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Monthly Archives: May 2013

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The Mummification of a Wealthy Egyptian.

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The body of the deceased is anointed with expensive oils and scents.  Care was taken

to be sure the body would not be damaged with the use of wine and special oils.

Elaborate rituals take place to preserve the body  and magical acts happened to assure

the family that the person’s soul would be reunited with the body in the afterlife.

Embalmers and assistants were an important part of the ceremony

The body was colored with a golden resin to protect the body from bacteria and insects.

Culture believed that divine beings had flesh of gold. 

As a priest recited prayers, the body was wrapped with amulets in bandages, incense burning. 

The deceased is then taken to the burial site, more incense burned, and prayers said.

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rituals of faith
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expensive oils, magic  spells
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incense carries soul

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weather changes
whether you want it or not
learn to live with it

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kids Christmas shopping

counting pennies, nickels, dimes
five dollars to spend


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in my youth
counter clerks ran registers
counted change back

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Back in the day…1950’s
when I first worked on a cash register at FW Woolworth’s
Christmas time was when piggy banks were emptied
for shopping at the “five and dime’ stores.
Back then, it was also expected that the change
be counted back to the customer.  The machines

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a glass of wine
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at supper time,
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doctor’s order’s

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I remember spry Great Aunt Jenny
who lived to be over 100 years old.
She had a glass of red wine every
evening announcing:
“For medicinal purposes only !”

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hang upside down
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gain wisdom, insight, vision
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free will,  free choice known

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.Makura (elbow-pillow)

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Rain covers full moon
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leaning on chair arm watching
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tulip cups filled

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Tulips in the rain, May 25, 2013, Surry, Maine

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spirit’s guidance
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tough law rulings  seek knowledge
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divine intervention
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The Somesville Library. Somesville, Maine.

The artists use the room at the back by the steps…windows full length

of the room…with a view of the mountains, Somes Sound, the Mill pond

to the side, and a quaint Maine Street and Iconic bridge.

Those are for other days, other poems.

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Fireblossom Friday — Location, Location, Location!
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This time, I want you to write a poem
in which the physical setting is integral to the poem.
You might choose a natural setting, or a man-made one;
a beautiful setting,or a not so beautiful one,
just make sure that the “where” of the poem is a vital
part of it.
Write an original poem adhering to these simple
instructions.

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Turn of the century library,
Monday and Fridays home for artists
to be together in community feeling
free to create without of judgement.

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Year ’round, the 6 or 8 painters
gather to paint, when the weather
doesn’t permit plein aire.  It is a
blessing to be able to use the library.

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The library feels like kind souls
have left their spirits here,
next to the mill pond,
with the mountain view.
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A place where diverse souls gather
with a common bond of art…beginners
to professionals and in between.
Home is where the heart is…
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Our hearts and souls feel at home here,
amongst the old and new books, the

tourists that drop in ask to use the WiFi,
and with each other…home away from home.

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You are among toads

You are among toads.



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Not quite flat out cat, Bianca, sleeping  ~ but almost there !   It’s an over-stuffed chair, which she loves to sleep on.

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Silence.  Cat’s breathing.

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Sleeps with one ear to the world

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Flat out restful sleep

 

 

Silence.  Flat out cat.

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Silence. Sink deep into space

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Flat out calm. Wake.  Clear

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Fire,  Water,  AirEarth.

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man’s  bond  with  Yaweh’s  word

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Mathew,  Mark,  LukeJohn

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She Waits
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Time has erased her mind
Now…. Her hands pocketed
Feet tirelessly peddle the floor
Beautiful sea glass eyes
Peer expectantly out the door
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748 days I have known her
748 days she has waited and peered
For whom she waits
I will never know
What treasures lie beneath the outwardly blank mind
I will never know
I dream that she lived loudly ,
Happily
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I dream that her waiting is for a long lost wild lover
Or dear child
Or treasured friend
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People that keep her padding daily to the door
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“I will see you tomorrow sweet lady” … My daily bid adieu
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“Oh no you won’t “
Sea glass eyes twinkle
“I won’t be here , but so nice to meet you .”
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For whom she waits
I will never know
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© 2013  Dr. Tiara Stingley

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Dr. Tiara Stingley is from Nashville, Tennessee.
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She is an Individual Consultant at Rodan and Fields
and Doctor of Physical Therapy at RehabCare Group.

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