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Sunset over the land on the far side of the harbor of the Port of Galilee in Narragansett RI. We’re standing in the parking lot. The sun has just touched the earth and is putting up a fight. The center of the sun is too-bright-to-look-at white but it’s bleeding red to the sides, the remains of the day spreads, bright yellow into pale yellow into a tired rose, spreading to the right and left. The color, more hues and shades than primary colors, stands out against the dark line of the earth. The top third of the scene is comprised of evening gray clouds against the previous afternoon’s blue sky, settling downwards, like blankets on an un-made bed. In the immediate foreground is water, bracketed by boats tied up to docks. There is a single, vertically-serrated line of sunlight that crosses the water in the middle of scene. If you’re inclined to think that this line (which almost touches the setting sun) is a support, a pylon for the still too bright to see sun, you’d be disappointed. If you stare at the light in the water, you end up feeling certain that it, (the line of sunlight), is a hopeless lifeline thrown towards shore.

This is the Ten Things of Thankful bloghop. Organized and presented by Josie Two Shoes every weekend, the TToT is a grat ‘hop with a difference. As the title suggests, the idea is to relate to readers and fellow writers the people, places and things for which you are grateful. What sets this grat blog apart is that the only true requirement (for participation) is ‘good intent’. (Yes, that is a rather vague term. It is also a hugely inclusive, wildly open-ended term, which is why I use it. A very simple ambition, though, to act with good intent. But now I run the risk of stem winding*, so on with the show.)

Lets begin with something simple… (someone tell zoe that ‘guffaw’ is not, in most circles, the optimal response)

2) A Friday Walk with Una (unplugged)

3) What do you mean, ‘Where did Number 1 go?’ How would I know?! Here I am, sitting at my computer on a Sunday morning looking for a photo of Phyllis to anchor it’s own Item and I realize that not only am I out of sequence, there are numbers missing!

5) Hey! Go to Amazon at this link  and treat yerself to a muy coolita** coloring book created by our friend Cynthia, she is a living example that with determination and a willingness to follow the path no matter what, a person can totally self-develop themselfs. Go to her site ‘Intuitive and Spiritual‘ she’ll show you how.

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Una sitting at the dining room table. In front of her (she is facing to the left in the spindle-back chair), on a white tablecloth with a field of small rose-colored squares, is a black laptop computer. On top of the laptop is a gift from Friend of the Doctrine Cynthia. It’s copy of her just-published adult coloring book, ‘The Tree of Life’. The cover has a tree taking up the top 2/3s. The tree is a very simple trunk, two parallel lines rising and curling apart to blend in with the individual leaves of the tree. These leaves are elongated ovals with smaller colorful ovals contained within. It is a very cool thing.

6) Phyllis and Una

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Phyllis and Una. Phyllis has her hand on Una’s head and laughing at the camera, in part, and you have to look closely, due to the fact that Una, for reasons known only to her, is sticking her tongue out.

8) Garden Update:

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A photo in portrait orientation (taller than it is wide by half). We’re standing before the Una garden, the ‘U’ is easily discerned with it’s brown, raw soil cut out of the pale green of the lawn. From where we stand, the ‘U’ could be an ‘n’. The open part of the letter is to the left, the bottom is to the right. The other letters, due to the angle, are visible only as thin brown lines shrinking into the distance. (The space within both the ‘n’ and the ‘a’ of ‘Una’ is foreshortened so much as to be non-distinguishable). Above and beyond the letters the lawn continues until it runs into a wall of tall pine trees. The horizontal branches of the trees are lighter and almost fuzzy green. The trunks of the trees are black and very straight, parallel lines. In the immediate foreground left, is our cairn. The pile of stones and rocks. They are roughly rounded in texture and the predominate shape is cubes-trying-to-be-squares. There is an oval stone, long axis upright, in the front of the pile from our perspective. Colors fall victim to texture, grayish white, turning dark from shades formed by their own surfaces. They look old and common, but friendly enough.

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View of the garden from the house. Actually from a second story window. The letters are clearly letters, (capital ‘U’, small ‘n’ and small ‘a’). The brown of the raw soil ranges from dark, (where the soil appears damp), to light brown. The cairn is to the far left side of the photo and the rocks look pretty much all white, but that ‘stone white’ rather than chalk white. It’s easy to see the individual stones, being as ‘simply solid’ as stones tend to be, what little space might be between the individual rock are full of shadow black, contrasting nicely, even at this distance.

9) Home and Heart (a Sister Margaret Ryan story). Double Chapter week this week!  Chapters 11 and 12 will be out tomorrow morning. (For those falling behind on our tale, Sister Margaret is having lunch with her mother and her brother, Father Matthew Stephen, (yeah, seems to run in the family). She is asked to do something about the foreclosure on the family home. Meanwhile, Sister Catherine is with Roanne Avila getting similar bad news from an attorney about the recently-windowed young woman’s home and, worse, there appears to be a problem reaching her daughter, Patrice. Finally, Arlen Mayhew (yes, a descendant of the Thomas Mayhew, who established the first settlement on Martha’s Vineyard) and Drusilla Renaude (of Renaude and Associates, the brokerage selected by the Bernebau Company to market their newest development to be located in and around Crisfield MD), are on a corporate jet headed to Miami.  There. All caught up.  Join us at ‘Home and Heart’  things are about to get curiouser and curiouser

 

7) Lets go for a quick visit to the 1980s for a little music to get out of this admittedly odd TToT post.

10) SR 1.3

*  ‘Stem winding’, hey! I thought the phrase meant, to indicate, by the winding of a watch, that a speech is going long. Apparently there is more, including it’s first usage as a statement of high quality, from back when a wristwatch was a luxury.  Here… read it for yourself.

** probably not ‘real’ Spanish… heck, probably not real words in any langauge

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

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(Heading out into Wednesday…wish me luck, meetcha back here Wednesday evening)

Made it. Now for a little stretching and exercise. Now is the time for all good…

 

…ok, lets try this: detective story in first person.

This is, of course, zoe’s weekly bloghop, the Six Sentence Story. The prompt word is ‘LIFT’.

I heard the lock on the outer door to my office close with the carved metal click that made me glance towards the drawer that held my .38. Although it was 1:33 am, a time of night when reasonable people are home, asleep in bed, the sound didn’t much bother me. The fact that I didn’t hear the door open, did. As I followed the lead of my reflection in the rain-streaked windows, turning away from dark city streets to face the door, I put my right hand in the now open desk drawer.

Backlit by the bright ceiling lights of the outer office was a woman with a body that was born to take hostages, a heartbeat later I heard a contralto voice that made the word ‘sultry’ sound like ‘lemonade and cookies’; I wanted nothing more out of life than to listen to that voice, “I hope I have right office, the directory in the lift listed ‘Desiderata Investigations’ as being on this floor, but didn’t give the office number.”

I took my hand off the revolver and grabbed my heart; like jumping into a lifeboat swinging off the side of sinking boat, I suspected that one was going to get me killed a lot faster than the other.

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A seagull standing on top of a piling as the ferry to Block Island recedes in the distance. A seagull (in a photo that is mostly shades grey) is a close to what ‘if God were a child and was asked to do a drawing using only three crayons. (no, seriously) As animals depicted in photos go, the seagull in the photo is a badly drawn oval, with two vertical lines for legs, a hooked horizontal line for a beak and a stab of black for an eye. it’s tail is designated by a rough serration of the end of the oval opposite it’s head. The setting, a pier in the fishing port of Galilee in Narragansett Rhode Island. shows the parallel rows of pilings from the perspective of looking down the wooden decked pier. Being of nearly the same dimensions, the effect is almost a vanishing point perspective The gull stand on the second nearest piling on the left. The immediate left of the photo (from bottom to almost the top of the frame) is a piling. It has cracks and fissures running from top, downwards, the very top is slightly beveled and there are streaks of green lining the cracks, moss growing on the wood. The parallel rows of pilings converge so that after the second piling (where the seagull stands) we don’t see them as individual upright posts, rather it looks like a wall running downwards. The top of these tow walls show steps downward as it recedes into the distance, the only indication that this is not a solid wall of brown word, rather is an equally spaced row of posts that we can’t see in between…of…. lol The sky is mattress gray with a soft lumpiness that implies a light behind (or above them).

Josie Two Shoes‘ (or, Josie Two Shoes…. or, it could be Josie Two Shoe’s….. Josie Two Shoeseseses)…. in any event, welcome to Josie (of the multiple foot coverings)’s Ten Things of Thankful bloghop. It’s easy to participate. The benefits are as varied as the participants, but, then that’s the internet for ya.

1) dogs

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Una and a Bed. We know it’s Una because of the pink tab at the bottom of a black triangle of black fur. the central feature in the photo is the bedpost, seen in close-up. A light brown (maple) the post looks like the Pawn in a giant, wooden chess set.

2) Una and Phyllis

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Standing behind Una who looks out a window down at Phyllis who is in her blue Mini (with a white racing stripe) with the top down, backing out of the driveway in front of the house.

 

 

3) books by friends  click here for Cynthia’s excellent website, below on the book to see it on Amazon)

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Click on this here book cover here. You work really hard at… well, at stuff. You owe it to yourself to provide your tired brain and worn down heart a little positivity…. get yerself one of these books.

4) Chapter 11 of ‘Home and Heart’ coming early this week. Chapter 10 is out on jukepop (don’t forget to vote!)

5) I received a rejection letter from an agent this week that I choose to perceive as progress along a certain continuum. Most are professional and polite and, inevitably impersonal. The follow excerpt made we sit back and say ‘whoa’  (and ‘ …whoa’ and ‘damn’) etc:

While I found your characters to be engaging, I personally didn’t connect with the pacing, and because of this, I feel that I cannot represent this novel to the best of its ability.

So the thing about this letter that qualifies it for inclusion on this week’s TToT is that there is constructive feedback in it. (What it suggests is that while writing a book as a serial is good, it may have an effect on the how the story comes across when finally complete and compiled. Note: this agent asked for 50 pages as part of my query letter, most submission guidelines ask for 10 pages.) While a rejection letter might, at first blush, appear to be an Item of hypo-gratitude* in this case it was not.

6) Una Garden update (‘runn, Foress…ruunn’)

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When art hijacks practicality… also known as ‘sending a clark to do a roger’s job’ This photo is a taller than wide photo of a branch stuck in the ground to serve as support to a growing tomato plant. The bottom half shows a rectangle of mottled brown dirt. There is tiniest of hints of a curve to the top edge, no one would be surprised to hear that it is a section of the capital ‘U’ in the ‘Una’ garden. The tomato plant has triangular leaves on branches extending to either side of the stake. There is a viney sinuousness to the way the separate branches of the tomato plant extends to either side. The stake is a tree limb of maybe half a thumb and forefinger around size. It appears to be at least three feet tall and has a near 90 degree angle at the top. Totally looks like a cane, stuck in the ground. Like the tomatoes are expected to be pumpkin sized or something. In the top left of the photo is the pile of rocks, light, stone-colored, with the solidly rounded shape of worn granite stones.

7) the Wakefield Doctrine

8) the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) specifically and by example, provides a rule that allows using negative events as an Item. SR 7.3.2[sub chap: b{9}] which states, in part, “..having had a week populated with flat tires, broken shoe laces, Dear John letters, good fer nuthin boyfriends, failure of appliance a day after expiration of Warranty (and an hour before totally necessary use), writers block, writers cramp,  stiff neck, sore back and a spellczech that changes your refined insights into the mindless, obscene braying of a drunken crowd at an after-hours demolition derby, sometimes things just suck. In such circumstances, with sufficient documentation, it is acceptable to cite an event/occurence/mood or screw-up as one of the Ten Things of Thankful, provided it has been clearly identified as such. (Exception Case 9..1 “…[m]ore than 3 Items of hypograt and you’re just messin with the Rules; more than 8 and you probably need to update your bookmarks.”)

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10) SR 1.3

*  no, really! hypo-grat is a ‘real thing’… check Item 8

 

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‘Charge’ = prompt word

‘Six’ = the number of sentences in the story

‘Story’ = there, indeed, is the rub.

“with the pale cast of thought”

Granted these pre-writing musings often show a certain tendency to wander through a forest of half-formed thoughts and ideas, nevertheless, the effort is worthwhile in terms of reducing the stress of facing a blank and otherwise empty page, come Thursday morning. This week… ayiiee.  Oh well, what does make sense is that each week zoe provides a prompt word and we are invited to get all creative on the thing and conjure up a Six Sentence Story.

 

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The Sixth District Court, built during the late 1980’s, was a sincere if ineffective effort to provide an environment more suited to nurturing the human spirit, as opposed to trampling it, as evidenced in the civic architecture of the previous decade; it’s interior décor and design was resplendent with the use of natural materials: maple veneers for the walls and jury box and witness stand, light brown earth-tones in flooring and upholstery.

Courtroom #3 (this designation, in bronze, outside the sole entrance door, was the glint of steel in the leather scarab, showing its soul, if not it’s body), had four walls of equal length; unfortunately, walls and floors alone do not account for the totality of a room, at least not the subjective experience of occupying it; there is, (if the claim to being indoors is legitimate), always a ceiling.

Unfortunately, the ceiling in the courtroom was thirty feet up; compounding the effect of towering height, and the un-doing of it’s noble ambition toward a friendly, non-threatening place, the only natural light in the courtroom came through narrow rectangular windows, set in four rows where the center of the ceiling had been raised above the roofline, the effect was to make the light and airy courtroom nothing less than a dimly-lit dungeon.

“Your Honor, my client has been charged, not only with a civil misdemeanor, related to his allegedly over-charging the plaintiff for his meal; he also stands accused of allowing a minor, in his charge, to cause to be discharged, a firearm that had been loaded, unbeknownst to my client, with an excessively large powder charge.

Furthermore, upon accompanying the plaintiff to the local hospital’s emergency room, walking, due to the lack of charge remaining in his car that was used to carry both the defendant and the plaintiff to the Civil War re-enactment, my client was told that the Charge nurse had been detained, but not yet charged, by the local police for attempting to charge her phone without permission of the owner of the re-charging equipment. ”

The Judge, sitting high above the people in the room, his grey hair made dark by the spear of bright sunlight descending from the windows above them all, smiled somewhat grimly and said, “Bail is set at $100.00 as, according to the Bailiff, your client’s credit card has charges in excess of its current limits.”

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

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Way to go on the old-school Post title, non?

There was a time when the slightest impinging of random song lyrics, the chance, overheard comment or too-late-on-the-remote-control, intriguing/aggravating/incomprehensible TV commercial would send me racing to the keyboard, here at the Wakefield Doctrine. A simpler time, one might say. A time with a more words than time. It was a time not only of learning, it was having that magical, hardly-ever-directly-observed positive feedback loop being established, the fun of lining up nouns, verbs and objects. Sorta like trying to build a house out of legos, in the dark. The real magic was in the lack of old perspective, the one that would have held forth in a kindly, if not stern manner, “This medium, it is all of the written word, the rhetoric and grammar. What of this do you know how to do?” (I totally got lucky).

There was simply a knowledge, a tip-of-the-iceberg understanding of this Wakefield Doctrine, that I was certain needed to be presented, explained, illustrated and defined. It was pretty fricken amazing. It still is. There has never been a moment of, “aww, man! Do I have to write another Doctrine post? I’ve given them enough examples, detailed information, I’ve done my part.” Never once.

This blog and the path that has opened up, like flipping a switch that turns on every light in one room and one small light in the next, adjoining room, has produced more than I’ve put in.

Sense of direction. You know, when I’m actually paying attention, I know my direction. And I don’t like the feeling of not knowing where I am. At all. So..is it the dislike “lack” of knowing where they are that compels clarks to always want to know? Or is it that we’re born with an excellent, innate sense of direction that, no matter where we are in the universe, if we concentrate, we’ll know where we are relative to everything else?

Did someone say, ‘lets respond to a Comment from a previous post?’

As Friend of the Doctrine, Cynthia so aptly writes, “…we’ll know where we are relative to everything else?” What an excellent lead in to the simplest of descriptions of the ‘purpose’ (aka ‘highest and best use’), of this here Doctrine here. The goal, (the) outcome of one’s use of the Wakefield Doctrine is, ‘to better gain a better appreciation of how we relate ourselves to the world around us.’*

The Wakefield Doctrine offers a perspective on the people, places and things in our world, around us. By adopting this view, not only do we gain an enhanced insight into the motives and methods of the people who populate our days, we are in a position to know them better than they know themselves. And…and! we acquire a certain (don’t tell them I said this), capacity to predict their next action, follow-up reaction and general behavior. Lets see them folks at the Oscar Meyer Briggs give you that (Oscar Meyer-Briggs motto: “hell, this is all self-induced subjective wisdom, so here’s a bunch of letters, knock yerselfs out.”)

Learn the characteristic of the three worldviews (aka personality types) and pay attention to your surroundings today. If you see someone with bad posture, exotic decorations and sly sense of humor, think ‘Outsider/clark‘. When a sole voice rises above the normal conversational din and the people in the supermarket move like iron filings around a magnet, consider ‘Predator/scott‘ (‘keep your hands inside the car and do not engage in eye contact’) and, finally, as the day wears down, the ‘tocks’ no longer hanging on the coattails of the last ‘tick’ and you hear a friendly voice saying anything that employs the word ‘feeling’, look alive, you are about to meet a ‘Member of the Herd/roger

You’ll be surprised, (and possibly, a little creeped-out), by how closely the behavior of these people, (doesn’t matter if you meet them in a Maryland coastal community that is the setting of a serial novel, as Crisfield Maryland is or the totally made-up Midwestern town of Circe, that forms a central point in a wonderful post-telling of the L Frank Baum tale of a girl from Kansas), conforms to this here Doctrine here. Mandatory warning: If you persist and learn what needs to be learned here, there will come a time when you will stop and say, ‘My god! He’s such a roger!’ or ‘What a scott, no wonder she’s always been a friend.’ The warning is not that you will recognize the personality types. The warning is that, once you’ve begun to see the clarks, scotts and rogers in your life, you may be unable to not see the clarks, scotts and rogers in your life.

Well. That’s it for our faux Monday post. How about I post the song that provided our subtitle today? (As Tony Montana said, ‘It is my gift to you.’)

* I always add the same comment/footnote: note that the words were not, “…how we relate to the world around us.” The words were “…how we relate ourselves to the world around us.” Totally big difference, ya know?

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