Meet My Feet
Have you ever reached down, pulled your leg up, and just taken hold of your foot?
Then, with loving strokes, rubbed your foot and said something like, "Thank you for being part of me"?
It feels so great when you rub--stroke your foot. Enjoy how it seems to smile when you say, "Hello, foot."
So you drop that one and pick up the other. You can't help yourself--it just makes your world seem bright and warm.
I think of my feet--every time I step onto an ocean going tugboat, when I stomp aboard with a war bag on my shoulder. As I stand for a second, happiness is mine. I am going...going where money has no worth, where the air is pure.
How welcome is a job that needs to be done--and this job is all mine. My eyes see it, but my feet take me to it, and my hands do their part. When my feet take me away, no feeling like being there, knowing that when a job needs to be done--I have a pair of feet that get me there and wait until I am done.
Thank you, feet. I promise to remember: We are really Just One.
I find it marvelous, when I think of all the things my feet have done: The job they do when I drive a truck with a manual transmission--push the clutch in--press the gas throttle. Every move is in perfect order, a smooth easy ride. When I step up to get on anything, they are there, no complaining...raised just the proper amount to the next step, they are there, and when it's time to step down, my feet are there to return my body to earth once more.
What a marvelous invention! Feet are a wonderful pair, working--always honoring each other. I think of the many places I have been, of the numerous things my feet have done. My feet are the reason those things get done. It's a shock to my mind when I think, without my feet, what a terrible mess my life would have been .
Thank you feet. As I look back, "Thank you for the races run, for the dances danced, for the doors that were opened, for the people I have met."
For every victory, my feet have been there, quietly holding me in place.
Yes, I have a smile for you--My feet!
Well done! Thank you, feet! My feet!
by Roger Wilson
2/27/14
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Hair Today, Hair Tomorrow
Maybe!
When you think about hair,
it is difficult to find anyone who knows anything about hair.
When you are a youngster, it just grows.
Girls get to keep their hair.
Boys usually get it cut on a regular basis.
How can one family member have blonde hair,
while sister has brilliant red?
Same parents, same genes, two very different colors.
Talking about color:
How does your hair know when to turn white?
Or when to fall off your head?
Some front to back, some just in the back.
Why does hair wait until you are a senior to start showing up on your ears
or in your ears? O
Eyebrows behave for years,
then they really go on a growth sprint.
Barbers know little or nothing about hair.
They just cut and turn you loose after removing it
from your ears, nose, and eyebrows.
How does a person get hair to take hold a second time
when they give you an implant?
Does the implant also turn white and fall out?
Questions I can't answer.
Hair grows in strange places on your body:
under your arms, on your arms, legs, some people's chests.
Your face is a favorite place for hair to grow.
Shave--mustache--beard.
The Bible even talks about hair.
It says "God" even knows how many hairs you own.
It must keep God busy,
counting when it starts falling out!
Roger Wilson
3/8/14
Roger: Are you noticing that some people are leaving comments for you? Some daughters and some others too! You just have to click on the place where it says 1 comment or sometimes more than one. The box for comments is below the post. Ariele
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Slap Is One Hand Clapping by Roger Wilson 2/28/2014
Have you ever thought about your hands? How it takes real magic to make them work?
Raise one finger or two. Shake all of them. Clench them tightly to make a fist. Use them for a loving caress on a loved one's face, a slap in anger or a wave hello, or a wave goodbye.
See how they are always ready to do their job: wash your face, peel your vegetables, hold whatever you want held—never complaining, always there, a safety net when you might fall, one backing up the other.
What a neat thought: a hand to hold on to or a hand to hold whatever, a rope, a chain, a phone, or your money.
Think about it. It's time to say thank you hands for taking care of me.
Thank you…thank you—you work for free! NNNNNN
Friday, June 13, 2014
Love Talk to Me!
Love what are
you? Is it a hug, a kiss, or a sweet smile, a pair of eyes smiling hello? Tell
me love what are you?
I am that moment
when your "short fuse" is ready to explode. I step in, calm your jets
and let you turn anger away with a soft answer.
I am that moment
when someone hurts you badly. I make it possible for you to forgive—and better
yet to forget.
I am kind. I do
not envy. I set you free. If you do not return it wasn't me. For true love
trusts you even when you are far away. True love always returns.
Love never cuts another person short
Love lets you listen
Love never interrupts
Love releases you and makes you free
Jesus said "I am putting you ahead
of me!"
Love is not filthy. Love is beautiful
Love is a short memory, does not hold a
grudge—for love lives
Bears all things
Believes all things
Hopes all things
Endures all things
Love lasts
Hopes all things
Endures all things
Love lasts
Love
never fails
And, God is love
And God loves you!
And, God is love
And God loves you!
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Also, I haven't figured out how to get rid of the over-sized photo of Roger at the start of the blog. I do love this photo of him, but would like to size it down. At this point, the time expended is getting ridiculous--so the photo stays until I get a brainstorm or someone else tells me how to fix it! Sorry!
Ariele Huff web-mistress to Roger's Roughneck Wisdom ;-)
Saturday, June 7, 2014
"Smile”
by Roger Wilson
Have you ever had a time when you just sat down and
thought, What have I to give?
Russell Wilson can throw a strike with a football—thrill millions
watching as a Golden Tate makes a spectacular catch.
Sometimes we wonder as we hear a song like “God Bless America”…how rich the person who put the notes and words together—what
a gift to give.
Or a writer like Ariele Huff who is able to write an entire article on
truth and make us hang on to every word as we read.* (Article
follows)
How we cheer when we see someone’s dream come true on the race track—California Chrome—bought for $8,000—winning millions of
dollars for a 77-year-old man. He waited a lifetime, but it finally was his
turn…a gift finally given.
He shares his gift with us as we see his
horse run.
Those who work for years to find an answer
to some terrible disease, then success—his or her gift.
When asking God, “What is my gift to give?” don't be
surprised if He says, “Look in the mirror. Smile!”
A gift to yourself, better yet. When you
give your gift to someone else, it costs so little but means so much to someone
who is hurting, or has a difficult battle
to fight. Just
your smile will give them the courage
to "hang tough."
After you smile, they have the courage to
get through their day. Your gift to the world is there just
waiting for you to step up to the plate and smile when you want the world to
love you.
All
you have to do is Smile.
The
entire world is yours.
Smile!
*TRUTH
Ariele M. Huff
Truth is one of
the most powerful words and concepts humans have. It is something we continually tell one
another we want to receive and to deliver.
More proverbs, philosophic homilies, religious quotes, myths, and
folktales address truth than any one other concept. And yet, the misunderstandings around this
concept are equally as ubiquitous.
Misunderstanding
#1: The truth is the same for all people. In my "True Stories" personal
experience writing class, I share with students a story that points up the
subjective nature of truth. When my
mother and her two sisters were small, one of them was given a doll for
Christmas and one of them broke that doll.
In each sister’s memory, it was she who was given the doll and another
sister who broke it. They all sincerely
believe their version of the story. In a
case like this, there is, of course, an actual truth: one sister did actually
receive the doll, one sister did actually break the doll. I use the story as an extreme example of how
we all see each situation, each interaction, each result.
Many times in this
class I am asked how someone writing about childhood abuse can deal with the
abuser’s denial of the "truth."
I point out that many times people are unwilling to admit to
mistreatment of others for fear this validates their badness. But, I also like to draw students’ attention
to the fact that each person knows his/her own motivation and personal
experience best. For example, a parent
who was raised being beaten or even molested often considers this an expression
of love or the way things must be done, rather than an “abuse.” This attitude does not change the wrongness
of the behavior, but it does show how the concept of truth is individual. Again, this is an extreme example.
A less extreme
example: I give a class of up to forty people the same assignment to describe
the room we are in or to narrate the events of our last hour together. Each student has a different
perspective. No two papers are
identical. Each student would claim
his/her paper to be the "truth" of the situation. In twenty years of teaching, I have never had
two identical responses to any of over a hundred writing assignments—all those
versions of the truth!
Misunderstanding
#2: Truth is absolute, none of it created in our minds or emotions. When my sister and I were little, our family
took a rather long trip in a small boat.
The trip was terrifying for my sister and for my mother, but it was
exhilarating and adventurous for my father and me. If five other people had been along, there
would be five other feeling truths about this trip. In one of my writing classes, I show my
students a line drawn between nonfiction and fiction. I believe that all communication exists
somewhere on the spectrum in between the two.
I do not believe there is any such thing as pure nonfiction (fact) or
pure fiction (invention). Even those who
record scientific experiments, who are attempting not to interfere with factual
documentation, are found to have slightly slanted the findings by choices of
words, accidents of observation, human error.
Equally so, there is no pure fiction or something totally new created by
any person without a basis in something s/he already knows or has
experienced.
Misunderstanding
#3: It is always best to tell the truth.
Since truth is subjective, it expresses that which we believe or serves
our purpose. Truth can be used to
hurt. Truth can be used to
disempower. Truth so often comes down to
advice: something everyone wants to give and no one wants to get. Certainly,
all those religions, philosophies, and authors of fables, myths, and folktales
did not intend to give us a weapon with which to hurt each other.
Misunderstanding
#4: Telling the truth of your own feelings improves relationships. On the contrary, it is often a quick way to
lose a relationship. Maybe that is what
is meant by "The truth will set you free!" The courage to share your own truth and claim
it as your own does not promise a good outcome.
In my own life, I have found my own truth often offends or
inconveniences others. Many times I have
withheld my truth to save relationships.
Many times, I have shared my truth and taken the consequences. A few times, I have shared my truth and
received acceptance for it. The
important issue, I think, is to realize that others are not bound by any rule
to like being told your truth.
Naturally, we would like to have relationships that can stand the light
of certain important truths, but do not expect everyone in your life to bow to
this concept or to share your concept of what the truth is.
Misunderstanding #5:
People admire those who tell the truth.
In theory, we like to believe that we do. In reality, "whistle-blowers" and
"tattle-tales" are two of the pejorative names attached to
"squealing." The active
dislike of those even very popular people like Roseanne and Latoya Jackson who
have disclosed family abuses shows our actual dislike for those who reveal
information we do not want to hear.
All in all, my
dealings with this matter as a writer and teacher of writing show me that truth
is subjective and not at all the black and white issue we often wish it
was. Even when there is a physical fact
hidden somewhere in the data, the interpretation of it can differ as widely as
attitudes about art and politics. An example I give to writing students is how
most editors, teachers, English handbooks, and bosses have slightly different
methods of placing commas; however, most of these "authorities" acts
as though God spoke directly to him/her/them to give one-on-one instruction in
this important punctuation topic.
I think, handling
truth is like handling nitroglycerin: to be done gently and with caution. And, I also think, as I once said with
exasperation to my husband during a hurtfully revealing argument, "Truth
is highly over-rated."
Published
in The New Times News 6/98
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