20180228

Indefinite Length, Part 1


26. Feb. 2018



Kim Breeding-Mercer - Indefinite Length, Part 1
Kim Breeding-Mercer - Indefinite Length, Part 1

Indefinite Length, Part 1


The beginning, as usual, was preceded by the end of something else. Sunset, moon rise. Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille™ went dark, and the last person to leave locked the door and didn't light a cigarette, but thought about it. Charlee wore an overcoat, not anticipating rain or cold but enjoying the concealing bulk of it, the extra pockets, the pretentiousness. The fact that it didn't have a logo on the breast. Charlee took pains to make no eye contact with the few other people on the sidewalk, focusing inward and seeing the environment from far away. Don't step on that trash. Don't run into the hydrant. Don't think about the night you spent in jail 18 years ago. Don't forget you need to call the landlord about the blocked drain, can't use the bathroom sink, standing water, stagnant muck of hair and spit and toothpaste and picked scabs. Real people aren't beautiful, real people have spots. Don't think about your spots.

The sidewalk gave up just past a bus stop, in front of a rolling lawn which led down to a white-shingled Cape Cod, and Charlee continued through damp grass, technically trespassing but unwillingly to walk in the gutter. Urban suburbia. A driver's delight, a walker's dismay. The streetlights turned everything to peach fuzz, draining leaf and house and litter of their boundaries. It was easy to imagine an alien landscape, to imagine that we were the aliens, imposing our inventions and improvements on the native products of natural selection. Charlee watched the tail-lights of passing cars and felt a rush of certainty that they were our spaceships, and then decided that machines and sodium lights were products of evolution just as much as the light-bending feathers of a male peacock, which looked blue but weren't. Magic. Trickery. Strides forward in the name of self-interest. Charlee strode forward in the name of self-interest. Having an apartment to go home to at night was a sound evolutionary strategy, just one small tick in the "likely to successfully procreate" column. The artful illusion of seeming to have your shit together.

Don't think about the fact that you don't have your shit together.


Kim Breeding-Mercer - Indefinite Length, Part 1
Kim Breeding-Mercer - Indefinite Length, Part 1





IN WHICH: Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille™ went dark, and the last person to leave locked the door and didn't light a cigarette, but thought about it.

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20180226

Judgement - The Nature of Our Safety


26. Feb 2018
By Tim Skiba - Bio



Do you not hate to be judged? I certainly do and how I judge myself is even worse than the misinformed judgement of others. They usually only know less than half of how hard I have worked to get the less than desirable out they are sliding in to judge me on. I will  let you in on a little secret shortly.

Back to this judgement deal,  we all do it and we are now told that we shouldn't be doing it so as to be politically correct. Now stop for a moment, we all judge, and are told to not judge. Hmmmm, makes me wonder why more people are not having a nervous breakdown? 

The secret is that it is our primal need to make judgements so as to keep ourselves safe. Safe from what you may ask?  Whatever might be. Way back in the day it could have been a life or death confrontation with the dreaded saber tooth tiger, but not today it feels at times life or death confrontation with our spouse, friend, student, boss , child or any other person place or thing that we have to make a judgement call. What's the difference to? Today we live in a world that requires us to judge fight or flight five, ten , twenty or more times a day. 

A simple timeline on a judgement call could be short if it is minor maybe a a moment a few seconds if there is no real emotional connection,  no harm no foul, but those other judgement call we must make we ponder over and may not know the outcome for a long period of time.  Wow , do you have one you are dealing with right now? Can you feel that knot in your neck or stomach? This is the same feelings everyone has felt at one time or another. 

Question: Is it really life or death?  If yes than give it the time and focus it deserves make the call , do the job, measure twice and cut. If on the other hand it is not that big of a judgement call step back a bit push it away from being right in your face and once again measure twice and make the judgement. Now how do we deal with the aftermath? Our own personal judgement of the choices we make? The simple answer might be you made a decision to the best of your ability  and simply move  on down the road putting it behind you. 

That being said can you do that or have you done that or are carrying all those past judgements with you? If not than great but if yes then release yourself from the past which you have no more control over. This as easy as it was to recall the thought that you want get rid of,  you can simply imagine that thought or event find the picture in front of you , yes it has to be there or it wouldn't be bothering you,  yes now you have found it draw big black frame around it as to focus on this one event as you hold it in front of you let's focus on the image and like the old tv's had a knob or adjustment for contrast simply make the adjustment to ether blackout or the opposite whitening it out whichever feels better when you know it has been reduced to the best feeling you can now write across the image using your dominant hand writing whatever might be important to remember about that imagine and letting the rest go.

 After completing the process of writing we can early shrink down that frame to the size of a postage stamp and raise it up over your head all the way back and nail it in the past intuitively instinctively completely putting it the past where it belongs. The information is available if needed but like your old taxes on a shelf somewhere  totally forgotten. If you want to test and try to bring back the feeling you can try but in most cases it is truly best left in the past.

This is a simple tool to help release old feelings that no longer serves our needs. Most of us shower or clean our bodies daily,  simply cleansing our mind and memories our unworthy thoughts is just as important allowing us to live our dreams. 



Do you not hate to be judged? I certainly do and how I judge myself is even worse than the misinformed judgement of others. They usually only know less than half of how hard I have worked to get the less than desirable out they are sliding in to judge me on. I will  let you in on a little secret shortly.

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20180213

Drawing Blood in Helen Macdonald's H Is For Hawk


11 Feb. 2018



Her huge, yellow eye quickly scanned and re-scanned the crowd, assessing danger and potential prey in a continual restless rove. One slight twitch and that eye locked on mine. I had just emerged from Helen Macdonald’s evocative, emotionally powerful book H Is For Hawk and the unexpectedness of crossing paths with a red-tailed hawk at an outdoor festival froze me in place. My mind was still echoing with passages of flight as I drank the hawk in - her curved beak, her wings folded in promise of quick eruption, her cruel, highly effective talons. She was beautiful. And deadly. And I was in thrall. Such is the power of Macdonald’s unique blend of nature-writing and memoir. She inducts you into the arcane world of hawking and falconry. You learn to know and care about jesses, mews, and hoods. But she also is blunt about the single-minded carnage such birds are designed to wreak. Macdonald uses that unemotional, violent death to deal with another.

Helen Macdonald creates a book unlike any one I had read before. Weaving natural history, a scholar’s love of the arcane, and a raw dissection of grief, Macdonald’s talent for haunting prose sweeps these three seemingly disparate themes into a revelatory piece of non-fiction. She shares a cataclysmic time in her life. Her father’s unexpected death changes the warp and weft of her world. It is too much for her to look at straight-on. So she side-steps. Captivated by birds of prey since childhood, she throws herself without much preparation into rearing, training, and ministering to one of the most savage predators known, the goshawk. So great is her need for distraction that she abandons her fledgling career as a Cambridge Research Fellow, sacrificing any pursuit or relationship that does not align with her mission. In her darkest moments, she becomes almost as feral as her hawk. All to avoid the outline of loss in her periphery. 

Mabel is Macdonald’s enormous goshawk, a comfortable maiden-aunt name that belies her power. As Macdonald falls under her spell, weaving descriptions of majesty and wildness around the bird, we too join her as devotees at the alter. “She is a conjuring trick. A reptile. A fallen angel. A griffon from the pages of an illuminated bestiary. Something bright and distant, like gold falling through water.” But if her main purpose was to avoid death, Macdonald fails as she soon finds herself its intimate partner. “Every tiny part of her was boiling with life…The hawk was a fire that burned my hurts away. There could be no regret or mourning in her…My flight from death was on her barred and beating wings. But I had forgotten that the puzzle that was death was caught up in the hawk, and I was caught up in it too.”

Out of doors, in the hawk’s element, Macdonald’s depictions of Nature are cathartic and stimulating and alive. There is breath-catching beauty in descriptions of dawn trudges, quiet woodland overgrown with thick brush, the solitude that’s not silent but alive with the distinct chatter and hum of living things. But the idyllic can turn on its edge and as the weather shifts, Macdonald’s sojourns become bone-chilling and rough. The pain and discomfort, the sheer wildness of Nature penetrates to the bone - lessons Macdonald uses to accept the cycle of mortality and heal.

Another layer to this memoir is the ghost of T.H. White, author of the iconic Camelot tale, The Once and Future King. In hopes of a mentor, Macdonald turns to White’s notebooks documenting his own attempts to train a goshawk. Instead she quickly recognizes a fellow broken heart attempting to salve wounds with a wild beast. Both White and Macdonald immerse themselves to such a degree that their ordeals take on the quality of heraldic knights. Sleepless days and nights tied to their hooded hawks, walking with forearm aloft, bearing their not-inconsiderable weight, coaxing trust with skinned rabbits and raw offal, their own faces and arms the confused, frustrated animal’s whipping post. Macdonald writes about White’s frustrations as a school master, his struggle with creating a literary identity while still trying to define his personal one, and his lifelong partnership with fear. Macdonald’s obsession with outrunning grief spurred her in much the same way.

Helen Macdonald’s unique journey is visceral, memorable art. She made it. With wits and all ten fingers intact. And the result is a beautiful, honest, and ultimately cathartic addition to the literary pantheon. H Is For Hawk uniquely combines the human relationship with Nature, mortality, and scholarship, achieving alchemy in the process.

*Post Script* 


This past November, PBS aired a series “H is for Hawk: A New Chapter” wherein a more at-peace Macdonald conducts a masterclass in how one trains a goshawk, using the lessons learned with Mabel. Her clear eyes and peaceful smile indicate a larger lesson hard-won, the peace richly deserved.


Drawing Blood in Helen Macdonald's H Is For Hawk
Drawing Blood in Helen Macdonald's H Is For Hawk

Ghillian Porter-Smith writes about H is for Hawk, Helen Macdonald’s unique blend of nature-writing and memoir. She inducts you into the arcane world of hawking and falconry. You learn to know and care about jesses, mews, and hoods. But she also is blunt about the single-minded carnage such birds are designed to wreak. Macdonald uses that unemotional, violent death to deal with another. 

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20180210

The Creation Of The Children of Ankh Series


12. Feb. 2018



Well, many of you know how this series came to light but for those who don't, allow me to share this tale about how an author of children's books ended up what could very well become a paranormal fantasy franchise. In 2009, I wrote two light-hearted and magical children's books. Being Four was texted into my phone January 28th of 2009 in the middle of the night. I'd had this beautiful dream about being in kindergarten, holding baby chicks. I recalled standing in the forest as a ray of light shone through the branches of the trees and how it made me feel. I didn't even remember texting it into my phone until I bought a new cell phone. I found the book in the notes file and was driven by this inner voice to find a publisher. I wrote Shark Boots on B.C. Ferries shortly after, when I was on my back from a trip to Vancouver. Both children's books were published that year and I was totally set on my writing direction.


© Kim Cormack / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - Children of Ankh Series - Mythomedia Press - "Sweet Sleep"© Kim Cormack / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - Children of Ankh Series - Mythomedia Press - "Sweet Sleep"


I was a single mother with a son in kindergarten and a daughter in high school. By the end of the summer that year I knew something was happening to me. I had these crazy sounding symptoms, I couldn't explain. The symptoms made it impossible for me to continue living as an exercise-obsessed track runner. I knew what it was...Five years earlier, I'd felt this way and it had been all but blown off by my doctor in Alberta. By October of that year, I knew I had multiple sclerosis. I'd been shown my diagnosis about twenty minutes prior to getting on a school bus with my son's kindergarten class. Here is a picture of Cameron from that afternoon.



© Kim Cormack / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - Children of Ankh Series - Mythomedia Press - "Sweet Sleep"



Not long after this day, I had a nightmare in the middle of the night. I woke up terrified and wrote it down. The nightmare began at the swinging door in Sweet Sleep and ended at the creepy lullaby. The next day I began writing Sweet Sleep with only three fully functional fingers. I'd altered my path so I could continue running using my imagination. It's now 2018 and this series has allowed me to work through so many emotions. I don't know how this started but I do know why. I plan to honor that knowledge by continuing down this path as long as I can because I'm now a creator of a universe.


To everyone reading this right now... Never give up. There is always a way to fight the dragons at your door. Sometimes, you just need to embrace them and allow them in. 

I'm giving you all a free book for stopping by this blog.


 The promo code for Sweet Sleep is HZ62M

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© Kim Cormack / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - Children of Ankh Series - Mythomedia Press - "Sweet Sleep"




© Kim Cormack / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - Children of Ankh Series - Mythomedia Press - "Sweet Sleep"


Behind The Series ☥

One thousand years ago, procreation with mortals became illegal under the immortal law. Any suspected immortal offspring will be allowed to live until the age of sixteen. At this time, a Correction will be sent to erase their family line. The suspected immortal and their immediate family will be executed. If the partially immortal teen manages to survive their Correction, or they have impressed the Guardians of the in-between with their bravery, they may be granted a second chance as a sacrificial lamb for the greater good. They must join one of three clans of immortals living on earth. Clan Ankh, Clan Trinity, or Clan Triad. They will then have the symbol of that clan branded into their flesh and with this mark, their souls will no longer be permitted through the hall of souls when they die. They must wait in the in-between for their clans to heal their mortal shells. Once they have reached the age of eighteen they will be sealed to their clan. The next step is to train their partially mortal brains to survive the stresses of immortality. The next feat will be the immortal Testing where they will be dropped into a floating crypt the size of New York City. This Testing is fuelled by your worst nightmares. It is a place of magic. A personal hell, where anything can happen. Here you must die a thousand times if need be, in increasingly violent ways until you understand what it is to be immortal. All three Clans go into the Testing. They must remain together and search for the Amber room in order to survive. There is a catch…only the first two clans that find the Amber room will be allowed out. The third clan will remain trapped in the nightmare forever…

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© Kim Cormack / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - Children of Ankh Series - Mythomedia Press - "Sweet Sleep"

© Kim Cormack / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - Children of Ankh Series - Mythomedia Press - "Sweet Sleep"

© Kim Cormack / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - Children of Ankh Series - Mythomedia Press - "Sweet Sleep"





Kim Cormack writes about the creation of her first children's book, multiple sclerosis and what led to the start of Sweet Sleep and the Children of the Ankh series. She's also left a special code for our readers to get a free digital book. 

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20180201

Blogger 2017 Stats for OgFOMK ArTS - A Report


30. Jan. 1970



Blogger 2017 Stats for OgFOMK ArTS - A Report

Foreword

This report is geared towards our supporting contributors. We appreciate your efforts as contributors so we thought that some feedback on your work would be a good thing to do. The following report images and data are provided by Google’s Blogger platform and also Google AdSense. 

The dates covered are mainly 2017 but also a retrospect look at where we have come from since initially starting with Blogger in 2010. Our works in postings range from 1987 to the present. With the magic of dating posts we are able to do this. Ultimately the real work has been in 2017 where we set goals for personal posts but we also actively pursued the help of others which makes the project so much more interesting.

Contributors:

The following contributors are listed in alphabetical order by last name. The Name link goes to the contributor’s work and the second “Bio” goes to the “About” page and the respective contributor’s biographical information. Not all contributors are listed. We have some new ones that will be included in the 2018 numbers released next year.

Kim Breeding-Mercer - Bio
Lon Bennett - Bio
Mykel Board - Bio
Cristy Johnson Bowen - Bio
Kim Cormack - Bio
Tom Deans - Bio
Cary B. Epes, Jr. - Bio
William Hawkes - Bio
David Henretta - Bio
Toney Herndon - Bio
Gertrude Jewell - Bio
Jennifer - Bio
Alex Nuttall - Bio
Verna Peddi - Bio
Ghillian Porter-Smith - Bio
Ken Poyner - Bio
Debbie Wall - Bio

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Blogger 2017 Stats for OgFOMK ArTS. This includes the All Time stats and a snapshot of what 2017 has meant for the team.  We highlight the metrics and stats of the Blogger platform. We also show earnings based on numbers of viewers.

Blogger 2017 Stats for OgFOMK ArTS by Alex Nuttall, title: Blogger 2017 Stats for OgFOMK ArTS, Original Date: 20180130 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 2018 – 2018 – Published .

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