Monday Meanderings–

Confession time–I’m in a blogging slump this week and no doubt this next week ahead, as well. Life has been, well, life.

At The Bardo Group, we are observing a week-long celebration of Wilderness Protection Week. Here’s a summary of what’s behind it, borrowed from the introduction of Pricilla‘s post:

Celebrating 50 Years of Wilderness Protection
August 31, 2014
“It’s a time for celebration! 2014 marks the 50th anniversary of the 1964 Wilderness Act, the landmark conservation bill that created a way for Americans to protect their most pristine wildlands for future generations. The 1964 Wilderness Act…created the National Wilderness Preservation System, which protects nearly 110 million acres of wilderness areas from coast to coast. This anniversary is a wonderful chance to celebrate all that’s been achieved for wilderness in the past 50 years and remind Americans of all that we can achieve in the next 50.” (from The Wilderness Society website, http://www.wilderness.org)

You are invited to join in the celebration by linking poetry, photos, essays–your own thoughts and experience with the wilderness.

Photo: oregonlive.com

Photo: oregonlive.com

 

On a personal note, I have created a “store” on Etsy which offers homemade jewelry. I’m just beginning to add items. Jewelry-making is a hobby for me. I’m of the generation and up-bringing that just can’t sit still so that while I’m with the hubby who enjoys sports on TV, I make jewelry and watch a bit myself. It’s an addiction so I thought I’d better do something with the results and, at least, cover the cost of my habit in order to buy more beads. In the process, I decided I want to do something to help others so I’ve decided to price my items at 30% over cost and donate that amount to an animal rescue organization. This quarter, the proceeds will go to The SPCA of Northern Nevada. I will vary the recipients every three months.

I hope you will check it out HERE. I have many more items to list and they are all quite affordable. At the present time, I’m only shipping within the United States until I can figure out better what I’m doing.

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Have a happy week.

Old Lady–dVerse Open Link Night

rosary

in the corner of the dark
room spider spins her web,
traps a fly.

you are prone, sipping
from a straw. your smile
flickers then you wait.

why do fireflies compete
with lightning when summer
becomes indefensible?

you are prone, tugging
at fringe on your prayer
shawl. deep breath. sigh.

tomorrow they say
will be the same as today
or the day before yesterday.

you are prone. glasses
smudged with grease and
sweat. how will you see tomorrow?

today the rent was due
they picked up garbage and
the mailman delivered more junk.

you are prone, fingering
rosary beads. eyes closed.
and still we wait.

Linked to dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night.  Born, I suppose, of the many years I worked with the elderly and as a hospice nurse.

 

Dialogue–Interacting Photos?

Today’s prompt for The Daily Post’s Weekly Photography Challenge: Dialogue 

 

“Dialogue is an engaging conversational exchange. When it comes to photography, dialogue can be perceived as a consensual interaction between two images. Placed next to each other, each photograph opens up to meanings that weren’t there when viewed alone. Each composition reveals the photographer’s specific sensitivity to certain content or visual elements.”

It’s your turn now: for this week’s challenge, bring together two of your photos into dialogue. What do they say to each other?

 

“For where your treasure is, there also is your heart.”  Mt. 6:21

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Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: D. Slotto

Photo: D. Slotto

Predators–Writer’s Fourth Wednesday–Wilderness

Photo: wildlifehotline.com

Photo: wildlifehotline.com

They trapped two bears nearby today—
tattooed and tagged and then released,
but trained to stay where they belong
by dogs and rubber bullets.

Watch out for snakes, and train your dogs;
avoid high grass—just back away.
The neighbor killed a long King snake
that snuck into his yard.

Build fences, or the deer will eat
your flowers, veggies and your trees.
As we expand into their hills
they have no food.

They said a hawk swooped in last year
and snatched a terrier puppy dog.
Coyotes prowl a block away
down by the river.

Surrounded by so many threats
we live in fear and danger,
but the true predators, we know,
have invaded their land.

I live in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. Little by little developments have expanded so that frequently wildlife comes down into our neighborhoods looking for food…especially now, during the drought. These are true scenarios.

Posted for The Bardo Group’s Writer’s Fourth Wednesday as a prelude into our celebration of Wilderness Week. We would love to have you join us!

By the way, this morning when I was golfing a large coyote sauntered across the course!

Done . . . and not done yet . . .

Originally posted on THE BARDO GROUP:

photo-37-1I watched it all over my friend’s dear shoulder,
that time of living while dying and celebrating ~
like a garden snake ~ the shedding of the skin,
the detritus of material man with its hungers and
wild, woody creative soul, sketching ruby-jeweled
memories in sand to be blown like a Tibetan mandala
across Timelessness . . .

while he,

lone monk,

gripped

by systems on systems of hospital wiring, billing,
approvals, and laws around funerals and burials,
estates, plans, and proposals for headstones and
the where, when, and how of a memorial service,
the left-overs of his life to be sorted, stashed, stored
or sent to the right people in the right places.

Done!

… as though there had been nothing. No one.

- Jamie Dedes

♥♥♥♥

NOT DONE YET

Dedicated to everyone who is living with dying. That would be all of us.

A Taiwanese advertisement based on a true story.

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Fray–The Daily Post, Weekly Photography Prompt

The Daily Post, Weekly Photo Challenge

Please join in–the theme is “FRAY”

Definition of FRAY

transitive verb
1
a : to wear (as an edge of cloth) by or as if by rubbing : fret
b : to separate the threads at the edge of
2
: strain, irritate
intransitive verb
1
: to wear out or into shreds
2
: to show signs of strain

 

Photo: Victoria Slotto Frayed

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Frayed

Photo: Victoria Slotto Splintered

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Splintered

Photo: Victoria Slotto Splintered

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Splintered

 

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Photo: Victoria Slotto Worn Out

Photo: Victoria Slotto Worn Out

Photo: Victoria Slotto
Worn Out 2

Your Wild and Precious Life–dVerse Meeting the Bar

Photo: Victoria Slotto

Photo: Victoria Slotto

 

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver

A flock of starlings startled me this morning
flying randomly between city sky scrapers
before settling into formation
and heading toward the mountains.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

A perfect fence, white pickets,
with perfect shadows.
Is it there to hold in or keep out?
Or is it just there?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

In May, along the river walk,
an abundance of pink wild roses, snarly branches,
rival our well-planned gardens
with their playfulness.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

My sister’s husband deferred retirement
so they would have more money.
She died the month before their trip to the Amazon.
He cancelled their plans and never went back to work.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Written in response to the prompt I’m offering for dVerse Meeting the Bar–Patterns. I’ve included patterns in the structure of the poem, using a short verse from one of Mary Oliver’s poems as the refrain. As a topic, I’m aiming to challenge over-reliance on the importance of patterns in our own lives.

And speaking of freedom and maybe a bit of the wild life, the Burners are invading Reno–that is, those who will be attending Burning Man, an event that celebrates art and culture. During this week, the Black Rock Desert, a Playa about 90 miles north of us, will become the third largest city in Nevada with upwards of 70,000 attendees. Check it out!

The Pub opens soon, 3:00 EDT. I hope you will join us with a poem based on this idea and look forward to reading your work.

Photo: NYT

Photo: NYT