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Day 2936: High alert

You’d have to be high (as we used to say back in the 60’s) not to be on high alert if you live in the USA.

I captured the following images when I was on high alert.

Some of those images put me on high alert to invite you to sign up for my Open Mic tomorrow, January 15, before the end of today.

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I’ll be singing my new lyrics to the Doors’ “People Are Strange” which I wrote when I was on high alert.

Here’s what immediately comes up on “You Tube” when I search for “high alert.”

It’s exhausting to be on high alert, isn’t it? Please be on alert for signs of support and gratitude.

Finally, thanks to all who’ve helped me stay alert through eight years of blogging, including YOU.

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Day 2929: When the bottom drops out

Yesterday morning, before the bottom dropped out at the USA Capitol Building in Washington, people in my Coping and Healing group discussed experiences of when the bottom drops out, including how that feels and how to cope. By sharing those experiences of when the bottom drops out and realizing they were not alone, the group members lifted each other up. I suggested that when the bottom drops out again they look down, feel their feet securely on the floor, and realize that the bottom is still there, even if it feels like it has dropped out.

According to an online definition, the bottom drops out “alludes to collapsing deeper than the very lowest point, or bottom.”

Yesterday afternoon, the current inhabitant of the White House collapsed deeper than his previous lowest point/bottom, inciting his followers to violently disrupt the transfer of power in the country I love.

As the whole world watched in horror, the bottom dropped out in the USA yesterday. Those of us who are familiar with malignant narcissists like Trump know that the bottom will drop out even LOWER if he remains in office.

When the bottom drops out, I’m too upset to take many photos, so here are all my recent images from top to bottom:

What do you do when the bottom drops out? When the bottom drops out for me, I reach out for people I love and trust, I anchor myself in the present moment, and I tell myself, “It’s safer than it feels.”

Therefore, I’m going to post, again, the video I shared on this blog yesterday, before the bottom dropped out, of audience members at the Stephen Colbert Show lifting up the late, great U.S. congressman from Georgia, John Lewis, as he crowd-surfed above them.

It makes me cry, here and now, to see how far the bottom has dropped out of my country.

Here is Senator Amy Klobuchar speaking to Stephen Colbert last night about her experience of when the bottom dropped out yesterday:

Here‘s Stephen Colbert showing a lot of feeling in his live monologue last night after the bottom dropped out and before his interview with Senator Klobuchar:

And here‘s his interview with Republican Representative Adam Kinzinger about his experience of when the bottom dropped out.

If you have any thoughts or feelings about when the bottom drops out, please drop a comment, below.

Now that you’ve reached the bottom here, thanks — from the bottom of my heart — to all who help me drop a blog post every day, including you.

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Day 2887: Thankful

I am thankful for so much on this Thanksgiving Day.

I am thankful to be alive and in love with life and with so many living creatures.

I am thankful for my eyes and for what they see.

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I am thankful for my ears. I’m thankful for what they hear.

What are you thankful for, in six words, less, or more?

On Thanksgiving and every other day, I am thankful for YOU!

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Day 2865: The Impossible Wait

While we’re waiting the impossible wait for election returns in the USA, here’s my rewrite of “The Impossible Dream” from Man of La Mancha:

THE IMPOSSIBLE WAIT

by Ann Koplow (with thanks to lyricist Joe Darion)

To wait the impossible wait,

To fight the unprincipled foe,

To bear with unbearable feelings,

To wait for returns that are slow.

To right all the right-leaning wrongs,

To love when there’s hate all around.

To try when your heart is too weary,

To keep your feet firm on the ground.

This is my plan

To wait for the vote

Through all of these hours

And keep hope afloat.

To fight the alt-right,

Without question or pause.

To be wiling to march into hell

If Trump breaks voting laws.

And I know if I stay calm and true

In this difficult quest,

The votes might turn more states to blue,

And I might get some rest.

And the world would be better for this

That each vote scorned and covered with scars,

Amid all the anger was counted,

To wait the impossible wait!

© Ann Koplow, 2020

While we’re waiting the impossible wait, feel free to sing those lyrics here.

And here‘s Luther Vandross singing the original lyrics for “The Impossible Dream.”

You can also check out my latest photos and captured images during the impossible wait.

Wait for it ….

… it’s not myself I’m loathing right now.

Feel free to join me during the impossible wait in the comments section, below.

Gratitude makes even impossible waits bearable, so thanks to all who are waiting this out with me, including YOU.

Categories: 2020 U.S. Election, 2020 U.S. Presidential election, personal growth, photojournalism, politics, self-care | Tags: , , , , , | 22 Comments

Day 2798: Heads

Yesterday, my beloved long-time friend Barbara headed over to our place for our first in-person meeting since the pandemic.  After she parked her car and saw me waiting for her outside, the realities of the coronavirus momentarily went right out of her head and she instinctively hugged me — I turned my head away during the hug. Then,  we headed out for a walk and a delicious lunch outside, wearing masks on our heads.

Our conversational topics were headed up by:

  • the current head of the United States,
  • systemic racism,
  • other things that are worrying our heads (like voting and bureaucracies),
  • photography, and
  • how Barbara helps her partner, Jim,  get his  head out of the sand and how Jim helps Barbara get out of her head.

I have it in my head, here and now, that there will be many heads in my recently captured images.

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I usually have it in my head that the Daily Bitch calendar will somehow relate to my daily blog post and sure enough, the name of this adorable neighborhood dog with the amazing head …

… is Donut.

 Here‘s a favorite song fromTalking Heads:

In my head, it DOES feel like life during wartime.

If you have thoughts in your head about this “Heads” post, feel free to express them in a comment, below.

Gratitude is always in my head, so thanks to all who help me create this blog, including YOU!

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Day 2779: Minor adjustments

Yesterday, after making minor adjustments so we could connect beautifully on a ZOOM call, my friend Barbara and I talked about her brilliant realization that major issues like the current pandemic can become much more bearable if you make minor adjustments.

During the call, we made minor adjustments so we could see and hear each other better and we discussed minor adjustments to important relationships, interpersonal strategies, our health, nature walks near us, our living spaces, our diet, our weight, Zen-like attitudes, and high school connections. Here are the photos I took of Barbara while we were talking about minor adjustments:

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That’s Barbara showing me a sunset outside her window and also a view within her apartment which reminds her of a Thomas McKnight painting.  Later in the day she sent me a better photo of that view which I should be able to find and share once I make some minor adjustments.  Hold on ….

Those minor adjustments included saving the draft of this post, shutting down my laptop, using my iPhone to find and include that photo, saving the post again, and restarting my laptop to continue creating this post, but I’ve adjusted to the minor adjustments required to bring you these blog posts, every day.

Do you see minor adjustments in any of the other adjusted images I’ve captured recently?

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Yes, I sometimes need to make minor adjustments to my self esteem and reading helpful feedback like Maddie’s helps in a very major way. The minor adjustment I would make to that text exchange is the fact that I am no longer President of my local group therapy organization.  I am having no trouble adjusting to that.

Also, I’m making minor adjustments to the original song I’m planning on singing at my Zoom-based 50th high school reunion in September.  I’ve adjusted this verse …

Now it’s 2020 and we’re all here
To connect over food and beer
To embrace the living and to miss our dead
As we gather here in Marblehead.

… to this …

Now it’s 2020 and we’re all here
To connect and give each other cheer,
To appreciate the living and to miss our dead
As we gather here on Zoom instead …. of Marblehead.

Knowing me, I’ll keep making minor adjustments to that song until I sing it on September 12.

Here‘s “Minor Adjustments” by Zaccai Curtis:

I just made the minor adjustment of following Zaccai Curtis on YouTube.

Please feel free to express minor or major thoughts about minor adjustments in the comments section, below.

Gratitude is another minor adjustment with major effects,  so thanks to Barbara, Maddie, Zaccai Curtis, Thomas McKnight, my family, my high school friends, adjusting cats, and everybody else who helps me create and adjust these daily blog posts, including YOU!

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Day 2777: A Day of Ordinary Miracles

Yesterday was a day of ordinary miracles, especially because miraculous blogger Beth sent us this extraordinary hand-made condolence card for the loss of our ordinary miracle of a cat, Oscar.

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That reminds me of the day of ordinary miracles when I tried to see Oscar in the stars.

It’s a day of ordinary miracles when a miraculously wonderful person like Beth gets me in such a profound way.  Yesterday was also a day of ordinary miracles because somebody in my Coping and Healing groups said, “It’s great to have a group like this where other people get you.”  These days, it’s an ordinary miracle when people get each other.

Yesterday was also a day of ordinary miracles because my 22-year-old son Aaron agreed to take a walk with his mother. Let’s see if you can see ordinary miracles in my other photos from yesterday:

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It would be an ordinary miracle if you could find Aaron in one of those photos.

Today looks to be another day of ordinary miracles because I found this very helpful article with “Five-Minute Coronavirus Stress Resets, which include music medicine, cooling off, paced breathing, and anchoring. Here‘s the music medicine cited by Dr. Jenny Taitz that was found to be almost as effective as taking a benzodiazepine for pre-operative patients.

Here’s what The Daily Bitch Calendar has to say about another day of ordinary miracles:

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I am woman, hear me

  • sigh,
  • cry,
  • try,
  • laugh,
  • speak up,
  • lead,
  • follow, and
  • blog*.

Gratitude always creates a day of ordinary miracles, so many thanks to Beth, my son Aaron, Dr. Jenny Taitz, Marconi Union, and the other ordinarily miraculous ones who sustain me in this blogging journey, including YOU.

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* For other days of ordinary miracles, see the rest of the thousands of posts for this daily blog.**

** Because it’s been so long, it’s an ordinary miracle that I remember how to insert asterisks here and now.

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Day 2702: Who counts?

In yesterday’s blog post, I asked the question “Who’s counting?” twice.

Today, as I am looking at others counting the horrific numbers of dead in the United States and around the world,  I’m asking, “Who counts?”

I don’t know how people in power would answer that question, but I do know how the people I love, respect, and count on would answer it.

Everybody counts.

Who counts in the phots I took yesterday?

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Who counts on love?  I do.

When I search YouTube for “Who Counts”,  I find this:

I count on you to watch that video and I count on you to vote.

Thanks to everybody who counts, including YOU.

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Day 2682: Where all the monsters are

Looking back at yesterday’s Daily Bitch Calendar, I see where all the monsters are.

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I don’t know if I agree with the Daily Bitch Calendar that all the monsters are in back of me, since I see monsters elsewhere.

When we look back at my other images from yesterday, are there monsters there?

 

Therapists EVERYWHERE must deal with the monsters within their patients and themselves.

Here‘s “Calling All the Monsters” with China Anne McClain from A.N.T. Farm:

 

Where do you think all the monsters are?

Looking back again, I thought the coronavirus monster might be at CVS when I snapped this photo yesterday:

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Day 2653: Signs of the Times

In the Times, yesterday, I saw an article about emotional store signs of a closed New York.

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During the rest of the day, there were other signs of these strange times, including these:

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I appreciate that particular sign of the times: let us be compassionate and kind to remove the sadness of the world.

Here is  “A Sign of the Times” by Petula Clark (from a long time ago):

It’s a sign of the times that I was concerned about the health of Petula Clark, who is eighty-seven years old.

It’s a sign of the times that Anna Jaworski —  who does the podcast “Heart to Heart to Anna”— asked me to appear on her show again, this time talking about the coronavirus and people with high risk heart conditions like me. Here‘s a link to my appearance on her show last year, and I’ll share the link for the new show when I get it.

It’s a sign of the times that I’m especially grateful for every day, here and now, with YOU.

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