Simplicity of Life

I think we have been here before...

but whatever

welcome to another spring

The earth rotates and tips

spinning on some invisible axis

just floating in space

Giving some thought

taking the time to scratch the surface

of the scientific explanation

How do we float

how do we stay on the path

when space has no gravity

No explanation

of the negative existence

known as out there somewhere

Falling into the trap

boggling the minuscule mind

of how things work

Really what is the universe

how did it become

in the very first place

How...do we exist?

Are we in a Petri-dish

can we be the only thing

the only thing...really?

barb

Ides of March

Writing is something we all do but English Class was something few relished at the tender ages of 'life' - youth is truly a two sided blade where you are a sponge for information and yet your other side just wants to explore and play in the social arena.

I learned to read from encyclopedias before I was 'taught' to read in school.  My first reader, of course, was "Dick and Jane".  I brought it home and went into my room reading the entire book.  I know impressive since it had at least 6 to 12 words on a page but I devoured it like a Willy Wonka's Golden Ticket Chocolate Bar.  Do children love to read because they learn how or are they born with the gene?  Later in life I learned that my father was an insatiable reader.  I never knew that because I was not raised with near him or I was out in that social arena.

I can't remember a time that I didn't have a library card or didn't spend an enormous amount of time in a library reading or researching.  I was lousy at researching because I didn't slow down my brain long enough to absorb the 'non-interesting' subjects like I should have done but that is another story.

The Ides of March brings back my 9th grade year in High School.  I had a great English teacher and our desks were in a horseshoe facing him but honestly I can't tell you what he even looked like or his name but he introduced us to the classics like Caesar.  It wasn't until my senior year that I had a teacher who loved Shakespeare.   He was a very cool teacher and I didn't realize then but it is hard to teach teenagers the things you love and the reason that you are a teacher.  In seventh grade, my History teacher was a Civil War buff who formed my love of American History.

School is very important and teachers who love teaching are vital to forming a life long journey in one's soul.  Reading the classics today has a bigger impact on me than it did at fifteen because I see so much more now than I did then.  "E tu Brute."  is one of my favorite expressions - one of betrayal of a close trusted confidant and friend.  This is a sincere part of living - and why trust given so openly can not be mended once it is broken.

We are fragile even when we build that metal shield to stop the bad from rising out of what we hold dear - the Ides of March is about the ultimate betrayal, the ultimate inability to understand that our strength is not complete control but in accepting the feelings and beliefs of others.  Uniqueness is what each of us are and what we should protect but to accept difference is what makes us humble.

Writing is something tangible that controls a writer's thirst - creation is something that soothes a writer's soul - there is never a beginning or ending of a writer.  Long past the dust to dust of our being lives our words, our thoughts and over essence - words are our legacy.

barb

Tolerance and Reward

I have put My Wild Irish Rose up for free download today

and Saturday - link down below.

And I just downloaded Volume II of Echo which is a fast paced

Sci-Fi story of a new writer that I think is very good.

The reason for the free download is that I really, really cannot take much

more of the constant newsfeed on the elections.

Turn off the news?

I can only watch so much Chopped and old movies

while I am writing but I am going to start using my Ipod so I can

tune out the craziness of what our world has become.

I have two books in the works.

One is set in the Pacific Theater of WWII

and it is shelved at the moment because I have to do an

awful lot of research about the war and the people who fought

in the Pacific.  Even though the war is just the backdrop the characters

must be painted with accuracy.

My other story goes back to the Civil War in Virginia

but it is based on the men of the war with a love story that intertwines

through the hardships of the women who were

left to their own devices.  Women have always been the backbone

of life, some have risen to the challenges, some have buckled under the

weight of life and some have taken the wrong road

to survive.  The difference in the men and women is sometimes

elusive.

barb