” My Brother’s Rock “

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Pressed two into one my brother’s rock.
From long ago we walked the block.
The fossil, truly a glacier rock.
I’ve carried it from block to block.
My brothers gone, no walks, no talks from around the block.
No birthdays, no ball games, but thirty six years later,
I still have my brother’s rock.
ROCK ON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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“Nothing to fear, but your ownself.”

As people most of us fear what we don’t understand. Afraid, few people honestly explore the unknown. But we love to make uninformed judgements.

It’s interesting how we all possess the ability to influence each other. We can condem a person ridicule them, or praise them simply on each persons opinion. True that is human nature, and it does set some sort of guidelines for appropriate behavior or the so called societal norm, if there truly is a norm.

However we can also be positive role models. We can be inspiring role models who exhibit a life and behavior that of which another would choose to immulate.

In juxtaposition we can be the opposite, a negative role model. If you are being judgemental, closed minded and opinionated you are not a positive role model. You are not implementing empathy, so obviously you are not able to show any compassion nor understanding of anything unless it is of your own belief system.

So as we assess each others lives or behaviors as many of us do, try to be open minded. When you make judgements of a family member, of a friend or foe, you really need to understand their situation, lifestyle and culture especially if different than your own. You should not condem simply based on your personal belief system or your projected image of societial norms.
You cannot pass judgement on things you don’t understand or fear, you need empathy.

However in order to actually employ empathy you need to effectively communicate. We all hear about bullying in schools. We all hear about terrible stories associated with bullying. As adults we bully too. Gossip, rumors, exaggerated stories is not communication only fabrication. It is bullying.

The prejudice judge who politically conceals his bias, The preacher preaching poetic philosophy from a psychological perspective, the paranoid prosecutor who fears public opionion. The vigilante neighbor, none of them can be fair and impartial. But we hold them up as role models??

They cannot be objective nor unbiased especially without communication and empathy. THEY ARE HIPPOCRITES. Role models yes but of what???

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Aunt Eleanor’s Coffee Table

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My great Aunt Eleanor’s coffee table becomes art. As a young artist I would work for my aunt doing odd jobs. I spent several summers working for her painting her house, mowing the yard, resurfacing her driveway and so on.

My aunt was one of those very proper ladies. She was a retired teacher. She also had a great love of art and she did alot of painting herself. I enjoyed my summers with my aunt. Eleanor would talk to me often about art and she would show me her latest piece she was working on. I would periodically bring my art to her home for a critique.

She would pay me for my work on her home and she would randomly give me an unusual item from time to time.
One day after completing my work for the day she took me into one of the bedrooms and ask if I would like a painting that hung on the wall. The painting was large, a landscape of a forest scene with a deer in it. The picture measured 44″x48″. Unfortunately the painting done by her grandfather was not in very good condition. However the turn of the century classic frame was awesome and in excellant condition. Thats 1900’s turn of the century, I took the art happily. I still have the frame to this day hanging in my home some thirty years later.

So on a differant visit she offered me an old coffee table. I took the some what wobbely table even though the legs slightly unstable and the style not really me. But I liked the wood. After several years of the table being in my studio I one day removed the top and made Aunt Eleanor’s Coffee Table into the abstract wood collage you now see. It also hangs in my home. Thanks Aunt Eleanor miss you.