Flyting seems to have been a necessary thing to do in a time when people could not hide behind their computer screens to take shots at people and the Housewives of (insert any city) did not yet exist.I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same. 😉
Thanks for this awesome piece of history and teaching me a new OLD word Beth! ❤
Love this post and what Nancy did to make up for a moment of rudeness. ❤
I was mean yesterday.
Not mean like making someone cry, or repeating malicious gossip, or (worst of all) slapping the dog. Not mean mean.
Just a little mean. I was rude on the phone.
I heard from my doctor’s office that Medicare had my coverage screwed up. This was the first time I have used it since turning 65. And my claim was denied.
So I got on the phone with Medicare. That alone brings my blood pressure up. Not Medicare per se, or even the hold time, which was considerable. But the phone. I hate talking on the phone.
So after my required 13 minutes of hold time, listening to unpleasant music and promos for Medicare’s Facebook site (I wonder if they post pictures of kittens?), I finally got a real person and explained the issue.
While trying to explain, the dog of course was alternately barking his…
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Sometimes the best way to ‘shake it up’ a bit is to try something that you haven’t done before. As Kelly seems to say in her post there’s nothing quite as invigorating as being a bit afraid and a bit excited at the same time. When’s the last time you shook it up a bit?
Sometimes what logic dictates should happen plays out completely different and seems to make no sense at all like giving all you have and having more because of it, speaking in a lower voice to be heard, finding new hope and strength in the midst of great loss …
Once I witnessed a windstorm so severe two 100-year-old trees were uprooted on the spot. The next day, walking among the wreckage, I found the friable nests of birds, completely intact and unharmed on the ground. That the featherweight survive the massive, that this reversal of fortune takes place among us — that is what haunts me. I don’t know what it means.
~ Mary Ruefle, Remarks on Letters from Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures
Ahh yes. I want this kind of light inside of me, so bright that it wouldn’t matter how light it was outside…
Inside me there was everything I had believed was outside. There was, in particular, the sun, light, and all colors. There were even the shapes of objects and the distance between objects. Everything was there and movement as well… Light is an element that we carry inside us and which can grow there with as much abundance, variety, and intensity as it can outside of us…I could light myself…that is, I could create a light inside of me so alive, so large, and so near that my eyes, my physical eyes, or what remained of them, vibrated, almost to the point of hurting.
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This takes me back to my wonderful childhood and how much fun we had playing outside and getting dirty. In this post Nancy talks about how much she enjoyed the long jump. I loved riding my bike with my friends. What was your favourite childhood activity?
A few days a go I was doing a little gardening.
Here is a totally gratuitous photo of my helper. Theo has nothing to do with this story, but I am addicted to taking pictures of his adorable self.
So anyway, I am digging up weeds. I love pulling weeds – it is sort of a free association task for me. Sitting on the ground with the sun on my shoulders doing something so mindless – it allows my brain to travel to all sorts of interesting orbits.
I have new gardening gloves. I suffer from a severe allergy to poison ivy. My reaction is truly terrible, so my dermatologist told me to buy very cheap gloves and use them as disposable, since my gloves may come in contact with the satanic plants. But the problem is that I poke through the fingers of cheap gloves immediately. So this year…
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When you are grateful for what you have. When it is enough. Then you are rich, no matter how little you have. That’s what came to mind when I read the post David shared yesterday…
There is a hole inside of you.
It has been there for a long time, but by the time you graduate from college, you are acutely aware of this thing in your life that is missing. I don’t know what that is. It may involve a relationship, it may involve something regarding your health, or something troubling in your past. Trust me it does not matter how many degrees you get, you are never going to have a better past.
Or, maybe the hole in your life is a dream that just seems to keep alluding you. It’s not the same thing for all of us. The only thing that’s the same is that we are all missing something. Trust me on this, your future success depends completely on how you handle this hole in your life.
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We’ve all lost something that’s made us a little crazy while we search to find it.
Tric has really nailed how this affects us and sucks in those around us in this hilarious post about losing her phone – Enjoy!
Those of you who follow me on facebook will have read my plea for help last night.
Can all of holy Ireland and those with any influence please call on the all seeing St Anthony to find my phone. As a non believer he’ll never listen to me, even if I promise my instant conversion. I took it home but it’s gone. So demented here that I’ve even looked in the dish washer and hot press for it.
By the time I posted it I was… well lets just say I had gone past the growling ‘Ah lads where is my feckin phone?’ stage and moved into the snapping, ‘I have looked in the car a thousand times already!’ stage. Those left in the hunt for my phone were brave, and certainly not doing it for the gratitude I was showing them. As I sat in a huff asking social…
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Beth over at, I didn’t have my glasses on, shares this incredible story about a very old bridge.
Even more amazing, to me, is the fact that generations of families and neighbours have maintained that bridge for 500 years.
At a time when people struggle to maintain personal relationships and community ties, this bridge is evidence that long-term partnerships are not only possible, but can last a half millennia!
the only remaining incan rope bridge
the Q’eswachaka rope bridge, suspended over the apurímac river in peru, is a piece of living history. it is the last of the rope bridges that once connected the incan road system, and dates back about five centuries. rebuilt from twisted cords of grass by residents each year, it is a piece of history that is not only still in use, but regularly renewed.
the bridge—spanning 118 feet and composed of local grasses—is remarkably sturdy: it can hold thousands of pounds of tension. but perhaps the most remarkable thing about the Q’eswachaka is the local community’s ongoing dedication to keeping it in working order.
the bridge, though strong, only has a lifespan of one to two years before it begins to weaken. since the structure was first built nearly half a millennium ago, residents of nearby towns have fastidiously rebuilt it hundreds of times…
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Thanks Bill! I love this post about questions and answers.
It echoes the idea, “is life about the journey or the destination?” I’ve always been a “journey” advocate myself. One question leads to another, and brings you to the next leg of the journey. And how much better it is to ponder the questions with others along the way…
What do you all think?
“Perhaps real wisdom lies in not seeking answers at all. Any answer we find will not be true for long. An answer is a place where we can fall asleep as life moves past us to its next question. After all these years, I have begun to wonder if the secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company.” ~ Rachel Naomi Remen
The Old and ancient books on a shelf