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‘A wooden dock and a salt pond’
(The reluctant darkness of inner Earth, freed for a day’s holiday, wrestles with the sun) A newer dock extends from shore out into clear, sky-relfecting water. You can tell it’s new(er) because the planks running horizontally up the dock are varying shades of green. The dock ‘recedes’ into the center of the photo and is bracketed by four square pilings, each topped with white ‘deca-something’ shaped caps. (They come to a point, the four sides of the post/pilings easily seen in the photo).
The salt pond fills the lower-center of the photo. Across the center a distant edge of land runs from left to right and divides the sea from the sky. This day there is less difference between the two than usual. The sky is filled with soft-mountains, in shades of white-almost-clear at the top of the scene down to dark as night, the weight of the clouds turning them into ‘almost earth’ at the bottom.

Before we begin, acknowledgments and shoutouts. First among acknowledgements would be Josie Two-Shoes, our host and safe-harbor provider. The blog invites all to share those elements, aspects, parts and sections of daily life that inspires and/or causes us to feel grateful. Pretty simple, isn’t it? Well, no, not necessarily. There are those among us who, while certainly recognizing the valuable and positive effects of such an exercise, might be inclined to think, ‘oh, man. suppose I can’t think of enough things or…or, maybe they really aren’t grateful things. And it’s up there for everyone to see.’ Not to worry. Two words: Book of Secret Rules (aka Secret Book of Rules). It is not a ‘part’ of the theme, it’s more a consensus among participants that, while every group activity has some level of rules, or direction or guidelines, the spirit of this exercise is the only critical element. The spirit of good intent. The BoSR/SBoR allows that anything goes provided the person claiming it’s imprimatur lets us know how much they enjoy it.

The primary photo was taken ‘at work’ today. Tell me that that doesn’t get me at least 3 Grats

  1. I have the opportunity to go to the shore, beach, and other water-related places in the course of doing my job
  2. Clients of long-standing, by definition, people I enjoy spending the time with
  3. Variety in the character and nature of the requirements and demands of the business I’ve chosen, (a line from Godfather I*)

Una and Phyllis

  1. Phyllis for providing the concrete in which I can anchor my more ethereal nature, like not using a wobbly table when attempting to build a really tall house of cards
  2. Una for being a role model for how to get the most from life and
  3. (deal) with the stresses that are a by-product of Item 3

Writing (‘Home and Heart’ and ‘Almira’) because of the things I come across in the process… take this story of Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well (please!) I found my way to that story as part of the exploring process to discovering where Sister Cletus was born (in central Croatia, around 1936). This part of learning to write surely warrants two mentions

  1. seeing paintings and photos that signify the reality of tales and stories that form the warp and woof of human history and culture. the sense of beauty (or horror) it might evoke in one person is not as critical as the fact that it becomes part of what people hold true down through the ages. The factual or imaginary elements have little or no significance, at least to one who believes in the power of perspective. That a (talented) person went to the trouble to paint the painting and it has survived and been enjoyed (for reasons esthetic and religious) says that it’s real.
  2. learning about things that are/were/could-again-be as awful as singularly expressed in the second photo, which (to my dismay), was a real thing.

‘Christus und die Samariterin am Brunnen’
Maria Anna Angelika Kauffmann RA (30 October 1741 – 5 November 1807)



Sisak children’s concentration camp was a concentration camp during World War II, set up by the Croatian Ustaše government for Serbian, Jewish and Romani children. The camp was located in Sisak, Croatia.


9) whoa, getting a little heavy here, for a gratitude blog hop. But I will leave my items in place. While there can be no denying the horror of the potential heights to which man’s inhumanity to man can soar, it exists, side by side with the good.

10) SR 1.3


*  Godfather I scene with Hyman Roth and Michael Corleone

(man, talk about the weird paths one encounters when writing stuff. As has been my practice of late, I’m going to include a music vid. The basis of its inclusion is the same as it’s always been, whatever is stuck in my head at the moment. the only effective way to get it to stop is to pass it along. ….you’re welcome)


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Six Sentences (in which a) Story (is crafted, using a prompt word which pops) UP (once a week).

zoe (and Joules sit and watch the mailbox, which is virtual in reality, however, in this little exercise it’s a big green mailbox with a red flag in the shape of a robin; when the postman, Silas Varnum, closes the front of the box, he pulls on a white cotton string that rings a small silver bell. It’s Joules’ second favorite sound).


“No, sorry, ain’t nobody by that name here.”

The man stood in the tiny yard, leaf spattered grass shaped like a staple, connected the low white fence to the front of the porch of the small house.

“You might want to try up by where the winter church use ‘ta be; stay on Hiawatha Ave ’til it turns back into Circuit Ave, across from the ball field at Veira Park.”

One hand at the top of his rake echoed unconscious dreams of muskets and cannon; his white dress shirt buttoned to the top, the smooth, slightly darker color of worn collar points and cuffs added decorative piping to the uniform of a member of the army of the retired poor.

The young couple looked at each other and, each within themselves, sought to picture the future in Oak Bluffs. He heard society’s tutor-commander silently insisting that he succeed and make something of himself, the better to provide for his family. She felt the briefest of kicks within and like the briefest flaring of a distant star, burned with a fierce certainty that their home was just up the road.


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Una and the Rose
(center-left foreground) A single red (and some other low-end of the spectrum colours) set like a precious stone in a circle of un-bloomed flowers.
(center-center) Una waits on all four legs and regards the camera with an alert expression, i.e. tail straight back parallel to the green grass and ears erect, triangles capturing all sound.

Each week Josie Two-Shoes hosts the Ten Things of Thankful bloghop, inviting everyone to share a list of people, places and things that have caused them to experience a feeling of gratitude. (It can be something as immediate as the still-hot cup on coffee to the right of your keyboard, or as time-worn as feeling of ‘rightness’ standing before the never-still ocean or even the spontaneous smile that appears when a dog wags their tail at you. She, (Josie, not the dog), provides an environment that encourages the comfortable exchange of these experiences, no matter what the background, temperament, mood or state-of-mind of the participant.

And that is where the TToT stands apart, in the way it encourages creativity of expression. As with any (other) art, and I will maintain that a bloghop like the TToT is very much an exercise in creative writing, some writers employ a style that speaks to the purity of simplicity, for example, those of Kristi or Pat. Then, there are those who have that gift of seeing the ordinary and taking it in an unexpected direction. Mimi does this with her thematic TToTs… (the first time I read one of them, I was like, ‘what??! lol… what a cool idea.‘) Others are conversational and reading their TToT posts is like being invited over to their house and just hangin out and getting all up on things, ordinary and extraordinary. Our host Josie and Kerry do this with a natural ease that cannot but bring a smile.

And then, there are the rest of us, (lol… I know! zoe is sitting back smiling, ‘hey Joules… get the popcorn! stat!)  I thought to myself, this morning, I thought, ‘ok what would be a little different…’)

P V Q S P S A A T J G E M M X 
H F I V E R T E N G U G I B U 
Y D Y R I N N O R U X N N M J 
L D L M T R T A R B E E D B X 
L G L E E U V E W Y T L F L C 
I A N T I I A O N E L L U X R 
S V N I T F R L C C L A L I D 
O I H Y V K E H W N E H N S R 
O C E A N I N K D O I C E N M 
Q P Z V D O R V A J R O S E H 
K P C H L Z Q D C W J L S D J 
E S U O H E E R T T O T D R O 
I K G G E D O C T R I N E A S 
D Y A I H T N Y C R S O B G I 
C X C V X H X O F W V E T J E 



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This week the prompt word is ‘PLATE’

Not: LATE or FREIGHT or even CRATE! …plate.

zoe’s instructions are quite explicit: a story that employs the word (in some capacity), limited in total length to precisely Six Sentences.

So this week’s Six Sentence Story is, like most of life here in the virtual world, mostly factual but in (some) part fictional. But then, therein lies the charm. The experience (and the inference that leads to an insight into the human psyche) were quite real. The day and time and place has been eaten by that famously hungry, increasingly attractive goddess, Lethe.


As I walked down Circuit Ave very early one Tuesday morning, in a forgotten year’s October, I noticed movement on the opposite side of the street. The street and it’s sidewalks were deserted; the combined effect of the time of year and the time of day. Only natives, (who claimed with defiance and pride the title of ‘Islander’) would be available, but few had the time or the interest to window-shop the businesses that hadn’t closed down on Labor Day.

I did not stop or slow my pace, rather I turned my head to the left and, once both eyes were looking ‘over there’ instead of ‘up ahead’, I saw a man walking parallel to me. Within that brief instant, a period in which a tick of a clock would be too long but a stutter of a heartbeat far too short an interval, I realized it was my reflection in a plate-glass window of a combination, gift shop/consignment clothing store, with the unlikely name of ‘Give it One More Try’.

After a laugh that was one part embarrassment but mostly appreciation of the world’s endless ability to surprise me, I thought, ‘You didn’t recognize yourself?’ (complete with a slight Yiddish accent); before I could admit I hadn’t, the thought came, ‘Well then, who were you expecting to see?’



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Walking towards home on a Misty September morning.
Phyllis wearing her pink, ‘Meteor Crater’ hoodie walks with Una towards the house.
Not yet autumn brown, the leaves of the low bushes in the foreground are becoming increasingly transparent with the loss of the chlorophyl in their leaves.

This is the 789th installment of the Ten Things of Thankful. Please, lets hear it for Josie Two Shoes (and her predecessor and founder of this here bloghop here, Lizzi St. John-Lewis) without who’s (or whose or whos’) vision for a virtual playground of spirit-building equipment and toys and such, we would all be typing an entirely different set of words.

(And, you would, too, you know. Typing different words. If Josie (and Lizzi) were not a feature of your ‘virtual’ reality.)

There! see how simple this exercise can be? Two… or one Things of Thankful and I haven’t even inserted a single photo or superscripted number.

Continue? Thank you, I will.

(Well, yes. That would qualify. There are limits to the …solidity of Items that might be cited, but sure, to note an inferred permission…no, make that an encouragement to continue along a certain path towards the completion of a list of Ten Items, would be an un-contested entry of this week’s List.)

Is anyone keeping count? I imagine there are three. Thank god there is not a tribunal or agency that has final say over the number or the content of (any participant’s) Ten Things of Thankful post. That would surely transform a self-directed exercise into a duty or worse, something that ‘is really good for you to do’. Now this may be my Y Chromosome talking, but having a person tell me exactly how something must be done, in order for it to have merit or be deserving of the acceptance of others is a non-starter. (Not that there’s anything wrong with lacking a Y Chromosome… some of my best friends are Y Chrome deficient (YCdef… yo)).

So, in keeping with my Joyce homage. (yeah, as if). I will express explicit and unconditional gratitude to the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules). Writing weekly posts in this Etch-a-Sketch world of blogs and bloghops since it’s inception leaves me with a sense of appreciation (yeah, cha….ching!) of the creativity-empowering setting in which we are fortunate to interact with one and other each week. The BoSR/SBoR is, for me, the manifestation of this attitude, promulgated by ‘2J-Shoes’ and nurtured and supported by all participants. It is a most excellent demonstration of (an) ‘attitude of gratitude’.

I should (and, rather than leave it as a ‘conditional promissory verb’*, I will restate that), I will dar las gracias (and a shoutout to Kerry, who I associate with the SOC (both the blohop and, more importantly, the attitude of writing what is in the mind at the moment, trusting that the reader will, through the thaumaturgy of blog writing and reading, will find elements here that encourage and support their own efforts along the same lines.)

(Yeah, there are the standard Items in this, (as in all of our TToT posts), that form the context and foundation of our personal expression of gratitude. This being a ‘weekend’ ‘hop, I will continue it tomorrow, when I might be in a more explicit mood. (Or would that be, more properly a, ‘more literal mood’?…  well, since you asked, I’ll go with ‘a more explicitly literal mood’.)

As the simplest of demonstrations of the ‘user friendly-ness’ of the TToT, I will mention that I intend to return to these pages tomorrow with additional Items of Grat, possible photos of interest and, given the nature of life (and to borrow a meme from Denise (at Girlie on the Edge)…ie if I awaken tomorrow, (the implied uncertainty being the most city-block-wide-red-spray-paint graffiti of gratitude in its most fundamental form) I might even have some additional photos. ten four

(New Readers? math and the unfair restrictions it would impose upon us is an optional quality here at the Doctrine. So, that ‘789th Post’ thing, at the top? It might be true!*)

*one of the simplest ‘tests’ that are available to help determine the predominant worldview of a person, (aka personality type), here at the Doctrine? Go up to the person you’re not sure of and ask: “How much is 2 + 2?” If they answer immediately with not the slightest of hesitation, you’re safe with roger… if they look at you and laugh (good-naturedly) you can rest east that they be a scott. If, however, they take their time, look down to their left, start to answer, look around to see if there’s anyone else around and then say, “In what context?”  you’re safe going with a probable clark.

…oh yeah, that reminds me!

Here is a somewhat impromptu Item… (actually it represents a form of hypo-grat of the most extenuating sort**  I was talking to Val (on the Facebook regarding a link that I put in the morning’s Gravity Challenge reminder. ( I send them each morning to Joy and Val and Kristi, except for Sunday morning)… in any event, it was a clip from ‘The Princess Bride’, the joke about the use of the word ‘inconceivable’.) In any event, I went back to the youtube and looked up ‘Princess Bride’ and came across one of my favorite scenes and, to use a true rogerian expression, as I thought about my developing writing skill, as I watched the scene, ‘my head swelled up and my face fell’. To be able to write a scene like this… ayiiee!

(the scene:

10) SR 1.3


* not a ‘real’ grammatical or rhetorical term

** if you recognized a faux rogerian expression, I tip my hat.


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