Simplified

Funny thing about history,
what it is depends on the county, country and the weight of its gravity.
Feelings collide, as they
present themselves,
usually contrary to another –
and another’s, yet again: Tell me, are you family or friend.
Reaction brings emotion to life,
as news provides.
Hands clap with smiles smiling, tears fall or steam rolls,
hearts break while minds run wild
holding on to hope – like a child.


The past is full of firsts,
today we wonder are there any left?
Celebrate the ordinary, and be considered a fool. We should be forcing the extreme and the new! As the Preacher says, “Don’t look back. Keep moving forward.”
Watch me pitch a fit,
and shake my finger …
100 years ago – This pig, THIS pig….
he was a winner.
And Colorado had never looked better.

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Haiku:

Yesterday’s Newspaper

What matters is all around

Life Simplified

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Yours,

Audrey

Just The Beginning

Journey Continues
A silly bit of playing
Like Mother Like Son

The End.
– Learning –  

a collection of photos and poems.
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George Washington said it at the start:

“I was summoned by my Country, whose voice I can never hear but with veneration and love.”

Roosevelt reminded us that power always brought along responsibility.

So many important voices resonate as we leave D.C.

With change inevitable, “Who will lead?”

Yet, a wise man once told me, “Mom, I have goals. I put away the dreams.”

Executive Residence

Unfortunate circumstances surround,
the joy attached to the idea
of visiting this house.
As a child, I felt protected,
now my children wonder, to whom
the blame is set?

Money shouldn’t control,
yet,
it does, leaving behind
a steadfast belief in unity and solidarity, wrapped in parental tough love.

This passion for leadership should exist,
personal preference –
grounded in faith from above, and rooms for existentialists.
Young minds dream, set goals,
similar sentiments can be traced back
to years ago.

– Tous pour un, un pour tous. –

Experience, a must, most would agree,
understanding war,  law, nations, the humble, complex ideologies, and to whom we place our trust.


Room for change is generally in need,
a strict warning against swift technology.
Ha, just admit it,
the brilliantly rich know more than we do, and we’re terrified of AI absurdity.

The manifestos of ancestors impressive,
progression for many requires time, 
generations of wisdom holding value, as
this country mingles in crime.

A home base with decades of failure, take heed –
these seasons,
they reek of power and greed.
Souls weep,
all for one and one for all, a dream
profoundly exhausted, hearts broken,
Let us breathe!

Society divided, but love surely shows,
costs substantial, life unrecognizable.
What, pray tell, shall we do? Executive branches wither as fighting ensues.

Young keen voices abundant, AHH!
A servant life, not many are called to,
let the anointed through.

Spoiled attention seekers have stolen the show,
now, money decides
who stays and who will go.


– Learning –  

a collection of photos and poems.

Anthropology

Haibun

The counting was straightforward,
repetitive in its style – for learning.
Outer galaxy creatures taught many about rhythm and dancing- rhythmic movement.
There was a grouchy soul nobody wanted to humor, sadly his was lost on most.
Silliness welcomed within the kitchen, safety and danger overlooked.
Cultures encouraged by a tall yellow fowl, a friend to all.
A pair of besties, a relationship generally overlooked and undervalued.
A monster with a sweet tooth, lack of cleanliness, not one for culinary fortitude.
Someone to teach distance, often running about – investing in measurement.
And a couple striving to get their relationship right – work in progress. One loved too deeply and the other more private.

A society, in order to expand, must accept change, as creating works this way. No two people were born alike, all with different visions, fingerprints, and no two goals the same. Accepting and tolerating are worlds apart, yet both require grace. Both deserving civil conversation and an ability to live, yet neither earn an absolute. Judgement comes but by the same boat each time, and no one is safe, He decides. Love is required, love will always win, love is instant and sometimes earned – but remember it was freely given.

Anthropology
Disfunction senerios
Puppets to Muppets

– Learning –  

a collection of photos and poems.

Dreaming

In the beginning there is excitement,
Passion for the idea of new,
Dreams run wild, and possibilities fierce with endlessness.
Who could we be, what will we learn
And how will we survive, thoughts rush yet breath is pensive
All the while, feeling lost on a speedway with experienced drivers,
Each thought jockeying for position in the line of importance.


All new, all fresh, all encompassing.

Plans made, vast space for the fast-paced.
Then reality strikes, the work begins, yet the fruits of labor hum, hold tight to all things precious.
The overall simplicity of how life is,
goes unnoticed,
work looked back upon as tactile and real, as callouses are worn, scars heal, and the unknown remains in existence, yet
there’s beauty in the sun rising.
History made minute by minute, choices lead to new places, and growth persevers in the name of passion.
Why wouldn’t you?

– Learning –  

a collection of photos and poems.

Port For Dreams

A poet, who dreamed of safety,
A place for all. Welcomed,
if it were only this easy

We question with intensity
What brings you here?
A murmur felt throughout society

These too shall pass through
A cry out to the masses
Stepping over her, him, me, you

Who stays, who goes,  somebody move
Leadership I lacking, pitiful
Eventually, we all lose

A portal, a melting pot for dreams
Less different, more in common
Weakening amongst transition,  it seems

Poet to poet we ache similarly
Left to decide, no one left behind
And yet, now,  is America suffering?

– Learning –  

a collection of photos and poems

Structure

at first, the logistics were tricky,

a desire for distance was universal, 

a commonality existed, 

so they leaned into progression.

structure set by those well informed, and steadfast,

support deemed imperative,

while overwhelmingly consistent,

whispers of beauty were allowed.

a common goal set, the trajectory – forever,

for some.

– Learning –  

a collection of photos and poems.

The Wait

I read of poets past
with infinite belief
moments come upon us,
often urging we repeat:

Confusion
Regrets
Joys
Happenings,

lessons learned from life,
retold by she, him and them,

possibly, even me.

Asked to compose again,
so that maybe this time
experience will prove, we feel.

If,
probably,
what occurs,
this time,
just isn’t chance
but a path, prepared,
for us.

Calling all Ken Follett Fans: We Shall Wait Together

Edge of Eternity will be out in less than a year. I agree, we should all pause for a quick dance around the room, possibly a jig if you’re into that kind of thing. I have been waiting for this announcement since I read Winter of the World, by Ken Follett this past spring. I’m glad to finally have a date, September 16, 2014. Let’s pause to add that to our calendars, shall we?

waiting, waiting, waiting

waiting, waiting, waiting (Photo credit: gilles chiroleu)

I can’t stand this cat and mouse game, but it comes along with reading a series discovered on the front end of its entirety. Sadly, I have a growing list of books I’m waiting to read. I allow this so I can either continue a story in progress or obviously, so I can wrap the series up into a little bow and shelve it away. I like little bows.

I’ve been known to finish a series that I’ve lost investment in just to clear up any resolution issues that may result in the lack of sleep.  In this case, Ken Follett’s Century Trilogy, has me waiting impatiently over how he’ll creatively finalize his characters, but not on where he’ll abandon us in history when the book is through.

I should explain why I’m so apathetic about our history after his series ends. It’s safe to assume that I’m okay with it because he’ll dump me off right where I am, historically speaking. It’s my presumption that I can take it from here, for obvious reasons.

I can head on down to the book store or local library and find current non-fiction books on what’s truly happening around the world OR I could find a trusted newsroom on television that’ll keep me informed. The latter being a bit more of a challenge.

I find myself getting a bit nervous when I begin to think about where his characters, whom I’ve grown to love, will go and what they’ll do. In his third, and final installment, I stop to consider what their fictional fate may be as a result of historical events.

Are you following me? Stick with me…

When I started reading Fall of Giants, the first book in this trilogy, I was, once again, thrown off at how easily I fell into the book’s rhythm. I suppose I’ll always be surprised when I begin a book that I’d previously decided wasn’t for me.

Book + Pushy Knowledgeable Friend = Book Love Affair, every time.

It’s a welcomed relief.  Ken Follett has a keen way of investing us early with an emotional look inside his fictional, yet historical, Century Trilogy.

Cover of "Fall of Giants (The Century Tri...

Cover of Fall of Giants (The Century Trilogy)

The proof is in the first few pages, as it is a genuine lesson in the emotions of  Britain’s Welsh miners. The man, that Follett guy, knew how to grab me, didn’t he? From there I was easily transported into a world of times past.

They, Follett and his staff, have taken measures to make sure that the series runs historically accurate and I appreciate their chivalry, and thrive on it. It’s astounding how quickly this series has sent me into researching further details of the world he brings to life.

I must say, that I’ve found WWI and the Russian Revolution much more interesting the second time around. I know the reason for this is because Follett has discovered a way to make me, Audrey, sit up and listen. It’s our fantastic world history mixed in with the gripping serial drama he’s created. Hook line and sinker, I fell. I’ve fallen hard. I’ve learned so much.

Thank you, Mr. Follett.

Side note, I believe we should start a movement where adults after age 40, are required to take history courses again, one a year. You know, just add it to the list of requirements we have agreed to in order to get our vehicle licensed or possibly receive our tax refund in an orderly fashion.

Why you ask?

Well for one, it would help educate our country on how we’ve placed ourselves into our current intersection.

Or my front-runner, the notion of it, quiet frankly, making my day.

Anyone? Anyone?

Move forward, shall we?

Okay.

Forward ho! (Quick reference to my favorite time period, but I’ve digressed.)

I waited with bated breath for Winter of the World, Ken Follett’s second book in this series. I knew I’d see my beloved characters again, but didn’t take into account that I may have needed to reread Fall of Giants to prepare myself. I recognized right away that the time between books was, seemingly, too long a pause to keep the names and relationships fresh.

I had a tough time remembering whose child belonged to whom, but that didn’t stop me. A quick revisit to Fall of Giants caught me up to speed.

Side note, this is why I’m an advocate for reading a series after the final one’s been written, it’s so you can read the books quickly and consecutively, which eliminates the need to back track, especially in this instance. (Bonus for anyone who’s just now starting to read the series, you’ll be in prime position come next September!) I recognize how this creates quite the problem for authors who need to get paid sooner than later but, I mean come on, there’s a lot to remember and if you’re going to invest in reading time, and especially for a large series like this, its best to either wait, take notes or familiarize yourself with the genealogical cast of characters at the front of his novels, first.

He thinks of everything.

Ken Follett

Ken Follett (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A genealogical casts of characters is undoubtedly the greatest life-changing, hand-holding, sweetly thinking what’s best for Audrey, add-in ever. Ever.

(Can you imagine? Follett thinking what’s best for me. I can…) Suddenly he and his silver hair have become my muse… Just look at him.

Winter of the World.

Yes.

That’s right…

For me, this book’s subject matter was tough. No doubt about it. The content was roughly more depressing, as it should be, and difficult to accept in regards to the factual history involved.

For example, you know that man from Germany and his obsession with blonde hair possibly coupled with blue eyes, yeah well we meet him during the author’s description of, seemingly, the world’s toughest ‘winter’ due to Stalin and Hitler’s cold as ice presence. Follett, takes me on a historical journey that is, at times, bone chilling. We all know how this time in history collapsed.

Sad.

Yet, at the same time I’m getting a back door view of the English hierarchy and the rise of our American influence, which Follett doesn’t hold back on, as he paints a terrible picture of Pearl Harbour and it’s casualties.

Can you imagine my intense desire to read his final book? What I find most interesting about this series is the history I’ve been given a second chance to learn. Mostly, I’m thankful for the American history and the stories Follett dreams up to lay out a lesson on America’s power; even an early look at what Prohibition may have done for and to this country. All this centered around an abundance of multi faceted fictional relationships, which have continued to keep me invested in our world’s history, created through the work of Ken Follett’s mind.

I’m worried about my inability to wait nicely for my chance to read Edge of Eternity, this final book, which holds the ending to a treasured series.

Will you wait with me?

Domestic Life

Domestic Life

I recently went through a museum with my husband and son. They have been on a six year tour of Texas, going from place to place soaking in as much history as they possibly can. I’ve enjoyed about 75% of it.

On this day it was more like 4%, so when I saw this particular quote, I nearly lost it. The same could be said for modern Texas, although I think the oxen have been taken out of the equation. Still pondering how the oxen pulled that off, oh well.

I’m enjoying Texas through the eyes of men.