Tuesday, October 22, 2013

I'm Back!

Hi Folks : Lynelle did a great job as a guest poet didn't she?  If you think you can do as well let me know and I'll talk about giving  you a chance to try.  For now though back to the Events Calendar Format:

1. 10/26/13 2:00 p.m. I'm giving a reading at Bindings Bookstore 28 West Bank Street  Albion, NY 14411 http://www.bindingsbookstore.com See you there!

2. 22 nd  Annual IBC Trade and Expo: November 7th 2013 at the Radisson hotel ,in down town Rochester,NY

3. 33rd Annual Charleston Conference on Collection Development being held on November 6 – 9, 2013 in Charleston, South Carolina

4. Young Democrats and Rochester Improvement Society This grand event will be Wednesday, October 30th from 5:30 to 7:30pm at the Abilene Bar & Lounge (153 Liberty Pole Way).

5. http://www.jasonluckett.com/ new site, new look , new vision check it out.

6.  check out my web site at :http://www.skysajeenterprise.com

Bonus this time: Friday November 8th 20013 7:30 P.M.  a dance recital at the Tango CafĂ© Dance Studio: 389 Gregory Street in Rochester NY. visit http://tangocafedance.com/ for details

See you next time.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013



I am not a mother. 

Never have been. Never will be. Besides, I'm 56 years old.

I knew at age 4 that children were not going to be extracted from my body. Fortunately, my husband knew that at about the same time in his own life.

Motherhood, however, is fascinating. Most people I know or have known over the years went this route. The sheer overwhelming absorption within this seemingly divine activity of even looking at, or holding and caring for, a baby, a young child, and on and on -- I've heard it never really ends -- amounts to the raison d'etre of these people's lives. 

I never really appreciated that, and the sound of a baby's scream can still knock me insane. I guess it reminds me of something.

With age, with some new sense of compassion for humanity, indeed all life forms, something has slightly changed:

This morning, I entered a busy coffee house and stood in line. In front of me, a man held a baby, I don't know, 8 months old max? Normally, I would merely appreciate the fact that a young man was caring for his own beloved child, which was and always is gratifying. The baby I would purposefully ignore.

This day, I watched the child's face. "It" smiled, toothless, at me, right in the eye. I wondered, "Why is this baby smiling at this perfectly dangerous stranger??" This was a serious question for me. I kept watching, fascinated. The baby's teeny little clinched fingers, ones I've seen mindlessly for a lifetime, looked...cute. I took hold of the hand and shook it a bit, just to watch the smile return, risking a "get away from me, who the hell are you" look and possibly tears. 

It was definitely a risk--in its father's clutches? The baby burst out laughing and stared hard at me. The mysterious father figure turned around and looked at me, smiling himself. He was very sweet and happy appearing. I said to him, "Girl? or..." He answered, "Yes, it's a little girl," bouncing her up and down in his arms. I noticed right away, and remarked, "Oh my golly, she looks just like you already!" He laughed, bouncing her again.

She went on to smiling at something else.

I thought to myself, What is this little being here? She seems to just exist and be happy. No one in life is like this!

It appears, simply, that they are the essence of life, just the essence right now. Society and its cultured belief systems, its prejudices, its divisions, its sense of You vs. Me, is not formatted yet. But it will be. Kittens, puppies, cute little baby things of all species, sure, they're all precious and everyone loves them -- until the little pit bull puppy gets sold to a tattooed truck driver to protect his property; or the just-fledged parrot gets a black bag stuck over its head and is smuggled to another continent to be sold into slavery as a breeder and ends up wild, mean, and picking its feathers for the rest of its life. 

And humans? Somehow, without knowing anything about it, I feel there's a big, looming alteration that takes place and the singular essence splits, like the zygote did long ago, and the long split that began with an innocent gender difference grows wider and wider. Finally, the essence is masked, as though gone.

I knew this when I was about 4 and didn't want to watch my own child go through what I was already aware that I would have to. This is why I'm beginning to appreciate mothers and motherhood--

What guts they have.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

She's good huh?

Isn't Lynnelle a fantastic storyteller?  Would you like to join her as a guest poet on this blog?  if so Drop me a line and Let me know and we can e-chat about it okay? the e-mail is laughingl@skysajeenterprise.com for  brand new viewers of this blog. Those who have been with me a will can e-mail me at the yahoo.com address. y'all know that one right?  Anyway, please feel free to check out my website at http://www.skysajeenterprise.com  for more about what I do and what I'm all about. See you next post.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Up the Arroyo, Part VII

"Okay, Laurie, we need to have a little talk."

               "What are those two standing back there like that for?? What the hell's going on?"

               Ignoring the question, Joel said quietly, "I've been assigned the duty of Ranger Rick and here's what we've decided."

               Laurie was immediately taken aback -- "what we've decided"? Oh, this is really sick, she thought to herself. Meanwhile, he continued, while Laurie felt deeply that she was being seen as a stupid child. Quite the contrary, she was lucid and livid. She could see clearly that no one was going to care one bit that she was worried for their own safety. She had to be punished, because they had been worried for her safety. It reminded her of a life perhaps 50 years previous, far away.

               "Nate and Takiya are holding back for now because they are very upset and they wanted to give me some time to talk to you."

               "At you" was what Laurie heard, not "to you." Voices inside were screaming obscenities; but Laurie was actually rather tired; and honestly happy that everyone was just fine after all, she said nothing. Just let it play out, she admonished herself. Yet all the time, feelings of an animal-like distrust seemed to be growing and taking on a life of their own.

               "Here's the deal," Joel began. He went on to explain to Laurie what the others had been doing over the past hour or however long it had been. Essentially how they suffered. No matter that they had the gallon of water, the oranges, the sun lotion, the GPS.
               Laurie felt bad for them, but had to resist accepting this request for a guilty plea. No questions were asked about how she herself felt or what happened with (or to) her at any point, ever. She noted this silently. Rage was pocketed while Joel finished his scripted lecture.

               "So, what you need to do" --

            "What do you want me to do, Joel?" Laurie asked, and if no one but the wind heard the violence and hate in her voice, she alone did. It was physically painful. The confusion was louder. Her compassion for the others and what they themselves may have gone through was not being accepted or addressed; it was all and only about Laurie's horrific and selfish transgressions and how she must repent.

               And these four friends had always chuckled about the silliness of traditional religious dogma.

               "Here's what you need to say": With carefully mapped out and documented words, delivered in a slow and measured cadence, he concluded,

               "You say to them, 'I am contrite and I have learned my lesson and it will never happen again.'"

               Speechless, Laurie could only watch upriver as slowly the other two wandered down and everyone turned toward the car. All three smiled, but without making eye contact with "the Wild Card," and expressed jovially (read: faked) great hunger and a wish for a pitcher of margaritas. Joking and laughing, just as the journey began, was the only way the three "adults" could allow it to end. No apology was made -- by either side. And the word "contrite" would never leave Laurie's lips as long as she lived.


               As the prologue to the story just told, there are a few important things to remember when out in any wild area of the physical world. This includes mountaineering; scuba diving; desert or any other kind of hiking in unknown or untraveled areas; and certainly many other adventures out in Nature:

1. Always, always use the "buddy system." This is standard; every experienced wilderness traveler, diver, climber, and so forth, knows this. If there are problems in the ranks, at the very least the most experienced member needs to stand forward and explain the dangers of acting in ways that could break apart the continuity of the buddy system.

               For example, in the case of wilderness trekking, each member must be responsible for each other member. No separation, in the existential sense as well as the more obvious geographic sense, can be allowed. This means that if one person balks at the company atmosphere, this must be communicated; then either a compromise on how to handle a temporary amount of time away from the group, or a discussion about why that is not presently appropriate, has to take place. It does not need to be hurtful, accusatory, rude, emotional, said with annoyance, any of that -- such is irrelevant. However, in extreme conditions, a subcategory needs mention:

               If there is a compromise in the physical/mental stasis of any or all of the members of the group, extra vigilance, sometimes extraordinary vigilance, must be taken on each individual's own behalf to be as responsible as possible for his or her own actions as a member of a group of frail human beings. In extreme conditions, if one member feels or acts "compromised," chances are the other or others may also be getting to that state, perhaps without yet knowing it. There can be no excuse for reactionary behavior; such reaction can have dangerous or fatal consequences.

               The most experienced member of any group, even if only two individuals, must accept a great deal of responsibility; not only for himself or herself, but more specifically, for others in the group. Whatever the chosen endeavor, that individual's responsibility is to explain the dangers of any activity a less-experienced traveler might want to exercise that is out of the range of what the experienced member considers prudent.

2. In the context of mountainous trekking, there will usually be high walls along one or both sides of the travel route. It may also have many turns and winding areas leading along the path. This means that if an individual is somehow separated from the other(s), yelling will be perfectly useless. The reason is that when a sound is emitted from the mouth, regardless of how loud or how cupped the hands may be around the lips, the sound will hit the nearest wall and stop or bounce off -- and go, randomly, anywhere. Sound does not usually go around corners, except by diffraction.

               Diffraction is a discussion to take place in a physics context, which the reader should look into. It is related to small wavelengths and big obstacles; or conversely big wavelengths and small obstacles. The former is most likely related to a single human voice yelling into a very large and high-walled canyon filled with equally large obstacles.

               Thus, when attempting to contact another trekker by yelling, it is merely sapping the physical and vocal energy reserves and is most definitely not advisable.

3. Communication. Trust. Understanding

Thank You for Reading.