A Powerful Vision from the Essenes, for a Friend

A friend of mine asked me a question. I post this poem, one of my favorite spiritual pieces, in answer. My friend, this is what I think it means.

I have reached the inner vision
And through thy spirit in me
I have heard thy wondrous secret.
Through thy mystic insight
Thou hast caused a spring of knowledge
To well up within me,
A fountain of power pouring forth living waters;
A flood of love and all embracing wisdom
Like the splendor of eternal light

 –From the Essene Gospel of Peace

Posted in Poetry, Spirituality | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

Lost Island Lake


Rocking boat, fish slaps.
Truly, no words can describe
The peace of this place.

Posted in haiku, Nature, Poetry, Visual Delights | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Twitterface? Instarest? Tumble-in? GooTube?*


question mark

Web inter-connectivity. These words can strike the fear of God into anyone who’s first computer experience, like mine, was not being allowed anywhere near the one that took up a whole room in their high school and could only be gazed upon by the A+ math whizzes. In truth, I never actually laid eyes on it. I just know it was big. Really big. And very mysterious. That was awhile ago…

Nowadays I’ve left those Luddite times behind, working, as I do, on a variety of computer systems, apps and programs for my job. Sounds impressive, don’t it?  It ain’t. In my day job, I’m comfortable within the environs of the usual software packages and some other more specialized things, such as SharePoint and Teamsite. The point here is that I’m not a hopeless technophobe. Really.

However, I am laboring mightily to understand how Instagram goes-in-ta Facebook goes-in-ta Pinterest goes-in-ta Twitter goes-in-ta Linked-in, etc, etc. And, how the heck did Facebook end up in the middle of EVERYTHING? I plugged my clock radio in the other night and got the message, “Do you want to connect using FaceBook?” Spooky.

I am not only the owner/operator of Wiseacre Way, I have a blog where I display my jewelry (rzledesigns.com), a Twitter account @Aroyzle, a vintage/antique site on Etsy called Strangebedfellowes Vintage, a Pinterest account and a private Facebook page. I have a Facebook page for my Etsy site as well, but because Facebook requires my business page to be tied to my personal page, I’ve never felt really comfortable with it. I don’t want to sell things to my friends and family. Is that wrong? They are already tired enough of me.

But I DO so want to know how all this works. I want to be one of the cool kids that is all interconnection savvy! I want the person reading this blog to link into my jewelry blog, see a pendant they like and then be able to click into my Etsy site to buy it. Or maybe get hip to my jive (sorry) after a chance siting of one of my vintage goodies on Pinterest and jump over to my vintage shop from there. (I don’t, however, want BIG BROTHER to know everything there is to know about me. No, no. (What? Too late? Oh well.)

But for the life of me, after hours spent establishing all the individual hip-app accounts, it’s taking me forever to figure out how they sync up. I’ve gotten pretty far on connecting my blog to Twitter and Facebook (that’s really a no-brainer), but how Pinterest will ever be more than a bunch of scrolling pictures to me remains a mystery. Instagram? All pictures, all the time, right? Ok…got that. You-Tube….hmmm.

I’ll keep plugging away at it.  I ain’t dead yet.

*With apologies to those fine hip-apps, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr, Linked-in, Google and YouTube.

Posted in Aging, computers, Humor, Musings, Social Commentary | Tagged , , , | 4 Comments

Many Thanks from One Boomer to Another

I had the privilege today of having one of my Wiseacre Way posts published on one of my favorite blogs, Life in the Boomer Lane, a funny, irreverent and insightful look at growing old in America that the author calls Guerrilla Aging. The essay she chose to post was “My Kilimanjaro, and Yours,” which I originally posted on April  12, 2014.

If you have not had the pleasure of reading Life in the Boomer Lane, I highly recommend it (and not just because the author was good enough to share her audience with me).

Here’s the link. Enjoy.  http://lifeintheboomerlane.com/


Posted in Aging, Parkinson's Disease | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Course Correction; Come About

Full sail, blind, we squint
into the sun, tantalized
by the Possible.

Our lives unfurl. We
Chart our course, nourished by hope,
Fairy tales, and lies.

Harboring goals and
Audacious ambitions we
Sail into the wind.

It is just as well
That we are foolish and young,
Confident and bold.

Life requires that we
Sacrifice youth for wisdom.
There is no return.

We sail on bravely,
Or otherwise. Scanning for
Mermaids, harbors, shoals.

We hold our course till
the gods shake their hoary heads
And we, rebuffed, stop.

Hold position till
The way is once again clear.
The stars reappear.

It is a trick, though.
The gods of love and mercy
Know we must feel pain.

Again and again
We set out determined, yet
Each time diminished.

Until that moment
We see life for what it is;
Brief, finite, a dream.

We have sailed too close
To the edge of the world, and
We must turn around.

What is behind us
Is everything we dreamed we
wanted all along.

If we are lucky,
A course correction is all
We need to go back.

Re-savor what our
Hearts hold dear, try to hold on,
While we say goodbye.

But part we must, for
This illusion we call life
Is just a story.

Pull yourself back from
The brink. Restore your vision.
Regain your footing.

Rekindle yourself.
Remember your true north, and
Partner with the wind.

Posted in Aging, Love, Musings, Philosophy, Poetry, Social Commentary, Spirituality | Tagged , , , , | 4 Comments

Dying is easy. Comedy is hard.

“Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.”                                                                                                                                    -Mel Brooks

4011-imageMany years ago I spent a great deal of time on one stage or another. A passion for acting burned bright in me for a long time. Then it did not. There you go.

The title of this rambling nostalgia is an old saying from my theater days, and one well-known by thespians everywhere. It’s actually a quote, reported to be the last words of English actor Edmund Keene, who died for real in 1833.

 “Dying is easy. Comedy is hard.”

When a part calls upon an actor to die, there are lots of ways to do it, and it can be loads of fun. But lest they be accused of chewing the scenery (if that’s not what they want), the stage death best be fairly brief and convincing. Either way (with any luck and a sympathetic director), you end up lying down and are heard from no more. Easy peasy.

Another kind of death in the theater, not so entertaining for the performer, is the sound of silence in a full house after they’ve delivered that KILLER PUNCHLINE. No. Fun. At. All. Hence the saying.

Comedy is all about timing and environment. A tipsy Saturday night audience + killer jokes + great timing = adulation. Distracted audience + questionable material = crickets. Perfect timing + lame jokes + distracted, moody crowd = catcalls, tomatoes and the sound of feet heading toward the exits. It’s a dangerous world out there for those who would make us laugh.

The very language of comedy is filled with death. “This killed them in Miami”, “Geez, I’m dying out there.” “Just kill me now.” Now that’s funny.

And so it is with life. Tragedy and comedy are two sides of the same coin, both firmly rooted in our obsession with our own mortality. And it all comes down to a choice; will it be joy or despair?

Wallowing in the tragedies of life presents little challenge. There is no end to them. Twenty seconds of reflection on the horrors happening on the world stage right now, today, thanks largely to man’s epic inhumanity to man and our mother earth, can simply swallow you whole. That’s easy. How can it be otherwise?

What’s hard is finding ways to rise above, to visit laughter, to embrace the ironic hilarity that life brings every day, to choose joy and to seek out beauty. It can be hard work. Sometimes it’s impossible. Sometimes it’s a necessary choice.

How do you react to a pie in the face, a hostile audience, bad material? What do you do when the romantic comedy you thought you were cast in turns into a farce, or worse yet, a bleak Ingmar Bergman tragedy? It’s up to you.

For me, I figure, I might as well laugh, even if it’s the hard thing to do, because in life, as in the theater, any event can be magically transformed from tragedy to comedy (or vice versa) simply by changing the set, the lighting, the music, and the actors intent. It’s a choice. It’s a point of view. It’s within our power.

I say, give the bastards a run for their money. Choose joy.

Photo: Sarah Bernhardt in death scene from “Lady of the Camillias.” From “Sarah Bernhardt, a Legend and a Name in History,”  http://viola.bz/sarah-bernhardt-a-legend-and-a-name-in-history/.

Posted in Comedy, Musings, Philosophy, Social Commentary, Spirituality | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments