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

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I’m borrowing from the approach I take when writing a post for zoe’s Six Sentence Story bloghop, i.e. that the most effective way to write something (a post, a story, a book or a blogpost), is to already be writing something. In the hope that what you write is something like what you’d set out…to….write.

This is, of course, the Ten Things of Thankful bloghop. Each week Josie invites one and all to share those things (or people) (or events) (or anything else) that elicit a sense of gratitude. It’s an exercise that is exceptionally varied in format, both in (how) one might express it, as well as how we experience (the effects of) participation.
(In the Wakefield Doctrine we have a thing called, ‘the Everything Rule’. In a nutshell (ha ha zoe), the Everything Rule says, ‘everyone does everything, at one time or another’. Of course, the context is the Wakefield Doctrine with it’s three worldviews (aka personality types). What gave rise to ‘the Everything Rule’ was that people sometimes would say, ‘hey! that’s a thing that a clark would do’ or, ‘isn’t that kind of job only for scotts‘. We’d look and say, “No! clarks, scotts and rogers (i.e. everyone) can do anything the other can, it’s how that thing manifests for the individual that is important”.  ex: A clark and a scott and a roger can all go to a restaurant for dinner (together). fine. ‘going to a restaurant for dinner’ is a different experience for each of the three.)

Enough of the personality theory! the Everything Rule has an application to the TToT, (imo), in a similar way. How we experience this exercise can be different for each of us, how we benefit, (from participation), can be different for each of us. However, the common factor is the state/condition of thankfulness. same but different.

Boy! Am I glad the TToT isn’t a live-reading event…. the wind coming off the swinging exit doors would be gale force by this point in my presentation! lol

Item 1:

That there is, here at the TToT, the sense that the only requirement, (or ‘Rule’ if one chose to be provocative), is ‘good intent’. To hold that the sharing of one’s experience of gratitude, in whatever manner or form, as being something to be given without a secret (or overt) quid pro quo.

Item 2:

That, by our participation, we create a place, if only for a few days each week, where there is a common spirit (or to put it in more Y Chromistic terms: “hey! lemme tell you about what I think happened that made me grateful, then I totally wanna hear what happened to you.”)

Item 3: Phyllis and Una

Item 4: the gift (for today) of being able to walk and talk, pick up objects and move about, at will.

Item 5: the internet, as I experience it, including, but not limited to: zoe’s Six Sentence Story, the Gravity Challenge, Finish The Sentence and the other ‘places’ here in the ‘sphere

Item 6: the Wakefield Doctrine, (for the perspective it makes available and (it’s) challenge to see the world as the other person is experiencing it)

Item 7: the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) which, in part, includes ‘Items of Hypo-Gratitude’, defined as those things that are really aggravating, but, if we can just put a little distance between us, really isn’t the mountainous tragedy that it may seem at the time. Conditions necessary to cite hypo-gratudiness items: ‘ya gotta know that at the end of the day, it’s just a part of life’

Item 8: Sister Margaret Ryan.  The hero(ine) of my first completed novel, ‘Blogdominion‘ is back. At least she will be, in the second book, ‘Home and Heart’. This will be another in the series that I’ve decided to refer to as, ‘nun noir’. Sister Ryan will be back at Jukepop (Jukepop motto: ‘ if you’re gonna write War and Peace, do it in serial format, that way by the time the reader notices, they’ll be hooked by the characters’) Hoping to have Chapter One ready this weekend. Sign up for an email link or just say, ‘hey send me them chapter links!’

Item 9: (to be determined*) (…while we wait for me to come up with something odd, but hopefully interesting,  Hey! Kerry!! Any travel stories from your Mexico trip to help a brother out?…  (thank you!).)

Item 10: SR 1.3  (new Readers? this, SR 1.3, is one of the most user friendly of the famous (or infamous) Book of Secret Rules (aka Secret Book of Rules), which, despite the name, is totally available to any and all participants of the TToT.  (‘Book of Secret Rules motto: ‘hey! that sounds reasonable! just be sure to use faux legal (‘faux legal’) terms like, ‘in part’, ‘including but not limited to’, ‘loco parentis’, and, while you’re at it, a couple of ibid(s), op.cit and [t]otally non-sensical punctuation.  It’s fun and totally useful. Need an explanation for a grat item you think might puzzle the other TToTeers?  BoSR/SBoR!! (or, you can just say, ‘well, that guy at that Wakefield Doctrine blog assured me that is would be alright and, though a little odd, seemed harmless enough…’)

 

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

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cool thing in a clients’ house… I actually had to ask what it was

There’s an old saying, ‘a good thing that is shared, will never be lost’. This would very much be the case with the TToT. Originally created by Lizzi Lewis and shepherded through the early years (see photos below*), Our Miz Lewis did what all successful people do, she shared a passion.

Josie** has taken up the (there should be some humorous analogy here, but I can’t think of one). Bottom line, she has taken the helm and the Ten Things of Thankful bloghop continues. The ‘rules’ are simple: share ten things that/for which you are grateful for, from the week immediately behind us or any time.

1) Lizzi for creating this thing

2) Josie for continuing this thing

3) the internet for providing the place for this thing

4) my work for allowing me the resources to afford the technology to access this thing

5) Phyllis for creating an environment in which I have become increasingly aware of the parts of my life that I can reference in this thing

6) the reasonable good-sense (almost) to know when a semi-clever rhetorical thing has run it’s course, (fans of horses will applaud this description)

7) Una for being a constant power of example

8) I’m grateful for having come to know Almira Ristani Gulch, the co-central character in ‘Almira’

9) I’m tempted to say, I’m grateful for having gotten this far in a list, which by virtue of being the first in the new order (of Ten Things of Thankful) without getting too weird

10) I glad that I didn’t

 

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*and, before anyone find themselves thinking, ‘my god is she all right?’ let me say, ‘of course she is, she’s a clark and anyone can tell you, clarks are the damn Phoenixeses of personality types’. We keep doing creative things, establish them in the ‘real’ world and then, finding our endless curiosity pulling on our shirttails, wander off to find new and interesting ways to burst ourselfs into flame  (to the wonderment of our friends and the amusement of ourselves at how, ‘we’re alway doing that!’)

** Josie, aka Wendy Harris  (hey zoe! could you explain to Josie how change resistant I am to name in the ‘sphere? (go ahead and leave out the part about chronic-passive-aggressive, ego-centric insistence…. ok?”

So below here are the collection of photos I’ve acquired (no, I said she’s doing fine)…. tell me about clarks and chameleons

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(I hope Lizzie doesn't mind my borrowing the photo)

…tell me that the TTofT is not a good thing

Wakefield Balcony

 

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Item 1:   July 6 2013

Item 2:  New Facebook group: ‘My World at the Moment‘  started by Val... very cool

Item 3:  Six Sentence Story, by zoe

Item 4: the Gravity Challenge and the Graviteers  over at 2Mile Run

Item 5: RIRW

Item 6: Cynthia and her Book ‘Marina’s Broken Grave’ (if you haven’t gone to amazon (the online-buying-thing-place, not the huge jungle place) and bought this book, then you are missing out! go there and do this thing….we’ll wait.

 

Item 7: Phyllis and Una…. of course

Item 8: ‘Almira’  Chapter 31 due out by Sunday (Monday morning at the latest)…. St Louis! that’s the scene as Almira and Sterling take one last stop before going on to Kansas City and, from there, to a little old town by the name of Circe.  a sample?  ok…. just a short excerpt:

“I think we lost ’em. What do you say we slow down a little.”

I leaned forward, elbow on the dashboard and looked directly into Almira’s eyes. As focused as she was on the street ahead, I didn’t want to risk distracting her, as we barreled down Clark Ave in the dead of night.

“No, dear. I’m afraid we haven’t. Out the back, and over to the right. There’s a cross street coming up, watch and you’ll see their headlights.”

We must have been doing fifty miles an hour, fortunately the streets, even out towards the city limits were ruler straight. The blocks were pretty large and divided by compass-square cross-street intersections. I looked up ahead at the traffic signal swaying on cables over the four way intersection.

“Traffic light up ahead, babe.”

The car actually accelerated as Almira wanted to be sure I could see the other car running a parallel course to ours. Both cars racing for the center of St. Louis, which, in a peculiarly Midwestern literalness was actually the riverfront, where the city ended.

“Watch now…there, see it? Maybe three blocks back. They’re gaining on us. Our new friends are very much still on our tail. Not counting the winos and the occasional working girl, we’re the only two cars out on the streets of St Louis at 1:33 in the morning, so they’re not having all that much trouble keeping us in sight.”

Once I managed to look at the right spot at the right time, not as simple as it sounds, given the fact that I was a passenger in a car driven by my 8 months pregnant wife, the headlights on the car behind us were not hard to see. Flaring and fading as they raced past cross-streets and the occasional vacant lot in the city block that separated the two streets.

“Yeah, I see them now.”

Looking over at Almira, I was struck by an odd overlapping impression.

She was able to sit behind the wheel only because she was only 5′ 2″, on an optimistic day. That’s probably why, although being very pregnant, she could sit forward enough on the seat to reach the pedals, while not having her mid-section interfere with steering the car. Her posture was very upright, and, if one were able to ignore the buildings passing backwards at blurring speeds, my wife was the picture of a proper young woman, out for a bicycle ride through a park or country lane.

The other part of this overlapping impression happened when the sweep of an approaching streetlight lit the interior of the car. An odd effect, as the light coming in through the windshield illuminated her from the bottom upwards, her eyes being last. There was a feral intensity that, were I not intimately familiar with all aspects of the woman, would an atavistic fear, felt by every cave dweller when the night air was torn by the roar of a saber-toothed tiger.

Item 9: …. to be completed sunday.

Item 10: SR 1.3

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

(yeah…that little bastard in the left rear did, in fact, throw something at our hero, who is trying to take the proffered advice to 'just ignore them and they'll get bored and move on…')*

I must confess to a somewhat sordid and ego-centric motivation for my writing a post today, the second on as many days and quite out of the ordinary for this blog, at least as of late. That I never tire of writing about the benefits of the Wakefield Doctrine is not surprising, the way the mind has of turning things around in a manner at once misleading, (in the actual effects of certain behavior) and somehow obviously not what the original intention, is.

….whew!

At least my pendantric gland remains in robust good health! No, you’re right, I shouldn’t joke. This is serious.

…ok, I hear you. ( from the back of a classroom that, in my mind is as real as the plastic keys that shape the light into letters on my screen.) I hear “Hey! You’re writing about a personality theory that’s called, ‘the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers’!! Don’t worry about anyone taking this too seriously! And, since you’ve given voice to a character-in-a-visualization-of-an-idea, tell ’em what this ‘classroom’ looks like, why dont’cha.”)

Sure.

This classroom that’s providing me with a subtly engaging context for today’s discussion of the use of the Wakefield Doctrine? The desks have wrought-iron frames that are bolted to the floor, they aren’t simply uprights to support the desk and the seat. These frameworks have curves and almost classical lines, filigree in dark bronze. The desk itself is a slanted surface of wood (maybe maple… yeah, probably maple) that’s hinged along the top edge, where there continues a 3 inch level band of wood, with a groove running from left to right for pencils and a circular hole on the right side for the bottle of ink that you’ll never be given. Inside is simply space for your dotted-middle lined pad of paper, spare flash cards and a chipped-and-picked-at (for ammunition) brick of flesh-colored gum eraser. Oh, yeah and two Lindy pens well-tooth-indented.

The classroom is 5 rows across and seven deep. The nuns are nothing if they’re not orderly. In the very back of the room is what you love to hear referred to as ‘the wardrobes’… pretty much closets with folding doors and a double row of brass coat hooks. There are two doors to the corridor with windows at adult height and a single inward-tilting transom window. There is a pole in the back of the room to operate these windows. The blackboard is black and there are 4 black felt erasers (with a red and white label on the non-erasing surface) in a metal tray running along the lower edge. Across the wall, just above the blackboard are the letters of the alphabet, (capital and small) in script. Above the row of letters, in the dead center is a crucifix. The teacher’s desk is entirely wooden, and her chair does not have wheels. The floors are tile (greenish and black in a checkerboard pattern). There is a black and white clock on the inside wall, well above reach. All your friends are there…

 

hey, sorry!  wordisthenics time is over for the morning. Will try to get back later in the day. Feel free to leave any (additional) classroom details in the Comments

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All kinds of ambitious, here at Doctrine Central, at 6:01 am Wednesday, the 3rd-of-where-the-hell-did-the-summer-go 2016

So the word of the week is ‘Minute’ (the word being the prompt, ‘of the week’ implying the recurring suggestion by zoe to write a story, a Six Sentence Story, using six and only six words).

“I promised I’d have you back to your cookout before anyone notices we’re missing, I need only one more minute,”  his wife stood before the mirror, brushing long, passion-tangled hair, her reflection smiling at the man in the doorway.

Dark eyes, with a mix of love and passion, held him in a life-practiced embrace, head bent to the side as her brush fell through a dark waterfall of hair, that crashed softly on smooth pale shoulders.

“I bought you a tee-shirt,” he stepped behind her, holding out a gift that was now very different from what he bought on a whim, fortunately for him, enough of the young man within (just recently roused from life’s slumber), remained to banish his misgivings as he handed her the very small and very lightweight cotton tee-shirt, which had silk screened figure a woman on the front.

She looked, laughed affectionately and said, ‘Well, you’ve earned it, I’m willing to try it on,” pulled it over her head, adding, “I think I can manage by myself” through a veil of dark brown hair and sheer white cotton, as he ran his hands down from her shoulders.

As his hand gently caressed across the top of her right breast he encountered an obstruction, a slight rise, unnoticeable to the eye, almost even to the touch of his fingers, it seemed nothing more than a small bind in cotton fabric that refused to smooth out.

The reflection of her face in the mirror changed, like the last person to leave a boat caught in a suddenly rising tide, she held onto his hand and unable to prevent the distance from growing, he stepped to her side and together they watched, in the last seconds of the minute he foolishly thought was his to give, as their familiar life faded into the distance.

 

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