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SUFFER THE LITTLE CHILDREN

Published May 25, 2022 by Nan Mykel

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Nineteen elementary school children and two adults in Texas were killed Tuesday by an adolescent with a gun after shooting his grandmother.

Welcome to America?  Where is love, compassion, empathy, care, conscience?  My journalism professor Buddy Davis at the University of Florida used to frequently refer to the milk of human kindness.  It has been souring rapidly.  The Age of Aquarious didn’t blossom as hoped for.   A U.S. Representative has called on the “dark MAGA” to respond. to his defeat.

What went wrong is now less important than what to do about it.  The Climate Change may humble us, but at what cost?  What has the obscene scrambling for booty cost us?

A young boy teaches his little brother the art of lying while his parents feed the embers of distrust.  It’s my understanding that we continue to be born with the same potential, although down the road our forced appearance on the scene may be increasingly resented.

I tuck away my fleeting suspicion that a great sense of masculine inadequacy feeds the attraction for guns.

The remedy is unclear.  Any hopeful solutions?

 

Old Man Fred –flash fiction for d’Verse

Published June 15, 2019 by Nan Mykel

Although age and poverty had taken its toll,  when far away an interrupted cry woke him from his sleep, he shuddered.  He knew he lacked boundaries, was too easily empathic. That tendency had led him to  panhandling in the evening of his life.  It was getting more and more difficult to arise from his seated position on the sidewalk and retrieve his upturned hat from the pavement before him.

Someone at the Center had stolen his flute, so he had  nothing left to offer passersby than  the one song he could remember all the words to, Old Man River.

The children still stood round and begged their parent for a dime to drop into his hat. The children stared. The adults avoided his eyes.  He thanked them all.

128 words

Clark Moustakas: Loneliness and Love

Published January 6, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Increasingly, I have become painfully aware of the terribleness of most communication: of  people talking but not saying what they mean; of the contradiction  between the outward words and expressions and the inner meanings and messages; of people looking as if they were listening without any real  connection or contact with one another. When I am with such persons I experience deep feelings of loneliness, and I want to break through the empty words and come into touch with the feelings; I want to go beyond the icebergs on top , and into what is really happening deep down. I have become keenly aware that individuals rarely express what really matters: the tender, shy, reluctant feelings, the sensitive, fragile, intense feelings. Too often we receive the words but not the concrete, actual messages and meanings. What has happened to us as human beings that we can be so near and yet so far, that we can be so distant from each other and never know? Where are we anyway in those hours when the human spirit cries out in despair, when the hunger for sharing and for loving comes through in disguised and devious forms? What has happened when we have become so radically cut off from our own humanity that we kill the human need for compassion and understanding, when the longing for response is not even recognized or noticed?

Clark Moustakis’ Loneliness and Love   (1923–2012)

 

Heart Connection: How I Help Myself To Calm My Moods, Reduce Anxiety, Still My Nerves, and Create Peace — A Re-blog

Published January 5, 2018 by Nan Mykel

I admire your fortitude and love. Your meditation is more thorough than mine but I would like to share mine, on my page Relief-Refresh, under the photo titled Joy. Have you had to deal with anyone over your use of painkillers?  There is so much that is precious in blogland.

LARRY’S SECRET

Published October 11, 2017 by Nan Mykel

The slight, unassuming fellow

looked somehow familiar when

he first visited our poetry group.

He introduced himself as Larry,

and then it clicked. “Larry Jageman!”

I blurted. “Nan Mykel!” he replied.

In group he was confronted over and

over for his peculiar verse–all hosannas–

yet took it  on the chin, calmly. Larry’s

attendance at group notwithstandng

was faithful, dogged,  and devoted.

He puzzled those of us who could not fathom

the persistent  style of his writing.

Were I confronted so often

and directly, I would have deserted

the group, my confidence crumbling.

I took his tears for sentimentality,

his occasional dark glasses a puzzle.

Was it his last group session that he

said next time he would share a situation

he was in.  He always spoke softly, but

this time I was fortunately sitting next

to him and heard him say that he was

afraid of his wife leaving him and that

she was afraid of him leaving her.

His  appreciation of friends, neighbors

and family, penned for more than a year,

seemed juvenile and rote to me, blinded

by a misunderstanding of his need.

He did take away something from the group,

and kept coming back until the end.

He was buried today, and I was there.

 

AFTERTHOUGHT

Upon remembering and reflecting, the image that stays with me is of Larry and Mary rejoicing in life’s grand square dance, and a reminder that there is a higher value than  rules. It is called love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shared Palfitness

Published October 5, 2016 by Nan Mykel

When did you stop believing?

Could be Santa Claus

The tooth fairy

Monsters under your bed

Jack Frost

The Easter Bunny

or more real things…

Like ability to move up

with hard work and then

you do not

That you are adored by

peers and they disappear?

Politics, not touching:)

Good luck…

Bad luck….

No luck…

We all have struggles

We all do deal

Some are better

Some are not

It’s not related to being

smart…LOL

How about romance?

Do you still believe in

LOVE?

Or just hearing the words?

In an era easy to cheat with

many things it is easy to

not believe

So, do you at all?

 

2016 Copyright Paul McAleavey wwwpalfitness.wordpress.com

To My Best Friend on the Right — Excerpt from robertmgoldstein.com

Published July 14, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Excerpt from
To My Best Friend on the Right

We met over 40 years ago when I was still in my teens.

You are my oldest friend and the friend I love most.

You invited me into your family.

You ushered me into adulthood.047

You cared for me when I was at my worst; when doctors dismissed
me as malingering; you knew my pain was real.

Over the years we grew and changed but we never lost each other
and I never lost my love for our friendship.

When I tested that friendship with my addiction you went silent
but you didn’t go away.

You forgave me when I was ready to admit that I was ashamed, and
wrong and sorry.

I didn’t lose you but over the years we changed and spoke less often and
slowly drifted apart until we met again on Facebook.
And now I am baffled.

How do I reconcile the friend who …. ( visit site for more )

Rob Goldstein 2016

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