Archive for July, 2014

Thin Veil … A Chicken Tale …

Posted in Farming, Homesteading, Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Sustainability with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 28, 2014 by Drogo

THIN VEIL  …A Chicken Tale… of sorts…

There is a thin veil between yesterday and today, between our present moment and our past moments, between our experiences yesterday and those of today. Something happens in the present moment and WHAM, there we are again facing our past head-on. Something happens that we are not totally in control of, triggers a sad or a happy response, and we are suddenly reliving our past, immersed in similar / familiar sorrow, or joy.

Sometimes it is nearly impossible to distinguish between the two, between our past and our present, as they are such an integral part of the fabric of who we are. There is no way to consciously control what comes filtering through that thin veil, between then and now, and all the emotions trailing behind the memories. I guess the best we can do is acknowledge the veil, and then try to embrace it as a part of who we are, both the good and the bad. For example….

Last night I was so busy I forgot to close the chicken hatchway. My body was so tired, my knees and arm ached from the days activities, and I could not wait to fall into bed. Just as I was drifting off, I heard a chicken shriek, and I knew what had happened. Pissed at myself, I jumped out of bed, threw on my robe, and rushed down to the chickens. Golden girl had been slaughtered by a fox, and poor Red was beside herself, looking around warily and squawking. I pet her and comforted her and little Belle, my blue egg layer, even as I tried to comfort myself.

Old memories of loss of precious birds came flooding back as I kicked myself for forgetting. But I had to stroke and comfort myself, understanding that I was exhausted and overly tired from a huge day of music playing and car driving. I was consciously taking a small break last evening from all my responsibilities, watching a movie and emailing friends. I was so relaxed and spent, that I forgot to protect my chickens, one responsibility I forbid myself to forsake. I had let my guard down, just as I did the day my yurt burned to the ground last year. Yes, such things have happened before and no doubt will happen again. I will mourn the loss of my lovely gold chicken who laid huge brown eggs. Later today I will do as I have done in the past with other good birds. I will take her body to the field for the vultures to feed on her, I will bid her farewell, and I will go on with my life. Yes, there is a thin veil between yesterday and today.

What is that saying that I really did not like nor completely understand? “The more things change, they more they stay the same.” Now I understand the meaning of these words. They apply appropriately to this latest episode in my life here as a mini-homesteader. And then there is the ongoing problem with a woodchuck eating my soybean plants and broccoli…yet another difficult perennial problem to solve. Nature is consistently indifferent and does not care about me. I tire of trying. Perhaps it is time to stop. I have no help here…there is too much for me to do…so what’s new? The thin veil, the triggers, are intact, there is no denying it. Nothing has changed. Would I really expect it to ? Perhaps that is my problem… I keep trying, and all I am doing is spinning my wheels.

Pretty morbid, mournful thoughts today. Thanks for letting me vent. See me tomorrow once the garlic is harvested and the blueberries and the peas are picked ! The Indefatigable will continue to pick up the pieces, get beyond the grief, and continue on with life with even more humility than before.

Humility…human…humus…hmm… Still, darn that veil. Would it could be a high, thick, impenetrable wall, protecting us from pain and sorrow !!

But such is the stuff of stories… I suppose I should be happy they keep coming !

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Christine Schoene Maccabee – July 3, 2014

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Local Market Model

Posted in Economics, Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 28, 2014 by Drogo

Local Economic Market Model for Books:

1.  Local author sells a set of books to local core fans.

2.  The core fans sell and give books to others.

3.  The book sales expand exponentially by grassroots word of mouth.

4.  Core fan base help local author to get their book for sale at local shops.

5.  Local core fans act as dispensaries that make sales profits, by selling copies for more than they buy them from the author.

6.  All parties benefit, because author includes the core fan base in the book!!

7.  Author helps others with their businesses, and all use the book as a portfolio community collection.

(this market model can work with 5-100 first person contacts, however to function they all need to desire the product or believe in the cause the book supports or understand how person to person sales affects their friends directly)

Local Authors and Illustrators Dilemma

Posted in Book Reports, Cooperatives / Communities / Networks / Travels, Crafts, Economics, Illustration, Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing, Organic Development with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 26, 2014 by Drogo

I often wonder why locals are not more interested in supporting local authors and illustrators, even those i have put in my books because I support their belief in supporting local food and history. It is not because they are too poor, because they have enough spending money for other more expensive entertainment like events, shows, internet, drugs, etc… so i was going to send out a survey to understand the lack of market better, but after thinking about it i think the surveys would not do much good.

i think there is just no existing market example; at least none established like a Common Market for local books. So people do not think my books are worth investing in, even when they are well made and even have the reader in the book! Of course thank you to those who have invested and purchased my books!!

Funny thing is i have given away many books for free, and have even published entire books for other authors for free. And people have actually seen the books in person, like at a festival even… still very few sales. Ok there is one local book store just opened last year; ill ask there sometime when i get the courage, but i have asked at libraries and other stores with no success. There are other local books stores for used books or historic books, but you would be surprised how stuck-up most venues are… they already usually have too many books that don’t sell enough they say.

Going door to door worked for my historic book for the town, but organic person to person has not worked for BOG PEEPS strangely… perhaps it is the income difference so they view themselves as lessers or equals; rather than benevolent sponsors…. even though both actually have the money to afford a copy if they believed in the product and it would not hinder their bill paying.

Hopefully a time will come when people view ARTS as a local ‘produce’ worth supporting in weekly common markets. We can make it happen by supporting local artists and authors with actual purchases and financing. Supporting individual artists and writers is not fantasy, it is real and we need to live it.

 

 

 

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Self-Publishing

Posted in Book Reports, Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing, Pub Library, SCOD Online School with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 25, 2014 by Drogo

If anyone has a digital file for a book, i can publish it for about $100 within a month. That is a very low price that the author can pay for my services, to do all the work of format editing and publishing on Amazon and Kindle. It usually takes me over 10 hours, so at $10 an hour that is quite a deal!

Any book sales I will report and share with the authors. It is in my interest to do so, because we could make more successful projects. Identifying success potential is key. I have published over 20 books. Want more information on SCOD publishing? Find me on Facebook or click HERE to collaborate on a book project!

Books Published by Drogo Empedocles

– Drogo Empedocles of SCOD

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Retrieving Joy

Posted in Nature Studies, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2014 by Drogo

Retrieving Joy

Muddy waters let rest will settle.”

( old oriental axiom )

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A dear friend of mine told me recently that he felt like he was getting his Joy back after many years of difficult occurrences in his life, including deep sorrow upon the death of his child. Indeed, it takes a good while to begin to feel an ounce of joy after multiple traumas in ones life, especially if one unsettling thing after another occurs.

Today as I went out the door of my cottage, after a pretty good nights sleep, I felt something strangely like peace. As I went through the wild flower path to the house for coffee, I pondered this feeling, realizing that it came from having no extreme problems lately, imagined or real. Perhaps the muddy waters are settling, and things are clearing up a bit.

Coffee in hand, I went back through the wildflowers which I allowed to grow in profusion from the soil of the fire here over one year ago, a fire which completely obliterated my plans for joyful activity. As I sat in my chair on the cottage deck, I looked at the many wonderful colors…blues of chicory, purple of thistle and clover, white of daisy flea-bane, a tall spiky splash of burnt orange of the broad-leaf plaintain seed-stalks and all the green leaves in between. Rejoicing at the variety of pollinators going from flower to flower, I thought “such a work of art Mother Nature has provided from the burnt-out soil !”, and the burnt-out soul. This part of my gardens I allowed to go totally wild in the aftermath of the hellish fire which incinerated my yurt and years of precious writing, pictures, clothes, books, important documents, sacred items, etc.. My life was thrown off to such a degree that I had little peace and rarely joy.

Displacement and loss is a reality in many people’s lives, creating trauma and stress. No one understands except the person in the middle of the problems, and when one trauma after another after another keep socking you in the gut, you can loose your center. Extreme sadness, fatigue, compounded with multiple triggers, as well as a grandiose effort to recover, to catch-up and get your life back on track, consumes your daily life. Besides that, if the people you live with are also dealing with their own issues, they likely have little tolerance for your expressions of grief and loss of good health. It is a stew pot of unsavory flavors, so eating wholesome foods becomes essential for recovery, and recovery is slow. Some days recovery does not even seem possible.

I will not go into all the setbacks I had before the fire, as that would take a book. All I know is that today I felt a settling. Perhaps that is because I have had no huge difficulty lately. Could it be the universe is giving me a break, a much needed one ?

Perspective has never been a strength of mine, but through all the problems I always had a glimpse and infrequent moments of true joy and peace, especially through the restorative beauty of nature, as well as music. The nurture of bird songs, the feel of the breeze on a hot day, the colors of wildflowers and the taste of wild berries all are healing for me. Without the world outside my door, I would be lost indeed.

This day I sat in my chair upon awaking and watched my two resident barn swallows zooming through the air, frequently resting under the roof eave where their nest used to be. They too suffered a huge loss one month ago when their old clay nest that had been there for at least 15 years gave way to a huge wind and fell to the tin roof of my porch. It broke my heart to see this happen to my faithful little swallows, as I believe the female was ready to lay her eggs. Every year they fly up here from South or Central America and have 2 broods, only to return in August as a larger family.

Much like me, their little lives were drastically thrown off. For awhile they disappeared, likely looking for another spot to nest. I missed their cheerful chattering and the constant swooping high in the sky for winged insects, like mosquitoes and gnats. Sometimes I think they simply flew for the joy of it. In fact, I am sure they did. Just watching the swallows always brought me Joy.

As I type my thoughts, these energetic birds are still swooping and chattering excitedly. Perhaps today they will begin to rebuild where the old nest had been, much as I did after my fire. Perhaps they looked for, but could not find, a better place. Selfishly, I hope so. Time has passed, and if for awhile there are no more storms, or fires, or falls, or traumas, perhaps we can all return to our happy little lives, chirping and singing and spreading our wings to fly, and to sing again, with JOY !

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~ Christine Schoene Maccabee

July 8, 2014

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Plans

Posted in Psychology with tags , , on July 20, 2014 by Drogo

some people dont make plans, some do and dont care about following up, and others like me take plans seriously. Personal plans seem to be the easiest for me, but i think trying to work with others that do not respect the whole ‘plan’ concept or do not take communication respect seriously is where substantial problems occur… especially since various people have different social ‘graces’ and even language use relative to action…

When acting on my plans i encounter a problem, i try to adapt.

When adaptation fails, i need to scrap the plans usually, and start from scratch.

Scheduled Plans can be made for meetings, trips, buildings, wars, etc…

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“Dont let anyone take away your ability to get high on life!” – Karen Boe

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