, but indeed they are. It was quite interesting to see these natural aids laid-out and organized on the page to read: objects and place as starting points, physical sensation as triggers, people in memory, and predominant feelings. The section on secret letters – that is, letters that you write someone and never send – was particularly interesting. I’ve only done this twice in my life, but I know some folks who do it all the time. I’m sure it is a common practice and would make a fine jumping-off point for some and a satisfactory exercise – complete in itself – for others. The authors go on to monologues and dialogues, which certainly everyone spins in their heads. They discuss visualization. Hey, if you can see it, you can write it.
I’m an experienced writer and I enjoyed the book and the exercises and learned a few new things, got a few new ideas. If you are inexperienced or stuck midway in a transition from one form of writing to another, you’ll benefit from the exercises, ideas, and instruction in Writing Your Self: Transforming Personal Experience. This one’s a definite thumbs-up.
Myra Schneider is a British poet, a poetry and writing tutor, and author of the acclaimed book: Writing My Way Through Cancer. Your can visit her HERE.
John Killick was a teacher for 30 years, in further, adult and prison education, but has written all his life. His work includes both prose works and poetry. You can visit him HERE.
© essay, Jamie Dedes, 2011 all rights reserved
Copyrighted cover art, fair use.
Jamie Dedes ~ Jamie is a former freelance feature writer and columnist whose topic specialties were employment, vocational training, and business. She finds the blessing of medical retirement to be more time to indulge in her poetry, creative nonfiction, and fiction. She has two novels in progress, one in final edits, and is pulling together a poetry collection. Her primary playground is Musing by Moonlight. She is the founder and editor/administrator of Into the Bardo. Jamie’s mother was diagnosed with cancer the first time at thirty-six. She went three rounds with breast cancer, one with thyroid cancer, and died at seventy-six of breast and colon cancer.
MINE IS NOT TO ASK WHY
by
Lisa Maxwell
This month, a little more than most, I think about what I have been through, what I have lost, and what I have gained. I never ask, “why me?” I am always grateful it was me. I had my mother’s strength and my father’s stubbornness to get me through it. Someone else may not have been a lucky as I was…am.
October is almost upon us and it is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but for some of us, those like me and our families, every month is breast cancer awareness month. When you hear those words, “you have cancer,” you are never more aware. That feeling, the awareness, it never leaves you.
Tonight I sat with my daughter and watched a speech by Kelly Corrigan, breast cancer survivor and author. Emily and I held hands and cried together, grateful for what we have gained and all that we are lucky to still have…each other.
Sure, I have been through what some call “hell,” but I never saw it that way. For me, it was just a journey to get to the other side. Just one more thing to get past and then move on. People sometimes say to me, “so-and-so died of cancer.” My only response can ever be, “I’m not doing that.”
For me, having treatment and getting on with my life was the only choice. IS the only choice. Surviving is the ONLY choice.
Now, I use my experiences to make others aware of just how a diagnosis of cancer can change your life, even if it’s not you who is diagnosed. My cancer affected everyone around me: my parents, my husband, my little boys, and my daughter. Now I spread the word through my writing, my big mouth, and by walking the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer every year and raising money for research and other programs.
Mine is to do.
© 2011 Lisa Maxwell, all rights reserved, this includes text and family photos. Please be respectful.
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Lisa Maxwell ~ periodically blogs about cancer on her mother’s site, PattiKen and the Muses. Lisa is a mother with three children and an educator who recently completed a master’s program. She is dedicated to promoting cancer awareness, early detection, and participation in events that encourage awareness and raise funds to support research, detection, and treatment. We are grateful that Lisa survived and is able to reach a helping hand out to others.
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LESSONS
by
Lisa Hayes
This week someone told me that I can be a bit negative. I didn’t particularly like to hear that, but it did make me stop and think. And the more I thought, the more I realized that person was right.
It’s been nearly three years since I was in a hold up in a cartel town. I and the people I was with thought it was a cartel hit and that we would die that day. I fled back to the U.S. This week as I looked for military pictures for my work, I had a panic attack. The pictures of soldiers and guns did not bring good memories, and I realized I was still affected, still a bit scared.
It’s been one year, two months, three weeks and four days since I finished my last radiation treatment. This week as I sat waiting for my surgical oncologist to see me, I couldn’t breathe. I realized how angry I still was.
I think often of the fact that I was homeless and jobless, that I can’t find full-time employment now. And then I get angry.
People have told me to look at the bright side: I didn’t die in that hold up. I left Mexico safely even though I had to drive through some of the most dangerous areas. I got cancer, yes, but it was the easiest kind to cure. And when people have said this, I have gotten angrier, and asked them, Why did any of that have to happen to me in the first place? I quit believing that things would work out. I lost my faith in happy endings.
I have raged at the universe for a long time now, asking why. Sometimes, though, the answers aren’t clear. Sometimes you have to create your own so you can come to terms with what life throws at you.
Maybe I had to dance with death a bit to appreciate life.
Maybe I didn’t get that full-time job, so I could learn to slow down and get to know people around me.
Maybe those people were put in my path to teach me a bit more about myself, teach me that maybe I am likable, maybe even lovable. Maybe they will teach me how to trust.
Maybe that part-time job was put in my life so I could discover a career that I love and that I do well.
Maybe circumstances have conspired to teach me that things can work out. When I stop to think about it, things have worked out for me.
And maybe I have it all wrong about happy endings. Maybe it isn’t about endings at all. Life is a continuum. Sometimes it’s good; sometimes it’s bad, but mostly, it’s neutral. So maybe the key to contentment is to embrace the neutral.
Lisa Hayes ~ Lisa is a writer, editor, and former educator. She taught writing and English in Mexico for six years. Now Lisa is north-of-the-border and one-year cancer-free. On her blog, Frayed Edges, she shares her observations on life, work, and cancer. She is much admired by readers for work that is honest and touching. She says, “I started my blog so I could release some of the rage, loneliness, and despair I felt after my cancer diagnosis. I originally planned Frayed Edges to be a living journal. After I was invited to join Thursday Poets Rally by its founder, Ji (a.k.a. Monday), I took up poetry again and much of the blog is now devoted to poetry. Since cancer, I have focused more on the human connection and on finding peace. I have recently begun practicing qigong for its meditative and healing qualities. My publications to date have been in academic papers, but one of my goals is other types of publication.” Lisa lives in Dayton, Ohio with two cats, a dog, and a guinea pig.
RISE AND FALL
by
Umamaheswari Anandane
“The Girl Effect” is a powerful idea: by investing in girls in the developing world, we make an incredibly effective investment in eradicating poverty, creating thriving communities, and slowing the spread of AIDS.
[In the work of participating bloggers], you’ll find reflections about The Girl Effect . Usually, we specialize in writing about subjects ranging from business to creativity, but we invite many to take a day to write about this. Neither the participating bloggers or I (Tara Sophia Mohr) are affiliated with any organization. We are passionate about this cause.
For details on writing your own post for the campaign, click here.” [Tara Sophia Mohr/Wise Living]
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Last year I participated in this campaign. I didn’t know about the effort in a timely enough fashion to share information and an invitation. I hope this year some of you will join the effort. I look forward to reading what you write . . . This is not about leaving boys out, by the way. Boys benefit. You have to view the video to understand why girls are specifically targeted for this.
Here is what I posted last year:
Photograph courtesy of Lee Wag, Public Domain Pictures.net.
As the women go, so goes the world. The Sisters of St. Joseph of Brentwood, LI, NY who raised and educated me.
FOR THE GIRLS
FOR CARE‘S INTERNATIONAL CHILDREN’S DAY
FOR EVERY MOTHER’S CHILD
by
Jamie Dedes
They come like thistle and thorn,
and write their rage upon my body.
They come like locusts and
feed on the fields of my soul.
Like an angry storm, they drown me.
Like the desert sands, they suffocate me.
They see me, a little person of
no consequence … a girl,
Just a trinket, a toy, a receptacle,
something to sell, buy, and trade.
But hear me, I am the answer.
I am the calm after the storm.
I am the antidote to
stone hearts and desiccated souls.
I am the future and the past.
I am the hope, the dream, the reality.
I am authentic.
I am human.
I am the answer.
Poem by Jamie Dedes, copyright 2010, 2011, all rights reserved.
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“The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it. Through violence you may murder the liar, but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth. Through violence you murder the hater, but you do not murder hate.” Martin Luther King, Jr.
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(I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Jessica Dovey on Facebook.)
“Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: ony love can do that.” Martin Luther King, Jr.