Growth Guide

Remember When?                                                                                                           Each Year Was New?

Something very special                                                                                             Waiting for you?

At five it was school.                                                                                                       Ten changed many rules.

Teens were the starting gate.                                                                                     Twenties opened ways to anticipate.

Thirty something paused the climb.                                                                                 As we planned our life design.                                                                                      Forty moved quickly past.                                                                                           Often life felt like being in a trance.

You had to show.                                                                                                         You're "on the go".

Kiss the kids "bye!"                                                                                                           You're busy "aiming for the sky"!                     

Fifty crouched near the opening door.                                                                         Sixty held fast so as not to be "passed".                                             

Seventy reminds you have a "Past"                                                                     Reconnect? Hard to say.

Eighty pushes you to see                                                                                                 LIfe waits for no one, not even "me".                                                                         

More to learn, more to see!                                                                                          Ways and means                                                                                                             To give Hope to Humanity. 

The person once seen.                                                                                                    As a long way away                                                                                                      Has suddenly come to sit and to stay.

May you blow out many candles!                                                                                     Live to celebrate and open more doors!

Arriving at One Hundred -- AND MORE!

All Life Long ---                                                                                                                 Open Windows!                                                                                                                 Selectively Close Doors!

Children of the Strap.

My Alcoholic Father, true to the times.                                                                         Believed a popular parenting Rhyme                                                                        "Spare the rod, Spoil the child".                                           

Dad used his belt.                                                                                                         Prepared and on the ready.

Even when his Hands                                                                                                 Were anything but steady.

Always on his waist or at his side.                                                                                    All the day and every night. 

He worked the "graveyard shift".                                                                                      Slept during the day. 

Not bad on weekdays --                                                                                                     When I was in school                                                          

Weekends & Summers                                                                                                     Staying quiet was the #1 Rule.

Sometimes I remember,                                                                                                   We would actually play.                                                             

As he grew older,                                                                                                               Those were fewer & fewer days.

To hide his constant fears,                                                                                                 Fighting back my reoccuring tears.

Alcohol bottles hidden away                                                                                             Food on the table?                                                                                                         No money left today.                                                                                    

His needs came first                                                                                                       Or his anger would burst.                                                   

Soups? Mostly. Always HomeMade.                                                                         Piece of meat, a very rare treat.

Mom cooked, cleaned,                                                                                         She planned our escape.

She knew we could not survive.                                                                                       In that time or place.

Dad was much older,                                                                                                   Fought in World War I.                                                           

Like many who'd seen.                                                                                             others killed and maimed,                                                                                               He could not take                                                                                                             the constant pain.

Dad's favorite daily stop                                                                                               was down the street,                                                                                                         a Bar around the block.                                           

Missiles and hand grenades.                                                                                       Guns always at the ready.

Dirt and blood and cries of pain.                                                                                   WW1 stuck in his brain.

Men just like him,                                                                                                   Mentally, physically torn apart.

Removed his belt as a constant threat.                                                                       Held in one hand, pulling on it with the other.

Dad seemed to "stroke it' as if to say,                                                                                  It's time for you and I "to play". 

When he was really drunk.                                                                                               He did not see it was me.

Just something he "had to" correct.                                                                                 To "survive" needing superiority.

Applied on my body                                                                                                         Wherever his arm could reach.

Lessons learned as a child.                                                                                            One I will never teach.                                                               

Even The Odds

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This entry is my way of telling a "hacker'                                                                         In my Email, on my Sites, "Let It Go".

Your attempt to disrupt, to demean,                                                                         cannot begin to silence worldwide voices:

A Man thinks he has the upper hand.                                                                             Believes his age, experience and contacts                                                                       Place him “above” and “beyond” an “Old Lady”.

A mental challenge outweighs the physical.

Training and experience pin down arrogance.

Ego hurt unbalances mental ability.

 

I can see him laughing, smirking.

Believing “She”, meaning "me"

Cannot possibly follow,

And as for leading, not a chance.

 

The best lesson in life is taught

When you’re up against a “Dummy”

So “stuffed" on “self” eyes cannot see.

 

A great teacher gives a lifelong gift.

It’s set to grow while others slip.

She taught life lessons kept. 

 

One who believes they’re “hot, hot, hot”.

To others is definitely “not, not, not”.

 

For those who must manipulate.

Their time is limited, there is no “Gate”.

 

Take off the blinder

See the light.

One who tries to bury

Deserves No Flight.

Short Stacks

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Start something set aside claiming there's no time.

Recall someone forgotten as not nearby.

Face the last, don't chase the past.

Consider the where and when beyond the here & now.

Overlook, oversee, overtake then set the brake.

Sit and wait. Watch and learn. LIve to dream.

Walk behind. Watch ahead. Turn to see. 

Books to take. Memories to make. 

Train to win. Start to begin. Lead to follow.

Dark and drab. Light and funny. Food or money.

Walk long strides. Stretch to reach. Always teach.

One day we'll see who we chose to be.

All journeys start and all eventually end.

It's all in how we plant and tend.  DB

Trust Can Make You Vulnerable

You know you're "right on'

When your adversary "overloads"

 

Taking you quickly down 

Creating a very long road.

 

Why do some push so hard

To cause problems?

Thanks for reading. 

It helps to see others "surround".

Here's The "New" Elder Predator:

Using AI to make me appear

"Far Over The Hill" 

 

Of all the people 

Around the world

My attacker was local. 

 

My aggressor used and abused.

A tactic by the weakest

A practice of the desperate.

  

Removing records in a private space.

Using a trusted position 

To "put me in MY place".

Truth doesn't change. 

Manipulated or not.

I won't give up;

Truth is neither cold or hot.

Boomers are the "new target".

We started the walk

Now we must "openly talk".

Today's AI can be used 

To try to confuse

Using Authority to excuse.

You can lift the veil.

Point out where 

We make "them" fail.

Writing this Blog  

Started this journey,

Finding truth, time and space.

I will not be told to "know my place".

As a woman or at an age.

That's "old school' 

No room in this Century, 

No place on "this Stage".

It's returning at a fast pace

When we accept

Manipulaiton and mistreatment 

I remain standing

You provide voices raised.

Reach out, speak up.

Carry the torch! 

Keep it lit, hold it high!

Show by your actions

You don't follow, you lead.

Or step to the back,

Let someone hack?

Your choice today.

What will remain

If you fail to see?

Individuals/OTHERS

I do not sit and count.                                                                                                         To me you are an individual.                                                                                               Not a number. Not a place.

I just wonder what I'd see.                                                                                                 If I had the ability.

To see behind those growing stats.                                                                             They show how many.                                                                    

No  "one" really counts.                                                                                                     Only the total makes some people SHOUT. 

I am curious who lives                                                                                                       In places called "Other"

In all my life journeys.                                                                                                       A sign never said:

This Way To "Here or There"                                                                                           That Way To "Other" 

Humans all.                                                                                                                       Sharing Limited Space.                                                                                                   Small numbers running llfe's race. 

Travel is a Privilege.                                                                                                         It's also a business.  

AI can write and also speak.                                                                                             Take heed you don't "read and weep".

Dig deep, find a "co-person".                                                                                       Check all positions.

If their life is lived for others,                                                                                             It will show and shine from miles away.

They are "lights" shining through "dark".                                                                       Their focus always "from the heart".

LIfe is filled with Memories.                                                                                         Choose those who shine a "guiding light".

They care, they share, they guide and grow.                                                                    Their focus is the same as their goal.

To walk alongside, to share and create.                                                                       Their focus is a way from "me" to you.

Long Road Separates

 No land line now

In hand, pocket, purse 

We call that progress

It’s really regress

Availability when turned on

Silence when tuned out

 

So what’s the “dif” these days

“On” isn’t when it’s set to ring

That’s as old as clocks on walls

We see and believe our way is best

Today’s world the Cell is a beast at rest

 

It demands and it records

It summons and it hoards 

Every word and every deed

Forever recorded with breakneck speed.

 

Where do all these “notations go”

More importantly, where stored and why

Are we constantly observed and detailed

For what purpose are we monitored

 

Did not date or put down time

Did not see where this would align

It has a birth, others determine its line

As for me, I’ll try to enjoy the ride.

Sit & Stay

Mom sat in this chair. 

Bought for her one Mother's Day.

Never thought                                                                             

It would someday be mine.

Life is to live.

To enjoy, celebrate, and give.

In the moment, 

We see where we are.

Seldom do we see what lies ahead.                                         

We see only where we've been.

After so many years                                                                      

you'd think it'd be worn.

Love surrounds                                                                            

when it is found.                                              

Every day is new,

for those very few.

Like Mom, it's tried and true

and always "for you".

Passing through,

We're On Our Way,

To where, who's to say.

Your Mom will be waiting  for you,                                                

I heard someone once say.                                                          

The closer we get,                                                                       

The less we "give in".

To "the choice of the day"

Living, learning, finding a way. 

Life Values Hit or Miss

YOU make the difference each time you read or share with someone.                         

I value more than words can say your making time to read this day.

It's YOU who continue to make the light shine in darkness --                                    

May tomorrow open more windows and doors for all.  Here's my latest life's journey share:

Started in childhood.                                                    Finishing in old age.                               

Ideas once found.                                                        Now thoughts lost.

Time and circumstance,                                                Moved mountains into sight.      

Believed we held keys                                                  To find what's best and right.

TIME. . .

Measured individually.                                                  Seldom repeats or returns.                                        Spend Wisely.

LOST. . .

Forgotten and overlooked.                                            Passed by not seeing.                                                  Purposely set aside.

LEAVES. . .

Slips away.                                                                    Falls apart.                                                                  Held close in the heart. 

LIFE HOLES . . .                                                          Beginning To  End                                                    Growing, developing,                                                    Influencing, affecting.

Patch or fill.                                                                Choose or chase.

The choice is yours.                                                  Don't wait til it's too late! 

Some Pray, Others Prey

IN MEMORIAM: My Ongoing Gift to Mom

August 8th, her birth date.

Happy Birthday, Mama.-- Miss You -- 

Round The World & Back Again

As we used to say to one another.

Stil hard to accept Mom has left.

She was so strong, she did not give in.

At least that's what I saw.

Here's what I wrote 

To Honor Mom's Memory

As I deal with personal experience

Elder Abuse In A High Tech World . . .

It reminds me of 

Safety of our aging

Needs support --

Those who abuse

Need to lose.

To change the course 

Of predators with

Abilities to use

AI against us. 

Years later I still cringe.

Memories of her still like a syringe.

 

Sharks swim where there is "food"

In humans, the weak and aging 

Are the ones they choose.

A slug has approximately 27,000 teeth – 

that's more teeth than a shark. 

It's to encourage you to see the light

Behind, beyond and in plain sight. 

 

Like sharks, slugs routinely lose & replace their teeth. 

When a slug loses one of its sensory tentacles,

it grows another, usually within a few months.

Slugs appear to move slowly.

As they go, they leave behind

A trail of stinky, smelly stuff.

Human "Slugs" volunteer.

Always looking to "be near".

Invasion in my life; 

Is nothing private, safe, 

Belonging to "me" or 

To whom I CHOSE to share?

Predators abound.

They now wear 'titles"

Feeling they're "in charge".

They move into positions

Where control is their focus.

Not unlike Julia did to Mom.

Often work "the System"

Looking for the vulnerable.

 

Solo Access their desire.

Control the goal. 

 

Trust is critical to build.

It's the "Keys to their Kingdom".

 

Make the "mark" feel vulnerable.

Find fault with "family" and keep questioning.

 

Be a friend, visit often. 

Gradually find less time.

 

Remove yourself.

Build a need.

 

Absence 

Makes the Heart

Grow Fonder. 

 

Active in the Community.

Church included.

Best place to "pick and choose".

 

Those who attend "need help"

Many believe.

Others say: "It's for the weak"

 

Who goes to "Church"

To Hunt and Find? 

Some "slither in" leaving filth behind

You don't discover as they know how to hide.

Elder Abuse can be hidden from sight

Those determined know all the cards to play.

Some trained in professions along the way.

 

Beware, my friends, it's a long walk.

They seem to know, to talk the talk.

 

When you least expect they'll find a way.

Their goal to disrupt and to make "YOU" pay.

 

For what? You ask. Not seeing the lies.

Their need to control isn't seen in their eyes. 

Using AI to remove and replace,

Leaving few "foot prints" as "they" create "space"

Age is a number, it moves day by day,

Take heed you who read

As lines of demarcation are always redrawn.

Grand Reflections

Mom and Dad                                                                                                                   Go out the door.                                                                

Who returns first today?  

No way to say.                                                                                                                   All depends. . .                                                                                                                 On Work -- they say.                                                                                  

Thought I could.                                                                                                       Wished I would.                                                                           

Need arose.                                                                                                                       Time to "Close"                                                                                               

Time ran so fast.                                                                                                             "Kids" in the past.                                                              

Why do I feel                                                                                                                     they come and they go. . .

When want or need                                                                                                         gives them great speed.

Hi Nana, Bye Nana!                                                                                                           How you doin? 

We're off to the Beach.                                                                                                       Think we might still be in                                                                                                   Cell Phone Reach

Spending time has benefited them                                                                                   At great expense to me.   

So busy. No time to connect.                                                                                       They'll soon find the "pack".                                                                                             Is now on "their back".

Have they arrived? Still on their way?                                                                           Will they think to connect?                                                                                             Forget it's "My Day"?

One is abusive. He thrives on delusion.                                                                           His only response is to blame and reject.

He chose a path we could not take.                                                                                 It led to his rejection. Violence his reaction.

Not in this way. Not at this time.                                                                                         His twists and turns sets fires, create burns

Bowing only stimulates continued abuse, lies & hate.                          

Truth remains.                                                                                                                 My path is straight.                                                    

Crooked journeys in life                                                                                                   Lead to self-destruction & strife.

TWO SHORTS FOR ONE LONG.

TIME. . . 

Measured individually.

Seldom repeats or returns.

Spend Wisely.

 

LOST. . .

Forgotten and overlooked.

Passed by not seeing.

Purposely set aside.

 

LEAVES. . . 

Slips away.

Falls apart.

Runs fastest.

 

LIFE. . . 

Beginning

To 

End

 

HOLES.  

Growing, developing,

Influencing, affecting.

Patch or fill.

Choose or chase.

 

LONG ROAD SEPARATES

No land line now

In hand, pocket, purse

 

We call that progress.

It’s really regress.

Thought For Each Day

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TIME. . . Measured individually. 

Seldom repeats or returns. 

Spend Wisely.

LOST. .  .   Forgotten and overlooked.

Passed by not seeing.    

Purposely set aside.

LEAVE. . .  

Slip away.

Fall apart.

Run fast 

 

LIFE. . .  

Beginning

To End

 

HOLES.  .  .

Growing, developing,

Influencing, affecting.

Patch or fill.  .  .

Choose or chase.

Your choice for the moment

Your "song" of the day.