There Goes the GPS — 1945 and Now — Geomagnetic Storm

“S___ (My given name starts with S ),
Thanks for calling. My computer is sill in the shop, so I am using
Louise’s lap top. Your connection was a real roller coaster in volume!
It was difficult to get a full sentence. I guess the storm is working
it’s magic on the wires. When I flew across the Atlantic Ocean in
1945, the whole northern hemisphere was a bright green. I needed three
stars 120 degrees apart to get a good position, but the Aurora blanked
out all the stars to the north! I had to settle for three stars only
30 degrees apart to the southern hemisphere. But that worked and I
stayed on the proper course to arrive on time at the exact right spot
in Scotland  …….

….  Dad”

Un-Repented Sin

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I am the
Emptiness
Within your gut
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I am your
Hollow
Hunger
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I am your
Un-repented
Sin
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I am your
Annihilating
Death
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Bear … 02.06.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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POOP SCOOP

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Is there a
Documentary
That is not
Horse shit?
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Is the entire
World history
Composed of
Road apples?
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Bear … 02.06.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Tiny Little Purple Flowers

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Tiny little purple flowers were tucked away behind an ornamental grass planting near a medical office building.  To take the photo I had to step into the plantings, off of the sidewalk. Dunno what these little January bloomers are.

Hiding underneath and behind a decorative grass plantingⓒBearspawprint2015 2015-01-22

Hiding underneath and behind a decorative grass plantingⓒBearspawprint2015 2015-01-22

I could feel all of the closed circuit cameras homing in on me at the Veteran’s Administration Clinic.  When my husband realized I had paused and was moving the grasses aside, and aiming a small electronic device (camera) at the roots, he  asked what I was looking at.   It was the purple that caught my eye. Purple in January. The tiny blooms are about one quarter inch across.

There they are ⓒBearspawprint2015 2015-01-22

There they are ⓒBearspawprint2015 2015-01-22

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Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee

2hrs. 06min. 35sec.

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“The plot, which is based on events covered by several chapters of Brown’s book as well as other sources, revolves around four main characters: Charles Eastman né Ohiyesa (Adam Beach), a young, mixed-race Sioux doctor educated at Dartmouth and Boston University, who is held up as proof of the success of assimilation; Sitting Bull (August Schellenberg), the Sioux chief who refuses to submit to U.S. government policies designed to strip his people of their identity, their dignity and their sacred land, the gold-laden Black Hills of the Dakotas; U.S. Senator Henry L. Dawes (Aidan Quinn), an architect of government policy for allotment of Indian lands to individual households to force adoption of subsistence farming; and Red Cloud, whose decision to make peace with the American government and go to a reservation disturbed Sitting Bull.

“While Eastman and his future wife Elaine Goodale (Paquin), a reformer from New England and Superintendent of Indian Schools in the Dakotas, work to improve life for Indians on the reservation, Senator Dawes lobbies President Ulysses S. Grant (Thompson) for more humane treatment of the Indians. He opposes the adversarial stance of General William Tecumseh Sherman (Feore). The Dawes Commission (held from 1893 to 1914)[1] develops a proposal to break up the Great Sioux Reservation to allow for American demands for land while preserving enough land for the Sioux to live on. The Commission’s plan is held up by Sitting Bull’s opposition. He has risen to leadership among the Sioux as one of the last chiefs to fight for their independence. Dawes, in turn, urges Eastman to help him convince the recalcitrant tribal leaders. After witnessing conditions on the Sioux reservation, Eastman refuses.

“The prophet Wovoka (Studi) raised Western Indian hopes with his spiritual movement based on a revival of religious practice and the ritual Ghost Dance; it was a messianic movement that promised an end of their suffering under the white man. The assassination of Sitting Bull and the massacre of nearly 200 Indian men, women and children by the 7th Cavalry at Wounded Knee Creek on December 29, 1890 ended such hopes.

“Henry L. Dawes’ wanted to increase the cultural assimilation of Native Americans into American society by his Dawes Act (1887) and his later efforts as head of the Dawes Commission. During the 47 years of implementing the Act, Native Americans lost about 90 million acres (360,000 km²) of treaty land, or about two-thirds of their 1887 land base. About 90,000 Indians were made landless. The Implementation of the Dawes Act disrupted Native American tribes’ communal life, culture, and unity”

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Wretched Feast of Plenty

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When  truth
Becomes
Indistinguishable
From hypocrisy
And lies,
And betrayal is
Our only shield,
Our children’s
Children
Will be
Christened
Death.
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Then war
Shall be
The playground
Of  daemons
With no need
For illusion
Or disguise.
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When veracity
Is a chaos which
Warms loveless
Hearts,
And tongues
Dance in
Forked trance,
Then tomorrow
Shall have no dawn,
Nor shall there
Be sorrow.
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For infant
Unloved Death
Will find
Sustenance
In rotting
Gore, a
Wretched
Feast of Plenty
Readily available
On the
Playground of war.
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Bear … 01.16.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015

Δαιμονία Νύμφη δαίμονας

STOP

JUST STOP

Helpless Condolence

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With tears
Freshened
By new grief,
I write letters
Of condolence
To two widows
Newly created
From beautiful wives.
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Older sorrows,
That should
Never have been
Cut through,
Keen, too sharp,
The unbearable blade
Of children lost.
Dices sanity
Into a puzzle
Of chaos.
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And now, also
The wretched
Men they loved.
Too late,
Those Fathers
Can never say,
“I’m sorry”.
Now all debts
Are paid,
But also
Promises
Are forever
Unfilled.
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And the living,
Must live,
And say,
“Really, it’s alright.
I am fine”
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Bear … 01.13.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Pater Noster, Bali Ha’i and Mother

My Mother had an exceptional opera quality contralto that she used occasionally as a young teen.  Mother sang solos, by invitation, in large Atlanta churches, during and just after WWII. She never needed microphones or other enhancement. When she sang, a cappella, the Pater Noster with Doxology, her long dark deep red hair glistening in sunlight  streaming through stained glass, even the  most   calloused, hardened veterans, and harshly bitter, destroyed elders would shiver and weep.

Mother married at sixteen. When she was nineteen I was born. Her magnificent voice was silenced, except to sublimate her longings into entertainment for her children.

Bali Ha’i, recorded the year I was born, is a song my Mother used to sing. Though she longed to travel across the oceans and visit exotic islands, she also longed for personal expression.  She never did have the opportunities or circumstances for either.  The lyrics of this beautiful song express longing for more than a particular geographic place. The Lord’s Prayer, or Pater Noster, we all know.

Bear … 12.12.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint2014

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OUR FATHER, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
PATER NOSTER, qui es in cœlis;
sanctificatur nomen tuum:
Adveniat regnum tuum;
fiat voluntas tua,
sicut in cœlo, et in terra.
Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie:
Et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris:
et ne nos inducas in tentationem:
sed libera nos a malo.
Quia tuum est regnum, et potestas, et Gloria,
in saecula.
Amen.
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Pater Noster — Peteris Vasks
Latvian Radio Choir-
Sinfonietta Riga-
Sigvards Klava

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Bali Ha’i

Most people live on a lonely island,
Lost in the middle of a foggy sea.
Most people long for another island,
One where they know they will like to be.

Bali Ha’i may call you,
Any night, any day,
In your heart, you’ll hear it call you:
“Come away, Come away.”

Bali Ha’i will whisper
In the wind of the sea
“Here am I, your special island!
Come to me, come to me!”

Your own special hopes,
Your own special dreams,
Bloom on the hillside
And shine in the streams.
If you try, you’ll find me
Where the sky meets the sea.
“Here am I, your special island
Come to me, Come to me.”

Bali Ha’i,
Bali Ha’i,
Bali Ha’i!

Someday you’ll see me floating in the sunshine,
My head sticking out from a low flying cloud,
You’ll hear me call you,
Singing through the sunshine,
Sweet and clear as can be:
“Come to me, here am I, come to me.”
If you try, you will find me
Where the sky meets the sea.
“Here am I, your special island
Come to me, Come to me.”

Bali Ha’i,
Bali Ha’i,
Bali Ha’i!


Bali Ha’i — Bloody Mary solo: Juanita Hall
Columbia Masterworks Record# ML 4180 (green label) from 1949.
Composer: Richard Rodgers.
Lyricist: Oscar Hammerstein II.
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Day of Thanksgiving

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“Is everybody in?
Does everybody have a place to hide?
Is everybody safe and warm, inside?”
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30 seconds long. Quite beautiful. By Walela
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As the days and nights, in the Northern Hemisphere, grow colder and darker, please remember the elderly, the homeless,  the children,  those in distress, and the animals, both domestic and wild.
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I hope you had a wonderful  Day of  Thanksgiving and are warm, comfortable, peaceful and filled with gratitude for all the wonders and blessings, known and unknown.
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Thank you for all you have done.
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