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Humans have not yet…
“A scientific observer is unequipped to be neutral unless he studies brain evolution in the human species and the brain evolution of other species. Until an observer has learned the structure of his own central nervous system and how it operates, where it came from, and compares it to that of other species, he cannot adequately understand his relative position on the planet Earth.” “As we show in more detail elsewhere in this book, the Cetacea have demonstrated a capacity to survive far longer than we have on this planet. Insofar as can be determined by paleontological evidence, the cetaceans have had large brains equal to and larger than ours…
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A Can of Tuna
She looks at the can of tuna that she can’t bring herself to eat. “Why?” she asks herself inwardly. It’s incredibly good to eat, this. The omega 3’s alone are a huge component missing from much of the food we all eat. It comes in high levels with this powerful food. It is the same for seaweed used for skin cleansing, tightening and for food and yet our pollution still finds it. It has changed everything. For so long, we didn’t even know what a terrible thing mercury was or that it causes cancer in humans. Now that we know, we avoid it in thermometers. Thanks to the digital age,…
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How Many Notice
The boy sitting ever so still, Not small, but not full grown. Black rimless cap immaculate and new Black are his pants, shoes, jacket about the waist. Crisp white shirt. Not going to school this day. Head down, face not seen. Clutching a bouquet of yellow daisies, Sitting among orange, red, yellow leaves Still on trees in clumps in a peak of brilliant color. Does he mourn? No movement. Not a soul outside with him And yet there is movement. Traffic still drives down the road. Do they see him? How many notice? How many stop to say a prayer with him? She did. It will be okay. It doesn’t…
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Dare To Turn The Page
The crackle and spit are enough to wake anyone from sleep, let alone someone who has been through this devastation before. He wakes with a start and looks about the room. It is still dark though the beginnings for daylight are underway. He must have slept late. The ribbons of grey arrive to his nose long before his eyes spot them. It is what he feared. The smoke announces above the shouting voices that there is yet another fire. What works of art will be in this one? He walks to the window to see. Stacks and stacks of paintings, artwork, books and rolled up paper are stoked in the…
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A Little Talk with Nature
The green canopy seemed to have only one small entrance in. Leaves of all colors of green shapes and sizes hang about the area on the edge of the parking lot. The arched doorway beckons on to arrive in this forest that sits in the midst of much city pavement. The birds, chipmunks, and squirrels all announce their discontent at a new human visitor. Steps forward reveal the robins digging in the middle of the carefully blazed trail for yet another worm as the one that resides in his beak is not enough for his family’s meal. The birds fly off but not far, lighting on branches to see if…
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Green and Cold
“How was it?” He asks pulling her in for an embrace that envelops her. “Green and cold,” she responds without a pause, “And amazing!” “Do tell,” he encourages as they sit across from each other at the little breakfast table. Outside the bay window announces the state of pink on the azalea bushes, the dogwoods wave their white blooms contributing to his welcome home greeting. “That place is so stark. There is nothing but green grass and stone all the way up the road. The skies are so gray that all the different shades of green become brilliant without the slightest amount of light. Church steeple after steeple, sheep grazing…
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write it all down you say
write it all down you say keep your head up check your posture close your eyes and listen let the words show up on the paper let the thoughts and feelings that plague your day show up in art form is it art? many say it is that, i believe do you think that thoughts could be art? what would Van Gogh say? what would Michelangelo have to add? would you be intimidated to be in such company>I would place yourself in a new place enjoy and observe the things around you rejoice when the pain is less keep moving when the pain is more love the people around you…
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Confusion
Confusion Bewilder Be Wild! Be in the wilderness Be in the forest Be with the trees Be with that which is not known. ~Regina Holt
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Rosemary
She yanks the beige flowered towel, Down from the rack it tumbles to the floor. Scowling, she vows to place it, Within the closet, deep. Washing sweet soil covered hands, Reaching for a safe towel, She considers the finished act, Honor for him, gone now. Rosemary small with potential for Robust growth of herbie memories, Gently placed in the soil To remember when synapses fail. Water, sun, soil, love; Rebirth; new form. ~Regina Holt
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Field Day
In her purple Field Day shirt and white tennis shoes, Her hair pulled up in a pony tail, From a hurried morning ready, She stands there with anger in her face. “How dare you just sit there?!” She continues on to explain, “I don’t care if you think it was my fault, I know it was yours.” “Why would you not do it?” “I was counting on you!” “We have nothing now, It’s your fault, not mine.” With crossed arms, she stares it down, Indignant, wanting an answer. There is no answer, Only oblivious kids of her class, Waiting their turn with different reason, They wish to climb on it.…
