Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Ides of February

An ancient Roman fertility festival, Lupercalis, observed annually on February 15 was turned into a Christian feast day. Pope Gelasius set its observance a day earlier in honor of a kindly Bishop executed on February 14, 270 AD. Valentine in some way helped his jailer Asterius' blind daughter. Read more at http://www.theholidayspot.com/valentine/history_of_valentine.htm. It's said before his execution, he asked for a pen and paper from his jailer and signed a farewell message, "From Your Valentine".

Geoffrey Chaucer, author of The Canterbury Tales, took quite a few liberties with history. He'd drop his poetic characters into real-life historical events leaving readers wondering if that's what really happened. There is no actual record of Valentine's Day before Chaucer's poem in 1375. Parliament of Foules links the tradition of courtly love to the St Valentine's feast day. “For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne’s day / Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate,” - he wrote and maybe invented Valentine's Day as we now know it.

Valentine’s Day can be a reminder that you’re not in a romantic relationship, whether you’re single or pair bonded. Intimacy is felt by everyone in an individual way. Looking back on past relationships there were times I felt connected to my partner but those same moments weren’t shimmering images in their mind. This idea of shared intimacy puts a lot of pressure on us whether we’re feeling lonely in love or simply alone. In my life I have felt lonely or disconnected from others, even in social situations or during celebrations.

What brings you joy? I find joy in simple pleasures. Taking time out to relax and play a game of Scrabble with someone who is my equal. This and other activities can be done on a shoestring budget. Take a walk or leisurely bike ride together in a pretty neighborhood. Cop a squat somewhere and take turns reading aloud from your favorite book. If you live in a reasonably safe city, hop on public transportation and get off at a random stop where you’ve never been; wander around and explore!

Monday, February 13, 2017

Her Own Fault

My shrink just killed herself.
Blamed me in the note.

The humanist in me feels sorrow
for her patients, who must find
another provider.

Part of me thinks they're better off.
How can anyone take her profession
seriously?

In the last forty years suicide rates
Have stayed roughly the same.

I remember all the times she brought up
an uncomfortable topic prior to ending
our session.

Why bring up unpleasantness, only to have it
marinate in my already fractured psyche?

Shrinks are like servers who wait until your mouth
is full before asking, "How is everything?"

I can hear an echo of her words reverberating in my
brain. "Karma isn't real. The ruthless thrive while
the meek parish. No one will inherit this earth."

"Statistically," I say to the investigating officer "she chose her fate.
Psychiatrist suicides remain constant. No other specialty yields as many
deaths."

Sunday, February 5, 2017

The Country Wide Handball Club

by Norman D. Heil visit him at: https://normanstoriesblog.wordpress.com/author/normanstoriesblog/

The Bronco Bulls, were nobody's fools
as they charged across the field.
Patriotic, it seemed, they were living the dream
as the Titans great Giants they killed.
From the Sea the Hawks came
chasing the Cardinals like flame
is to a moth; I've not forgot
the great Eagle that came.
Our Skins became red, for the Falcons, they bled
our arms- upon which they found their homestead.
A jet black Bengal Tiger came from the east
to eat Duck-billed animals, to woe was the feast.
At least while in water, that great big old Tiger
could eat Dolphins as she was not pleased.
There is no safe haven, so now came the Raven
to eat what was left of the Chief.
'Till the Jaguars appeared, Armageddon drew near
when the Raiders upturned every leaf.
They will Steel from the Texans, who just should have left them
alone in the desert without any weapons.
True Buccaneers, they will take to the seas,
bronze chandeliers, that are thicker than thieves.
'Till the Panthers leap down, from their perch up above;
the Saints will come climbing the flowers like doves.
Forty-Nine times pinching black powder rights here
where now the Cowboys, do you see them appear?
Lions like Bears to eat, good in the winter.
Now that's all the teams, to retrace how we got here.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

My Heart in a Tin

I gave my former lover a
second chance at love.

His toothache shortened our
visit one enchanted evening.

I procured and housed two cloves
in an empty metal
tin.

The note inside - In case you get a
toothache. Thanks for filling my cavity.


Our meetings became infrequent
and now have ceased.

The tin, meant for him, remains.
An aromatic reminder of love & kindness

I wanted to share, if we'd gotten it
right, the second time around.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Imagine


Can you imagine, what it must be like

Can’t look over your shoulder

You’ll fall off your bike !

When things don’t match up straight

And nothing’s quite right

And this isn’t sometimes

It’s all day and all night.

Your cuff links fight back

It can take half an hour

And your muscles get locked, using up all their power

You’ve no concentration

So don’t get much done

And you tire out easily when you have fun

Some people will help you and that can be sweet

But it’s strange when a lady will offer her seat

Do I now look that bad, am I really that old?

But it’s kind, so I sit down and do as I’m told

Can you imagine

Just try if you will

Being worried that you might forget the next pill

And if you forget will it be all that bad

But if you take two, do you really go mad?

Next time you see someone

Out on the street

A little bit legless and shuffling feet

Before you say “drunk!” consider this please

You might just be looking at Parki’s disease


~Tim Vickers

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Merry Jane


When you know you'll wake every day of your life in pain, be it mental, physical, or both, you lose hope. When there's no, or little relief while using pharmaceutical and other treatment plans, going on seems pointless. Everyone needs a quality of life, they can live with, in order to be well.

Seeing how cannabis improves the lives of people with ailments like multiple sclerosis and epilepsy should make anyone question the ethics of those who would force ill people to take man made drugs that aren’t working, when there are natural drugs available experiencing great success. Cannabis has been effective in the treatment of many of the ailments that Jesus and his disciples healed people of, such as skin disease (Matt 8, 10, 11 Mark 1; Luke 5, 7, 17) eye (John 9:6-15 ) and menstrual problems (Luke 8:43-48).

There is currently no specific treatment for Non-alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease. Cannabis is therapeutically beneficial for treating many liver disorders and has also shown to possess liver protective properties and to promote liver health (Yang, et al., 2014). Twelve states have approved medical marijuana specifically for the treatment of hepatitis C. For many, cannabis use replaces more addictive and dangerous (though legal and prescribed) medications that treat ADHD, anxiety, headaches, and insomnia.

"Twenty-four people die in Utah each month from prescription drug overdose, according to the most recently published data from 2014. That puts Utah in the Top 5 states with the highest rate of drug deaths," UDOH (Utah Dept of Health) says. President Trump told Bill O'Reilly that he's, "in favor of medical marijuana 100%." and has supported state's rights to choose how to legislate medical marijuana.

Because marijuana is illegal in Utah, recreational as well as medicinal users are forced to buy on the street, where they are often exposed to hard drugs. This is how marijuana becomes a "gateway drug". Legalization would give users access without exposure to hard drugs and criminal activity.

Cannabis is Biblical (Exodus 30:22-23). This holy anointing oil, as described in the original Hebrew version of the recipe contained over six pounds of kanehbosem, a substance identified by respected etymologists, linguists, anthropologists, botanists and other researchers as cannabis, extracted into about six quarts of olive oil, along with a variety of other fragrant herbs. The ancient anointed ones were literally anointed with this potent mixture.

As Jesus and his followers spread the healing knowledge of cannabis the singular Christ became the plural "Christians", those smeared/anointed with the holy oil (1 John 2:20, 27). Indeed, from Jesus' own words after his baptism by John, it would appear his own spiritual power came through the anointing: The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free, (Luke 4:18).

You could say, Jesus was a drug dealer, except he gave it away. That's why I love Him.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

A Visit From Krampus

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

Stuffed animals were nestled on either side of my bed;
While smores flavored coffee beverages danced in my head;
Both wearing new PJs from Ma and Pap,
Sissy fell asleep in her Santa Claus cap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tripping o'er our last can of Who-hash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa's shadow with claws and a snear
Reddish hair donned his chin, so wiry and thick
I knew in a moment- This can't be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
To his antlered companions I heard him exclaim:

"Then let us go and be terrible. Burn, smite and bother
These subjects of Odin, who deny the Yule father.
And without their belief Mother Earth will wither
As do we, without our Winter Solstice dinner."

Leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
Holding onto naughty children and my neighbor Frank too-

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Krampus came with a bound.

He was covered in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of sticks he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a schoolmaster opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! His iron rucksack, how scary!
His long tongue tasted the air for naughty children to ferry.
He cared not what race, wealth or parent's position.
He feasted on sons and daughters of harlots to politicians.

His claw picked a bone from between ghastly teeth.
Smoke, it encircled his horns like a wreath.
With a wink of his eye and 180 degree twist of his head
Krampen gave me to know, I had nothing to dread;

Pulling Thor's chariot with legendary might
I heard him exclaim ere they drove out of sight-
"Yuletide is here; make no mistake,
Krampus is coming, not to give, but to take."