Monday, April 18, 2011

A Concerned Constituent

While these guys duke it out...

who goes down for the count?

Remember the day when public service more predictably lived up to its name? Strong differences and disputes were still the norm, but the civil servant of yesteryear prioritized city, state and national needs over his own, seeking a direction (often the result of compromise) that would benefit the entire electorate. Guided by the prevailing interest of arriving at reasonable, equitable solutions, representatives found ways to disagree without being disagreeable. Progress was made.

Today, the absence of civility among politicians in Washington and elsewhere is both disappointing and disturbing. Without effective and respectful discourse, the best interests of our country are neglected, and stalemate ensues. How I would love to see our leaders focus more on "getting it right" and less on getting re-elected.

Who, if any, will take the high road in days and years to come? How will we manage to elect people who really want to help (and not just themselves)? Is such a thing even possible? And if not, what does that mean for the nation at large? I shudder to think...

I'm not laying the blame on one party or the other. Republicans and Democrats (along with other contentious factions, powermongers, and attention-seekers) are equally guilty of looking out for number one. This is an equal opportunity rant I'm making here, and I'll wrap it up quickly. The fact is, we need political leaders that are staunch patriots, not self-serving peacocks.

With that in mind, I would like to send the following note to the powers that be...

Dear Congressmen, Congresswomen, Senators, Councilmen/women and the like:

More serving and less strutting.
Please!

Signed,

A Concerned Constituent

Anyone care to sign on?

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Saturday Centus: A Review


I'm going to a women's conference today, but I couldn't miss the chance to jump on board with a highly interesting "shake-up" assignment from Jenny Matlock. Today, rather than write mini-fiction or poems ourselves, we've been asked to review someone else's offering from last week. I have chosen a poem by Rinkly Rhymes, entitled "April Showers." Here it is, for your perusal and enjoyment. My review of Rinkly's work, which follows her verse, will be in red.

APRIL SHOWERS by Rinkly Rhymes

I remember the tide of optimism; Summer was on its way.
Winter was receding; April heralded May.
As a girl I felt the sap rising higher, ever higher
As though everything in Nature was working to conspire
Against greyness, cold and lethargy, against discipline and school!
Then, every year it seemed the same, I became an April Fool;
While my heart was singing Summer songs down came the April Showers,
Battering the brave young leaves, decapitating flowers!
'Not yet!' the showers seemed to say; 'You still have a way to go.
Don't you feel a little chilly? We may even turn to snow!'
Was it good for my soul, maybe, to cope with disappointment,
When Summer made a date with me and then missed the appointment?
June, July and August still waved a beckoning finger,
But Winter kept a strangle-hold, determined it must linger.
And yet, that very fickleness was part of the Springtime joy.
Yes, April could be tantalising, teasing us, being coy.
But here, in another country, where Springtime just strolls in,
Where hardly anything marks the time when the warmer months begin,
I remember April Showers with a rush of real affection
And my heart is on a journey in a Northerly direction.

The Review, by yours truly:

This poetic personification of nature by Ms. Rhymes will resonate with any reader who has experienced the melange of expectation, disappointment, and lingering memory that is part of every season in life, personal or weather-related. Who hasn’t felt the “tide of optimism” summer brings, the literal and figurative “sap rising higher” of winter’s end, only to become an “April Fool” as newly flowering hope is decapitated? Spring’s rush of anticipation is both stranglehold and joy: beckoning at first, then dashed by a tantalizing fickleness that teases and pleases in turn––the essence of opposition in all things, a perfect dichotomy.

As the poet implies, such richness is far better remembered than surrendered.

∞§∞

Friday, April 15, 2011

Kreativ Blogger?


Thanks to Mari's World for the Easter-hued Kreativ Blogger award pictured above. I will now bore you with the proverbial seven things about me that you don't know (sorry). This may be a difficult task, as I'm all about self disclosure. Still, I will try to think of a few things I haven't blathered on about yet.

1. I don't even know how to operate a sewing machine. My mom tried to teach me once, but it didn't take. Note: I am a veritable whiz at hemming by hand, but only because I HAD to learn. Back in the day, there were no petites, and I'm a shortie. (Not the ghetto-girlfriend kind, but the my-legs-will-never-be-long kind). *sigh*

2. I once knew a wild pigeon named Sandy Blue who literally came when I called and would land on my arm, head, or shoulder. Best pet ever! (We nursed the feathered friend back to health after an injury, and that bird and I bonded, big-time.)

3. I am a major fan of Good Humor drumsticks (those pre-packaged ice cream cones with chocolate and peanuts on top). Be still my heart. The sugar fast is getting to me! Only nine more days...

4. I don't like to play games, especially board games (which I think should be spelled "bored" games). Scrabble is a bit of an exception, but I even get tired of that. Winning is so exhausting. heehee

5. Despite majoring in French, minoring in English, and earning a teaching certificate for secondary ed, I never taught school. There were no jobs available when I graduated, so I worked as a legal secretary (which paid more, anyway) until I had my first child. Once the chickens flew the coop, I went back to the same work for seven years. Now I am gloriously and joyously retired.

6. I'm thinking pretty seriously about writing another book on parenting. I have a lot of thoughts on the subject, most of them old-fashioned, so it's entirely possible there wouldn't even be a market for it. Hence, my hesitation. Still, I would like to organize my ideas and get them down on paper, so I haven't closed the door on book number four. (If I decide against parenting, I will probably work on a Christmas book with a collection of my Christmas Eve short stories, a few Christmas poems I've written over the years, and a couple of songs I've done for special programs.) Either way, I'm ready for a new project!

7. Once, when I was flying to Florida for a Caribbean cruise, a lady walked out of the bathroom (where I was waiting in line) and threw up all over me. I confess that I did not feel charitable, as I couldn't help wondering why on earth she came out before finishing her "business."

;)

PS. I took off my shirt and washed it in the little sink with powdered soap, but it did NOT do the trick. Not an auspicious beginning to my dream vacation! (total gross out)

PPS. I had a terrific blogging experience this week when Karen of Still Crazy after All These Years spent one day and the night at my house before her job interview in San Francisco. Isn't it neat when online friends meet and exceed your expectations? We talked, had lunch, shopped, drove around a bit, went out to dinner (notice the I-don't-like-to-cook theme here), talked some more, and watched American Idol. All in all, a GREAT day. Thanks for coming, Karen!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

The Women



They came to do Him honor,
weary-faced, and
stonily,
their footsteps traced
the path
to where He lay.



The day of His
entombment
still played starkly
in their minds.



Memory paraded through,
poignant, uninvited, yet
too new, too real
it’s trespass
to deny.



And so, unable to
forget their sorrow,
they acknowledged it
and sought to do Him
honor
paying tribute to
His grave.



His blemished body
they’d anoint
with oils and spices
for a King,
for such was He
and so deserved
their ministering.

As they approached
His lowly crypt,
the women were
distressed
and wept
to see the sepulchre
had been
disturbed.



For lo, the stone was
rolled away,
His body gone
and in its place
an angel,
and the women
were afraid.



“Why seek ye the living
among the dead?” ...
These are the words the
angel said.
The women, full of fear,
answered Him not,
nor understood.



But his next words
their trembling stilled,
and filled their hearts
with wondrous good
and joy
beyond capacity to feel.



“He is not here
for He is ris'n,
tell it to all men...
He is not here,
for He is ris'n
again!"


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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A Home for my Poems


I've got something to celebrate today! Poem no. 200 just went up on my poetry website, and I'm feeling pretty good about that.

The idea of going online with my stuff occurred to me a couple of years ago. Too much of the poetry I had written was sitting around in drawers and notebooks, taking up space and not getting used. Even the ones published in magazines and literary journals weren't that widely distributed. What's more, when people asked me for copies of poems they had read or heard before, I had to sort through various files, piles, or even my computer to come up with it. (Sometimes I never did find the one they wanted.)

With that in mind, I resolved to make some changes, though my husband was uncomfortable with the idea of putting intellectual property up there for anyone to see. He worried about plagiarism, but I decided to just copyright the website and hope for the best. Hey, if some high school kid is presenting my poetry as his own, that's his problem, right? Besides, my sister (an English teacher) tells me that when something suspicious shows up on a teacher's desk, that teacher is savvy enough these days to google a few lines and see what comes up!

But I digress. The first design was my own, but I soon replaced it with a more professional look that is still casual enough to suit me. Not knowing much about search engine optimization, I'm happy to say that the site, over time, has become one that enjoys a lot of visitors. I like knowing that a number of them are teachers and students, but the demographic profile of visitors is diverse. I am frequently asked for the use of a poem to grace a lesson, church talk, gift plaque, calligraphy project, or the like. I don't charge for the use of my poems unless that use is commercial. They are free (on the condition that copyright information is included, of course) for any non-commercial use.

It gives me pleasure to know that the poems are out there making a life for themselves instead of being cooped up here at home. If you haven't already, please visit sometime and let me know what you think...especially if you have any suggestions for improvement. I'm always up for a fresh perspective!

Happy 200th poem to susannoyesandersonpoems.com! (and its poet...heehee)

;)


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Sky Sundae

There are fluffy white clouds in the sky today.

One looks like the top of a chocolate sundae.

If a red balloon floated up there and went plop,

would it taste like whipped cream with a cherry on top?


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Monday, April 11, 2011

The Pure Love of Christ


Yesterday I taught a lesson for Relief Society on charity, and with Easter finally in sight, I wanted to share some of my thoughts with you.

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:12-13).

What a blessing it is to know that we can count ourselves among the Savior’s friends. And we are not alone. Every person who ever has or ever will live upon this earth can count the Savior as a friend. Thinking about that great truth, I couldn’t help asking myself how many can count me as friend. Am I equally available to all comers? Or does my charity have special rules and regulations attached to it? In short, how much of my charity is not charity at all but merely kind deeds, easily offered to the people I find enjoyable and/or deserving? Is my love and attention based upon my own need to give to the people I love, or is it focused on the needs of others (friends or strangers), who have need of me? These are interesting (perhaps unsettling) questions, but I think there is great benefit in asking them...eternal benefit, for us and for others.

It’s unlikely that we will be called upon to lay down our lives as Jesus did, but the opportunity is ours to lay down our hearts in loving and serving our brothers and sisters here on earth. Charity, the very essence of Christ, demands it.

We all know the story of the Good Samaritan. His path, unlike those of others in that scripture, was paved with charity.

“A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. And by chance there came down a certain priest that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side. But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him, And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him. And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee. Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves? And he said, He that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise” (Luke 10:30-37).

"Do thou likewise." This was the Lord’s counsel, and I want to increase my ability and willingness to act upon it. Every one of us can be Samaritans in other peoples’ lives, even (and especially) those with whom we have little in common...those who make us uncomfortable...those who are dirty and laying by the road.

What opportunities to be charitable have I missed recently? How can I and others become more like this Good Samaritan, who took no thought except to give help where help was needed? We can refuse to judge, resolve never to let fear stop us, and remind ourselves that schedules and other “things” are far less important than people. We can resist the temptation to rest on our laurels, telling ourselves “others will do it.” We can remind ourselves that the Savior did not pick and choose among potential recipients of His offerings.

I was inspired by an experience shared by a Japanese woman named Yuka on an inspirational website called helpothers.org. It occurred shortly after the earthquake and tsunami, when she and others had been waiting many hours for a train. She said, “I was waiting at the platform, so tired and exhausted. A homeless person came to us and gave us a cardboard to sit on. Even though we usually ignore them in our daily life, they were ready to serve us.”

This story went straight to my heart, because charity is harder to exercise when we’re in dire straits ourselves. It becomes all too easy to opt out, using our own suffering or deprivation as a ready and seemingly reasonable excuse. But remember the story of the widow’s mite? She gave when she had nothing, because she knew the secret: that the Lord will give back to us more than we could ever give. Perhaps it takes a humble heart to understand this concept...a heart like this homeless hero in Japan possessed.

Of course, charity is more than giving; it’s forgiving. I’ll always remember a woman whose son was killed in a car accident while she was away on vacation. Apparently, the boy in the driver’s seat that night had been reckless, speeding and showing off in front of his friends. As a result of his carelessness, her 17-year-old son was dead. Returning as quickly as a plane could take her, one of her first acts was to go to that boy’s home and take him in her arms. Naturally, he was devastated, and her words of forgiveness were like balm to his soul…and the souls of his grieving parents. As she left, she reminded him that he needed to enjoy his life to the very fullest now because he would be doing it for both of them (his friend and himself). She later learned that these words gave the young man a sense of purpose that helped bring him out of the depths of despair and depression that followed. He clung to the idea of living a good life for his friend. How many mothers would be so generous as to be there in those very first days, before that young man’s feelings of self-loathing could take hold and flourish? What a great example of charity she was and is.

Surely it is not ours to decide whether someone "really deserves" our charity or not. If we have taken care of our own family’s needs first, wouldn't the Lord have us help all the people placed by Him in our path? In this way, we will be more like our Father in Heaven, who causes rain to fall on the just and on the unjust alike.

“Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbor, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust. For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? do not even the publicans the same? And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others? do not even the publicans so? Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect” (Matthew 5:43-48).

True charity is soul deep. It is no respecter of persons. It is fueled by the Spirit of God in our hearts and minds. Charity sees the best and not the worst in people. It is color and class and circumstance blind. It views others as God views them and loves without reservation. Merely giving, in the absence of true empathy and compassion, is not charity.

I love the question President Eyring asked in a general conference talk recently: "Have we done any good in the world today? Have we helped anyone in need?" Charity isn’t a bother or a burden or a duty. It’s a formula for happiness…our own and others'. "What a prescription for contentment and inner peace it is to have inspired gratitude in another human being" (Eyring).

It occurs to me that charity should be marketed! After all, it’s the best anti-depressant ever. And it’s all free!! Maybe that’s why our prideful world doesn’t value it enough.

Charity, the pure love of Christ, brings us together. Self-centeredness leaves us alone. Will we walk the lonely path? Or will we come unto Christ and belong to and with Him? The choice, as always, is ours.


Charity is love, pure love...
a sacred gift from up above
that brightens every day we live,
empow’ring us to lift, forgive
and serve each other, come what may,
in Jesus Christ’s appointed way.

It enters hearts that open wide,
bidding the Savior’s light inside
to soothe and heal, to warm and bless
with goodness, peace, and happiness.
Feathered in hope and lofty things,
borne on the grace that giving brings…
charity is love, with wings.

I hope I can find the compassion to give my love wings...this Easter season and beyond.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Love Seasons


Saturday Centus has rolled around again, and Jenny's prompt is so poetic that I had to follow suit. My 100 words are added in rhyming form, as you can plainly see. The prompt, as always, is in red (twice to be precise)!

∞§∞


April showers bring May flowers
(nature goes to work)
May blooms bring June prom-night rooms
(parents go berserk)
June trysts through July persist
(summer’s underway)
July fun turns to August sun
(good times every day)
August fries, September dies
(love is on the wane)
September views October’s hues
(perhaps, ‘twas not in vain)
October gold, November cold
(red-orange passions dance)
November chills, December stills
(Noel is soft romance)
December lights, January blights
(cuddle close together)
January blows, February glows
(valentines trump weather)
February hearts inspire March arts
(spring begins to fling)
March buds claim the April rain
(bluebirds on the wing)
April showers bring May flowers
(love is everything)

∞§∞

Friday, April 8, 2011

Diagnosis: Idol Apathy


American Idol is strange for me this year because I don't have a favorite. The singers are good enough, but I haven't been voting because no personality or performance has reached out and grabbed me like Crystal Bowersox or Adam Lambert did in the past. I keep waiting for one of these contestants to draw me in, but so far it just hasn't happened.

Having said that, I do not think Pia should have been the one to go home last night. Her voice is pretty flawless, although her ability to engage and entertain the audience does need some work. Hopefully, she will get a chance to improve on that in the future.

Stefano has a good voice, but now that the judges have ordered him to keep his eyes open in order to connect with the audience, it's hard to watch him struggle through a song. He ends up with those eyes slitted half-shut, looking awkward and uncomfortable. Not a good thing, as it totally distracts me (and I suspect, him) from the singing. Just give in, dude...better closed eyes than squinty ones.

I'm not a big fan of Paul's either, whose tone is a little too squeaky, smile is a little too sleeky, and vibe is a little too cheeky for me. Besides, Rod Stewart has already filled that slot. As for Jacob, his pipes are definitely a cut above, but his onstage presence can be off-putting, and he occasionally goes way over the top in his vocal riffs. Thanks to the judges, Haley seems to be forcing that whole growl thing a bit; and James Durbin, though unarguably good, is no Adam Lambert. Lauren is cute and talented but hasn't quite come into her own yet, while likable Scotty seems to have his genre down pat. Casey (the judge's big save) is all over the place; he's done some things that were top notch and some things that almost made me cringe. He may have what it takes (jury's still out on that one) but still needs to overcome the performance anxiety or whatever it is that makes him try too hard at times. (I do think his last two performances have been more in keeping with his early, interesting ones.) By the way, is it just me or was his reaction kinda creepy the night the judges saved him?

Here's the thing. None of them are bad singers (quite the opposite). But none of them are wowing me, either. That's the funny part about American Idol this year. Pia was in my top three, yet my emotions are only marginally involved in her exit. I'm sorry about it; I don't agree with it, and it puzzles me. Yet, I'm not mad or even particularly disappointed. And feedback from friends and family tells me I'm not alone in this.

I can't help but wonder if the judges are partially responsible. While I do like their personalities, along with the kinder and gentler approach they use, there still needs to be some actual judging involved (ie. frank assessment and targeted criticism). Sometimes Lopez hits it dead-on, but those times are less frequent of late. For the most part, the judges' feedback is so generic and their approval so easily won that it becomes easy as an observer to just slide along with them into fan oblivion. Apathy reigns.

I've had fun with Idol in the past and am hoping my interest level kicks up a notch in the next few weeks. I'm definitely trying to get there. But I won't be holding my breath.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Zoorider

He's up!

He's down.

He's all around.

(Ridin' the magical merry-go-frown!)

my grandson has more facial expressions
than a merry-go-round has zoo animals

=)

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