Boundaries Challenge

How is it that we can direct ourselves to have boundaries?  How is that we can present and yet remain independent?

A golfer is bound by rules that determine how he drives the ball.  If a golf ball falls outside of play, a penalty is incurred.  I would attest there are boundaries in the real world which stop you in your tracks.

July 19, 2017

Boundaries contain, and keep you in the entirety of the whole amid which you are active.  Boundaries, I think today, are generally inflexible enough that your position remains in one spot, from which you are not to tread much further.  There is an art to subtly crossing them, and if you do persist in your advancement, you must continually drive back the idea that you are right about it, and that there has been no transgression.

Every individual is surely subject to boundaries.  We strive to maintain the largest boundaries which feel are ours, and we exercise caution when straying into new or otherwise unknown boundaries.  Each step we take is contained by boundaries, some of which exist solely in the mind of the one in motion, some of which are tangible outside that which the individual perceives.  It must be hoped it is evident you are undertaking the challenge of crossing them.

It is a grid, I think, that keeps us feeling “safe.”  Often, we are a part of a structure that is tacitly organized.  There are enough of us interested in remaining in place that we are evading the more turbulent sorts of disorder.

We count on others to remain regulated and to be interested in being regulated.  The grid is laden on us so that we have fewer problems by which we manage ourselves.  These grid phenomena are common to us.

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We feel we thrive if we see life in similar terms to what I am discussing as an advantage.  We enjoy ourselves best if we are cooperative with one another to keep us in check.  We know that if we tire of our environment, we are permitted to move on.

However, the most we readily accomplish is that we trade our circumstances, which keep us staying put, for similar though fresher digs.  Wherever are, we most often choose to remain inside the unit amid which we are already prospering, because we respect the place we’ve reached.  We enjoy what we have because there are so many chances to improve it.

It is here that we grow.  Boundaries can be creative.  Often, boundaries attain cohesion because so many people evince similar behavior.

More often than not, common characteristics among people mean we participate in similar activities at the same time and in the same way.  We check our boundaries, and we exercise them.

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On the corner in the place I inhabit

When you’re growing up in a small town
You say no one famous ever came from here
small town, Songs for Drella, Lou Reed & John Cale

Today’s WordPress daily prompt is the word inhabit and this week’s photo challenge is an essay on the corner. I wanted to say something on my blog before too much time had passed so I looked to see what the daily prompt was saying today and I went out and took a couple of photos to participate in the weekly photography challenge again. I am beginning to understand that for my blog to have the faintest chance of being readable I have to dispense with the grade school rules of writing and begin to think more about how a blogger need think and how a blogger need write, and I’ve been on WordPress five years now and I know it doesn’t really amount to much.

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Friday, August 25

It doesn’t mean I’m frustrated or full of self-doubt or anything like that. I’ve become convinced that there are new rules for writing on the Internet, and what need be done in the fashion of blogging, you can see plain as day from the words in front of you how a style of blogging best resemble. Similar to how it is now.

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Friday, August 25

What should be said? Perhaps as little as possible. Perhaps a little more, though, because why shouldn’t your life include a blog?

It’s near-essential. I don’t like much about the place I inhabit, I admit, but I grew up in this and I remain, despite the diminishing odds for success and the relative poverty and narrowness of opportunity I shoulder. I have family here and other supports and resources and it is a comfortable life, just not a daring one (you can find the website for our family-operated not-for-profit here).

Does it depress you thinking of something like what it is to be from somewhere that is mostly unknown? Don’t let it. For every withered self-help tome that exhorts the benefits of change and proffers a philosophy of optimism, don’t overlook the relative advantages of leading a comfortable life.

You should work hard and you should be kind, but never let the gloom in the streets extinguish the fire of passion you feel or clamp down on your enthusiasm or ruin your day in the least. Everything is as it should be, I whisper.

The times are exciting and even with only relatively scarce resources you can try this, and you can chase your dreams if they’re gathered in your arms or you can at least make out that you are having a good time. Living well is the best revenge, it’s said, and I would encourage you, if I really knew you, to put that into practice and to have a bit of fun what with everything you’re required to do and what you think you can do, to make your life better for yourself, and to experience a comparable level of satisfaction with your living in light of what you profoundly wish and desire.

That being said, I thank you, for reading this and for taking an interest of any kind in WordPress. If you relate to what I’ve said here, feel free to “like,” comment, and/or follow if it suits you. Good luck!

Jenna Marbles for President

Shield Your Eyes and Dissolve the Most Troubling Condition that Plagues You

I was very humbled last night by a comment on the post I wrote and published yesterday, found at pity-for-loss-and-unfulfilled-expectations/

You see, I was speculating that were I to choose a favorite poet of the past, I would choose Percy Bysshe Shelley for his brilliant repute. It was kindly explained to me many things about the death of the renowned poet with which I was barely acquainted. It is possible I should be apologetic for saying so much about the lettered man of two hundred years ago. You can find a recent post by William Pierce who provided assistance to me at https://walkwithgod.blog/2017/07/23/pray-to-be-one/ William blogs regularly, publishing passages of text from The Bible along with his devotional poems and with prayer. I am grateful for this emotional support of my efforts and am considering repenting more often such that the work I do is not in vain.
Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt is the word Trance. As you must know, the Solar Eclipse on August 21, 2017, which is I understand is visible across North America, must be treated as the dangerous phenomenon it is but also recognized as an important occasion that will mark the days for a long time to come. I think of trance as something in Black Magic that brings the dead back from the grave or as a hypnotic state induced in order to remember the distant past or to cope with a problem that troubles one’s self-conscious. For the most part, though, the thing that occurs to me the most is the underground trance music of clubbers that I think was characteristic of dance music in the 1990s. I don’t mean the radio-friendly pop music, I mean the beats and the electronica, like Orb or other people doing music like that. I probably know as much about it as I do about Shelley, but those ideas are what the word suggests to me. Naturally enough, I am sure there will be many entering a trance state at some point today and tomorrow, as the solar eclipse is widely held to be an important twenty-first-century event. However the state of mind that is trance is accessed, if you see this it may be of benefit to you to reflect on events which happened on and about the time of the 2017 Solar Eclipse.  Planets Mercury Mars Venus and Earth blank

It is a difficult decision whether to blog, but I am in favor of it as I feel it is a regular part life and has been years now, and I am going with this blog post, as it doesn’t have a very large readership and it is unlikely to be scrutinized too closely. I do recognize, especially with the help of William Pierce, who has been gracious enough to respond to several of my blog posts in the past, and who seems positively in favor of gentle guidance onto the path of The Lord. It may ultimately be the path I tread, as I feel there is much comfort to be had in the arms of Jesus Christ, and with all of the rewards that accompany a life in Christ.files

If you are okay with this post, click like, follow, and/or subscribe. I’ll see you soon. Good luck to you, and don’t forget too soon what has come August 21, 2017. It’s the Dark Side of the Moon. I believe you are owed the freedom that accompanies the decision to recognize 2017’s Solar Eclipse. Change can happen and is real.

Pity for Loss and Unfulfilled Expectations

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A search result for the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley gave me this quote.  

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt is the word Recite and it is a daunting cue but not impossible. The prompt invites bloggers to reason and interpret the idea of a recital.  Each WordPress Daily Prompt is a word planned to help bloggers who are experiencing block to think of something to write for his or her blog and to publish it accordingly.  This is naturally risky in that the blogger can seem foolish, but the appearance of stupidity must be risked if you want an audience with your blog.  For today’s blog, I just want to run over for you that it would be common to recite a poem, of course, and if I had to mention a poet from a past era I would consider Shelley.

 

How is it that pleasure in sorrow can be sweet?  How can sorrow provide any pleasure, if it is a condition of suffering?  I think of these two questions when I contemplate what Shelley is attributed to have said.

 

Sorrow occurs when there is an overwhelming loss in the life of an individual.  This can devastate you.  It can unravel you from within as though you were a wool effigy mounted on the hearth or in the vestibule.  It is not a state of pleasure, almost definitely, and yet Shelley possibly felt that it was or it could be and I take it the poet experienced that kind of pleasure as being of the highest order.

 

How is it that we can be anything else than embittered by the peril of sorrow and suffering?  How is it possible that we can encounter pleasure of all things while amid the turmoil of the condition of sorrow?  What is there to be had from entering into a state of sorrow with the expectation that the desired outcome should be a pleasure?  Why did a search for Shelley return that quote?

 

Grade 12 History class taught me that the themes of the day’s poetry reflect the current in the people, that how poetry is composed and enjoyed mirrors the times.  The search says Shelley was an Englishman who died in 1822 when I think agriculture was a key institution in the lives of many people alive in the early nineteenth century.  Shelley, I infer therefore was an intellectual, but by explaining the coexistence of suffering and pleasure was he reflecting on change in favor of the organization and leadership of farmland?  I have no idea.  Is it by emerging from Renaissance times into widespread labor and cohesiveness between rivals into a state of good and productivity we would have pleasure in the face of the requirement to, frankly, work?  My history is poor.  It was never my strong suit, but I got by.

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Don’t tell me what I’ll find if there are depths of sorrow ahead.  It’s a depressing thought, and I don’t blame you if you aren’t ready to “like” this.  You’re free to, however, to “like” this post if you see fit, and even to comment and/or to “follow.”  I hope you’re all right, and I know that unhappiness is challenging if you are feeling low.  Unexpected avenues of pleasure become evident sometimes, and while I urge you to steer clear of sorrow, you are welcome to every drop of pleasure you can extract.  Good luck.

Unofficial Church Army

This week’s WordPress photo challenge is, oddly enough, about your personal moments of distraction when you are about practicing your self-discipline (i.e., when you are working).  I help a little with operations at a small cemetery in Ontario, in the city where I live.  We care for the grounds, etc. (you can find us on the Internet here).  However, to be totally honest, but it could be therapeutic, I am completely distractible by my own thoughts, which typically drift to my activities on the Internet, not so much Internet dating or the like, but being active on the Internet, and, more often, accessing music on the Internet.

 

It distracts me to no end and I begin to wish for it.

 

It is a terrible practice when I am expected to be solemn.  I regret this and try to conceal it.

 

However, for example… there is a church in front of the cemetery which disbanded in 2006 (you can find Louth United on Facebook here).  One of the thing that preoccupies is music by a band that was classic in the 1980s, The Church (see the similarity?  There’s a church.  I think about the song Under the Milky Way).  Even my mother has encouraged me to stop that.  However, I feel I am nearly part of what’s known as Church Army.  In fact, the other day I saw the band’s tweet announcing their North America tour of 2017.  Even though there is only one stop in Canada, and it is far west, in Vancouver, I thought I would put this in place because if you are in the United States, in a major center, here is when The Church is back in your town.

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2017 NORTH AMERICAN TOUR

I’ve thought about the possibility that I am doing a disservice to the religious, by speaking of The Church, who clearly utilize ideas about space and time in their music, which is somewhat heretical in the sense that ideas of that kind typically preclude a normal interest in God.  It really isn’t like that.  Steve Kilbey, who sings Under the Milky Way, knows quite a bit about Christian history, as I’ve observed in the blogging he’s done on his website The Time Being.  Other than that, he’s a major recording artist who has a classic song of the 1980s and he’s thoroughly cool.  I have that interest in him that I can’t shake, and it’s been years (feels like my whole life) that I’ve been feeling happy when I remember to play songs by his band The Church.  I realize that this is a far cry from what’s hip in my stretch of the sea, but I am consistently wowed by all the intellect, talent, and creativity that goes into Kilbey’s music, with and without The Church.  For example, Starfish from 1988, which includes Under the Milky Way, is full of great music that betrays that it’s a staple of the 1980s, but also a little more removed from stylistic touches that dominate most music of its day.  There was tons of tacky music in the 1980s.

 

Take a look at the tour poster for The Church in 2017 in North America.  You can find The Church on Twitter here.  If you are interested in any of this, feel free to ‘like,” “follow,” and/or “comment.”  Thank you for visiting and good luck this autumn.

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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Autumn Leaves, Favourite Memories, and Water Balloons

I have a nephew who this fall is beginning his university education at Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario, Canada.  I took classes at Queen’s University in 1996 and 1997.  We were reflecting this afternoon on Mack’s decision to move to Kingston for the university, me along with my parents, and with my brother’s wife, my nephew’s mother.

 

These days I have an occasional interest in photography and I take photos at the cemetery where I help tend the grounds.  You can find the website for our cemetery here.  It can be a quiet spectacle.  If I stand in the right spot, I can see the lay of the land, the stones jutting out of the ground beneath the colorful treetops.  When the Fall is here, though, we won’t have much time, because as the temperature drops we spend less and less time taking care of the outdoors, and we move inside the church on the property.

 

Louth United Church (disbanded 2006)
October 9, 2013

When I was a Queen’s University Freshman in the Fall of 1996, the students were told to represent their divisions, whether it was Arts & Science, where I was allotted, or Commerce, or Fine Arts, and so on.  One September day during Frosh Week the students were given balloons.  The balloons got to be filled with water, and soon we were in a game of water balloons, instructed to take on our rivals with a sneak attack, and threw water balloon after water balloon onto the other team.

 

While it wasn’t businesslike, it didn’t strike me as strange after the days of parading and getting to know the campus of the school.  What was a bit nonsensical, and I know I’m honestly a bit nonsensical myself, is that after the water balloon launch, my team were sat down in a lecture hall and admonished for doing such a lowly thing!  A girl, more experienced, took the podium and told us how far we’d sunk for interfering with the flow of the Frosh Week.  Novice though I was, I was astonished at the lesson we were being given.

 

My pride was injured.  I felt the sting of rebuke as I sat and heard the bad of what we had done.  As we took off after the lecture, most of us probably indifferent to the foolishness that had come down on us, I personally was a little more stiff with anger, and also on a path to greater rebelliousness.  It didn’t seem like irony to me that we had played this prank, and been caught.  It had been part of the fun, and it was wrongful.

 

I don’t reflect on this much, although I think now it was a lesson in doing the right thing and in showing respect.  Perhaps it wasn’t; I should have asked if the girl who handed down to us the words of shame was taking advantage of an opportunity, and what was behind her stern talk.  Nowadays, I snap photos and write and blog and participate in social media.  I’ve mostly forgotten about what happened with me and the other Arts & Science Frosh and the water balloons.

 

Maple Lawn Cemetery
October 9, 2013

The leaves at the cemetery change color, of course, and it is a passing joy to capture the image.  Even without a photographic record, it is a calming presence at the cemetery as the green disappears.  The days cool off slowly, and we take our time keeping the grounds in order.  Fall is a lovely season and a favorite time of year for me.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Like Sunshine the Future is Welcome

WordPress provides a series of supportive prompts, including Daily Prompts which these days are typically one word, designed to get participating bloggers writing about similar themes at the same time (often unbeknownst to one another).  I check the Daily Prompt when I think of writing a blog post, and today’s prompt is the word, “glaring,” which interests me because I immediately think of what is glaring that is obvious.  I relate the word glaring to the phrase glaringly obvious.  The prompt is here:  glaring

 

I think some about video, which is an extraordinary innovation in 2017, and which is provided for consumers at many levels, both amateur and professional (and in between).  The word video, as I understand it, typically refers to video content, which is videos that are assembled in relative entirety, or in sequential formats, possibly to inform, and often to entertain.  For example, the king of social media, Facebook, is debuting today original video inside the “Watch” tab on your Facebook account.  I presume this debut is coming across the U.S., but I think I have to wait to teach myself the “Watch” tab rather than seek out too much additional instruction (and thus feel the element of surprise), as I am at home in Canada.  You can learn a little more about the “Watch” tab on Facebook in the U.S. here:  https://techcrunch.com/2017/08/09/facebook-watch/

 

00001. While the news doesn’t make the same waves in Canada, it is just one more aspect of video in 2017 that indicates that if you are marketing content for business purposes, you need to be afield in video content.  Personally, I help operate a not-for-profit with a small following on Facebook, and while we’re short of the mark where the potential to show video content exists, at least we are somewhat informed as to what is happening with small business and the Internet and we are persisting with some hopes for video in the future.  Visit us here:  

https://www.facebook.com/LouthUnited

A summer funeral
Peter checks that the cemetery plot is complete the day of the funeral.

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