Golden

House of Heart

Drawn to the pull of possibility

I am at war with resistance,

desperate allure of words becoming flesh,

the tender momentum of hands

on taut shoulders gently pressing

tangled boughs of willowy knots

under a black spell night

powerless to undo.

Your eyes are kindle for my own

igniting the perfect fire.

In the calm of dawn I am a periwinkle

at your pillow,  pale petals of desire

bending to what is golden.

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Last Bouquet of Autumn by M.E. Snelgrove

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This is a 7″ x 12″ oil on masonite by my mother, M.E. Snelgrove,  signed but not dated. I don’t remember when she did any of these paintings, probably before I was born. She didn’t title the painting but the colours look like autumn to me. It has an orange mat which brings out the colours in the painting. There is a slight glare from the flash that isn’t in the original. I wish I knew how to turn off the flash.

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Memoirs of a Hayseed Physicist by Peter Martel

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Part 38:
My First University:
The time to graduate had arrived and that year Goetz (the mover and shaker of our class) and I, were the only two candidates from geophysics. The week before we were to don our cap and gown, a recruiter from Mobil Oil showed up and we were informed that one of us might be hired to work with the mighty Mobil. Since my Engineering Physics thesis was right on topic I felt confident going into the interview. I was astounded to find out that I had not been selected. Dr. Blanchard said he couldn’t understand why I had not been chosen because I had the better marks. The choice was based upon our response to a certain question.

With permission of the author. This is an on going story one paragraph at a time beginning on the post of July 6th. We will get back…

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Night Duty Cops’ Video Goes Viral With Lip Sync Of Backstreet Boys ‘I Want It That Way’ — CBS Detroit

Samina's Forum for police support

The following video shows “the gentler side of law enforcement”. I hope my blogger friends will enjoy watching it. Samina.

DETROIT (WWJ) – The Port Huron Police Department in the limelight after three of their officers posted a video of them lip syncing to the popular Backstreet Boys song “I want it that way.” It started when Tri-Hospital EMS, who made a video, challenged the Port Huron Police Department to do the same. And when…

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Memoirs of a Hayseed Physicist by Peter Martel

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Part 37:
My First University:
My thesis in Engineering Physics was subsequently based on seismic methods that involved reflections from boundaries, where different layers meld into one another. All my practical work in the field taught me one rule, which I will elucidate. – interesting deposits may be present, these will always be found in the most tortuous terrain that is alien to whatever geophysical measurements the geology suggests. Let’s call this Martel’s rule.

With permission of the author. This is an on going story one paragraph at a time beginning on the post of July 6th. We will get back to our music and art after this little break.

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The notion of “work”

Extracting Value

It may sound very simple but this concept could have easily been corrupted in its connotation by it’s the people offering this ability to you.

When you had your first job you started working because “it is the right thing to do ” or you have to earn money to survive .The reason you didn’t put much value on it initially was because you were so much more connected with yourself than you may be now, meaning that chances are you have been depersonalized to a degree in order to fit in, or to survive. You used to have a boundary between yourself and work, there used to be a line. Does that line exist now or have you compromised yourself in this continuous chase? Have you forgotten that the only reason you work for is to build a better, more enjoyable life, to be more connected with your soul?

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Day 57 of 100 days of happiness.

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I was 18 years old in this picture.

Look at what I found. Wowzers, my parents gave me this camera as a gift on my birthday. I was so elated, I took it everywhere with me. There were no reviewing or do over, nor were there anything private because they had to be taken to a photo studio for cleaning. Can’t say I miss those things but there was something mysterious about each click. This rediscovery makes me smile as memories flood my mind.

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