tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268001862024-03-14T12:09:51.402-07:00There is no such thing as a God-forsaken townRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comBlogger2808125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-87512323084806846972024-03-10T08:44:00.000-07:002024-03-10T08:44:53.736-07:00Reading Update<p><b>Book #13</b> of the year was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stone-Blind-Novel-Natalie-Haynes-ebook/dp/B09ZYG642M/ref=sr_1_1?crid=30C0DWRPK990W&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.zR8bLwYUV34oYbEdMhr44oGte77BBPt7ZjSxickLSJswxDI6EAzCIFkfL6YasgYEeTRx7Djq1xJ5wBzm_nsNHS8xi6Hev5ffG7DMXiqu6WgFrH-bh3-oDCmBmfioiabuzvYLvQFGG1eHiNJTHSqQ2PrYrPcPqxEARYqfCVTLQeXaTqZEnxR1Z00a0oNbpQHVqgHUoawe5VdjNz8z1bzG-2TBAia6Vyc0RhxpHR3HNMs.sNMyz2wQzxedZWl4h6mN5UE3MBFpTU3C4QhcdnGEdAg&dib_tag=se&keywords=stone+blind&qid=1710083766&sprefix=stone+blind%2Caps%2C781&sr=8-1">Stone Blind</a>, by Natalie Haynes. It's the story of Medusa, and it's weird and great.</p><p> </p><p><b>Book #14</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Life-Transitions-Mastering-Change-Any-ebook/dp/B07Y7MNHL1/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3L4W2VZJ28BTM&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.XyzW5uF_wGNtlCVRodpGbHza9PTZRiaF-LvtEze_kaGI62OBtzO3Jb9sMXTIVw6G0jjS9aKLlzJn4TdJIQCWt5DVGm5JDau4NBdrAguc2OeHyA8nioxXIz6Tsz18VYDi1VtvigygFT-oHCBK4e9fot933K_bxm5lYLnYyWwkzuZb-zLmlMMleWiw8FjyXXI1rUBarE37WL6NKBOiXf1WxtiP2pKQWaePLU-3-YcYK-Y.uFi2ZBE07sRv5neIBSa9rQvRbawXZzFNTGra-4EvzxQ&dib_tag=se&keywords=life+is+in+the+transitions+bruce+feiler+book&qid=1710084014&sprefix=life+is+in+the+%2Caps%2C1341&sr=8-1">Life is in the Transitions: Mastering Change at Any Age</a>, by Bruce Feiler. The main thing I got from this book is that life isn't linear. There are no predictable stages that everyone goes through. At all. The book is made up of an enormous series of interviews with people who have gone through every imaginable life change. Check out his website <a href="https://www.brucefeiler.com/">here</a>. This is a truly fascinating book about how people navigate change.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #15</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Leftover-Woman-Novel-Jean-Kwok-ebook/dp/B0BRY8FKYQ/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1A6VIQJKOGX23&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.J6sZEKbzDW9xOIhbcOb4K-MflOO3d_sxly2xxSl0JQa05D7PZ0WXDyeFo7w818p_5pS_2mx_P9VNrJug7QFMN2NE1Cmj7gxmhP3HwJexqtldihKazEt-PMFZgfU9_mdBzkg6oSQSKv5gTYXVmk_9sZxJRNH0TbHxlXbaMjxk4-rJTVJeldmAOXC5ZU54Jd98xGCKE7Z0G6ht3qssGJAX0um1emxQWlCLMMCUKimPQ5Q.EKHs2NyGrauuEiH0k6yCtOtJvvIStBGzOJsXVRsDF5k&dib_tag=se&keywords=the+leftover+woman+a+novel+jean+kwok&qid=1710084228&sprefix=the+leftover+woman%2Caps%2C435&sr=8-1">The Leftover Woman</a>, by Jean Kwok. It's a story of cross-cultural adoption and it's just all-around sad. Nobody comes out very well.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #16</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Frozen-River-Novel-Ariel-Lawhon-ebook/dp/B0BVTXZXZJ/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1T5XBPTA595D8&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.2Jy8q9fNeo4C2BTHCeAgXTRw0LOWYg5_U7XkGfLPdEoX_I0cMssn2G-tLCM-7PTEvrd3nMnLqIIDu-jXQFp2MCkipdoA8lCE4zZxwpo300pJjU52YAFucj1ZPxkpP2D2KDK_cIqLMRRWRPgOX0zmlUArDsEPTGx0Gx-GwOhTRtPX50K9J6vFPDO8-MwIrwVgpSZMW2d8GkaGAL5yMZ3j3ftZV2OVs8g4RW18xmIfSz0.4v8_1dFN4cHTZTfT1cCPmy7sBzzs3pxn_JozKfP2Rl4&dib_tag=se&keywords=the+frozen+river+a+novel+by+ariel+lawhon&qid=1710084442&sprefix=the+frozen+river%2Caps%2C541&sr=8-1">The Frozen River</a>, by Ariel Lawhon. I read this with my book club, and we thoroughly enjoyed it. The main character is a midwife, so that's always a plus, and the historical setting was fascinating and well-handled. It was a mystery, and there were lots of characters, and it's based on true events (plus there's a detailed author's note at the end explaining what's real and what's not). I recommend this one!</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #17 </b>was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Rachel-Incident-novel-Caroline-ODonoghue-ebook/dp/B0BGPQCQS7/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1G7NN5Q98SUL3&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.mhONZsecdniOApKn_9QOHonHJYpwlUN_bahpNh5JBIOnUSz8VfccLEbLw1msu-TUmC1QZ-DTJHs8k_ZicY_0InAvFbN6gpOI0ErbtU7duO5kWJLXmZfvq-RJw2VmlwvHft2dQ74DcYtZzXV46cL7dKs4YIYTyA-zXKgdreVvev028AleLl5--MTEXBh8CUJ3zVy10LqOPMAnaCZIXRKERNAGfkvnmCHnW0yhKBAtDzY.96LJrLiDg0ZzJxMT8f_qcMwudArHAe-9t3sHWPkqkfY&dib_tag=se&keywords=the+rachel+incident&qid=1710084586&sprefix=the+rachel+incident%2Caps%2C415&sr=8-1">The Rachel Incident</a>, by Caroline O'Donoghue. The incident referred to in the title is just awful, messing up several lives in permanent ways. The reviews make it sound light-hearted and sparkling, but I didn't really find it either. Plus there's so...much...drinking.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #18</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Momentous-Events-Cactus-Dusti-Bowling-ebook/dp/B07PF2H9KG/ref=sr_1_1?crid=U44HX27W6X3&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.5dKoeizUm6ack_UyQK1rekdHx4wavR5zCc3Ok8VwgAbeMmiodB6fMnqXOur7blUQVouDhKYRuQR5JEjOy5w2D3LNFlEtqG1FhDPl7H7kcnvXxl6bCN_A-V6dXfz0Ek2t53ukbQ-qWThMxQTCxK67xJn5_C2o2KkPpcWXnL_yc_ibbdGUVVHN_PUTNiD4sdGottmKQ_mbtI5DATNii89OAw.34LAMTTftFNgdCLks3E1ipudmnF5z0kjHdV0pVIXC8U&dib_tag=se&keywords=momentous+events+in+the+life+of+a+cactus&qid=1710084847&sprefix=momentous+events%2Caps%2C447&sr=8-1">Momentous Events in the Life of a Cactus</a>, by Dusti Bowling. I read the first one in this series last year. The protagonist has no arms, and in this book she starts high school. It's painful. </p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #19</b> was Jhumpa Lahiri's <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Roman-Stories-Jhumpa-Lahiri-ebook/dp/B0BS344NG9/ref=sr_1_1?crid=L860TWIWAI5K&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.DF5Dx6URJIR3dhhXs06fRBRYhUfTrUeaqbhBck-CwzQlkAI0RoT_-WQNTiPJ_LhhWMEahM_RqNwskapoSS_YR4IlEz_LPZcDMWiq1THnVfRx8eLCXhyreSwZiqCbY8kuj03sPDJWgqFyHEarLAkGrEh8lhPOuHL8R0gZSKuoywwPxU1yNChVOyVkpb4Z6xqAWnpycOX1dUo_hNvLXDs898XbTMFz00ZCB8gXnBDP0-E.KQK6VTVO-8H6GL3PXktj26D2xLLWH2Nue0V5kyOHuik&dib_tag=se&keywords=roman+stories+by+jhumpa+lahiri&qid=1710085044&sprefix=roman+stories%2Caps%2C451&sr=8-1">Roman Stories</a>. Lahiri wrote this book of short stories in Italian (her third language, I believe), and then translated the stories back into English with a translator. I mean - that's just so amazing. The characters in these stories all live in Rome, but they are all from other places. Living in Rome is beautiful but also difficult. The writing is wonderful, but I feel like I should read the stories again, because they all ran together a bit. Here's a taste:</p><p><br /></p><p>"Regardless, she thinks that it's good to live in a place that's both familiar and full of secrets, with discoveries that reveal themselves only slowly and by chance."</p><p><br /></p><p>And another:</p><p><br /></p><p>"It's strange that maternal anxiety grows with time, that you get worse with the years. I'd have thought the opposite, but how can we bear the distances, the absences, the silences our own children generate?"</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #20</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Could-Make-This-Place-Beautiful-ebook/dp/B0B3Y8QQ6R/ref=sr_1_1?crid=PWDJ5OLCEAHD&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.Xt4zFDZq0DrZuxmPLAmqN_8leSb1l-gWiRijYtF1zSyN7CYEvVotiBH2UUbz45iFI51irGnToDiGModEIzf3G9bWDZpGfgmcynb5IQecFcL41iNtqC4dtHWivL3jec4m3O8el1baj5AooWmijMnn2gAIPGh0abWHl-Ct-kE0FFLTcQ9hsC82E7kWaVTQzNhCmc2UFYEpjlPu80H0dX-KDdCY_ViH_uXMY4m8ofvN_VM.ItdzsfVEo565dTAxQzbmULkjC2jzHPL59oKLoflzvVE&dib_tag=se&keywords=you+could+make+this+place+beautiful+maggie+smith&qid=1710085371&sprefix=you+could+make+this+place%2Caps%2C420&sr=8-1">You Could Make This Place Beautiful</a>, Maggie Smith's memoir about poetry, divorce, and recovery. I liked this, because it's so much the way we - or at least I - process trauma. It's very recursive and she tries on one metaphor after another. I enjoyed reading it, and it made me want to write. <br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-13682635778208519192024-03-08T01:12:00.000-08:002024-03-08T01:12:44.407-08:00SJT and Poetry Friday: Praise What Comes<p>Parker Palmer posted a poem this week that resonated with me and I'm going to share it today. I decided that it can do double duty for SJT (Spiritual Journey Thursday) and PF (Poetry Friday). The SJT theme for March is Gathering Goodness. (You can find the roundup <a href="https://pleasuresfromthepage.blogspot.com/2024/03/sol-731-and-sjt-gathering-goodness.html">here at Ramona's place.</a>) And <a href="https://laurasalas.com/poems-for-teachers/poetry-friday-is-here-and-so-is-oskar/">Laura's hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup.</a></p><p> </p><p>There have been lots of hard things lately. I won't go into them except to mention that watching Haiti deteriorate still further has been painful. I feel helpless and a bit guilty for not being there and suffering along with everyone else. </p><p> </p><p>There's more tough stuff too, but I'm trying hard to gather goodness, focusing on positive things like our lakeside Sports Day yesterday (see photo), our day off today for International Women's Day, the fact that I got in to see a dentist right away without an appointment and am now pain-free, our poetry month celebrations at school (March here, not April) for which I'm writing daily, and the lifer Red-headed Lovebirds that I saw last weekend (see photo from eBird). </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgti2ZFYX29G2aK6pH76A2xrhR2V6XE61FY1ZWaVCUxtE0Ukz1Vbu8pAQnLbua_5AtANL-5e8dxSjb04UdUE-KP6nUuM107fBfIMyfmxXTtF829VAgy9Sm2Xu2FLUBBv_2uDUO4fa2CTvvchjpNWFMhEEU8ynixWLhp29ot8emK45Y2qPWWySFrVw/s4030/IMG_0873.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2808" data-original-width="4030" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgti2ZFYX29G2aK6pH76A2xrhR2V6XE61FY1ZWaVCUxtE0Ukz1Vbu8pAQnLbua_5AtANL-5e8dxSjb04UdUE-KP6nUuM107fBfIMyfmxXTtF829VAgy9Sm2Xu2FLUBBv_2uDUO4fa2CTvvchjpNWFMhEEU8ynixWLhp29ot8emK45Y2qPWWySFrVw/s320/IMG_0873.HEIC" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJ8C7JOuoCWY5YdlUano6mOTT5gmuQMcNACGovqPqaUBE2NAJeDPqg6ZGjxAAHtLwtlFlbd3fgKk1yAkkdXsTHTTuafpAhNT-vx5cBgHx8zxBO97oX-qS2E7OlA8YUVUb_sB9x1Ml0Tr11B-c8s5Hox3rqpKoY-rgIYcg5FQRZXMjhsKihE27-A/s1165/1800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="1165" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJ8C7JOuoCWY5YdlUano6mOTT5gmuQMcNACGovqPqaUBE2NAJeDPqg6ZGjxAAHtLwtlFlbd3fgKk1yAkkdXsTHTTuafpAhNT-vx5cBgHx8zxBO97oX-qS2E7OlA8YUVUb_sB9x1Ml0Tr11B-c8s5Hox3rqpKoY-rgIYcg5FQRZXMjhsKihE27-A/s320/1800.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo Source: eBird.com</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.cordella.org/jeanne-lohmann/">This link</a> has three lovely poems from Jeanne Lohmann, all three of which speak to my current condition, but the one that Parker Palmer posted (and he probably picked a peck of pickled peppers, too) was the second at the link, "Praise What Comes." Here's part of it:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;">Surprising as unplanned kisses, all you haven't deserved</span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;">of days and solitude, your body's immoderate good health</span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;">that lets you work in many kinds of weather. Praise</span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;">talk with just about anyone. And quiet intervals, books</span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;">that are your food and your hunger; nightfall and walks</span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;">before sleep.</span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;">from "Praise What Comes," by Jeanne Lohmann</span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <br /></span></div></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-79890427824102854362024-03-01T00:22:00.000-08:002024-03-01T00:22:03.630-08:00Poetry Friday: Holy<p>I've been doing a writing project during Lent, using daily prompts, and today's word, Holy, made me think of this poem that I've posted twice before here, once in 2012 and once in 2016. (<a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2016/04/poetry-friday-dennis-craig.html">Here's </a>the more recent one, and it has a link to the other.) I love this poem because it's about nature in an urban context, and the way it can dazzle and rearrange our brains to be exposed to natural beauty.</p><p><br /></p><div class="MsoNormal">
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From beginning, my world has been a place</div>
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Of pot-holed streets where thick, sluggish gutters race</div>
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In slow time, away from garbage heaps and sewers</div>
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Past blanched old houses around which cowers</div>
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The dull-gray squalor of sick dust; no trace</div>
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Of plant save few sparse weeds; just these, no flowers.</div>
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One day, they cleared a space and made a park</div>
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There in the city’s slums; and suddenly</div>
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Came stark glory like lightning in the dark,</div>
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While perfume and bright petals thundered slowly.</div>
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I learnt no names, but hue, shape and scent mark</div>
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My mind, even now, with symbols holy.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal">You can find today's roundup <a href="https://www.teacherdance.org/2024/02/poetry-friday-make-choice.html">here, at Linda's place.</a> And below, please enjoy some recent flower photos taken here in Kampala, Uganda.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpb4yyKlF8ktT4y-dsc5gDGRAJiFS7zqbCuRU4NvPa-hNakQoiCC3h1lUfZpGCgcrwn1c9RrDawHNGto6me7hm4DOIv7xwu8_fXP8xEQo0SOHyKcSD_qsSkRmy9_nOcAkOfbeVCvxj84-XjHPeVAtsc5sr4y_5Iq6IMGd-dltdcCOkjIhqQkgMLw/s4032/IMG_0769.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpb4yyKlF8ktT4y-dsc5gDGRAJiFS7zqbCuRU4NvPa-hNakQoiCC3h1lUfZpGCgcrwn1c9RrDawHNGto6me7hm4DOIv7xwu8_fXP8xEQo0SOHyKcSD_qsSkRmy9_nOcAkOfbeVCvxj84-XjHPeVAtsc5sr4y_5Iq6IMGd-dltdcCOkjIhqQkgMLw/s320/IMG_0769.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabvq-KHrFuqlTK29LnJueau4yRYAuMuN5AU7aktIcxvknDL1XLqQn3UlFWLb5Q5snCqeiSxo8HM7fSTsEXmKsgcsKQgvLAH4SX9wkwFTzjc_wg6QQfh0PPBeFyhGYIVnLFMR3geWHJkxkaHe7iIvNIcTyq_ATQTB0e4KFk8Bd2G27-2A3yB2qxg/s4032/IMG_0813.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabvq-KHrFuqlTK29LnJueau4yRYAuMuN5AU7aktIcxvknDL1XLqQn3UlFWLb5Q5snCqeiSxo8HM7fSTsEXmKsgcsKQgvLAH4SX9wkwFTzjc_wg6QQfh0PPBeFyhGYIVnLFMR3geWHJkxkaHe7iIvNIcTyq_ATQTB0e4KFk8Bd2G27-2A3yB2qxg/s320/IMG_0813.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5yjdzgtaoYeILM-sBf21N9m021Cz5SddDxdjWCCSCipOzuX-uG3_377Dz7HHQV3KdCbZA-n1LcnN1Wft3xILe5pzDwFLZJhDRb_07u1J78SFDy18WyeM-b11pkmTXk83aPebmBGq3W3ivzWfXjivaSKavrzPd1fG3JOLE6oUzCi-AMLYoWMEE9w/s4032/IMG_0823.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5yjdzgtaoYeILM-sBf21N9m021Cz5SddDxdjWCCSCipOzuX-uG3_377Dz7HHQV3KdCbZA-n1LcnN1Wft3xILe5pzDwFLZJhDRb_07u1J78SFDy18WyeM-b11pkmTXk83aPebmBGq3W3ivzWfXjivaSKavrzPd1fG3JOLE6oUzCi-AMLYoWMEE9w/s320/IMG_0823.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<p></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-19192558275346777242024-02-22T18:00:00.000-08:002024-02-22T18:00:00.130-08:00Poetry Friday: New QWP<p>I have a birthday coming up, which means that it's almost time to start the next year of my QWP, or Quinquagenarian Writing Project. I started it the year I turned 50, and since then, from birthday to birthday, I've kept a little file of my writing for that year. This year's file is the smallest yet. Apart from my Birdtober poems (daily bird poems in October, following prompts), I've hardly written anything this year. I've already failed at my New Year's writing goals.</p><p><br /></p><p>I know several reasons I'm not writing a lot, but I think the biggest reason is just that I'm still learning a new job. It's my second year in a new place, with new textbooks and new curriculum and a whole new educational system. I don't have the bandwidth for much beyond work. It's not a bad thing, exactly, but it's a different season creatively. And maybe I just need to accept it and be glad when I do write something, no matter how small.</p><p><br /></p><p>Meanwhile, since I have no wise birthday poem for myself, here's one I found called <a href="https://www.poetryinternationalonline.com/poems/icarus-turns-fifty/">Icarus Turns Fifty.</a></p><p> </p><p><a href="https://tabathayeatts.blogspot.com/">Tabatha has this week's roundup.</a> </p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-53531568745246366572024-02-15T07:46:00.000-08:002024-02-15T07:53:30.597-08:00Poetry Friday: In Morning<p>I knew Naomi Shihab Nye would have something to say appropriate to these days, and I was right. I just found this poem she published in December.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>In Morning</p><p>by Naomi Shihab Nye</p><p> </p><p>The Palestinian child<br />
does not think about being Palestinian,<br />
but only of how his kitten<br />
slept last night<br />
and why is it not<br />
in its basket.<br />
Before he walks to school,<br />
he will find it playing<br />
with neighbor kittens<br />
outside his house<br />
and make sure it has breakfast.</p><p> </p><p>You can read the rest of the poem, and hear her read it, <a href="https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2023/12/08/naomi-shihab-nye/chronicles/poetry/">here</a>. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I used one of her lines as a strike line (you'll have to click through to see the bit it came from) for this golden shovel:</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Reveille<br /><br />When the new day wakes me, each<br />worry rises too, greets the morning,<br />rubbing its eyes and joining the others that crowd around as we<br />all, the whole battalion of us, put<br />on our work boots and dress ourselves <br />and prepare to pretend we’ve got it all together.<br /><br />Each morning we put ourselves together.</p><p><br /></p><p>©Ruth Bowen Hersey</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/">Margaret has this week's roundup.</a><br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-2661464791355748822024-02-11T04:15:00.000-08:002024-02-11T04:15:53.776-08:00Reading Update<p><b>Book #7 of 2024</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Summer-Place-Novel-Jennifer-Weiner-ebook/dp/B09969JBFG/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1CDNYA7AVLNG7&keywords=the+summer+place+kindle&qid=1707652455&sprefix=the+summer+place%2Caps%2C656&sr=8-1">The Summer Place</a>, by Jennifer Weiner. This may be the first Covid novel I've read, but it won't be the last. (Book #11, in this post, is another.) I find it stressful to read books where absolutely everyone is hiding something from absolutely everyone else, and that's the case with this one. This is my second Jennifer Weiner book. I liked it better than the first, but I didn't love it.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #8</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Heartbreaker-Novel-Benets-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B000XUBC1S/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2UV0VHBHFF8GF&keywords=the+heartbreaker+susan+howatch&qid=1707652713&sprefix=the+heartbreaker+susan%2Caps%2C423&sr=8-1">The Heartbreaker</a>, by Susan Howatch. This is the third in a trilogy, and I'm not sure I had ever read it before. I know I had started it, but I don't think I'd finished it. It's about prostitution, and in many places it was hard to read. Towards the end of the book, Gavin remarks, "All you 'religious' people out there who have been looking down your noses at me and wincing at my filthy language and filthy lifestyle should remember that The Bloke himself never flinched or turned away." "The Bloke" is Gavin's name for Jesus.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #9</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Gift-Forgiveness-Inspiring-Overcome-Unforgivable-ebook/dp/B07W3J798V/ref=sr_1_1?crid=39VCHCSA53K5P&keywords=the+gift+of+forgiveness+by+katherine+schwarzenegger+pratt&qid=1707653007&sprefix=the+gift+of+forgiveness%2Caps%2C488&sr=8-1">The Gift of Forgiveness</a>, by Katherine Schwarzenegger Pratt. I said in the last Reading Update that I'm looking for books on forgiveness this year. (This was the second I've read since the beginning of 2024. Does anyone have any other suggestions?) I really liked this one, as Pratt had interviewed many people with huge things to forgive. They all had different ways of approaching the idea, and every one was worth reading.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #10</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Yours-Truly-Abby-Jimenez-ebook/dp/B0B8YVRMW4/ref=sr_1_1?crid=MJY1RI9DZA9A&keywords=yours+truly+abby+jimenez&qid=1707653224&sprefix=yours+truly%2Caps%2C633&sr=8-1">Yours Truly</a>, by Abby Jimenez. While rather unbelievable, it was a fun read.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #11</b>, also a Covid story, was Ann Patchett's latest book <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Tom-Lake-Novel-Ann-Patchett-ebook/dp/B0BL126WSH/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2Q3LUB30UW3TS&keywords=tom+lake+ann+patchett&qid=1707653364&sprefix=tom+lake%2Caps%2C538&sr=8-1">Tom Lake</a>. The pandemic has forced the Nelson family's three grown daughters to come back together to the family's orchard. While they do all the required tasks, their mother Lara tells them a story they've never fully heard before, the summer that she acted for a regional theater in Tom Lake, Michigan. People so rarely understand each other, and I enjoyed this story of a time when some understanding, while imperfect, was achieved.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #12</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Atomic-Habits-Proven-Build-Break-ebook/dp/B07D23CFGR/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=atomic+habits&qid=1707653672&sr=8-1">Atomic Habits: An Easy and Proven Way to Build Good Habits and Break Bad Ones</a>, by James Clear. This was a good, readable, and practical book. <br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-16264659688546099732024-02-08T18:00:00.000-08:002024-02-09T21:43:29.745-08:00Poetry Friday: Halcyon<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9ICELULDPD6L9ecaExmszSZLA2EkalmzKnhv6r4hZOwa4eglhd0ckjnuX7Ubmglg4JuHYQHYVeYQFRu963fHEZ0RuiEiXQMKdoBBfwHodK932FID2SItEjQsryFxammBKNacyb-uT6bDfDirpxim1p7mMhzFYYoA2Ai_vlFv_nT7uO89x1D-Ng/s884/Screen%20Shot%202024-02-08%20at%2010.09.35%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="884" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9ICELULDPD6L9ecaExmszSZLA2EkalmzKnhv6r4hZOwa4eglhd0ckjnuX7Ubmglg4JuHYQHYVeYQFRu963fHEZ0RuiEiXQMKdoBBfwHodK932FID2SItEjQsryFxammBKNacyb-uT6bDfDirpxim1p7mMhzFYYoA2Ai_vlFv_nT7uO89x1D-Ng/s320/Screen%20Shot%202024-02-08%20at%2010.09.35%20AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">(Click on the photo to enlarge it. I took the screenshot <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=49325">here</a>.)</p><p> </p><p>Alcman was a Greek poet who wrote in the seventh century BC. This is a translation of one of his poems by A.E. Stallings. (I have a book of hers, somewhere, in a box, in another country.) </p><p><br /></p><p>Halcyon as an adjective means idyllically happy, but as a noun it means a kingfisher. The scientific name of many kingfishers includes the word halcyon, including one of our dear friends where I live, the Woodland Kingfisher (<i>Halcyon senegalensis</i>). This bird is so full of energy, so persistent in diving to catch its prey, and so lovely in its song. This is the one I picture when I read this poem. Or maybe the Malachite Kingfisher, which doesn't have halcyon in its name (<i>Corythornis cristatus</i>), but has the purple coloring mentioned in Alcman's description. See below for pictures of both these beautiful birds, plus a haiku.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl-PFXDLiPvRnKEg-WbO4MuhKVK-I4aNY3PG7ul2khTGyDqnSdJRJQ9NJC3vwapmeqin7HG8a6QTYWb9uqqCaqD6TqPD9XAueJp2oS22qnxZL5O-3KuqrDfcHNlUL9lIC7_DcYg3lJLO6LcydlZ2JX8VKavvmPlzL3FbtX0XXZKpZBB5OaheS2Kg/s1800/1800.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl-PFXDLiPvRnKEg-WbO4MuhKVK-I4aNY3PG7ul2khTGyDqnSdJRJQ9NJC3vwapmeqin7HG8a6QTYWb9uqqCaqD6TqPD9XAueJp2oS22qnxZL5O-3KuqrDfcHNlUL9lIC7_DcYg3lJLO6LcydlZ2JX8VKavvmPlzL3FbtX0XXZKpZBB5OaheS2Kg/s320/1800.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Woodland Kingfisher (<i>Halcyon senegalensis</i>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i> </i>Photo Source: eBird.com</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzV4NJUUsqi4wdKgADCWGXlmiPZtVCu2bQmTCKo9C6kMVWeXSD_mqI9XLLGWSOUVM7IJ81Slvd8vHOVa3nmYQYsYeHhzfln5d96v9whi9g6UwHk4mnkOmFXzUciZJopul97Wq-L3bWGjq77tTrm8GcfsoyHmlwJYws6uQpWPZm0B7BwCqmFDMnuA/s1800/1800-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzV4NJUUsqi4wdKgADCWGXlmiPZtVCu2bQmTCKo9C6kMVWeXSD_mqI9XLLGWSOUVM7IJ81Slvd8vHOVa3nmYQYsYeHhzfln5d96v9whi9g6UwHk4mnkOmFXzUciZJopul97Wq-L3bWGjq77tTrm8GcfsoyHmlwJYws6uQpWPZm0B7BwCqmFDMnuA/s320/1800-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Malachite Kingfisher (<i>Corythornis cristatus</i>)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo Source: eBird.com</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Kingfisher spies lunch: <br />swoops down, splashes, shoots back up,<br />halcyon blue flash</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">©Ruth Bowen Hersey <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">More about kingfishers <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/01/poetry-friday-kingfishers-and.html">here</a>. And Carol has today's roundup <a href="https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/">here</a>.<br /></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-76509351168035170622024-02-01T18:00:00.000-08:002024-02-01T18:00:00.243-08:00Poetry Friday: Herons<p>Last Poetry Friday, as I mentioned in my post last week, was a holiday. I didn't really take the day off -- I worked almost all day -- but that meant that I had time on Saturday to read all the Poetry Friday posts. I tried to comment on all of them, too, but an inordinate number of my comments disappeared into the ether. Maybe some of them were just awaiting comment moderation. I hope so. In any case, if your post didn't get a comment from me, please don't be offended. I tried.</p><p><br /></p><p>I recently discovered <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54254/great-blue-heron">this poem</a> about the Great Blue Heron, "Great Blue Heron," by T. Alan Broughton.</p><p><br /></p><p>Here's a bit from the middle: </p><p><br /></p><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
Today the bird stays with me, as if I am moving through<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
the heron’s dream to share his sky or water—places<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
he will rise into on slow flapping wings or where</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">his long bill darts to catch unwary frogs.</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">And here's another line I love:</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">I only know this bird by a name we’ve wrapped him in,</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">(<a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54254/great-blue-heron">Click through to read the whole poem - it's worth it!</a>)<br /></div><p> </p><p>After reading the poem, I went through my life list to see how many different kinds of herons I've seen. Fifteen! That's just amazing and makes me feel wealthy beyond imagining! (eBird lists 45 heron species in the world. Further research reveals that egrets and bitterns are also herons and if you include all of those, there are 72 species. But I'm sticking with my original 45, which is just the ones with heron in their common name. And out of that bunch, I've seen a third of them!) </p><p> </p><p>I'll share my list of the herons I've seen at the end of this post. But before that, here are some heron poems about some of my sightings. After all, as Broughton says, we only know these birds by the names we've wrapped them in.<br /></p><p> </p><p>I've only seen Black Herons once, on a boat ride in December. They're not as common as the other kinds we have here in Uganda. They are known for their umbrella style of hunting, which you can see in the video, where it's speculated that hunching their wings in an umbrella shape reduces the reflections and helps them see what could be on the menu for them. <br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4s2PdZfYj2w" width="320" youtube-src-id="4s2PdZfYj2w"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p>Black Heron</p><p> </p><p>Rainy morning.<br />Abandoned black umbrella <br />hunts menacingly in the hallway.<br />Sorry - no fish here.</p><p> </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>©Ruth Bowen Hersey</p><p> </p><p>I have Rufescent Tiger-Herons on seven checklists. They live throughout much of South America. It's the juveniles that are the stripiest (see the picture), though the adults do have some stripes also.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimL3yrIE3AzJPgIS5kKL8klc-U70LxzzjbhRh_nlK9Z0ceKu8xfi-lsJYFu-nq7joP1njgn8J2vwzN5ZMgFKzHrTiGZc7gAGEm_vW1UjALGgdfiPaAABGGJu9hKslOeIP5XEbbc6ZWGdihd2D_xORC6ZiJla9LXyk4MfEw_3ZaNOabWhmYqc8kDg/s440/Rufescent_Tiger-_Heron.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="362" data-original-width="440" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimL3yrIE3AzJPgIS5kKL8klc-U70LxzzjbhRh_nlK9Z0ceKu8xfi-lsJYFu-nq7joP1njgn8J2vwzN5ZMgFKzHrTiGZc7gAGEm_vW1UjALGgdfiPaAABGGJu9hKslOeIP5XEbbc6ZWGdihd2D_xORC6ZiJla9LXyk4MfEw_3ZaNOabWhmYqc8kDg/s320/Rufescent_Tiger-_Heron.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Juvenile Rufescent Tiger-Heron</div><p style="text-align: center;">Photo Source: Wikipedia</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Rufescent Tiger-Heron</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br />Tiger-Heron so Rufescent,<br />I find your diet far from pleasant.<br />Your dragonflies I won’t be stealing:<br />To me they sound quite unappealing.<br /><br />But I do like your stripy feathers,<br />The way you hunt in all the weathers,<br />Your strident bullfrog voice so loud,<br />Your reddish coloring so proud,<br />Tiger-Heron so Rufescent<br />I find you immensely pleasant.<br /><br /></p><p>©Ruth Bowen Hersey</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>I have Great Blue Herons on twenty-seven checklists. Birders talk about "spark birds," the ones that make you start being interested in birding, and the Great Blue Heron is one of mine. I found out in 2018 about a GBH fitted with a transmitter that informed scientists she was wintering in Haiti. I wrote two poems about her: <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2018/11/poetry-friday-nokomis-great-blue-heron.html">Nokomis, the Great Blue Heron, Winters in Haiti</a> in 2018 and <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2021/03/poetry-friday-requiem-for-nokomis.html">Requiem for Nokomis</a> when she stopped transmitting in 2021. I also wrote <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2021/10/birdtober-day-nine-artists-choice.html">this poem</a> about a GBH my son watched in Massachusetts.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6jGu8UvFb1oi7U0R3sYWHSLAjdhIyxxu2eimuPwkpSHOuYgmT_NyCH7zT7LeOv0-QvI9Hx3o99d_jMPmOjsi_bs6juNFr7J29w-nSrwJPAoP7Y5rd-F37HyytLar1BdnKwGo4F4IVeBwgx7ESol6VAFTLTlqUgHmjA-zjrkLaqWGPTitwGT_Gg/s4032/IMG_9516.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6jGu8UvFb1oi7U0R3sYWHSLAjdhIyxxu2eimuPwkpSHOuYgmT_NyCH7zT7LeOv0-QvI9Hx3o99d_jMPmOjsi_bs6juNFr7J29w-nSrwJPAoP7Y5rd-F37HyytLar1BdnKwGo4F4IVeBwgx7ESol6VAFTLTlqUgHmjA-zjrkLaqWGPTitwGT_Gg/s320/IMG_9516.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cellphone photo of GBH I saw in Georgia last summer<br /></div><div><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Here's my life list of herons, from the most recent to the longest ago:</p><p><br /></p><p>Black Heron</p><p>Purple Heron</p><p>Squacco Heron</p><p>Black-headed Heron</p><p>Gray Heron</p><p>Cocoi Heron</p><p>Rufescent Tiger-Heron</p><p>Green Heron</p><p>Yellow-crowned Night Heron</p><p>Black-crowned Night Heron</p><p>Tricolored Heron</p><p>Little Blue Heron</p><p>Striated Heron</p><p>Whistling Heron</p><p>Great Blue Heron <br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="https://ayearofreading.org/">Mary Lee has this week's roundup.</a><br /></p><p> </p><p> <br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-18403549982340753392024-01-31T18:00:00.000-08:002024-01-31T18:00:00.128-08:00SJT: Love is...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vM_vjIc7P-e14kud5cC7nl9akql1ah4NOfl4Wt7m-zssylaJfQzFBIImb3HHpUaltdOgBaH2jQX_QcJKtgo4WRdE_Ggpa6GLlVb9LlGBB3zi9VgCAbi-lfLrzVNB2sz5udNNwF5LWZ_HI6NsABmhMgEJNRnEWRND0m91H42X0UgElCURJvI3mg/s500/spiritual-journey.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vM_vjIc7P-e14kud5cC7nl9akql1ah4NOfl4Wt7m-zssylaJfQzFBIImb3HHpUaltdOgBaH2jQX_QcJKtgo4WRdE_Ggpa6GLlVb9LlGBB3zi9VgCAbi-lfLrzVNB2sz5udNNwF5LWZ_HI6NsABmhMgEJNRnEWRND0m91H42X0UgElCURJvI3mg/s320/spiritual-journey.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />When I saw this month's subject, "Love is...," I thought of two poems, and I'll share them below. Both are poems I've shared before on this blog. Be sure to visit <a href="https://patriciajfranz.com/blog-love-is/">our host</a> to see what everyone else shared today. <br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Love's as Warm as Tears<br /><br />by C. S. Lewis</p><p><br /><br />Love's as warm as tears,<br />Love is tears:<br />Pressure within the brain,<br />Tension at the throat,<br />Deluge, weeks of rain,<br />Haystacks afloat,<br />Featureless seas between<br />Hedges, where once was green.<br /><br />Love's as fierce as fire,<br />Love is fire:<br />All sorts - infernal heat<br />Clinkered with greed and pride,<br />Lyric desire, sharp-sweet,<br />Laughing, even when denied,<br />And that empyreal flame<br />Whence all loves came.<br /><br />Love's as fresh as spring,<br />Love is spring:<br />Bird-song hung in the air,<br />Cool smells in a wood,<br />Whispering, "Dare! Dare!"<br />To sap, to blood,<br />Telling "Ease, safety, rest,<br />Are good; not best."<br /><br />Love's as hard as nails,<br />Love is nails:<br />Blunt, thick, hammered through<br />The medial nerves of One<br />Who, having made us, knew<br />The thing He had done,<br />Seeing (with all that is)<br />Our cross, and His.</p><p> </p><p>You can see the second poem <a href="https://poets.org/poem/foley-catheter">here</a> and also read more by this poet, Kimberly Johnson. </p><p> <br /></p><p>Foley Catheter</p><p>by Kimberly Johnson</p><p> </p><div class="field field--body"><p><span class="long-line">I clean its latex length three times a day </span><br /><span class="long-line"> With kindliest touch, </span><br /><span class="long-line"> Swipe an alcohol swatch </span></p>
<p><span class="long-line">From the tender skin at the tip of him </span><br /><span class="long-line"> Down the lumen </span><br /><span class="long-line"> To the drainage bag I change </span></p>
<p><span class="long-line">Each day and flush with vinegar. </span><br /><span class="long-line"> When I vowed <em>for worse</em> </span><br /><span class="long-line"> Unwitting did I wed this </span></p>
<p><span class="long-line">Something-other-than-a-husband, jumble </span><br /><span class="long-line"> Of exposed plumbing </span><br /><span class="long-line"> And euphemism. Fumble </span></p>
<p><span class="long-line">I through my nurse’s functions, upended </span><br /><span class="long-line"> From the spare bed </span><br /><span class="long-line"> By his every midnight sound. </span></p>
<p><span class="long-line">Unsought inside our grand romantic </span><br /><span class="long-line"> Intimacy </span><br /><span class="long-line"> Another intimacy </span></p>
<p><span class="long-line">Opens—ruthless and indecent, consuming </span><br /><span class="long-line"> All our hiddenmosts. </span><br /><span class="long-line"> In a body, immodest </span></p>
<p><span class="long-line">Such hunger we sometimes call <em>tumor</em>; </span><br /><span class="long-line"> In a marriage </span><br /><span class="long-line"> It’s <em>cherish</em>. From the Latin for <em>cost.</em></span></p>
</div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-74888035242215863422024-01-26T23:22:00.000-08:002024-01-27T05:08:32.809-08:00Books about Immigration, Acculturation, and Identity<p>Recently a friend asked me for a list of book recommendations. She specified: "novels or memoirs focusing on the experience of immigration, acculturation and identity." This is one of my favorite themes, so I was able to come up with a list fairly quickly. Of course there are so many more. Add your ideas in the comments.</p><p><br /></p><p>Obviously I have to start with some Haitian titles. For many years I read Edwidge Danticat's YA book <a href="https://www.amazon.com/First-Person-Fiction-Behind-Mountains-ebook/dp/B00OSJ3OQ6/ref=sr_1_1?crid=ZU7RRQBFNF37&keywords=behind+the+mountains+edwidge+danticat&qid=1706337394&sprefix=behind+the+mountains%2Caps%2C658&sr=8-1">Behind the Mountains</a> with my seventh graders. It's set in 1999-2000, and based on Danticat's own immigration story from the early eighties. My students (mostly Haitians, but not all) loved this book, with its triple settings of rural Haiti, urban Haiti, and ultra-urban New York. It sparked great discussions. An adult book from Danticat would be her memoir <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Brother-Im-Dying-Vintage-Contemporaries-ebook/dp/B000VMBX7G/ref=sr_1_1?crid=UMDA8VVBR3NI&keywords=brother+i+am+dying&qid=1706337714&sprefix=brother+i+am+dying%2Caps%2C476&sr=8-1">Brother I'm Dying</a>. I've read nearly all of her books and this one is, in my opinion, the best. But any of her fiction or non-fiction is good for these themes.</p><p> </p><p>This one is an oldie but a goodie: Jean Fritz's memoir <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homesick-Story-Puffin-Modern-Classics-ebook/dp/B002CIY8EC/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2PQZXYK5FK2EB&keywords=homesick+my+own+story+by+jean+fritz&qid=1706337836&sprefix=homesick+jean+fritz%2Caps%2C359&sr=8-1">Homesick: My Own Story</a>, which received a Newbery Honor in 1983 but which is about Fritz's childhood in the 1920s when she was an American growing up in China.</p><p> </p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Brick-Lane-Novel-Monica-Ali-ebook/dp/B000FBJGKO/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2L2BS589IA834&keywords=brick+lane+by+monica+ali&qid=1706338001&sprefix=brick+lane%2Caps%2C398&sr=8-1">Brick Lane</a>, by Monica Ali, is a novel for adults about Bangladeshi immigrants in London. I liked this for its rejection of what Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche calls "the dangers of a single story." Every immigrant is unique and every immigrant's story is, too.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/mails-Scheherazad-Contemporary-Poetry/dp/0813026210/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2CPO9MWV3VAML&keywords=emails+from+scheherazade&qid=1706338107&sprefix=emails+from+%2Caps%2C354&sr=8-1">Emails from Scheherazad</a>, by Moha Kahf, is a book of poetry about her own experience and the Arab-American experience. I loved this book, and also enjoyed her autobiographically-inspired novel, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Tangerine-Scarf-Novel-ebook/dp/B001IDYIK6?ref_=ast_author_mpb">The Girl in the Tangerine Scarf</a>. I don't think I've read anything in which I've learned so much about Islam.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Strength-What-Remains-Tracy-Kidder-ebook/dp/B002LLRDTC/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2Q1MR1EQV1N22&keywords=strength+in+what+remains&qid=1706338320&s=digital-text&sprefix=strength+in+what+%2Cdigital-text%2C793&sr=1-1">Strength in What Remains</a>, by Tracy Kidder, tells the true story of Deo, who fled the Burundi genocide (much less written about than, and related to, the Rwanda genocide). Already traumatized by his past, Deo is traumatized further by his immigration story. Everything I've read by Tracy Kidder is excellent.</p><p><br /></p><p>People always ask me what my favorite book is. It's hard to answer that question, but this book is definitely on the shortlist: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Namesake-Novel-Jhumpa-Lahiri-ebook/dp/B003KGAUUQ/ref=sr_1_1?crid=29CBBR56Q1PV8&keywords=the+namesake+by+jhumpa+lahiri&qid=1706338510&s=digital-text&sprefix=the+namesake%2Cdigital-text%2C1571&sr=1-1">The Namesake</a>, by Jhumpa Lahiri, the story of an Indian family in America. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Other-Words-Home-Jasmine-Warga-ebook/dp/B07CKY3MZ7/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2FXJ3NTK4RMI&keywords=other+words+for+home&qid=1706338611&s=digital-text&sprefix=other+words+for+hom%2Cdigital-text%2C341&sr=1-1">Other Words for Home</a>, by Jasmine Warga, is a verse novel for middle grade kids about Syrian refugees who relocate in Cincinnati. Kids often like verse novels because they are quick reads with short, unintimidating lines. But those lines communicate so much. Speaking of verse novels, another good one, which I read with my seventh graders, is <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Inside-Out-Back-Again-Thanhha-ebook/dp/B0045U9WRS/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2ITMRA8LDUP96&keywords=inside+out+and+back+again+by+thanhha+lai&qid=1706338743&s=digital-text&sprefix=inside+out+%2Cdigital-text%2C485&sr=1-1">Inside Out and Back Again</a>, by Thanhha Lai. This is about Ha, a refugee with her family from the Vietnam War who settles in Alabama. And another, one I've read with eighth graders, is <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Language-Inside-Holly-Thompson/dp/0385739796/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2LVGM9RC00EZZ&keywords=the+language+inside+holly+thompson&qid=1706339881&sprefix=the+language+inside+holly+thompso%2Caps%2C354&sr=8-1">The Language Inside</a>, by Holly Thompson, in which Emma, an American living in Japan, has to move to Massachusetts. <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/How-Parents-Learned-Rise-Shine/dp/0395442354/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1FVIXFDZOFL2E&keywords=how+my+parents+learned+to+eat&qid=1706338865&s=digital-text&sprefix=how+my+parents+learned+to+ea%2Cdigital-text%2C384&sr=1-1-catcorr">How My Parents Learned to Eat</a>, by Ina R. Friedman, was a favorite in our home when our kids were growing up. It's a picture book about an intercultural marriage. The illustrations are by the amazing Allen Say, and part of Say's own family story is told in his picture book <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Grandfathers-Journey-Allen-Say-ebook/dp/B00B0SB87U/ref=sr_1_1?crid=12VNWCE9P864L&keywords=grandfather%27s+journey+allen+say+book&qid=1706338989&s=digital-text&sprefix=grandfather%27s+journey%2Cdigital-text%2C363&sr=1-1">Grandfather's Journey</a>, which won the Caldecott Medal in 1993. This one is great on the feeling of missing one place when you're in the other, no matter which place you're in. Relatable!</p><p><br /></p><p>Ruth Van Reken's memoir <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Letters-global-nomads-journey-healing/dp/1904881483/ref=sr_1_3?crid=2JAIRQQZBEV9H&keywords=letters+never+sent&qid=1706339115&sprefix=letters+never+sent%2Caps%2C369&sr=8-3">Letters Never Sent: A Global Nomad's Journey from Hurt to Healing</a> is a classic, especially among people with boarding school experiences. Someone just brought it up to me last week, and that happens quite a lot. And of course I have to mention my cyberfriend Marilyn Gardner, and her two wonderfully atmospheric books about growing up in Pakistan, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Worlds-Apart-Third-Culture-Journey/dp/0998223328/ref=sr_1_1?crid=6QL1A40C0MBB&keywords=worlds+apart+marilyn+gardner&qid=1706339302&sprefix=worlds+apart+marilyn+gardne%2Caps%2C452&sr=8-1">Worlds Apart: A Third Culture Kid's Journey</a> and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Between-Worlds-Marilyn-R-Gardner/dp/0983865388/ref=sr_1_1?crid=96J4JNTF9Q7E&keywords=between+worlds+marilyn+gardner&qid=1706339349&sprefix=between+worlds+marilyn%2Caps%2C335&sr=8-1">Between Worlds: Essays on Culture and Belonging.</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Joy-Luck-Club-Novel-ebook/dp/B004IYISSK/ref=sr_1_1?crid=37H2L0USMA3LQ&keywords=the+joy+luck+club+by+amy+tan&qid=1706339409&sprefix=the+joy+luck+club%2Caps%2C367&sr=8-1">The Joy Luck Club</a>, by Amy Tan, is good on the differences between first generation immigrants and their children. The frame for this story is four Chinese women in San Francisco who get together to play Mah Jong. Each woman has a daughter. Tan's books are often about this kind of theme, and I have enjoyed all the ones I've read.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Americanah-Ala-Notable-Books-Adults-ebook/dp/B00A9ET4MC/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1E7ZCQ785U3I6&keywords=americanah+by+chimamanda+ngozi+adichie+book&qid=1706339542&sprefix=americanah%2Caps%2C545&sr=8-1">Americanah</a>, by Chimananda Ngozi Adichie, is about Nigerian immigrants, and one thing I really liked about this novel is that characters return to Nigeria and see it through emigrant/immigrant eyes. Another thing I really liked is the focus on hair! (An in to this author's work for younger readers would be her first novel <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Purple-Hibiscus-Chimamanda-Ngozi-Adichie-ebook/dp/B00B78AIV0/ref=sr_1_1?crid=K2GWFZ9UBZFI&keywords=purple+hibiscus+book&qid=1706340658&sprefix=purple+hibiscus%2Caps%2C506&sr=8-1">Purple Hibiscus</a>.)<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Leavers-National-Book-Award-Finalist-ebook/dp/B01JKHTNCY/ref=sr_1_1?crid=G4E57LZR5S5T&keywords=the+leavers+by+lisa+ko&qid=1706339665&sprefix=the+leavers%2Caps%2C478&sr=8-1">The Leavers</a>, by Lisa Ko, is about Chinese immigrants. Once one of my middle school students ended a book talk by warning his classmates about the reading experience, "You can cry!" You can definitely cry when you read this novel, but it's so worth it. In my review here on this blog, I quoted the opening lines: </p><p>"'Are you going to leave me again?'<br />
'Never.' His mother took his hand and swung it up and down. 'I promise I'll never leave you.'<br />
But one day, she did."</p><p> </p><p>A fairly recent read for me was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Solito-Memoir-Javier-Zamora-ebook/dp/B09N6T2S44/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2XZX15WZ3ZQZ5&keywords=solito&qid=1706339963&sprefix=solito%2Caps%2C372&sr=8-1">Solito: A Memoir</a>, by Javier Zamora. This is about a little boy and his journey from El Salvador to the US. Such a good book, and so very vividly written!</p><p><br /></p><p>I could go on much more, but these are a start for reading on this topic. You can find more information on many of these books on my blog - just do a search. <br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-54488932977844097322024-01-26T01:35:00.000-08:002024-01-26T02:02:08.812-08:00Poetry Friday: Golden-winged Warbler <p>It's early Friday afternoon in Uganda. It's a holiday here (Liberation Day), but I'm hard at work because we just got a new schedule and it's requiring a complete reworking of my thinking. I'm hoping to have a totally free Saturday as a result, though!<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Recently the American Birding Association named its Bird of the Year. Last year was the first time I was even aware that there was such a thing as the ABA Bird of the Year, and I posted about their choice for 2023, the Belted Kingfisher, <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/01/poetry-friday-kingfishers-and.html">here.</a> Liz Clayton Fuller, the illustrator who did the official painting of the bird used on the cover of the ABA magazine, chose to paint the female Belted Kingfisher and she called the result <i>Queenfisher</i>. </p><p> </p><p>The 2024 bird hasn't caught my imagination yet in quite the same way. It's one I haven't seen before (unlike the Belted Kingfisher). It's lovely, sure, but it has Near Threatened status, so I'm not terribly likely to see it. I may have to be contented just with knowing it exists. (See the photo from eBird, below.) It's the Golden-winged Warbler. (You can read about the bird and see this year's painting, which incorporates both of its habitats, <a href="https://www.aba.org/boy2024/#:~:text=January%204%2C%202024&text=Golden%2Dwinged%20Warbler%20is%20also,painting%2C%20“The%20Journey.”">here</a>.)<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCrvqoXDtLL93G0cDixLsOK4CBIxlw6s2Zy2-oEQmPig8G4in312lwAj9Tn0PgCF6_MO9mewiaTAwnE55afwRc05TDlsQ8VZGYNzmAalfQY-ROuNpo0Y2_2OXPb8coofBA72FeQsVS_43u-ilJq8Z9BNvyrLMykhbHYQdjx1d1cFFKI24YuoCkQ/s1800/1800.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCrvqoXDtLL93G0cDixLsOK4CBIxlw6s2Zy2-oEQmPig8G4in312lwAj9Tn0PgCF6_MO9mewiaTAwnE55afwRc05TDlsQ8VZGYNzmAalfQY-ROuNpo0Y2_2OXPb8coofBA72FeQsVS_43u-ilJq8Z9BNvyrLMykhbHYQdjx1d1cFFKI24YuoCkQ/s320/1800.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Source, eBird.com)<br /></div><div><p><br /></p><p>You can see from the photo and tell from the name that the golden color of this bird's wings and head is one of its most striking features. Thinking of gold made me remember how I always used to do a week of color poems with my seventh graders in Haiti, using the classic book <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Hailstones-Halibut-Bones-Adventures-Poetry/dp/0385410786/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3AOAJC5KI8J9U&keywords=hailstones+and+halibut+bones+by+mary+o%27neill&qid=1706260755&sprefix=hailstones%2Caps%2C582&sr=8-1">Hailstones and Halibut Bones: Adventures in Poetry and Color</a>, by Mary O'Neill. This would always inspire a spate of color poems from my students. I'd start with purple and gold, our school colors. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfa5Eo0g1hS70zfnmqb4EZqsBKuy3bf5MOoJkJctZtue7CdtP283RKNfcuv0XnjNT-Yols0zIlCrw7pyJoingltfW3XspveRT48DJDijHkto36ZfyPgo6SRMBq8n65LQJrNdvt3JmukrH2SVkQpTSwyqFBd4T2OZL9PsF5jQBskeBauYs4ztDkg/s475/512AE6K0TML.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="372" data-original-width="475" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfa5Eo0g1hS70zfnmqb4EZqsBKuy3bf5MOoJkJctZtue7CdtP283RKNfcuv0XnjNT-Yols0zIlCrw7pyJoingltfW3XspveRT48DJDijHkto36ZfyPgo6SRMBq8n65LQJrNdvt3JmukrH2SVkQpTSwyqFBd4T2OZL9PsF5jQBskeBauYs4ztDkg/s320/512AE6K0TML.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I got this photo of Mary O'Neill's gold poem from Amazon. My favorite lines are on the next page, which isn't pictured, and I don't have a copy of the book here with me in Uganda. But here's the rest of the poem:</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>Gold is the color of<br />Clover honey<br />Gold is a certain<br />Kind of money.<br />Gold is alive<br />In a flickering fish<br />That lives its life<br />In a crystal dish.<br />Gold is the answer<br />To many a wish.<br />Gold is feeling<br />Like a king<br />It’s like having the most<br />Of everything –<br />Long time ago<br />I was told<br />Yellow’s mother’s name<br />Is gold…<br /><br />Mary O’Neill<br />(from <u>Hailstones and Halibut Bones</u>)<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(My favorite lines are the ones about the "flickering fish.")</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I'm so thankful to live in a world full of color! (Or colour, as we spell it here in Uganda, with its British-influenced style of English.) Although I won't see any Golden-winged Warblers here, I do often see another brightly colored bird, and you can see my Birdtober poem about Ross's Turaco <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-seventeen-turaco.html">here</a>, along with glorious photos (obviously, not taken by me). </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You can see today's Poetry Friday roundup <a href="https://chickenspaghetti.typepad.com/chicken_spaghetti/2024/01/pi%C3%B1ata.html">here</a>, along with a great piñata poem and some wonderful piñata stamps. Thanks for hosting, Susan! <br /></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-53558670269901630002024-01-18T08:59:00.000-08:002024-01-19T10:03:19.014-08:00Poetry Friday: Fifty-Fifty<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifJS8sk4lMGi7ZJk3REwtNPsv6cTfrxWgGtH-0NiSO1NjD6p61_cK6PtIxF1FFjneXA1omdHaVugtcsbAQOJq14Czd8q2nY2CGY7R2ql0LvxKGEsDyvS4f3WmjYyzYtlQXYV278p1uQkubAO_2PjSoa8RNw07ablVTVT45IbqHNFfm9QABmKP4Sw/s200/poetry+friday+button-e1341309970195.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="136" data-original-width="200" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifJS8sk4lMGi7ZJk3REwtNPsv6cTfrxWgGtH-0NiSO1NjD6p61_cK6PtIxF1FFjneXA1omdHaVugtcsbAQOJq14Czd8q2nY2CGY7R2ql0LvxKGEsDyvS4f3WmjYyzYtlQXYV278p1uQkubAO_2PjSoa8RNw07ablVTVT45IbqHNFfm9QABmKP4Sw/s1600/poetry+friday+button-e1341309970195.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />Happy Poetry Friday! You can see today's roundup <a href="http://www.robynhoodblack.com/blog/posts/43900">here</a>.<br /><p></p><p> </p><p>I found this wonderful poem by Patricia Clark <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56190/fifty-fifty">here</a>, and then I wrote my own Kampala version. I'm loving seeing everyone's snow photos -- both my kids sent them -- but I'm also loving being in this warm place that I describe in my poem.<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="c-feature-hd">
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<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">You can have the grackle whistling blackly <br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
from the feeder as it tosses seed,<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
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if I can have the red-tailed hawk perched<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
imperious as an eagle on the high branch.<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
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You can have the brown shed, the field mice</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> hiding under the mower, the wasp’s nest on the door,</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
if I can have the house of the dead oak,<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
its hollowed center and feather-lined cave.<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
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You can have the deck at midnight, the possum<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
vacuuming the yard in its white prowl,<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
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if I can have the yard of wild dreaming, pesky<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
raccoons, and the roaming, occasional bear.<br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
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You can have the whole house, window to window,</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> roof to soffits to hardwood floors, </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"><br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
if I can have the screened porch at dawn, <br /></div>
the Milky Way, any comets in our yard.</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">Fifty-Fifty in Kampala<br />after Patricia Clark<br /><br /><br />You can have the peace <br />of the dark living room,<br />the glow of your screen,<br /><br />if I can have the back porch at sunrise<br />and the raucous alarm clock squawking <br />of the Hadada Ibis.<br /><br />You can have all the coffee paraphernalia<br />in the kitchen</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"><br />if I can have the sake jar full of feathers<br />that I’ve gathered from the ground outside.<br /><br />You can have <br />the fecundity of the compost bucket,<br />rotting secretly, silently, endlessly,<br /><br />if I can have<br />the last cookie in the cookie jar,<br />since you aren’t eating sugar these days.<br /><br />You can have the Vervet monkeys on the roof<br />gathered in families in the afternoons<br />and looking down on us<br /><br />if I can have <br />the sound of the African Wood-Owl at 2 AM<br />with you snoring softly beside me.</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> ©Ruth Bowen Hersey</div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"><br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"><br /></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"></div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"><br /><br /> </div><p> </p><p></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-6113322995373060342024-01-13T05:12:00.000-08:002024-01-13T07:58:15.664-08:00Reading Update<p><b>Book #1 of 2024</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/River-Gods-Genius-Courage-Betrayal-ebook/dp/B09BTJNJCX/ref=sr_1_1?crid=YQJ13XBT22QO&keywords=river+of+the+gods+by+candice+millard&qid=1705150192&sprefix=river+of+the+gods%2Caps%2C659&sr=8-1">River of the Gods: Genius, Courage, and Betrayal in the Search for the Source of the Nile</a>, by Candice Millard. I live close to the source of the Nile found in these pages, and I've visited it, so that made this book even more interesting to me. This is well-written, deeply researched, and fascinating all the way around. It did make me wonder why things in Uganda are still named after Speke, who turns out not to have been such a hero.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #2</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Spare-Duke-Sussex-Prince-Harry-ebook/dp/B0BCP3JP6F/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1705150424&sr=8-1">Spare</a>, by Prince Harry. I am glad I read this. I thought it was well-done, and I'm so curious about the process, since I know the Prince worked with a ghostwriter. (I just found <a href="https://english.elpais.com/culture/2023-05-10/prince-harrys-ghostwriter-opens-up-on-writing-spare-i-was-exasperated.html">this article</a> about the ghostwriter and I'm going to read it as soon as I finish writing this post.)</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #3</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Debunking-Myths-Forgive-Forget-Bruner-ebook/dp/B018HN7BNU/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FJU820H2MS8L&keywords=debunking+the+myths+of+forgive+and+forget&qid=1705150657&sprefix=debunking+the+myths+of+forgive+and+for%2Caps%2C355&sr=8-1">Debunking the Myths of Forgive-and-Forget</a>, by Kay Bruner. I have some people to forgive. I even put it on my list of goals for the year: "Forgive people." It's not a surprising admission; I can't imagine anyone could get to my age without having been seriously hurt. There are several folks that I keep thinking I've forgiven, and then I'll see their names on social media and feel a clenching in my stomach. I was encouraged while rereading <u>Letters to Malcolm</u> recently to find Lewis' description of realizing at one point that he had finally forgiven someone who had wronged him decades before. It's a process. I'm trying to read some books this year on forgiveness: what it is, how to do it. This was the first, which I'd read before, but which was worth reading again.</p><p> </p><p><b>Book #4</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Watership-Puffin-David-Parkins-2014-07-03/dp/B017POC1BY/ref=monarch_sidesheet">Watership Down</a>, by Richard Adams. I've been wanting to reread this book, which I last read about forty years ago, and I enjoyed it so much. I've read most of Adams' books but I'm going to try to see if there are any I've missed. He's a good writer.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #5</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Nora-Goes-Script-Annabel-Monaghan-ebook/dp/B09FP465DT/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1I965UTIVY8BL&keywords=nora+goes+off+script+kindle&qid=1705151178&sprefix=nora+goes+off+%2Caps%2C470&sr=8-1">Nora Goes Off Script</a>, by Annabel Monaghan. I really enjoyed this one. It's just the right combo of fluff and satisfying story. Surely there will be a movie.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #6 </b>was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/This-Time-Tomorrow-Emma-Straub-ebook/dp/B09H2H2VB4/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2CIW41BRU0I5Y&keywords=this+time+tomorrow+by+emma+straub&qid=1705151410&sprefix=this+time+tomorrow%2Caps%2C936&sr=8-1">This Time Tomorrow</a>, by Emma Straub, another book that I enjoyed hugely. It's about time travel and growing old and why and how we love the people we love. And it's on deep discount for Kindle right now, as I just found out while looking for the link. <br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-56162995404302400232024-01-11T21:58:00.000-08:002024-01-11T21:58:26.298-08:00Poetry Friday: Earthquake<p>It's Friday, and you know what that means! You can find today's Poetry Friday roundup <a href="http://traceykj.com/joomla/index.php/a-token-for-your-thoughts">here</a>. Tracey Kiff-Judson, our host, has done a deep dive into Monopoly tokens. Fascinating!</p><p><br /></p><p>For me, January 12th will always have a deep significance because it's the anniversary of the 2010 earthquake that struck Port-au-Prince at 4:53 on that Tuesday afternoon fourteen years ago. I now live thousands of miles from Port-au-Prince, but those memories are still vivid. </p><p><br /></p><p>It has been a while since I wrote an earthquake poem. The last time I posted a collection of my earthquake poems for the anniversary was 2021. You can see that post, along with the new poem I wrote that year, <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2021/01/poetry-friday-earthquake-poems.html">here</a>. I imagine I will write more earthquake poems some day, but I don't have a new one for this year. Today, I am invigilating (proctoring) exams in Uganda. How's that for unexpected? Certainly I would never have foreseen it on January 12th, 2010. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdg-wcgl1-d_Qz1HJBbUz0gWQs7AK_GSfRetkxl4SeDt1fHU-hAE1hrHoY11k9raUInjuisbRG8f4j3Qq94RywQ4aPZssD8DjK0iD9ERoGbdYkrRp3cHp2GCd-YFQcgOghVdj97EgniTfQHi5EYH_xSTxBvgEkKczR9qT8l-Sx_QhQaOm6Uj8YjQ/s3597/my%20poetry%20friday%20logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3597" data-original-width="2550" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdg-wcgl1-d_Qz1HJBbUz0gWQs7AK_GSfRetkxl4SeDt1fHU-hAE1hrHoY11k9raUInjuisbRG8f4j3Qq94RywQ4aPZssD8DjK0iD9ERoGbdYkrRp3cHp2GCd-YFQcgOghVdj97EgniTfQHi5EYH_xSTxBvgEkKczR9qT8l-Sx_QhQaOm6Uj8YjQ/s320/my%20poetry%20friday%20logo.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-82544155845202583612024-01-03T18:00:00.000-08:002024-01-04T07:31:13.975-08:00SJT and Poetry Friday and OLW, 2024<p> Since I started this blog in 2006, I've never posted so little as I did
in 2023, and fully half of the posts of the year were in October, when I
wrote daily bird poems. Not only did I write very little in 2023, but I didn't read much poetry,
either. I read novels and non-fiction. I don't have many of my poetry
books here with me in Uganda, and there's not that much poetry to be
found around me, either. I read some online, but I only posted in 21
Poetry Fridays last year, and on many of those days, I didn't find the
time to make the rounds and read everyone else's contributions. </p><p> </p><p>As always, I thought a lot about a word for the year. It's a time when newness has a big pull on us; we want to believe that things will be different with this new number on the calendar. But I just kept thinking that I wasn't done yet with last year's word, that I didn't want to pick a new one. In spite of my lack of reading and writing poetry last year, I loved my 2023 word, FEATHER. It's filled with the lightness and beauty I craved, and sometimes found, in 2023. I <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/01/sjt-and-poetry-friday-and-olw-all-in-one.html">wrote last January</a> about my reasons for choosing this word, and they haven't changed. It's my second New Year's in the same country, and I'm happy about that; lack of change can be a good thing. </p><p> </p><p>So this year I'm not changing my word. I'm keeping FEATHER. Maybe I'll just keep it from now on; who knows? </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dN8jqfHF-YxkxAnQHiW65SuIXhMBXFMIVYd_q-kESU1m0tahrmqSA9soALTWZvuKnqWxA8QpHrGv-9KwPLjIO4gNoracy_vPt5D2ICS1xs0BfnHciRvcUudvIDe-1Ji3raWCnPVtfVvHrLSdpgtSfOJiJruz0uX8Hng-xu-A3LPQKuo_kMSBwA/s4032/IMG_0586.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dN8jqfHF-YxkxAnQHiW65SuIXhMBXFMIVYd_q-kESU1m0tahrmqSA9soALTWZvuKnqWxA8QpHrGv-9KwPLjIO4gNoracy_vPt5D2ICS1xs0BfnHciRvcUudvIDe-1Ji3raWCnPVtfVvHrLSdpgtSfOJiJruz0uX8Hng-xu-A3LPQKuo_kMSBwA/s320/IMG_0586.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />Today I'm sharing a feathery poem by Matthew Brenneman about three distinctive birds. (Really, once you start paying attention, there's no such thing as a generic bird, any more than there is a generic place or a generic person.) I'll give you the first few lines of each bird, and then you can follow the links to read the rest. The first thing you learn when you start studying birding is not to anthropomorphize, but I can't help it. Which of these three birds is the most like you? I think at this time in my life, I'm maybe the most like the Barn Swallow of the middle stanza: "there's something to be said/For feathering a kind of heaven/On a few twigs and some frayed bits of thread,/From what she finds that she is given."<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Three Birds</p><p>Matthew Brenneman</p><p><br /></p><p>1. Albatross</p><p><br /></p><p>A thousand miles of gale-lashed sea</p><p>Is nothing to this wingèd mariner.</p><p>Of all the birds, he would prefer</p><p>This emptiness to earth's solidity,</p><p><br /></p><p>The gray abstraction of the waves</p><p>Rolling beneath great tapered wings, whose span</p><p>Would dwarf the stature of a man...</p><p><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?volume=178&issue=6&page=24">Here's the rest</a>.</p><p><br /></p><p>2. Barn Swallow</p><p><br /></p><p>A hanging porch-light's broken bulbless cup</p><p>Will do as well as anything.</p><p>She fits it to her purpose, flying up</p><p>With spoils of tugs and rummaging...</p><p><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?volume=178&issue=6&page=24">Here's the continuation, and then click to the next page for the rest.</a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>3. Snowy Egret</p><p> </p><p>Light rain lifting. Pond like glass.</p><p>The shadblow's given way to dogwood and</p><p>Forsythia, which summons bees</p><p>Through stands of arrowwood and sassafras. <br /></p><p>He loves this marsh, its rich interstices,</p><p>This confluence of sea and sky and land.</p><p> </p><p><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?volume=178&issue=6&page=25">Here's the rest.</a> <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/2024/01/04/spiritual-journey-one-little-word/">Check here for the SJT (Spiritual Journey Thursday) January roundup</a>, and <a href="https://www.marcieatkins.com/blog/">here for the Poetry Friday roundup for the week.</a></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEpGioX7wjaDY-tk5BhYpXfdAzxY3LRtyFsRqDDTwEKrh8ZCgc_TUblnjsZOFKEULSmm_kMdTHtNRBUf2-xbKzi4u5T_oPWKQMcpYlZGrcD404fZdaFN_1Y6LGlfF_0eJ21QvJICDArMt4-MSqS7HOcmIqiaLG7xUURtGkQbehzN09DJWiaibww/s500/spiritual-journey.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEpGioX7wjaDY-tk5BhYpXfdAzxY3LRtyFsRqDDTwEKrh8ZCgc_TUblnjsZOFKEULSmm_kMdTHtNRBUf2-xbKzi4u5T_oPWKQMcpYlZGrcD404fZdaFN_1Y6LGlfF_0eJ21QvJICDArMt4-MSqS7HOcmIqiaLG7xUURtGkQbehzN09DJWiaibww/s320/spiritual-journey.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /><p></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-26715042815992659802023-12-31T20:35:00.000-08:002024-01-09T00:25:23.907-08:00What I Read in 2023<p>The last two books I finished in 2023 were <b>book #90</b>, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Savor-Living-Abundantly-365-Day-Devotional/dp/0310464242/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2VBJUKVGIZ941&keywords=savor+shauna+niequist&qid=1704083080&sprefix=savor+shauna%2Caps%2C476&sr=8-1">Savor</a>, by Shauna Niequist, and <b>book #91</b>, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/You-Are-Beloved-Meditations-Devotional/dp/059344387X/ref=sr_1_1?crid=B196N0IKCSSC&keywords=you+are+the+beloved+henri+nouwen&qid=1704083139&sprefix=you+are+the+beloved%2Caps%2C344&sr=8-1">You Are the Beloved</a>, by Henri Nouwen.</p><p><br /></p><p>Here's the complete list of the rest of what I read in 2023:</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/01/reading-update.html">Books #1 - #4</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/02/reading-update.html">Books #5 - #10</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/03/reading-update.html">Books #11 - #14</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/04/reading-update.html">Books #15 - #20</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/05/reading-update.html">Books #22 - #25</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/06/reading-update.html">Books #26 - #36</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/08/reading-update.html">Books #37 - #55</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/reading-update.html">Books #56 - #66</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/reading-update_28.html">Books #67 - #73</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/11/reading-update.html">Books #74 - #77</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/12/reading-update.html">Books #78 - #83</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/12/reading-update_30.html">Books #84 - #89</a> <br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-22048515625856368272023-12-30T04:30:00.000-08:002023-12-30T04:30:51.512-08:00Reading Update<p><b>Book #84</b> of the year was <a href="https://gutenberg.ca/ebooks/lewiscs-letterstomalcolm/lewiscs-letterstomalcolm-00-h.html">Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer</a>, by C.S. Lewis. I'd read this several times before, and when I wanted to revisit it, I couldn't find a paper copy. My children introduced me to the Gutenberg Project, and the link is to their version, which I read on my screen. It's a good discussion of some aspects of prayer, framed as a series of letters to a friend, Malcolm.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #85 </b>was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/After-Do-Taylor-Jenkins-Reid-ebook/dp/B00GEEB8UC/ref=sr_1_1?crid=QN6CMA3CH52U&keywords=after+i+do+taylor+jenkins+reid&qid=1703937923&sprefix=after+I+do%2Caps%2C804&sr=8-1">After I Do</a>, by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Lauren and Ryan have been married for nine years, and it's not going well. They decide to separate for a year and then figure out what to do. This book is more substantive than that summary makes it sound, and I enjoyed my third book by this author.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #86</b> was a title I've been seeing everywhere: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Enchantment-Awakening-Wonder-Anxious-Age-ebook/dp/B0B4RJ7PVW/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1703938270&sr=8-1">Enchantment: Awakening Wonder in an Anxious Age</a>, by Katherine May. I found it didn't fully live up to its hype, but as with <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/reading-update_28.html">Wintering</a>, there were some bits I really loved. </p><p> </p><p>A taste: “One night I press the button on my electric toothbrush to find it with only the lowest burr of its battery left. The engine inside can barely shift the bristles. I see it clearly for the first time: this is me. I am out of charge. I’ve been leaking out energy for too long, and I don’t know how to get it back again. <br /><br />Waking in the middle of that night, I remember something I used to do. I pad downstairs to greet the moon, and then sit in a garden chair and kick off my slippers. I let my bare feet make contact with the cold patio tiles, and I feel the tingle of exchange between the earth and me, the instant reciprocity. I close my eyes and let my mind sink downwards. I relieve myself of the duty to search for language. I let myself feel instead.”</p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #87</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/If-He-Had-Been-Me/dp/1728205484/ref=sr_1_1?crid=QUXUMIC5Q5LY&keywords=if+he+had+been+with+me&qid=1703938606&sprefix=if+he+had+been+with+me%2Caps%2C817&sr=8-1">If He Had Been With Me</a>, by Laura Nowlin. This reminded me of something written in a hurry by a teenager, right down to the frequent lack of punctuation. But I kept reading, thinking there was going to be a big twist. There really wasn't. </p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #88</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/My-Hands-Came-Away-Red-ebook/dp/B07H3F5W8Q/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8">My Hands Came Away Red</a>, by Lisa McKay. This is the story of a short-term mission trip gone unexpectedly traumatic. I found it very readable and compelling.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #89</b> was Jonathan Martin's <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Book-Waiting-Reflections-Advent-Christmas-ebook/dp/B0CPMHDZD8/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3IEFAZZBOR3JL&keywords=the+book+of+waiting&qid=1703939259&s=digital-text&sprefix=the+book+of+waiting%2Cdigital-text%2C369&sr=1-1">The Book of Waiting: Reflections on Advent and Christmas</a>. This is a quick read, at about 85 pages. I like Martin's writing, and while this one wasn't as intense as his others I have read, it was worth reading, and I'll probably revisit it next Christmas. <br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-80793380720335559232023-12-14T18:00:00.000-08:002023-12-14T18:00:00.163-08:00Poetry Friday: Last Day of School in 2023<p>I shared <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44142/messiah-christmas-portions">Mark Doty's poem </a>twice before on this blog, once <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2011/12/poetry-friday-messiah-christmas.html">in 2011</a> and once <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2014/12/poetry-friday-mark-doty.html">in 2014</a>. It seems perfect for this last day of school until January. </p><p><br /></p><div class="tab-content active" id="poem-top">
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<span><span style="font-size: medium;">Messiah (Christmas Portions)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
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<span class="author">By <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/mark-doty"> Mark Doty</a> </span>
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A little heat caught </div>
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in gleaming rags, </div>
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in shrouds of veil, </div>
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torn and sun-shot swaddlings: </div>
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over the Methodist roof, </div>
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two clouds propose a Zion </div>
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of their own, blazing </div>
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(colors of tarnish on copper) </div>
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<em>Messiah</em>, pouring, in their best </div>
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blacks and whites, onto the raked stage. </div>
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cloudbank of familiar angels: </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44142/messiah-christmas-portions">Here's the rest.</a> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;"><a href="https://janicescully.com/">Janice</a> is hosting the roundup today. Head on over and see what everyone else is sharing!<br /></div><p></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-42196380389167451132023-12-10T06:33:00.000-08:002023-12-13T21:13:50.973-08:00Reading Update <p><b>Book #78</b> of the year was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Daisy-Jones-Taylor-Jenkins-Reid-ebook/dp/B07DMZ5YR9/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2W4VZ7OQ37T22&keywords=daisy+jones+and+the+six+book&qid=1702217615&sprefix=daisy+jones+and+the+six%2Caps%2C1257&sr=8-1">Daisy Jones and the Six</a>, by Taylor Jenkins Reid. This is a completely absorbing story, told in the format of an oral history. It's the story of an album, and how creativity works, and the mess that substance abuse makes of lives. It's the story of many people behaving badly, and of music being made anyway. I could hardly put it down.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #79</b> was a reread, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Inspired-Slaying-Giants-Walking-Loving-ebook/dp/B077CXDKYB/ref=sr_1_4?crid=QPAVP7JK7D24&keywords=inspired+book&qid=1702217817&sprefix=inspired+%2Caps%2C1401&sr=8-4">Inspired</a>, by Rachel Held Evans. I read this when it first came out, and wrote <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2019/01/reading-update.html">this very unexcited review</a>. I liked it much better this time around. Just as <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2015/06/reading-update.html">Searching for Sunday</a> was a love letter to the church, this one is a love letter to scripture, and her experience with it. Rachel Held Evans was someone who wasn't afraid to ask questions. I really wish she were still around.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #80</b> was something I read with my book club, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Watchmakers-Daughter-Story-Heroine-Corrie-ebook/dp/B0BFX32H6C/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3187RXQTUHY6I&keywords=the+watchmaker%27s+daughter&qid=1702218135&sprefix=the+watchmak%2Caps%2C1134&sr=8-1">The Watchmaker's Daughter: The True Story of World War II Heroine Corrie Ten Boom</a>, by Larry Loftis. Although I already knew many of the details of this story, it was definitely worth reading and discussing.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #81</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Underland-Deep-Journey-Robert-Macfarlane-ebook/dp/B07JRCS6J5/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2ERCHLN98PMIS&keywords=underland+robert+macfarlane+book&qid=1702218267&sprefix=underland%2Caps%2C574&sr=8-1">Underland: A Deep Time Journey</a>, by Robert Macfarlane. I've been reading this book for more than a year. It's not a quick read, and it's not an uplifting one, but it's completely fascinating. A taste: "Philip Larkin famously proposed that what will survive of us is love. Wrong. What will survive of us is plastic, swine bones and lead-207, the stable isotope at the end of the uranium-235 decay chain." </p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #82</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/High-Flyer-Novel-Benets-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B0012D1DBE/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=the+high+flyer&qid=1702218514&sr=8-1">The High Flyer</a>, by Susan Howatch. I read this trilogy (this is the second one) a long time ago. Frankly it's not her best stuff, and it's not nearly as good as the Starbridge series, but it has its flashes of Howatch. I wish she'd written more books - I've read all of hers. I found this one in a second-hand bookstore recently and decided to reread it.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #83</b> was Robert Galbraith's latest installment of the Cormoran Strike series, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Running-Grave-Cormoran-Strike-Novel-ebook/dp/B0C3CKHR3F/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1TDGFQIJCAIY8&keywords=the+running+grave+by+robert+galbraith&qid=1702218688&sprefix=the+running+grave%2Caps%2C571&sr=8-1">The Running Grave</a>. This is a book about a cult. It's really hard reading in places, because it's almost unbearably painful and suspenseful. Not really my kind of book, but I couldn't stop reading it.<br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-90355175994168378922023-11-23T03:49:00.000-08:002023-11-25T21:43:25.980-08:00Poetry Friday Roundup is Here, and Taxonomy! <p>Welcome, welcome! I'm so happy to have you here in my little corner of the Web. This post goes live on Thanksgiving Day, and so I'm asking you, if you're willing, to include something in addition to your poem, or in your poem, to be thankful for, some reason that your life contains joy in spite of all the horror that goes on in this world. <b>Leave your link in the comments</b> and I'll round up the old-fashioned way. Remember that I'm eight hours ahead of Eastern Time, so I may be sleeping sometimes when you're awake, plus Friday is a workday for me. I'll get everything up there as fast as I can! I have comment moderation enabled, so you won't see your comment immediately. </p><p> </p><p>For me, the birds have been helping me a lot in the past few years. I got seriously into birding in 2019, when we in Haiti were in a political lockdown for weeks and weeks (we were in person at school only 14 weeks that school year). I decided to learn the birds in my yard, and then as time went on, I became increasingly obsessed. Now that I live in Uganda, I am blessed to be in one of the world's best places for birding. Unfortunately it's not (or at least my house isn't) one of the best places for attending webinars, as I tried to recently to learn about the 2023 eBird/Clements taxonomy update. I'll have to watch the recording instead, as I got kicked off the webinar again and again until finally I gave up 45 minutes in. But even in the few glimpses I had of the speakers and what they had to say, I decided that taxonomy is something I'm thankful for this year. It just makes me feel better about the planet that there are human beings who care so much about getting these tiny distinctions right, about expanding our knowledge of the birds. This year, according to eBird, the "update includes 3 newly described species, 124 species gained
because of splits, and 16 species lost through lumps, resulting in a net
gain of 111 species and a new total of 11,017 species worldwide!" (You can read more about it at their post <a href="https://ebird.org/news/2023-taxonomy-update?utm_campaign=BOW%20webinars%20-%20FY2024&utm_medium=email&_hsmi=281414388&_hsenc=p2ANqtz-_IQlZZV1nYmbJBafKMqvB6yRvzzS55vHgAmyFoUJq8QTdjLbRi6uM-tOcy9deanJScepjdScqjovV6N2n6jZtyyTG_iA&utm_content=281416266&utm_source=hs_email">here</a>.)</p><p> </p><p>So I decided to write an ode to this wonderful science, taxonomy.</p><p> </p><p>Ode to Taxonomy<br /><br />Taxonomy,<br />you clean the closet,<br />sort the junk drawer,<br />alphabetize the shelves:<br />a place for everything<br />and everything in its place.<br /><br />Taxonomy,<br />you pay attention,<br />study the DNA,<br />tend to the lumping and the splitting,<br />notice the tiniest details.<br /><br />Taxonomy,<br />you’re a dragon<br />clawing contentedly through its horde,<br />seeing what’s there<br />and feeling richer.<br /><br />But <br />Taxonomy,<br />you’re also poetry:<br />putting words to the silvery flashes<br />of feather and beak,<br />giving language to the overwhelming masses<br />of teeming life,<br />naming what is.<br /><br />The world is ours to love,<br />ours to see and appreciate,<br />ours to let be,<br />ours to learn <br />and know by name.<br /><br />Taxonomy,<br />you see to all that. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /> ©Ruth Bowen Hersey</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>The first poem is in already, from <a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/2023/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form">Linda</a>, who has a collection of gems, as always! Thank you, Linda, and Happy Thanksgiving! Like you, I'm thankful for this community! </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://weewordsforweeones.blogspot.com/2023/11/camera-roll-23-living-tower-lebensturm.html">Bridget</a> is in from Switzerland with "a silly take on local real estate." She and all those other critters are thankful for a place to live!</p><p> </p><p><a href="https://janicescully.com/happy-thanksgiving-and-ravens-again/">Janice</a> is reading and writing about ravens! I have to get that book!</p><p><br /></p><p>The Poetry Sisters are writing like Valerie Worth today! Hooray! I love Valerie Worth's writing and am looking forward to all her worthy imitators. The first one to show up is <a href="https://moreart4all.wordpress.com/2023/11/23/poetry-friday-poem-prompt-valerie-worth/">Michelle</a>, who has two lovely entries. <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://myjuicylittleuniverse.blogspot.com/2023/11/ncte23-record-set.html">Heidi</a> is marking Thankstaking (go read the explanation) and Climate Friday. Here we all are, knowing...<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I was really hoping I'd be able to access Jone's post this time, but nope, still can't. Although I can't read it, I hope you can. You can find it <a href="https://www.jonerushmacculloch.com/blog/poetry-friday-week-47-thankful-and-an-invitation">here</a>.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://laurasalas.com/poems-for-teachers/hawk-inspired-by-valerie-worths-small-poems/">Laura's</a> done a Valerie Worth poem too, and hers is about a hawk! You know I love that!</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.teacherdance.org/2023/11/poetry-friday-good-things-outside.html">Linda B.'s </a>also doing Valerie Worth, and encouraging us to get outside! I would love to, but I'm in a class with my ninth graders taking a test (don't worry, I can see them well from my desk), so I can't right now. Later, though...</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://alanjwrightpoetrypizzazz.blogspot.com/2023/11/ruby-delfonzos-lunchbox-poem.html">Alan</a> was inspired by an ordinary event to write a great little poem! </p><p><br /></p><p>I'm pausing during a lull (as there are no new comments in my inbox) to reread the roundup so far and realize it contains entirely too many exclamation marks. All the poetry makes me giddy. I can't blame it on Thanksgiving dinner because we aren't eating that until tomorrow. I will try to be less flighty, but I can't guarantee anything.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://ayearofreading.org/2023/11/24/poetry-friday-in-the-style-of-valerie-worth/">Mary Lee</a> has a poem in the style of Valerie Worth, too, and hers is about something so small but with so much potential: a ladybug larva. And she's thankful for creativity in all its forms.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://saralewisholmes.blogspot.com/2023/11/poetry-friday-in-style-of-valerie-worth.html ">Sara</a> is looking at small things with the Poetry Sisters, and she's written about lentils and a doorstop. I'm loving these Valerie Worth poems!</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://lizgartonscanlon.com/poetry-project-november-2023/">Liz</a> is sharing some Valerie Worth poems too. My favorite lines: "A dog-eared page/creased like a collar,/like a paper crane..." </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://missrumphiuseffect.blogspot.com/2023/11/poetry-sisters-write-in-style-of.html">Tricia's</a> attic poem is so evocative that I feel like I'm there. And the photo of her son's writer's notebook is priceless, too.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/2023/11/24/poetry-friday-bird-poem/">Margaret's</a> eagle poem shows how connected we can feel to natural things, especially birds! Her photo is lovely, too.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://tanitasdavis.com/wp/?p=13198">Tanita</a> has written some wonderful Valerie Worth style poems, specifically choosing small things likely to be overlooked. <span style="font-family: inherit;">"May we," writes Tanita, "by being open, inventive, expressive, and
questioning, live our uncertainty and questions into answers that change
everything."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Patricia visited but left a link to my blog instead of hers. Patricia, come back and link me!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://irenelatham.blogspot.com/2023/11/if-sun-had-shoes.html">Irene</a> is imagining "If the Sun Had Shoes." And she's been having a wonderful time walking around in her own shoes!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2023/11/poetrypals-november-challenge.html">Carol</a> is writing Valerie Worth poems too, and hers are all about Thanksgiving. Sounds delicious and beautiful! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://mrsdkrebs.edublogs.org/2023/11/24/poetry-friday-giving-thanks/">Denise </a>is imagining "the last love letter" she'll write, and she has some questions that I also would like to ask. Thanks, Denise!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://patriciajfranz.com/blog-let-there-be-light/ ">Patricia</a> is sharing three beautiful poems that are responses to how things are right now.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thanks, everyone, for participating! I hope you all had a wonderful Poetry Friday!<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-91978182723962695382023-11-17T05:34:00.000-08:002023-11-17T05:34:46.581-08:00Poetry Friday: Looking Forward to Welcoming You Next Week<p>I'm hosting next week! My husband and I are hosting Thanksgiving at our house on Saturday (this isn't a local holiday, and Thursday is a work day). And I'm hosting Poetry Friday next week too. </p><p> </p><p>The world is having a tough time right now, isn't it? I think it's a good time to search for some things we're thankful for, because we sure can see a lot of heartbreak wherever we look. So when you come to Poetry Friday next week, and leave your link in my comments, could you tell us something good, something that shows you that there's still joy to be had? When I used to teach English, we'd write odes at the end of November, focusing on something we loved extravagantly. Feel free to show the heartbreak too. That's all part of it. </p><p><br /></p><p>Here's a poem:</p><p><br /></p><p>I Wanted to be Surprised</p><p>by Jane Hirshfield</p><p><br /></p><p>To such a request, the world is obliging.</p><p><br /></p><p>In just the past week, a rotund porcupine,</p><p>who seemed equally startled by me.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://poets.org/poem/i-wanted-be-surprised">Keep reading for more surprising things.</a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>See you next week! And be sure to visit <a href="https://irenelatham.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-last-poem-poetry-friday-roundup-is.html">Irene's roundup!</a></p><p> </p><p>P.S. Here's something that surprised me this week: a woolly mammoth, left in my classroom. <br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9SrzI1PafBwaYSxFbTv-YZrS6IPF9qgHJTlH1a8tiFryEXfd60asmFXJBoqF9EXNbcLUreom07sS0lTj1fvoOhIOKjS6ZtujCOqQWDk_rJwoVAEAF1aqAt-eDgld8AzXcJYn2ixtBqlrJQ8rUqA7FvsasC5GncF0lUPGoCGSZ73u9K9OimgOZmQ/s3117/IMG_0366.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3117" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9SrzI1PafBwaYSxFbTv-YZrS6IPF9qgHJTlH1a8tiFryEXfd60asmFXJBoqF9EXNbcLUreom07sS0lTj1fvoOhIOKjS6ZtujCOqQWDk_rJwoVAEAF1aqAt-eDgld8AzXcJYn2ixtBqlrJQ8rUqA7FvsasC5GncF0lUPGoCGSZ73u9K9OimgOZmQ/s320/IMG_0366.heic" width="310" /></a></div><br /> <br /><p></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-83051995003284445452023-11-14T05:21:00.000-08:002023-11-19T20:18:13.758-08:00Reading Update<p><b>Book #74</b> of the year was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Cassandra-Reverse-Novel-Holly-Smale-ebook/dp/B0B9NMTKR5/ref=sr_1_1?crid=NZFMZ0OVWQHF&keywords=cassandra+in+reverse&qid=1699967559&sprefix=cassandra+in+%2Caps%2C343&sr=8-1">Cassandra in Reverse</a>, by Holly Smale. This book wasn't what I thought it was going to be, and it kept on surprising me every time I thought I had it figured out. I loved the mythology connections and I loved the way we gradually found out what was really going on with Cassandra. This one was a lot of fun but also very affecting.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #75</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/How-All-Began-Small-Town-Romance-ebook/dp/B0CGMXMN9N/ref=sr_1_1?crid=18TEYWGFRIQCG&keywords=how+it+all+began+fiona+west&qid=1699967689&sprefix=how+it+all+began%2Caps%2C396&sr=8-1">How it All Began</a>, by Fiona West. This latest book in the Timber Falls series goes back in time to tell the story of how some of the older characters got together. I enjoyed this very much!</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #76</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Wonder-Worker-Novel-Benets-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B005HE7YIK/ref=sr_1_1?crid=20CINSUUZO7TM&keywords=the+wonder+worker&qid=1699967822&sprefix=the+wonder+worker%2Caps%2C338&sr=8-1">The Wonder Worker</a>, by Susan Howatch. I read this series a long time ago, and recently I found the second one in the series in a used bookstore. I started reading it and then realized it was the second, so I had to go back and read the first. This trilogy, set in London, has some of the same characters as the Starbridge novels. These books are wilder and ultimately I like them less than the other series, but I couldn't stop reading, anyway.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Book #77</b> was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homecoming-Novel-Kate-Morton-ebook/dp/B0B71P2M77/ref=sr_1_2?crid=8F3QGJX4CA2O&keywords=homecoming&qid=1699967957&sprefix=homecomi%2Caps%2C729&sr=8-2">Homecoming</a>, by Kate Morton. This is a family story set in different generations and different countries. It's full of surprises and it's ultimately healing and redemptive. <br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-19247654973175832112023-11-11T02:52:00.002-08:002023-11-12T21:19:31.059-08:00Poetry Friday: Mud, Mud<p>It's not Poetry Friday -- more like Poetry Saturday -- here in Uganda. <a href="https://karenedmisten.blogspot.com/2023/11/poetry-friday-im-hosting-no.html">(Here's yesterday's roundup.</a>) I'm taking a break from a stack of lesson planning and grading to tell you that National Poetry Month is still going on, since this week I received a NPM postcard from <a href="https://irenelatham.blogspot.com/">Irene</a> that has been in the mail for six months. I also received two birthday cards, and my birthday is in February. So those have been in the mail for about nine months. A friend got an invitation to a wedding that took place in June. </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyuT7N4B0jmInQsHaCfMXmt9QpHbWHyyU2U0iXct7f2P8Tyn9WScCLsv-Ijr_uY0P4c3docnMPzo6QLMXqTYRu_Nik5mC34r2slMRptiRuWCzBxQr1CBUQIJq3X5_HtpydmblPtc0zzgYGm4J5D0QD8BAK6hs9iS9LvjCXDMR6cRbP26_tH6Oypw/s3024/IMG_0349.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2847" data-original-width="3024" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyuT7N4B0jmInQsHaCfMXmt9QpHbWHyyU2U0iXct7f2P8Tyn9WScCLsv-Ijr_uY0P4c3docnMPzo6QLMXqTYRu_Nik5mC34r2slMRptiRuWCzBxQr1CBUQIJq3X5_HtpydmblPtc0zzgYGm4J5D0QD8BAK6hs9iS9LvjCXDMR6cRbP26_tH6Oypw/s320/IMG_0349.heic" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p>In addition to reflections that the Ugandan postal service is not fast, but does work, this postcard gave rise to thoughts about hippos, and I decided to share with you a song I remember from my childhood, "The Hippopotamus Song," by Flanders and Swann.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1QW85kfakJc" width="320" youtube-src-id="1QW85kfakJc"></iframe></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>It's the rainy season, and therefore the muddy season, here where I live, so this is appropriate listening. I have heard that Lake Victoria does have hippopotami in it, but so far I haven't seen once since moving here. </p><p><br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-61822719976594309262023-11-02T19:00:00.032-07:002023-11-05T03:03:33.515-08:00Poetry Friday: All of Birdtober! <p>Here are all the Birdtober posts from 2023! I'm also including links to my Birdtober content from 2021 and 2022. I've hardly written anything this whole year, but it felt good to make myself write a bunch all at once.</p><p> </p><p>I'm going to try not to just disappear now until I host the roundup the day after Thanksgiving! Make sure to visit today's roundup <a href="https://www.buffysilverman.com/">here</a>.<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-one-blue-winged-pitta.html">Day One: Blue-winged Pitta </a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-two-cuban-trogon.html">Day Two: Cuban Trogon</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-three-eastern-rosella.html">Day Three: Eastern Rosella</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-four-superb-fruit-dove.html">Day Four: Superb Fruit-Dove</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-five-common-tailorbird.html">Day Five: Common Tailorbird</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/poetry-friday-birdtober-day-six.html">Day Six: Albatross</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-seven-bearded-reedling.html">Day Seven: Bearded Reedling</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-eight-pin-tailed-whydah.html">Day Eight: Pin-tailed Whydah</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-nine-peregrine-falcon.html">Day Nine: Peregrine Falcon</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-ten-strawberry-finch.html">Day Ten: Strawberry Finch</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-eleven-magnificent.html">Day Eleven: Magnificent Frigatebird</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-twelve-azure-tit.html">Day Twelve: Azure Tit</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/poetry-friday-birdtober-day-thirteen.html">Day Thirteen: Potoo</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-fourteen-scarlet-ibis.html">Day Fourteen: Scarlet Ibis</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-fifteen-white-naped-crane.html">Day Fifteen: White-naped Crane</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-sixteen-cattle-egret.html">Day Sixteen: Cattle Egret</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-seventeen-turaco.html">Day Seventeen: Turaco</a></p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-eighteen-cape-batis.html">Day Eighteen: Cape Batis</a> </p><p><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-nineteen-pink-robin.html">Day Nineteen: Pink Robin</a></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-twenty-pine-grosbeak.html">Day Twenty: Pine Grosbeak</a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-twenty-one-bluethroat.html">Day Twenty-One: Bluethroat</a> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-twenty-two-bohemian.html">Day Twenty-Two: Bohemian Waxwing</a> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-twenty-three-black-headed.html">Day Twenty-Three: Black-headed Gull</a> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-twenty-four-ornate-hawk.html">Day Twenty-Four: Ornate Hawk-Eagle</a> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-twenty-five-mandarin-duck.html">Day Twenty-Five: Mandarin Duck</a> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-twenty-six-emu.html">Day Twenty-Six: Emu</a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/poetry-friday-birdtober-day-twenty.html">Day Twenty-Seven: Blue Penguin</a> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-twenty-eight-galah.html">Day Twenty-Eight: Galah</a> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-twenty-nine-hadada-ibis.html">Day Twenty-Nine: Hadada Ibis</a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-thirty-allens-hummingbird.html">Day Thirty: Allen's Hummingbird</a> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/10/birdtober-day-thirty-one-spotted-owl.html">Day Thirty-One: Spotted Owl</a></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2022/10/birdtober-links-to-all-poems-2022.html">Birdtober Posts, 2022</a> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2021/10/birdtober-links-to-all-poems.html">Birdtober Posts, 2021</a></p><p style="text-align: left;"> <br /></p><p></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-69606762642840026122023-10-30T19:00:00.008-07:002023-10-30T19:00:00.149-07:00Birdtober Day Thirty-One: Spotted Owl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIeP2Re2j4TxzHeXWVVO5J0cApd6mCl7bunI2VkBJppxjmn6ixEI2xs3D8zbKTZP0TnU63F9TqZxEKIZISZAwsw0v33l5JNnAXXyl-N0aAwHmCzbsKyH_ZZ0T4PycoxAL99c6LfsvTzXgD3qKOLrMlpGDd5UEFSKaXMjpGY-DWiLM9fOiFlXdHQ/s1800/1800-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIeP2Re2j4TxzHeXWVVO5J0cApd6mCl7bunI2VkBJppxjmn6ixEI2xs3D8zbKTZP0TnU63F9TqZxEKIZISZAwsw0v33l5JNnAXXyl-N0aAwHmCzbsKyH_ZZ0T4PycoxAL99c6LfsvTzXgD3qKOLrMlpGDd5UEFSKaXMjpGY-DWiLM9fOiFlXdHQ/s320/1800-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Source: eBird.com</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">The Spotted Owl is best known by non-birding people as the poster child for environmentalist excesses. In the eighties and nineties there was a kerfuffle between loggers and environmentalists, and in the news this was presented as a zero sum game. Either the birds would survive, or people would. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Once I was asked to give a devotional to a Christian group, and I talked, with photos, about the local birds in that place, and how the Bible tells us to "consider the birds." Jesus Himself talked about the value of birds and how they are emblematic of God's care for His creation. After I spoke, the leader of the group began the main part of the meeting by asking the people to prioritize several worthy causes, like ending world hunger, providing employment, spreading the gospel. In a nod to my presentation, he added protecting birds to his list, and then laughingly commented that of course nobody would ever put <i>that</i> high in their priorities. But like the Spotted Owl controversy, this misses the point. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Protecting the environment is good for <i>everybody. </i>We shouldn't have to choose between caring for people and caring for nature. Biodiversity makes life healthier for human beings. Spotted Owls are a complex case (you can read more about that <a href="https://www.scu.edu/environmental-ethics/resources/ethics-and-the-environment-the-spotted-owl/">here</a> and <a href="https://sites.evergreen.edu/ccc/mineralstimber/owls-loggers-and-resistance-on-the-west-coast/">here</a>), but I think a step in the right direction would be to stop seeing environmental protection as a contest between humans and wildlife. Can we compromise in ways that will help both? We are all part of the delicate balance, and the whole system will be poorer if any of us cease to be.</p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLiJnPv6AS3zqJvRQyOA9xw-EMSJ7VoEUo2hdCQxGZbWeZEwsRK_BdUxT_WcSAul-sHgeexfuJJSH5icW3DHHZFSEDDRW797rC94IO8UiAnMwcAS-ovUbVIAhEZhh6JKo2jLFYQiZ5uayvQN1mx2jpHd0lWUi5aJbPDhlxrP45JZDIhAQta2evw/s241/Shirt.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="241" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLiJnPv6AS3zqJvRQyOA9xw-EMSJ7VoEUo2hdCQxGZbWeZEwsRK_BdUxT_WcSAul-sHgeexfuJJSH5icW3DHHZFSEDDRW797rC94IO8UiAnMwcAS-ovUbVIAhEZhh6JKo2jLFYQiZ5uayvQN1mx2jpHd0lWUi5aJbPDhlxrP45JZDIhAQta2evw/s1600/Shirt.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Source: https://sites.evergreen.edu/ccc/mineralstimber/owls-loggers-and-resistance-on-the-west-coast/<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">In the quiet night</p><p style="text-align: center;">Spotted Owl waits for its prey</p><p style="text-align: center;">Hopes for survival<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">©Ruth Bowen Hersey</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2V7Xg1FVS2ZQz245m3IthQ2xQLSveXNPLTOR7u5YTxyBBNCt5gMSUfYv8O-lyrvGpGe78wWcwqOjxCaJkyvixShfDrFxgc5NUfUBiNeYxExj61ulGAlgsbXZtDNrPmTdgujIjTdXe5vs40AKz48bylx_9qPZR8RPJaxP7786YLWJ1hC_RDcYRTw/s500/Birdtober%20List%202023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2V7Xg1FVS2ZQz245m3IthQ2xQLSveXNPLTOR7u5YTxyBBNCt5gMSUfYv8O-lyrvGpGe78wWcwqOjxCaJkyvixShfDrFxgc5NUfUBiNeYxExj61ulGAlgsbXZtDNrPmTdgujIjTdXe5vs40AKz48bylx_9qPZR8RPJaxP7786YLWJ1hC_RDcYRTw/s320/Birdtober%20List%202023.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.com0