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LAMENT

Published December 7, 2021 by Nan Mykel

 

 

 

 

 

 

(First verse after my writing resolve for 7 days:)

LAMENT

Fast is young

Slow is old

Broke my foot

Can’t be bold.

 

I see me limp–

someone impaired

Overnight!

As though I cared.

 

But I do!  I do!

As someone feeble

I still envy

other people.

 

Nan   Day 1  Dec. 7, 2021

Sorry, I can’t find image source–not mine

Don’t Know if These were posted

Published December 6, 2021 by Nan Mykel

THE big red cat sleeps dreaming on our cot.

Is her world the same as mine or not?

I don’t like the dog that barks all night,

nor does she

She hates fleas and mites, and I agree.

 

CRUMPLED pages lie beside my keyboard. The notion lingers that if I can just find the right voice, the right cross between irony and sorrow with a little joie de vivre thrown in, then the words would spew out…[too much like a volcano? Vomit?]…spill out onto the fresh white pages.

 

SOME SAY cats don’t like

to make eye contact.

Mine does.

We have stare-downs

whenever we’re both awake.

 

 

EVERY closet is a walk-in closet if you try hard enough.

–(The Captain’s Speech  6/7/21)

 

HERE I AM, God

Here I be

Flawed,

Damaged

I be

But I am me

So you see…

 

A bird with only one wing

Can sing

But not fly with its kind.

Is a bird with one wing

Any good?

 

Does God love

a race horse

With a broken leg?

AN Oldie — At Heaven’s Gate

Published December 5, 2021 by Nan Mykel

 

 

 

 

AT HEAVEN’S GATE

What do you really hope for
after death pulls the shade
on you?  To remember?
How we value our consciousness,
our me-ness!
Perhaps we re-emerge with the womb.
Would that be progress?
Who said anything about progress?
Was it AmWay?
Were we meant to always
be separate?
What does meant mean, anyway?
I wouldn’t opt for hell, but not to
be disrespectful I don’t want to be
dandled on another father’s knee
forever, either. (What a mouthful, “forever.”)
Do I really want to be alone forever?
(Just not with some people, I guess.)
While I don’t want Groundhog Day
every lifetime, is it all downhill
after this?  Back to an atom after
Beethoven?
I won’t care any more. They say I’d better
“let go” or stay on as a ghost.
Dust to dust.  Hey! I’m in here!
Like sleeping, they say.  But no dreaming?
What do you want to dream about forever?
The past? The future? The eternal now?
Maybe we’ll lightly settle on a higher plain.
(Higher than what? Lower than what?)
A small voice inside says, “Hey.
I want outta here.”  But not really.
If I really had my druthers
I would like to be welcomed back by
those many lives who have shared my
soul in ages past, to embrace and
melt into a reunion, at long last
home again, for now.
   Nan  Mykel   2015

Reblog of Annie — to remind us

Published November 29, 2021 by Nan Mykel

Presenting the First Thanksgiving as Seen by Native Americans

With the belief that our nation becomes stronger as we examine the times that we’ve failed, sometimes grievously, to live up to our ideals, I’m providing this story assembled by The Washington Post.

“The Myth of Thanksgiving” explores the storied first Thanksgiving dinner between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag tribe in Massachusetts on the anniversary of its 400-year occurrence. The article places the events in context and brings us up to date on the fate of the tribe–and of Indigenous people in the US generally.

The Post‘s effort to correct the record came to life when Dana Hedgpeth, a reporter who is Native American, recalled being asked by a colleague what her Thanksgiving plans were.

She replied that Thanksgiving is “not the most favorite holiday for my people. There’s, you know, genocide, taking of our land, disease, war.” The holiday, she said dryly, hadn’t worked out well for her people.

The Indigenous people, the first Americans, had been cultivating the land for 10,000 years. Before the settlers arrived, the Mashpee Wampanoag reportedly numbered between 30,000 and 100,000, in land stretching from Massachusetts through Rhode Island. Now, there are 2800 of them–and they are still fighting legal battles for a sliver of their historical land.

The tribe had both traded with European explorers and fought with them for nearly a century. When the Pilgrims arrived on the Mayflower, the Indians watched them for months. The fact that the English brought women and children made the tribal leaders hopeful.

Hedgpeth conjectures that their leader, Ousamequin, may have thought: “‘Maybe they will cause me no harm. Maybe they would be better allies. They clearly have better weapons than I. They have guns. I have bows and arrows.’

“He was a great leader. He was no fool. He strategically reached out to them. Months after they had arrived — they arrived in 1620 — they lost half the Pilgrims in the winter.

“In the spring, he reaches out to them, sort of trying to figure out what is their purpose, not knowing that this is going to be what Frank James, a well-known Wampanoag activist, called the beginning of the end. But he reaches out to them strategically, thinking, ‘Better to be allies than to be enemies.’”

The Wampanoag taught the pilgrims how to plant beans, corns, and squash and to use fish as fertilizer. However, when the Pilgrims had their first feast, they did not invite the Wampanoags.

But when the tribal leaders heard the Pilgrims fire muskets, they approached, ready for war. Informed it was a celebration, they brought deer they’d killed and joined in. From that encounter, the myth of Thanksgiving has been embellished.

In reality, notes Darius Coombs, a Wampanoag Mashpee member who does cultural outreach, Thanksgiving “kicked off colonization. Our lives changed dramatically. It brought disease, servitude, and so many things that weren’t good for Wampanoags and other Indigenous cultures.”

Ironically, The Post article notes, without the help of the Wampanoag, the Pilgrims–severely weakened by disease during their first year as settlers–may not have survived the second year. But the Wampanoags’ efforts may have led to their own near destruction.

In the 1700s, The English passed a law that made teaching a Mashpee Wampanoag Indian to read or write “punishable by death.” They forced them off their land and insisted that many convert to Christianity.

“If you didn’t become a Christian, you had to run away or be killed,” said Anita Peters, whose tribal name is Mother Bear.

At 71, she is a repository of the tribe’s history and spends much of her time in the Wampanoag museum in Mashpee, which she helps run.

The Mashpee Wampanoags sued the government to regain their lands in 1970. Their suit was denied by a federal judge who said they weren’t a recognized tribe. They did receive recognition in 2007.

Eight years later, under President Obama, about 300 acres were put into a federal trust for them. However, the land is scattered throughout Cape Cod and amounts to one-half of one percent of their original land.

The Trump administration tried to remove that land from the trust. Today, tribal officials have been awaiting word from the Interior Department, now headed by Deb Haaland, the first Native American in charge, about their land’s status.

Despite the dreadful history and harsh present circumstances, the people The Post cites in this story show considerable generosity of spirit.

Said Mother Bear: “It’s hard to say that we shouldn’t have helped them because we’re human beings, and that’s what we do. We would naturally try to help people.

“But I think we let them get away with too much stuff. I mean, there were plenty of times we could have wiped them all out, you know, but we’re human beings. I think we can hold our heads up and say that we did not take that route. You know, we kept our humanness.”

And here’s what reporter Dana Hedgpeth says:

“I feel passionate about the word ‘regret.’ I regret history was unkind to my people. So I think it’s okay to regret. I think it’s okay to acknowledge there’s nothing harmful in stopping and pausing at remembering our history.

“Nobody has to feel bad. Eat your turkey, have a second helping of mashed potatoes. I’m not saying people should have white guilt. I’m saying pause, remember, and reflect. Reflect. Just pause, remember, reflect, respect those Wampanoags for the people, who they are. Listen to their story. That’s all. Just think about it.”

If you click on The Post link, you can listen to a reading of the transcript that includes The Post reporters and Wampanoag officials who participated in the article’s compilation. You can also read the complete transcript or view the article with photographs.

Annie

SOLLY, NOT JOLLY…

Published November 27, 2021 by Nan Mykel

I am thankful for the ability to learn, but to what end?

IS the March of the Penguins a metaphor for mankind?

ARE WE fated by our genes and early experiences to unroll our lives to the very end?  And why do we hate that notion so?  Because we would not matter, then?  Do the penguins matter?  Perhaps it is all in the service of Emergence.  Survival is the drive, emergence mans the tiller.  But what of war and pestilence?  What of chaos, or chance…or pandemics?

Eisley writes, in the Invisible Pyramid, “Beginning on some winter night the snow will fall steadily for a thousand years and hush in its falling the spore cities whose seed has flown.  The delicate traceries  of the frost will slowly dim the glass in observatories and all will be as it had been before the virus wakened.  The long trail of Halley’s comet, once more returning will pass like a ghostly matchflame over the unwatched grave of the cities. This has always been their end, whether in the snow or in the sand.”

There I go, running my readers away for a fun read.  Some of my motivation I think is due to the beauty of the words.  I’ve also been reading more on mycelium (in fungi) and have more questions than answers, as usual.  I don’t much care for some of the answers I’ve been getting recently.

Couldn’t resist….

Published November 27, 2021 by Nan Mykel

From  Google Groups “X1-Friends” group:

AT&T fired President John Walter after nine months, saying he lacked intellectual leadership. He received a $26 million severance package. Perhaps it’s not Walter who’s lacking the intelligence?

Police in Oakland, CA spent two hours attempting to subdue a gunman who had barricaded himself inside his home. After firing ten tear gas canisters, officers discovered that the man was standing beside them in the police line, shouting, ‘Please come out and give yourself up.’
 Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn’t control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man in the lineup to repeat the words: ‘Give me all your money or I’ll shoot’, the man shouted, ‘that’s not what I said!’
 A man spoke frantically into the phone: ‘My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart’. ‘Is this her first child?’ the doctor asked. ‘No!’ the man shouted, ‘This is her husband!’

You Probably Won’t Believe This…

Published November 25, 2021 by Nan Mykel

Hard to believe…

On the farm we had a worker name of Given. I don’t know who he was born as, but of course everyone called him Thanks.

Old Thanks was poorly even as a young field hand.  I think we hired him because no one else would work as cheap.

Ma’am fed all the field hands mid day, and once when nobody was looking Thanks slipped a dead frog into a canning jar of pickles, undiscovered for a year.

Customers and other visitors to the farm used to talk about how polite our family was.

I can remember thanking the Lord for him once a year…

P.S. That’s an Aye Aye — see Google

#NotTakingaGun

Published November 23, 2021 by Nan Mykel

So sad we need to hear this…but unsure how to “#”…

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I’ve got to run to the market later today. Maybe I’ll also make a lightning stop at a hardware store, I don’t know. But in any event, I won’t be taking a gun with me. Because there’s absolutely no need to.

Also, okay, I don’t own a gun. So realistically I couldn’t take a gun with me even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. I don’t own a gun for the same reason I’m not taking one to the market. I don’t need a gun. I have zero use for a gun.

I’ve no need for a gun, but I rather like them. They’re incredibly efficient tech, they make a loud noise (sometimes I enjoy making a loud noise), they can make a hole suddenly appear in a target a distance away (which is actually sort of cool), and if you fire them at night, you see flame come…

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