President Biden’s Cabinet is undeniably universal in its level of unqualified membership. BUT they are ethnically and sexually diverse so, they’ve got that going for them, anyway. No worries. <wink wink>
I’ve been having a great deal of fun with triolets lately. I created one for this beautiful prompt image.
How varied the colors our eyes comprehend, Ghosting rarer souls from our clear ‘view’. Appearance defines not one person, my friend. How varied the colors our eyes comprehend.
Unique among billions. Diverse without end. Human ‘ranking’ – corrupt and untrue. How varied the colors our eyes comprehend, Ghosting rarer souls from our clear ‘view’.
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one below.) You respond with something CREATIVE
Each for ALL
“For our safety, Earth’s people shall be One!” But cohesive families are meant to be small. Single edicts for world masses they would run. “For our safety, Earth’s people shall be One!”
Broader than the farthest reaches of the sun Diverse clans fight such tyranny ‘each for All’. “For our safety, Earth’s people shall be One!” But cohesive families are meant to be small.
How hard is it for you to ask for help if you need it – can you do so quickly, or are you resistant to it?
This is such a wonderfully profound question. Several years ago, I recognized my fervent commitment to caregiving had been part of my nature since childhood. I am the oldest child and oldest grandchild on both my paternal and maternal side. A lot was asked of me in those roles, and I embraced it like a warrior. Then my lifetime career choice became childcare. Duh! I’d been training for that all of my life. It was about 10 years ago, I realized how ‘full’ I felt from a life of giving. At the same time, I realized that I never asked and/or refused to accept help in some warped sense of principle from my giving nature. It dawned on me that not accepting help was a selfish act. I knew how good it felt to be helpful and I was actually withholding the same pleasure from others! I’ve learned to be as gracious a receiver as giver since then. It was one of my better life decisions.
Are there any phrases that people use that annoy you immensely?
I realized lately any mention of “diverse” THIS or “diverse” THAT turns my stomach. To those programmed to be ultra-sensitive to that term and/or have a perceived value of dwelling on it, I mean no disrespect. My mind, heart, and soul believe so completely that we are EACH such unique beings of immeasurable value that placing people under microscopes (and in boxes) of immutable traits seems unconscionable. I find it absolutely a fruitless and divisive way to ultimately discriminate against and dehumanize people. Answer this please: If a family of children sharing similar DNA, raised within the confines of similar values, and experiencing many, many, of the same events can produce adults with different talents, values, politics, and temperaments, how does one conclude that having a common skin color or ethnic background produces people of homogenized views, talents, values, politics, and temperaments?
I think the term “diverse” when used to describe people suggests no one is actually a unique individual and reduces us all.
How do you acquire new skills – what systems do you adopt to aid you, and why do they make things easier?
I’m always looking for new projects but at 66 years old I’m more about honing the skills I’ve developed. My new skills interest was at its peak in my thirties and forties. New physically demanding skills would be a waste of time. I’m not seeking employment either. So, expressing myself through creative projects and enhancing my knowledge of things I enjoy, and teaching young people what I know, are my concerns these days.
Which three spices or condiments do you use the most when cooking, and what makes them more valuable?
Garlic…Cinnamon…salt
They each add that little extra that makes all the difference to my taste buds. 😉
Since so many other online writers have blogs dedicated to their writings, I’ve decided to jump onto the bandwagon. All posts published here will be either fiction or poetry, some new, and some previously published on various places on the Internet. Some of my works are conventional, and some are quirky. All fiction posted here, except for fan fiction, will include the letters "rose" somewhere, as a tribute to my Baba.