Finish the Sentence Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This has been another Friday of…. wait, that’s the closing that Kristi uses at the end of her FTSF. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m gonna go ahead and copy/paste that thing right up front here at the beginning. Given the tendencies of posts here at the Wakefield Doctrine to… shall we say, take the off-ramp that clearly has cones and those fence-looking barriers and such. It might be in everyone’s best interest to let you know what it is we’re supposed to be writing about.

the sentence prompt “I’m really afraid that/of…”
Write about spiders, a fear of heights, our political climate, or anything that makes you afraid or think of fear in general. The link-up will stay open through late-night Sunday evening. Write and then visit either Kenya G. Johnson at or me at to add your blog post to the link-up.
Hope to see you there!

Ok, now that we’ve gotten the Public Service Announcements out-of-the-way, on with the Finish the Sentence Friday prompt:


“I’m really afraid that/of…

…I will be subject to scrutiny that is beyond my ability to control or, failing that, influence.” (Spoiler Alert! Spoiler Alert! I just inadvertently tipped my hand for the ‘big finish’. damn!)

Lets start this over again.

“I’m really afraid of the things that instill, inspire, instigate and otherwise install the premise of fear in my mind.” Before anyone is tempted to think, ‘yeah, real original, clark. FDR did that back in the 1940s, at least according to my (current) history books,’ permit me say that although politicians are not normally thought of as the go-to people for philosophical conundrums and Westernized koans, consider what the guy was reputed to have said,  “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.” Jeez Louise! I can’t have been the only kid who heard that and, after the other kids got tired of yelling, ‘Hell yeah… If I was old enough, I’d throw grenades and charge those pill boxes’ and hitting the next smaller kid on the shoulder and running off to do something fun without girls, thought, ‘Oh man! It’s true. There’s no escaping the feeling of fear and dread. The president just said so.’

Despite how I felt (ok, sure, possibly because of how I felt) I ran after the pack, yelling, ‘hey guys! wait for me.’ And they slowed down just enough for me to almost catch up.

And so the young Outsider, surveys the social terrain and accepts the fact of life that, like the taste of a certain apple, once fear has been acknowledged it can be escaped only temporarily.

(New(ish) Readers of the Wakefield Doctrine. Yes, the designation of ‘Outsider’ is a reference to one of the three personality types. The clarks. The other two, Predator and Herd Member correspond to scotts and rogers. There is a rule in the Doctrine, referred to ‘the Everything Rule’. What it states is, ‘everyone does everything, at one time or another’. What it means is that, using today’s prompt, all three personality types experience fear. Because they are a reflection of three different personal realities, what fear is, or, as we say, ‘how fear manifests’,  is a reflection of the character of the world that the individual is experiencing. This is a long way around to say that for me, as a clark, I would substitute the word ‘scrutiny*’ for ‘fear’. It makes a lot more sense. And god knows, clarks really need to believe that things to make sense.)

While I might simply and clearly describe what causes me to feel fear, it is helpful to remember a paraphrase(d) saying, “What doesn’t kill me, shapes my world.” In the (personal) reality of clarks, fear is like rain. It is an ever-present fact of the world. It makes us believe that we feel disappointed (the day at the beach being ruined) or grateful (that the crops will have a chance to survive or angry that nature is being indifferent to our wedding plans. We, most of us, believe that our emotional response is caused by the rain. We have a choice. The same with fear (in the world of clarks, that is). We have the choice of how we feel. Unfortunately for our people, emotions are very much a, ‘at arms length’ transaction (as the real estate people say). But it is available. The choice.

[This just in!! Realtime example. Fear is trying to make this post go on and on. We, all of us who would throw our thoughts and words out to the world, know why that is. Because suppose they all …. fill in the blank with your favorite self-imposed vulnerability.]



*scrutiny: From Middle English scrutiny, from Medieval Latin scrūtinium (a search, an inquiry), from Vulgar Latin scrūtor (to search or examine thoroughly), of uncertain origin. Possibly from Late Latin scrūta (rubbish, broken trash”**); (

**  no! really look it up! broken trash?!!…. who the hell are they calling ‘broken trash’   lol





Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Sitting at my ‘desk’ waiting for the sun to turn the glass in front of my desk back into glass, rather than blackboard and chalk. Six Sentence Story warm-up day is what it is and I figured I’d interrupt my solitaire-as-meditation session and mess of the plain white space of a blank post.

So rumour has it that zoe (the host of this here bloghop here) has given us the word ‘DRESS’ as this week’s prompt word. (For new Readers and participants to be) the idea is to write a story employing the prompt word and, just before hitting ‘Publish’ be able to count six periods. No more and no less. (As implied, the goal is six sentences. Whether you’re going the James Joyce ‘do-you-see-anything-in-my-head,-real-or-imagined-that-suggests-that-I-am-thinking-in-simple-noun-verb-object-constructs-if-so-please-point-it-out’ style or the more familiar Hemingway ‘I can do that. Six sentence, right? Sure thing.’ The fun is in the process (and so is the devil and for some reason, God.)


“Do you like my dress, Mr. Devereaux?”

Simone Sans, the newest dancer at Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge stood half a menu away from my right forearm, the reflective fabric of her dress tried to be a mirror and failed quite enjoyably.

I sat at my usual booth, ashtray and ‘silver’ware standing guard on my drink, the tabletop, all ring-stains and cigarette burns had been shellacked so many times it looked like petrified wood. I smiled at the twenty-going-on-lost girl, “Sure, I like it, but I thought you were in the business of being non-dressed?”

She laughed and hip-bumped my arm, the playful gesture an unstated compliment; in her line of work, physical contact with the patrons was as un-professional as a neurosurgeon bringing a meatball grinder into the operating room, nothing in the rule books says you can’t, but it wouldn’t be wise.

Simone took a half-step back, did a pirouette ending in a curtsy which caused the hem of her dress to rise upwards, the hint of pleasure as subtle as neon on a bar sign.



TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- “The Factotum of the blogosphere.*”

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

“Bella. She could fly when the mood struck her.”
She was Phyllis’ dog (as Ola was mine).
As much as dogs are referred to as being God’s gift to humanity, Phyllis (as Bella’s alpha) stood by her with a selfless dedication that such gifts deserve but don’t often receive.
(Landscape orientation)
The background of the photo is familar and out-of-focus, to no ill-effect. Halfway up is the green with brown (of pine needles) lawn. The top half is of the woods that surround the lawn. Fuzzy small pine trees punctuated (from right to left) with the dark vertical bands of tree trunks of the taller trees. A humble spectrum of colors suggestive of the red shift that indicates an object receding at great speed.
Speaking of speed.
Bella is captured (by the camera) mid-leap, mid-air as she catches an orange frisbee.
I believe (correctly or not) that I once read that Picasso was (in one phase or another) attempting to depict motion by presenting a series of ‘flattened’ images.
Bella appears, at first glance, to be a two dimensional image. However the focus is quite sharp on her, especially in her midsection. Only then do we realize that what we thought was merely an out of focus background is motion, a trick if the eye often experienced In that secretly paradoxical way when watching an object move against a static background.
Bella was quite the dog.


“…since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,” (Shakespeare’s ‘Omelet’ Act 2 Scene 2)

Best take the Bard’s advice and get this done.


1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) *(lol) The fun of the internet and the ease of accessibility it affords us to all sorts of things, including but not limited to a music video of a famous aria, complete with (translated) libretto.

5) bloghops:

Finish The Sentence Friday  with Kristi and Kenya and a bunch of very talented writers killing the Photo Friday

Six Sentence Story Zoe  speaking of ‘the soul of wit’ these guys rock the micro-flash fiction

the Ten Things of Thankful Josie and them

6) our host Josie Two Shoes

7) **Available Guest Grat Item.**
(If there is anyone reading this post who likes the idea of posting items of gratitude but, for one reason or another is not able to put together an entire post, send it in as a Comment and I’ll copy-paste it here.)

8) Sunday Supplement

Guarding the home and waiting for summer. Una watches the woods sleep.
(Landscape orientation)
Alternate title: ‘Of triangles and parallelograms’
The top half of the photo is of our backyard, which is separated from the pine woods (‘fill-in’ green along the top edges of the photo). The separator of sickly-green lawn from lush, left-alone pine trees is a rail fence. Two parallel rails connected by round posts.
At the bottom of the photo is the corner of the deck off the back of the house. In front of this corner sitting on the grass, with her back to the camera, is Una.
She the the only solid color in the photo. Solid (but shiny) black. Her ears form a v, almost like the notch on an arrow that the string sits in, prior to being launched at a target.
Kinda apt, no?

9) Sunday Supplicant (ask nice, now)

10) Secret Rule 1.3 (op.cit.; “…[t]he completion, either approaching or realized of a list of Ten Things constitutes a legitimate item (for said list) and may, achronistically, be appended , placed in or other{wise} be included on said list, (Loc. cit. TToT, 01-27-2018)



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Phinish the Photo Pfriday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Today we join Kristi and Kenya at the newly revamped Finish the Sentence Friday bloghop. The primary change was to provide a different ‘theme’ or prompt, each week. There’s a chart out there that Kristi put on the group’s page on ‘the Facebook’. It tells one what needs to be done, wordistically-speaking.

So this week it’s… (hold on, let me do a copy paste)

Finish the Sentence Friday is a link-up where writers and bloggers come together to share their themselves with a particular prompt (different formats each week of the month). If you’d like to participate, join our Facebook group. Link up your prompts below! Please no “link dumping.” If you include a link, comment on other posts.


Photo Share Friday – share a photo and share the story behind it.


The story behind the photo.

This photo is, in a very real, yet quite imaginary sense, my very own: Wardrobe (CS Lewis), Tornado (L Frank Baum) Rabbit Hole (Lewis Carroll). The people in the photo are the namesakes of the central idea that brought me to the virtual world: the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

The Wakefield Doctrine is a perspective on the world and the people around us. It is easy to learn, fun to use and available only to those with the kind of curiosity that welcomes new ideas and the intellect to permit major league suspension of disbelief.

The people in the photo? They are the people from which we derive the three personality types1 of the Wakefield Doctrine. Before we go any further, I will state un-equivocally: the Wakefield Doctrine is gender, age and culture neutral. As it happened, the people around which the concept of the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers took form were three guys by the name(s): clark, scott, roger.

As with any personality type schema, the names are markers, the characteristics of the three types is where the fun (and usefulness) are at.

I’m thinking, ‘OK, the instructions for this week are clear enough, ‘share a photo and share the story behind it’. Do they mean the story of how the photo came to exist or do they want to know what the photo represents, symbolizes or simply ‘why this photo’.

Gotta go with Door Number Three.

You know how all those personality type systems with their clever little surveys and tests and all are so much fun to take and even more fun to share? “”Honey? Come here, there’s this Quiz on the Facebook, it so has you down to a ‘T'”.  The Wakefield Doctrine is exactly like that, except different.

Being a perspective, rather than a thing, the purpose, use and value of the Wakefield Doctrine is aid us in our efforts to better understand the world and people around us. The Doctrine approaches this by challenging us to discover how a person is relating themselves to the world around them. It (does this) by proposing that we all experience the world, to a small but certain extent, on a personal basis. This is referred to as a ‘worldview’. The theory holds that we are, all of us, born with the potential to experience the world (and, very importantly), grow up and develop in one of three worldviews, that of the Outsider(clarks), the Predator(scotts) or the Herd Member(rogers). At a very early age we end up in one and develop our coping strategies appropriate to the character of that worldview.

“But! But what the heck does this have to do with CS Lewis or, for that matter, the blogosphere? What about that?”

Guess I should describe the path from a chance insight in 1981 and typing today’s post.
In the summer of 2009, I was driving around with a friend talking about life, reality and ‘the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers’. For whatever reason, I said, ‘This theory is so true and so much fun, I got to do something more with it’. My friend replied, ‘I agree and, in my work in counseling, I do in fact use the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers at times. But the name is not good, too college dorm. You need a better name.’ I then said, ‘Alright then. From now on it’s the Wakefield Doctrine.’ He laughed, ‘That’s an excellent name. What are you going to do with this Wakefield Doctrine?’ I replied, ‘Well, I guess I need to start a blog. Let the world know all about it.’

The weird part? Until that Saturday evening, my opinion of blogs and bloggers was the rather typical, ‘Sure, now what makes you think that you have anything to say on this blog that anyone would care to read? What you had for breakfast? Maybe your opinion on the state of the world! Yeah, right.’ The thing is, with the decision came a passion that I cannot recall experiencing before, at least not in public and in the daytime. I found that writing posts was the opposite of work. I couldn’t wait to start the next one.

Now the really weird part. I didn’t change. I was still a clark. (I will leave the fun of discovering the full implications of that statement to new Readers). Suffice to say, all of my insecurities, fear of scrutiny, fear of looking like an idiot, fear of meeting people, all stopped existing in the context of writing this here blog here. Seriously. I found a strength (I already used the ‘passion word’) that not only had me going beyond my lifetime-accepted limitations, I enjoyed doing everything and anything I could to get the story of the Wakefield Doctrine out to as many people and readers as I could. This ‘everything’, included joining my first bloghop. Yep! Finish the Sentence Friday (and the Facebook) was a threshold I crossed that brought me into contact with many I still value as friends.

…the actual photo? Taken in the mansion at Harkness Memorial State Park on the shores of Long Island Sound in the town of Waterford, Connecticut.

Guess that says it all. The photo I’m sharing this particular Friday explains how it is I’m here sharing this photo.

1) hey! I was down here getting ready to disclaimer whatever it was I thought I should, to head-off any criticism of ‘over-reaching’ or ‘being silly’ with the terms I use to describe the Doctrine. You know, something to the effect that ‘this is all based on anecdotal evidence and does not claim status as…’ then it struck me, ‘Well, duh, clark. Give the readers some credit, why don ‘cha?’ Ain’t a chi square, distribution analysis or bell curve within fifty metres* of your blog.’
I thank you, future Readers, for reminding me to stay with what makes this Wakefield Doctrine so unique and fun… the fun and uniqueness of it!

* lol, sorry, couldn’t resist



Six Sentence Story – the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Mid-week already. Time to begin the wonderful/horrible, simple/impossible process of writing a Six Sentence Story what I can link up with zoe and them.

If I make it sound like an unpleasant chore, I apologize. The fact of the matter, this bloghop provides me with both lessons and encouragement in my quest to learn to write real good. The lessons are free. There are writer/participants here that, in no uncertain terms, have a way with words. (As opposed to have their way with words, which is more the case with Keith and D.Avery both of whom, metaphorically sitting in the back of the class and barely repressing laughter, are both on a first name basis with).

Not all that different from others with an ambition to improve my craft, I find myself reading the ‘Sixes’ of certain writers who weave their stories with an economy of words that leaves me shaking my head in bemused wonder. Like the proverbial ‘carrot-on-a-stick’ I have to stop myself from writing faster (and more) when I find the germ of an idea. Looking at what Paul, Irene and Deborah Lee write with such elegantly spare descriptions that nevertheless evoke emotion, I find hope. To balance it all I can go to Pat or Mimi or Josie, who have that really cool thing of writing what reads like people sound when they talk. However, every now and then I’m in the mood to burn down the house, in which case Reena and Neel are always there to help with the gas cans.

OK! limbered and stretched   …where the heck is that prompt word!! Bring it on! I’ll murdalize the puny……”


“Don’t, don’t say anything.” Turning away, the woman felt a part of her heart reaching out to the non-specific allure of the night-shrouded landscape; the room behind her, it’s single, dim lamp growing from a cluttered desk, re-cast her face with a waning crescent shadow.

After a tempestuous marriage to a man of fire and will, the woman found her young-girl-desire for excitement replaced by the understanding that no one leaves a battlefield without scars.

When she first met the man, now behind the ramparts of a paper and book castle, his dry wit seemed the epitome of sophistication, his careful consideration of every decision and action, grounded maturity. In the first days of their growing connection, his emotional reticence grew into permission (and encouragement) to build a new scale model of the world that (many of us) keep hidden within, the better to safeguard our hopes and dreams.

“As an attorney and your husband, I’m compelled to advise you that the Doctrine of Mutual Mistake entitles us to share the blame; conversely it imposes a duty to make every effort to accept responsibility, surely we owe it to ourselves to try.”