Every year from late May to early June, tens of thousands of synchronous fireflies gather in swarms and put on a breathtaking light show at Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
Synchronous fireflies are one of at least 19 species of fireflies that live in the park but are one of only a couple species in North America whose individuals are known to synchronize their flashing light patterns.
Photo courtesy of Jonathan Hoomes
This must be just incredible! And now I am starting a Bucket List tho I’d never believed in such things. Now must I not only begin one, but this goes to the very top! Imagine the joy to see such a thing.
MYSTICS A man on his deathbed left instructions For dividing up his goods among his three sons. He had devoted his entire spirit to those sons. They stood like cypress trees around him, Quiet and strong. He told the town judge, ‘Whichever of my sons is laziest, Give him all the inheritance.’ Then he died, and the judge turned to the three, ‘Each of you must give some account of your laziness, so I can understand just how you are lazy.’ Mystics are experts in laziness. They rely on it, Because they continuously see God working all around them. The harvest keeps coming in, yet they Never even did the plowing! ‘Come on. Say something about the ways you are lazy.’ Every spoken word is a covering for the inner self. A little curtain-flick no wider than a slice Of roast meat can reveal hundreds of exploding suns. Even if what is being said is trivial and wrong, The listener hears the source. One breeze comes From across a garden. Another from across the ash-heap. Think how different the voices of the fox And the lion, and what they tell you! Hearing someone is lifting the lid off the cooking pot. You learn what’s for supper. Though some people Can know just by the smell, a sweet stew From a sour soup cooked with vinegar. A man taps a clay pot before he buys it To know by the sound if it has a crack. The eldest of the three brothers told the judge, ‘I can know a man by his voice, and if he won’t speak, I wait three days, and then I know him intuitively.’ The second brother, ‘I know him when he speaks, And if he won’t talk, I strike up a conversation.’ ‘But what if he knows that trick?’ asked the judge. Which reminds me of the mother who tells her child ‘When you’re walking through the graveyard at night and you see a boogeyman, run at it, and it will go away.’ ‘But what,’ replies the child, ‘if the boogeyman’s Mother has told it to do the same thing? Boogeymen have mothers too.’ The second brother had no answer. ‘I sit in front of him in silence, And set up a ladder made of patience, And if in his presence a language from beyond joy And beyond grief begins to pour from my chest, I know that his soul is as deep and bright As the star Canopus rising over Yemen. And so when I start speaking a powerful right arm Of words sweeping down, I know him from what I say, And how I say it, because there’s a window open Between us, mixing the night air of our beings.’ The youngest was, obviously, The laziest. He won. RUMI
I have no idea where I’ve been but obviously not here. And the odd thing is my return has not been goaded so much by guilt as by pull. A good thing, I’d say.
Please forgive any repeats on literary or writing updates, not looking back to check. Maybe I’ve been in some monster wave pushed back by the death of Tula. I don’t know. Whatever. So, to date:
I finally finished the rewrite of the rewrite of the cleanup of “Last House.” Actually send off a query to an agent. And yes, “a” is the right word. Only one? Yep, and it exhausted me. Maybe now I can get some more queries out as the time has come to assume that one as a reject. I’ve also sent “Redemption” (short story) off to a couple of places. I’ve reread & tinkered with “Byrne Road” and have come to the conclusion that it likely just belongs in the trash. *sigh* and huh. I don’t know. Maybe another read down the road. We’ll see. I’m not really a short-story writer. Sometimes I’m just moved. I am mentally and in dreams working on a very strangely different follow-up to The Fat Man. That is indeed working bytheway. Not all writing work has to do with the physical act. And I do have a few words on pages.
As for the rest of the world of mine?
My daughter got married. I didn’t know this was going to happen and I wasn’t invited. She told me when she came here to help me get my garage in order (a two person job). After the fact. *Tilt* I’m still numb I believe. I don’t know. To another woman, which is fine—just dropped in here for clarity. I’m glad they are together and that she has someone in her life. I do not know where that leaves me if it does and if anywhere. I feel like a stranger looking in through the window, the window to their house. They are still definitely moving to Portugal and the date keeps getting moved up. I don’t know if I’m going or not.
I told you that I got another cat—Baby Z, or Zeus. But I hadn’t updated with information. That was almost a year ago and now. Yes, now. His prior owner wants him back. He is a purebred Bengal. He is very chatty and knows lots of words. He also got very sick at one point as he was making crystals in his urine and almost died. Surgery was involved. Now he is on a special diet. I don’t know how all of this is going to work out. She (the prior owner) is coming over on Saturday to see him. So much for me depends upon his reaction to her. He called out “MA!” for a long time after she left him here, but then he stopped. I’ve been trying to get him to say “mama” for me. Sometimes he utters a soft “mummm.” I don’t know if that’s it or not. He is very clever and smart, currently learning how to walk with a leash.
I haven’t been swimming much at all. Just now & again with all of the silly medical tests I’ve been going through. (Good excuse.) I have grown extraordinarily annoyed with them as nothing has produced any results. Nothing has been identified as causal to the bouts of pericardial effusion. But they have let up and as I don’t know anything more, I am discontinuing any further testing. And here we go, yep! “It is what it is.” All of this to say that I’ve got my swimming suit on and am going to the pool today. Shortly.
So there you have it. And as the mice say….That’s the wayyyyyyy things are…
Ok, true, but then what if so many things, like compassion, grief, love? Without feeling are we not just automatons? Probably there’s a very good answer, which I just don’t happen to have within reach right now. Or do I? I do if the answer lies within the difference between Emotions and Feelings.
Emotions and feelings are two words that we often use interchangeably. Although emotions and feelings are two sides of the same coin, there is a difference between them. It is important to learn this difference between emotions and feelings in order to understand our mental setup and how it affects our behavior. Emotions are considered as our bodies’ responses to external stimuli and feelings are mental associations and reactions to these emotions. The main difference between emotions and feelings is that emotions are physical states whereas feelings are mental associations.
What is Emotion
Emotions are natural phenomenon. They can be considered as physical and instinctive since they arise from our bodies’ responses to external stimuli. For example, when you are in an unknown place, you may feel a range of emotions such as curiosity and fear.
Emotions originally helped our ancestors to survive on earth by producing quick responses to threat, reward, and all the external stimuli in the environment. Over the years, these emotional reactions have been coded into our genes. Emotions are generally universal across all humans although some slight variations can be found depending on the individual and circumstances. Emotions can even be seen in animals. For instance, your dog may always wag his tail when you call its name; wagging of the tail is a physical manifestation of its emotions.
Since emotions are physical states, they can be measured by physical factors such as facial expressions, body language, blood flow, etc. Let’s examine the emotion fear. It’s a response to imminent danger. You can also notice several physical reactions such as shortness of breath, racing heartbeat, tightening of muscles, etc.
It is important to know that emotions are considered to be irrational, illogical and unreasonable since they are carried out by the limbic system, which is separate from the neocortex, which deals with reasoning, conscious thoughts, and decision making.
What is Feeling
Feelings are mental associations and reactions. Dr. Antonio D’Amasio, “Feelings are mental experiences of body states, which arise as the brain interprets emotions, themselves physical states arising from the body’s responses to external stimuli. (The order of such events is: I am threatened, experience fear, and feel horror.)”
Difference Between Emotions and Feelings
Definition
Emotions are physical states that arise as a response to external stimuli.
Feelings are mental associations and reactions to emotions.
Order
Emotions are aroused before feelings.
Feelings are caused by emotions.
Mental vs Physical
Emotions are physical states.
Feelings are mental associations or reactions.
Physical Reaction
Emotions can be observed through the physical reaction.
I believe we might deduce that emotions are natural and do not feed the ego, or strengthen it. Feelings then, can be minimized at least, or not fed to strengthen the ego. (Huh, the relationship between feed and feel?) Oi!
And I know, oh boy oh boy does this open a Pandora’s box. But only if you think about it!
“Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art. The artist is the only one who knows the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements. It is a materialization, an incarnation of his inner world.” ~Anaïs Nin (The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955
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And so it is that we write while we struggle or when the Invisible World is not close enough or to create that invisible world of our own. When we have done with creeds or schools. When the world is not world enough or is too much. When there is too much of everything but not enough of the right thing. When the hands shake on the keys or scribble on the page. We write.
And then too, we write when the sun is shining or not. When there is a moon that shows her face and when she does not. We write.
Are we breathing? Yet? When there is a shadow around the corner, or on the rug. Maybe then.
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