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

Friday and my keyboard is vibrating in anticipation of Kristi and Kenya’s invitations to complete (in)complete Sentence(s). Surely there is something within all of us, an innate capacity to hear the siren-call, the anticipatory release of both tension and energy (sometimes, but not always the same thing) that comes when we are able to produce the last, the final piece of the puzzle/solution/un-realized dream/triumph-over-fear/other person. We all have that capacity, nay, the need to allow ourselfs to be completed or, failing that, complete the thing in our world(s) that begs for completioning.

But lest I go too far afield, lets turn our attention on our hostinae, Kristi and Kenya. They will totally tell it like it is.

Hi all! We’re on tonight at 10pm eastern with “Share a photo and the story behind it.” Easy peasy, lemon squeezy! We hope to see you there. Link up with either Kenya or me anytime through late Sunday evening here:
https://www.kenyagjohnson.com/
or here:
http://www.findingninee.com/

So the photo:

I just like it.

Sorry. That’s all I have. Well, yes, there is way more than that, but as I have noted many times on theses pages, this bloghop, above all others, is a projecting mirror of the writer. And while there are days when we know we’ve got it nailed, accessorized to a T, totally walking the walk…. it’s best not to push one’s luck. Ya know?

btw: the above is a real photo that I ‘took’ with my phone. Forget when it was, last week sometime and although it wasn’t a planned thing, when I came across it in the gallery, I was immediately, all, ‘damn! what the hell! cool!’ (did I mention that I hail from Y Chromia? lol).

In any event, whatever it was that I thought I was trying to photograph is lost in the corridors of time. A close-up of an orange? Maybe. Perhaps I was trying out my new Home Ophthalmology Kit. Sure that’s reasonable. But seeing how, although I’m vamping to get a respectable word count, there’s the (oft ignored) voice in my head, ‘Remember what you said about revealing too much, dude. Come up with something clever and put this funhouse mirror back in the drawer.’

It’s well-established here at the Doctrine that I totally love/hate fairy tales and fables. In my un-qualified opinion they are nothing more than a culturally-manifested form of child abuse. Worse, as a clark, they (all of ’em from Hansel and Gretel to Cinderella…. heck, all the way back to King Midas and Pandora’s Box), are deliberate attempts to create pearls when actually forcing kids to turn all barnacle at least in their inner personal lives (which, one might argue, is most of them in the years up until puberty).

In any event, mirrors are funny things. In fairy tales they’re all, like, talking back to the person standing in front of them. But what they’re saying is only to reinforce what the holder wants (consciously or unconsciously) to hear. But enough of that, let’s get back to my pitcha.

…Kinda reminds me of an album from the seventies… (hey! thats a good idea.)