The Reverberation: 1973

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Yesterday, I posted a salute to Former White House Counsel John W. Dean as a commendation for his ground – stood and held – in 1973, against participation in the Watergate affair.  As mentioned in Merriam-Webster’s, “Word of the Day” his word “calamity” on “Twitter” was trending, but their word that day was imprecate.  The humor was not lost, nor its subliminal illusion!   A new president is now seated in power, and the North American continent will see what reverberations will come to fruition.  The public tweets, as does the 45th president.  You can follow John Dean’s tweets @JohnWDean.

The air resonated that summer of 1973 with the rumbling undertones of impeachmentThe US military were on both sides of the Atlantic with those discussions.  While historical figures, such as John Dean, were in the camera’s public eye, as part of the White House’s foists, the stone had already been cast into the pond of ordinary lives, and waves were already rippling outward.

I had just turned 18 that summer, when “Uncle Phil”, our host, got the call one Sunday, late in July of 1973, to head into London immediately.  He was my high school friend’s cousin; and for some reason he felt ill-equipped in the art of babysitting two teenagers; however, he was in fact a phenomenal, and gracious host, along with his Dad, “Uncle Stan”.  He was a well-ranked officer with Her Royal Majesty’s fleet in Portsmouth, and dedicated to his career.  My friend and I had spent a couple of weeks in the hospitality of these two admirable Anglo-Saxons, with day excursions out to New Forest, Hampshire, and London.  But.. on this day we were gathered and placed in the car for the ride to London’s Thames and Putney’s neighbourhood.

I don’t recall now if we had planned to visit London that day, but the unexpected call had become the foible in the plans.  Orders were called out, and we were suddenly bundled into the car for London.  The car was ushered through the military gatehouse and into the compound, with minimal questioning.  Uncle Phil was not questioned about the two teenage kids in tow.  The day’s journey changed slightly, when we were handed off to a spritely young American officer, not much older than ourselves.  A young dapper, and energetic American soldier was bestowed and ordered to babysit (us) the teenage girls.. I don’t recall seeing his style cramped with us as his new charges!  We were two young Canadian kids, the Americans were already there, and the Brits were hosting the affair!  Uncle Phil moved quickly into a designated area of the grounds for his sudden meeting, and we were guided and moved along to a more social outdoor lawn and gathering, as entourages.

The conversation flowed, as he was gifted at entertaining his audience…which were now junior officers, and a small presence of civilians.. but we were all in an inner circle..!!  He quipped,“I think by the time I get home this weekend, I may have a new boss.” At the time it went over our heads!!  He was cajoled by a young British officer, in a tete-a-tete of military foibles, but held his ground well against the light and verbal taunting.  The British officer, upon realizing that the bantering wasn’t gaining any ground, finally  turned sharply on his heel and gibed,“Don’t forget, we sent our unwanted to rule your kind!”  Our American officer just shrugged his shoulders at us, and said something to the effect that maybe he didn’t like being outgunned by a Yankee, per se!!  The meeting went “well”, and we were on our way again within a few hours.  Funny what you remember, and put into your chest of ponderings!

Such are the ripples of these times .. and affairs!

As one, who believes in reincarnation, I am enchanted with the idea.. the notion.. and abstract.. of a return visit by one spoiled brat and once King Henry VIII, who brought down the monopoly of Catholicism, with the aide of a highly organized statesman, named Thomas Cromwell.  Will we see a repeat in history, only with a subject line: as capitalism?

Cromwell was a level-headed and logical thinker, with a background in the legal world, not papacy.  Was he placating his master, or feeding an obsession?  He may have been a prodigy, mesmerized by the world of organized constitutional legislation… and as such, one who was obsessed to feed his habit!  He pumped the likes of legislation through Parliament, that was not equated again until the 20th Century.  He was a logical, methodical, and unemotional in his execution as Secretary and Advisor.  He held an acute perception of the times he lived in, as well as a steadfast and uncanny ability to focus on the task at hand.  He may have been a loyal statesman, who believed the rumination of his King, along with the ideologies, the dogma, and desire to erode the power-base held in Rome.  It is debated that he may have agreed with King Henry, and therefore shared in ambitions to embrace Henry’s goals. He became Henry’s right-hand man, and this placed him in history’s continuum to unleash his skills, toward a constitutional change.. something desired by “boss and crown”.  The debate as to where his heart really lay, still goes on.. in History 201!

Has Trump found his “Cromwell”?  I wish to submit this thought to you as another card.. do we have Henry VIII on the power-seat again, and does he have his “Cromwell”?

George Orwell’s 1984″ is hitting the great reads list again..  In 1948-1950, Winston Smith’s job was to “fabricate fact” and create “alternative facts”. The book ends in the loss of the hope of/from the proletarians.. with the slippery slope downward ..  to brainwashed, robotized citizens.. with “Winston Smith awaiting his bullet in the back by big brother”.  The “two-minute” hate show is still alive today .. with the likes of “lock her up”, “down with big brother”.. in pursuit of a better life for all of us  ..“populous politics funnels hatred”.. comments shared today by academics Jean Seaton and John Sutherland with Eleanor Wachtel. England, America, Canada.. we are still engaged in this debate.. psychic residue and tapings for future readers to participate in..within our continuum!  As I recall, the French Revolution got its kick start with women in the streets, asking for bread to feed their children and families; and they were inspired to protest under inflation rates, not as great as ones experienced in the 20th century at times. 

playford-rise-in-sway-hants-001-032  Then, a young adult, watching the issues of our times!

As the camera – with all of today’s technology, tools, software and programs, and networks – becomes utilized, there will be too many clicks escaping the action of suppression, elimination, etc… But there will be open margins for connection, for social networking, for merging, etc.  Just ask our First Nation people about their experience with immigration and crowd control, when it came to the throng of 1000’s at the shoreline!

As one who was in front of my grandfather’s camera as a baby on up, it was the natural tool to pick up as I grew; and once embarked on my own path of art studies, it was a natural enigma to work with..  Photography – for me –  when combined with a love of history, engages my mind, and the want to move the body to be in the places where one can learn more.. This life has already dropped me into coincidences.. and issues of our time!  Click away my fellow populous – they can’t be everywhere.. for mentoring skills please consult our First Nations, and this time place/pay a decent honorarium their way!

In solidarity to..

a:ho!

Love to all who stand their ground.. to my fellow acorns..and to those who wish to stand <3.. for we are there with you!

say a “Word”..or two

Calamity

Trending today..  your vocal composition, as defined by Merriam-Webster, and their “Word of the Day”.  Their word today is “imprecate”.. not lost in its humor of timing; but let’s get back to calamity!

 

  • 1 :  a state of deep distress or misery caused by major misfortune or loss

  • 2 :  a disastrous event marked by great loss and lasting distress and suffering “calamities of nature”,an economic calamity”.

  • pluralized = calamities

    …here is an example of this word, in exercise.  I’d like to “share” John Dean’s ponderings!  Hats off & curtsies to you Mr. Dean – well said!!  You can follow John Dean’s tweets.. @JohnWDean

    Calamity spiked in lookups on January 31, 2017, after former White House Counsel to President Nixon John Dean used the word in a tweet criticizing President Donald Trump:

    Dean was fired by President Nixon in 1973 because he refused to participate in a cover-up of the Watergate break-in, and Dean’s subsequent testimony to a Senate committee led to Nixon’s resignation.

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    Photo: White House Photo by Oliver F. Atkins, 7 March 1973

    John Dean served as White House Counsel for President Richard Nixon during the Watergate scandal

    Calamity means “an event that causes great harm and suffering” and is synonymous with disaster. It came to English from French in the 15th century, and goes back to the Latin word calamitas, meaning “damage” or “disaster.”

     

 

Sensibilia – Right-fitting Your Heart’s Notion of Growth

Sunrise on the St. Lawrence &amp; Gananoque Rivers on Victoria Weekend 2016

Two summers ago, this is what I was coming home to…

It was a year of changes in the communication industry, whereby cut-throat decisions were placating the frenzy of bean-counters wanting to feed the greed of stakeholders, who desired more bang for their buck… too many times at the cost of chopping more off the “quality of life” for the working poor.

My department moved hemispheres.  We remained employed – that was a relief – but we started back at the bottom of another department; that… despite the tenure and hard work, already invested in creating problem-solving formulas for industry-first transitions.  Fourteen years ago the FCC raised the anti on what people could do with “their” pride and joy – their phone number.  But whose “pride and joy” was it really!?  You used your number as a source-point of contact and for communication.  For some this was an identity icon that had embedded its sequence of digits as part of your art form, or part of a mnemonic code spelling out your short messages.  Ownership, despite who paid the bill, was still in the industrial hand of the service providers, not the consumer!  It was a revelation to many that this “icon” was not really theirs to hold on to.. not theirs to retain.. if the industry so chose to change any rule, within those espoused by the FCC.  It was indeed a conscious-raising of what.. in the everyday chest of toys..  truly was in the consumer’s control.

My writing skills were my written assets, as an individual.  My schedule was about to do a 140.  I was about to join the ranks of the night-life.  I decided that there had to be something in it for me… what you see is what I decided to do… I am a night-hawk, but not an all-niter!  Sunrises were not in my repertoire.. more-so it was the sunsets!  But coming home at 5:00 am in the morning was putting me in the right moment and place to take the shots, and to watch Amerin dawn her colors for the breaching of another day.. and all in the calmness and on the waters of the Saint Lawrence River.. the 26th largest river in the world!

This became my focus.. my paradigm shift to extricate an element of fine art into my other-wise high-jacked schedule.  How to make the best of what was given, and placed upon the plate that summer!  These  still are the most vivid morning sunrises I have had the pleasure of being witness to.. conscious of..  all during the waxing and waning of the Summer Solstice.

It is a disappointment that humans are factoring less in importance, when slicing off another operational cost, but one has to figure out whether.. you demean and let your presence in your own life’s value fall below that of your own autonomous value, or whether.. you gather energy and courage to stuff that plate with more of the food-types that you find invigorating.  It is easier said than it is to piggy-back your interests off a paid gig that may one day eliminate the human component from its equation completely… but it is better to ride that pig into a better pasture of sensibilia, and genuine presence.  After all what you do and represent as your own iconic definition.. is what makes you tick.. and what makes you…YOU!!

Colloquialisms – “What’s in your Geo-pocket?”

So, what’s in your neighbourhood? ..your Geo-pocket?

Global migration, emigration, sabbatical leaves, PTO experiences, (and lately Airbnb experiences)…bring all sorts of people to us; who bring all sorts of colloquialisms in their pockets to enrich the space we play in and inhabit.

“You’re so tight you couldn’t rub the beaver off a nickel!!”…One of my colleagues stuffed this one in her pocket, as she hiked on out of Alberta, although I suspect it didn’t originate there, but rather that it is uniquely one of hers!  An expression of frustration, I gather, that addresses the concerns of our material world?!. or, perhaps more accurately, the inequality that is riddled and mired in it?!  I’ll get back to you on this one, as I wish to hear her elaborations… because who knows with ;D;D… it could absolutely “hoof off” in another direction!!  “Hoof off” is one of mine, but this is simply what happens when two quirky gals get together, and share their stories about some of the unusual paths they’ve taken on this latest ride Language collides, crashes into one another.. redefines, reevaluates,  rediscovers itself…reincarnates… all in the aura/arena of laughter, one of our greatest medicines, I believe!  Of late, I have become fascinated again with language, and how we incorporate and relate.

As Colorado’s OneRepublic (“Native”) says, “I was looking for an angel to chase the devil out of mine.” ..or as my aMuse tells me.. to chase around the devil that’s in mine!! “He was a million miles from a million dollars; but you could never spend his wealth..”  I think it speaks about our spiritual wealth; something not synonymous with our piggy banks; something that we can take with us beyond the grave.. for those inclined!  I found their work very recently, and really like the naughty-nice duality that they intertwine in their lyrics.. never mind the drop dead gorgeous rhythm, acoustics, video accoutrements, etc., that physically play with your sensibilia.

Global migration, emigration, sabbatical leaves, PTO experiences… these are the norm in today’s world of travel, and you don’t need to be an augur of Ancient Rome to find an experience that right-fits with your heart’s notion of growth, be it spiritual growth, or whatever rocks your socks, as needed or as desired.  You don’t need to belong to elite or privileged classes to pack your bags, and drop all that is in your gear, to expand this ride’s experience!  Go play in someone else’s Geo-pocket, and take your colloquialisms with you to share with those you find there.. don’t forget to ask them how they see and view their language, so that you can go colliding together!!

“Let’s play a game, where all the lives we’re in can change…” because..“..all that really matters is we’re doing it right now…”  By the way, a big thank you to OneRepublic for writing about that which amuses your minds, and then sending/singing it out into the world for the rest of us to merge with.. you’ve got quite the knack!!

To all our relations (then and now..here and there),

Are U6T+?

[Put on Bon Jovi’s, “It’s My Life”, while reading this.. add some audio sense to the sight-line of this musing!!] Dedicated to those who stand their ground..

We.. may be a game-changer to the generations that follow us – we will not be sliding downhill in polyester, unless its components provide an upgrade to thermal outer-wear.. or we are in a test market for the latest and thinnest water-resistant, rain-resistant, wind-resistant clothing to keep up with those minimalists, who travel.. ever so lightly!! Dupont is a company that creates, develops, and markets new synthetics to a global market.  They are just down the road, and on the shores of Lake Ontario, just beyond the source of the St. Lawrence River.  I mention them, in passing, because they were synonymous with “polyester” in my youth.. you’re not going to stick that “stuff” on me when I get older!!?! polyester, or blue hair dye?..

We are the baby-boomers.. we are the weight of the world’s demographic activists, mold-breakers, outliers (although they have been around since the dawn of humanoid activity..really!!!), mavens, and musicians with a synthetic engineering edge.. we dance on a dime to different tunes.. we are registered on different broadbands.. and I hope we will be the ones to push the next biggest thing since the Internet… and that is the beginning of a “merging”…!

Let me tell you what that word means to me…

Merging thought and activity with our own humanoid-kind..

Merging our kind with all that live on Mother Earth, Amerin..

Merging our kind with “Home”, and its elements… and not being afraid to accept that we are not the dominant species “here” or at Home.. that’s a big one.. because the “fear” element, and its control elements..are really getting in the way of human progress!

Recognizing that we, as a species, have a collective memory,  which we share with each other, both to retrieve memories… and to converse with others in our present; to move along our development, and our evolution.  I’m not a specialist, but I am sure there are those who tinker with this stuff in a formal setting… as the military certainly do .. they call it “remote viewing”.. move the mind outside the body to a trajectory, or a longitude/latitude, to view the current movement in its quadrant..then get back to the body’s base-camp with the mind’s report!!

..Merge.. collective memory with our physical thoughts, our physical emotions.. in order to communicate/converse with each other as one unit.. scary to some, I am sure!!  Put the legacy of “The Law of Oneness” back on the table.. in these merging times of regrowth: of nationalism, objectifying others, and a lack of distribution of (human)wealth.  For those who are comfortable communing with spirit, and “Home” base, we could be merging the higher order of knowledge, communication, and developing non-linear evolution… where might that take us?! Baby-boomers are just the crew to take on this adventure, this experiment.. don’t ya think!?

After all, we are the next to leave the planet; why not set up some communication projects to circumvent that post-expiration date!  We are a part of the continuum, part of earth’s collective legacy…

..And as we are beginning to leave the planet now ..as it were.. what are we leaving behind for our future generations?! .for those who will take over the reins?!..what are we leaving behind for our minimalists?!  For millennia, our First Nations have referred to critical thinking, action, and strategy as crucial to leaving behind the best wellness for the next 7 generations.. that 100% consensus-building has not yet hit a trajectory mark in our Euro-centrist dogma.  They too..by the way.. are leaving!

As an added tidbit.. to those of us, who are registered as multiple births, we have long since had our own 3D language…  at some point.. at the beginning of our lives, we realized these singlets around us didn’t and still don’t have the same language!!  No fuss!  Take it with a wry smile!!..make ’em wonder what you’re smiling about…  After all, it is the journey that is the ride!

….As Bon Jovi says..it’s my life.. it’s now or never; and I’m not going to live forever..   My heart is like an open highway. Like Frankie said I did it my way.  I just wanna live while I’m alive.. it’s my life.

An old Ohio Buckeye living in Leesburg VA

This old Ohio guy is currently living in Virginia.. it didn’t walk there on its own legs..don’t think it was on vacation, or getting lost on a crossroad somewhere.. perhaps it was careening inside someone’s pocket… just waiting for a pit-stop, seed-stop, etc.

It isn’t just standing around either.. it is a bulletin board of sorts for humanoids in the area..that key was well embedded.. all work and no play make Jack a very dull boy!  Gotta love the human  spirit!  I throw this gauntlet to you my friend.. Luv and light on your journeys ❤

Fog or Fire

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This was taken last summer 2015 on the July 1-4 weekend.  The irony is that there was a fire at Leanhaven Farm years ago, and it did look similar, but not as widespread. The fog was beautiful that day and the temperature was crisp!