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Read and contribute to my unique version of a Weblog. This is my space for beginning some interesting discussions -- I'll need your feedback and response to keep them going!
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September 1, 2009 |
Basically, this is my blog. But Mewsings is not your ordinary blog, and certainly not a moment-by-moment rundown of my daily goings-on. My intentions for this Weblog are more comprehensive:
- I would like to get to know my audience (authors, readers) on a personal level
- I would like my audience (authors, readers) to get to know me
- Writing and reading (what Lucid Style is all about) are all-encompassing in our lives. So here, we can discuss anything that pertains to either―and both!
To start, I’ll be posting my own thoughts and ideas that I’d like to share with you. We can talk about:
- tips and techniques for improving our writings, our lives
- what I’m reading – This could easily lead to a fun, Web-based “book club” with your input!
- what projects I’m working on
- films and other entertaining events I’ve experienced – another opportunity for group discussions!
- other topics that provoke me to want to share and to receive your feedback
I hope you’ll continue to check back to Mewsings to see what’s being discussed. Please let me know what you think! Email me your comments and opinions, and let me know what you’re reading, doing, and thinking about. I’ll be looking forward to adding your input to the post to stir up some stimulating discussion!
Creative 2 a T, Inc., dba Lucid Style Author Services welcomes intelligent responses to Mewsings posts, as long as those responses remain courteous and in good taste. Creative 2 a T, Inc. reserves the right to share, withhold, report, and/or store the responses as it sees fit, and any posts and/or responses to Mewsings shall become the property of Creative 2 a T, Inc., dba Lucid Style Author Services.
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February 9, 2010
Mars
Mars. The red planet, Earth's neighbor in the solar system.
Before the Roman Empire's expansion throughout Europe and the Mediterranean, Mars was a god of fertility and agriculture. In due course Mars became the Romans' god of war, symbol of power and potency. Power over the land leads to power over the people...
But what about a different view, in which people have power over themselves, and this is looked on to be of immense value? In our time Gandhi and Guevara, among countless others before and since, expressed their desire for such; it is indeed the heart of humanity's pursuit toward the ultimate civilization.
This is the most powerful theme within the Mars trilogy by visionary author Kim Stanley Robinson. Packed with scientific plausibilities, believable characters, and amazing events, the Mars trilogy takes humanity away from where we are stuck today behind invisible borderlines on Earth, and on to Mars, the future, and beyond. Mars presents scenarios that to the layperson seem absolutely achievable, provided that technology be allowed to rise beyond its current military and governmental confines. The author encourages his readers to consider the state of a world in which all individual peoples' true passions and talents drive the progress of their communities and civilization, as opposed to one driven by money belonging to the rich and powerful few. Imagine the freedom, in its purest sense, that would be attained.
Mars is roughly 35 million miles away. But how long will it take us to get to the Mars of Robinson's mind? I'm on my way...
Join me! Read the Mars trilogy by Kim Stanley Robinson, and let me know what you think...
Red Mars. New York: Bantam Books, 1993.
Green Mars. New York: Bantam Books, 1994.
Blue Mars. New York: Bantam Books, 1996.
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October 11, 2009
Mutability
Change is in the autumn air. It suffuses all of our senses. You can see it, hear it, smell it, taste it, and feel it. Yet while autumn provides a plethora of sensations to absorb, we can still allow ourselves to encompass each captivating spectacle in a way that is emotionally fulfilling and humanly rich.
The lush greens and bright citrus shades of summer transform into rusty reds and vivid oranges. The stifling heat of summer’s long days floats away on the last of its warm, humid breezes. It is replaced by brisk air and the crackle of dry grasses underfoot. Our mouths delight in the crisp crunch of an apple just picked from the orchard.
The new freshness in the air punctuates the aroma of ripened produce. The bounty of the growing season is harvested, producing even more scents and flavors that invite and entice. Fluffy bread and juicy pies baking in a warm oven, and simmering stews on the stovetop all play their role in warming our stomachs and our souls.
The evening arrives early, and we head inside to our heated homes. We look for physical warmth and find it in our snuggly flannel sheets and thick pajamas, fleecy sweatshirts, hats and mittens; and the emotional warmth of kinship that comes with the holidays.
Just as the trees go dormant and refrain from growth during this cold season, I allow my soul to enter an interior of warmth and tranquility. In order to be revitalized for the next season, I now take stock of my life, my treasures, my true thanksgiving. I can recognize these supports in place around me that, like a strong and durable trunk, serve to protect me through each season of life.
I look forward to the autumn and winter seasons, the holidays and the closeness with friends and family—that time when we make an extra effort to share our homes, meals, and our lives. After all, there is nothing like snuggling with your special someone under a most precious handmade quilt or afghan.
When I’m under that blanket of physical and emotional warmth, I feel my stress fall away like the leaves of the autumn trees. This winter, I will rest and regenerate my strength for the coming spring.
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Mutability by Percy Bysshe Shelley
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!―yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:
Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.
We rest.―A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise.―One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away:
It is the same!―For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.
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