Sunday, 12 March 2017

Images allow the mind to escape into creativity

It occurred to me tonight, as we spring forward, that there are so many images and quotes that can inspire me.  Likely anyone for that matter.

Whether you be an insomniac like I can be so many times, or an early riser in other parts, one can enjoy peaceful solitude or united solidarity with talented people of the world, from around the world.

It should be impossible to feel lonely in this brave new world, where just about anything we do, is centered on a computer or television screens.  Our jobs, our entertainment, our creativity, our memories.

Like so many others, life is in control.  It sometimes leaves gaps on the online world when you become enveloped with warmth from real life events, family, friends.  

More often, you are in survival mode in the outside world:  juggling jobs, finances, commitments, obligations, taxes, crises, pushing dreams and goals to the bottom of the pressure broil of keeping things together, whether mentally exhausted or morale challenged.

So what do you do?  To find a release to avoid the pressure explode with stress, health ailments, energy depletion .... what can help?

Creativity can be an escape. 
Like exercise is optimum for ongoing health invigoration,  so can creativity be a great way to exorcise those demons pressing down on you from real commitments.  

Take a stroll through the universe .... online.  For images that appeal to your senses, make you smile, make you in awe.  Look for quotes that speak to you personally, that can inspire you to move on from just barely getting by to where you belong.

Your sole purpose in life makes your soul sing.  Finding images to escape to and enjoy can go a step further when merged with stimulating verses or quotes.  Be moved to create your own.  That can be creative.  That can be a release.

Be at peace every day.  Be satisfied with what you have.  Don't try to reach too far into the future so that you have lost the gift of enjoyment of today. 

It is in you to be enveloped in a positive enjoyable world.  To discover what it is will guide you to what others find similarly mirrored philosophy and talent unfolds, makes connection.

Saturday, 4 March 2017

Release the stigma of schizophrenia

Eugene Uttley, guest blogger.
Author Eugene Uttley blogs at, which he describes as a "writer's playground." Among the posts at wee ditty are a decent factsheet about schizophrenia, a examination of the egregious stigma associated with schizophrenia and with mental illness in general, a call to action by the US Surgeon General, and much more.
To get to know a bit (or a bit more) about Uttley, and about Sz and M.I. stigma, you are invited to check out these presentations:

Uttley asserts that the stigma surrounding schizophrenia in particular arises largely from the confusion of the word 'psychotic' with the word 'psychopathic' - leading to the common misconception that 'psychotic' equates with dangerous behavior.
Psychopathy is rare, and very different and distinct from psychosis and schizophrenia.
Statistically, schizophrenics are more likely to be harmed than to do harm.
As to what most schizophrenics are actually like, Uttley points to a recent LA Times interview with Allen Frances, former chairman of the Department of Psychiatry at the Duke University School of Medicine and chair of the task force that wrote the fourth edition of the “Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders” or D.S.M.-IV.
The interview concerns with the mental health of the US President. Hilariously, Frances dismisses the possibility that the POTUS is mentally ill based on his being a bad person.
“Most mentally ill people are nice, they’re well mannered, they are decent, they are unselfish, they are good people,” Frances said. “Trump is none of these. When you lump someone who is bad with people who have mental illness, it stigmatizes the mentally ill population. Less an insult to him and more an insult to them.”
Uttley has been interviewed recently by aurorawatcherak and by Grammar Ghoul Press.
Catch up with him on twitter (@uttleysz), on amazon, or under the pen name Arthur Thomas Morton at Pen-L Publishing.

NAMI's #stig

Upper and lower case battles

Dear Sir or Madam:

I'm going to give you a verbal resume for your consideration as the opportunity post it online presence itself.  (Whew no red over presents but i caught it because I read things over three or four times before i hit PUBLISH anywhere, yet it snuck past Google's blogspot spell checker.   I don't think Chrome can enter through the website internal workings of Blogspot, both wonder childs of Google, the machine that keeps on chugging, and now steaming ahead in the war on Data.  Now, I'm certainly no engineer or computer designer or architect (hey, maybe I've been around one or two or more of the types ... eh?  

I keep watching the competition going on.  And, my friends, it isn't a war on drugs, political arena, money or power.  Well, perhaps it is an arm wrestle over POWER.  It all comes down to this word called "data".  No caps, a noun and strongly overtaking as a verb for what is really driving the world:  it's data.  The problem of ISIS compounded by a hundred.  Because the one thing I learned in the digital equipment business, with HP, XEROX and IKON (now swallowed up by RICOH).  

Think about the biggest most powerful companies who have survived at least 50 years in business, never afraid of evolving their identity to appear as a leader in its field.  They have all CAPS logos and identity!  They share that common denominator.  When did Apple become APPLE?  They snuck it in on us, could be a conspiracy theory?  

The sublimity of becoming an all caps logo from all lower case to one capital letter?  I wonder if anyone has figured this out?  Interesting possibilities and endless learning opportunities unfold.   Thinking of Mashable comes first into my head.  They're at the capital or uppercase M with the rest lowercase. (Thank you to Google for waking up after being asleep at the wheel on the spell checker side, I didn't know that uppercase and lowercase were singular words, I had typed at two separate words.

Imaginary soul
My imagination and creativity is my gift to the world.  I may not be the most eloquent writer or unpublished as an author.  How else could I adopt and self-title myself from optioneerJM to ThePublisher ? Yes there are MEANDERINGSabout and The INbetweeners blogs indeed in between.  Gosh, I'd typed INbetweeners so much I thought they were indeed one word.  Wrong, and wisely pointed out by Google.

Google has the ability to control the data that so many are grasping at getting so desperately.  The fight over data began when I was at HP.  We were building and decommissioning servers (wiping them completely clean) all from scratch all because DATA my friends was playing havoc with INFORMATION.  

Data is the is virtually in the cloud.  It is starting to be the battle on who not only can grab and house the data (have you used the Apple Cloud?  Geese, they have the in front of their name too, maybe I AM an imposter!  Thinking I'm as good or clouds away from information.

Battle Ground
You could consider the faceoff or the ball toss, is between Google and Apple.  They've been cleverly gathering data about us for a very long time.  Where Google may have had the head start, Yahoo and AOL were light years ahead.  {What happened to those two pioneers?  As such happens too far frequently, where the real pioneers of a technology or a solution to a problem (because they're not always at the hands on a keyboard)}

I have had the opportunity and through training which drove my ability to launch assistance on a new business, leave behind cool ideas (mostly templates) wherever I've been.  That is one of the things I can almost guarantee.  My name remembered as a different last name, long before I shed it and the husband that went along with it.  I've been fortunate to hone my abilities with the right type of leadership support that brought out the best in me.  Sprinkle in some of the worst, easily defined as horror stories of bosses and companies I've worked for.  Yes, a few gave me a shot of developing leadership skills, when I was truly blossoming in the right role, building my team from the ground up.  Developing and sharpening an ever evolving plan.  That's kinda like me.  

As they say, distinguished Area Governor, award winning President,taking a club at the bottom with struggling attendance and engagement.  The Area Governor while I was president went on to be the District Governor, or was that a VP before the District Governor.  The District Governor is like the Mayor, Premier, Prime Minister, The President (there's that capital "The" I copied here.  OOPsie, LOL.

That is why I write
The difference between the gifted and truly great orators cannot amount to anything without the write words.  That is what I found by discovery.  I guess in a nutshell I don't settle for the status quo.  There are an infinite number of people, companies, processes, operations, people, characteristics, profiles, principles, philosophy, culture, impediments to trying to accomplish just about anything.

The resources
Of a given company, the resources are the thing.  They make or break a company, organization or country.  Really regardless of global location, culture, religions, they share the same obstacles.  There is this really important balance between three separate things:

* people power
* equipment and technology
* intelligence and innovation above all.

If you don't have the resources in place or minimum keeping pace with your growth, you will fail miserably.  Think about all the GREATEST of pioneers who fade into the background, a forgotten innovator.  It has to be the guy who invented SKYPE.  Without skype, people really were unable to communicate in any other way than on the phone OR a webcam but not both.  

Without SKYPE, there would be no FACETIME (Apple eh?) no SNAP CHAT, Periscope or YouTube for heaven's sake.  I may have gone off the deepend a bit here.  I guess you just found out the second most unique thing about me didn't you?  I don't like others stealing credit when it is due someone else.  

The Folklores
When is the last time we had folklores?  I know that a lot of indigenous peoples who pass down stories for generations and then the ones more unbelievable thus called folklores.  With the little brothers and sisters called rumours who don't even have hardly a blip on our radars or importance meter until they implode with cast offs from Yahoo, not realizing it was capitalizing on the lead from AOL that allowed people to type a conversation in real time.  Now we call them texts and they are as well taken for granted on all the smartphones out there along with the telecommunications world, which is another big power struggle of our time ::: which ironically gather the most revenue from being that word again:  DATA.  Well, we do have folklores. In our generation they're called MicroSoft, Apple, GE, HP, Xerox, IBM, Disney.

It all begins with a story
Every folklore has a story.  
For me, as a career I've had the knack to help launch businesses, come up with some creative ideas that solved big problems (which was rewarded because it was in a sales capacity where money talked, results won.)  If I was truthful, I would not expound upon the glories of sales glory at the highest level.  What nobody tells you in sales school, university, or college, that to be truly great in sales, you have to toughen your skin to a shell of steel because the higher you climb the more people think they want to step on you.  Or, kick you from the sidelines.

Once, I was doing some really great things, people become nervous.  I don't think they are nervous because they may be cool ideas, but they could see that I could execute on those ideas.

An Army
Some companies think they should run it like the army.  No, I've never been in the Army, but my father was highly regarded in the Canadian Armed Forces Air Force Command Center in Winnipeg.  It may have moved for all I know, but through osmosis I could see how it ran its operation.  They'd blip at me when I heard "insubordination" or "leadership command"  or "full disclosure, tattle taler society".

The Hierarchy
Some companies have tried to soften the army approach because when business is booming, which usually means economies are booming.  That, usually equates to oodles of opportunity for more sales which trickle down to net profits, executive reasonal salaries with outrageous bonuses.  Some of us do pretty well and even can thrive in a Hierarchal society, it's best to blend in and fade into the background in this climate.  Because the leaders of the top of the chain do not like to be threatened.   Not in a hierarchical society.  There still are a lot of yes sir and no ma'am in this society without the salute (unless it's the third finger salute behind the back of the hierarchical ~ geez, is this a hard word to spell or what??!!) There are clear distinctions between the haves and the have nots in this world.  There are the people that make all the money (around 10%) and then there are those that do all the work to allow the top to keep making more money (90%).  I've worked in this world the most.  It's a comfortable place to be.  It isn't necessarily THE best place to be if you like to be a creative thinker.  Can you imagine the business cases, best practices, powerpoint presentations there are in a Hierarchy company?  Well, the area you can really be creative is within the confines of those arenas:

* Business Cases
* Best Practices
* Powerpoint Presentations

If you're good at any three of those things and become outstanding, you will knock the socks off anyone who merely glimpses at your showmanship, intelligence, innovation and wanting to solve a problem.

The Narrow Path
Imagine being in the confines of processes, procedures, protocol, pretty power points, and I didn't even expound the virtues of being an excel spreadsheet whiz.  You, young man or young lady, will be going places.  Vroom vroom.  I've never been a rule breaker.  Not that I can think of too readily.  Maybe someone else can remember and enlighten me?  In any case, I will admit to being a rule:

* Pusher
* Enveloper
* Evasive
* Determined
* Focussed
* Driven
* Chaser
* Dreamer

of ways to do new things in new ways.  Hardly, a spot for someone like that in a Hierarchical surroundings.  It could be almost like a tadpole or goldfish swimming in the ocean surrounded by sharks.  Very teritorial these barracudas and bastards are.  (First official swear word in print, ha! Power of NOW!)

Idea Makers
Become stakeholders to their ideas.  They are driven farther and higher than the former two worlds.  Out of this pool of unique creative, techno visionaries come a lot of really great things.  Innovations we try to associate with The Jetsons.  Flying machines, just frequency in space doesn't match yet.  The only unfortunate part of this society is that egos reign supreme.  I know, you thought that attribute would live more comfortably in the Hierarchical domain.  But no, this world revolves usually one very powerful person.  I know, we usually identify with that more as a leader or dictator of a country.  Well, they live in the Idea Makers world.  They me and I one hundred times than we or third place you.  Then again, that only deviates when there is assigning blame.  

Now many of us have lived in one form of dysfunction or another.  You are delusional or a liar if you deny this.   Some demonstrate it more privately and at home, or when they're out, or at work.    Most, if not all, have had to deal hands on or hands off with dysfunction.  There are a lot of companies that are dysfunctional while sharing the common ground of The Army or by Hierarchy.   For that reason, can emerge a Dysfunctional work culture.  Or, the lack of balance between life and the way you have a roof over your head.

A few things to ponder.  If they make you think, absolutely great.  Thank you.

Images for this were taken from my "FACEUS" Board on Pinterest.  My favorite board.  There is so much intrigue captured from an expression. 

 Black and white images can exude a mood that is unique from color.  Sometimes I use a themed collection of images, instead of images or quotes related to the writings, in my blog. 

Friday, 10 February 2017

A skin malaise .....

Agony by Egon Schiele/1912

Since Tuesday this week, I've been overtaken by a skin condition called Shingles.  I know, we've all seen the commercial:  the guy rubbing his back while the narrator tells us how painful it is and if you're over 50, you should get the Shingles vaccination.  In fact, I think it is a frequent guest advertiser on CNN, if I'm not mistaken.  One of those commercials you've seen so often, your lips start moving as you murmur the voice over you perform like second nature.

So what if I'm over 50?  Why would I even be bothered?  Forget that as I hit my 50s I was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes.   No matter that the dietitian and doctor tried to convince me that it was shitty genetics, like a curse in the health family history battle of hereditary propensity to inherit one day.  

Yes, I watched with not-quite smugness, but not a far stretch of superiority while watching Brett Michaels pitch a comeback under the umbrella of diabetes as a disease.  No, no one else had put the "ailment" I perceived it NOT to be to an outright kiss of health trauma and continuous uphill climb.  

Being born and raised in the Sixties ( #60s ) I basically grew up with anything and everything, where moderation conflicted with self indulgence that the era really should be identified with.  Everything IN EXCESS was the motto of the times, and restraint was a disorder and "anything goes" was the order of the day.

I guess it shouldn't be any wonder that once your hit your 50s, your health becomes the legacy you created all those many dreams ago.  Where nerds could be gazillionaires, and a suave businessman and personality could become the President of the United States.  To demonstrate that I am Canadian, read the previous sentence again ending with ..... could become the President of the United States.  

You see, if I were American, I would have said:  "President of the United States of America".  I just wondered if any other Canadians thought about the ramifications of our cousins to the south consideration and respect for us to their north.

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Friday the 13th

A tenth anniversary too
Life can't get any more interesting than mulling over the fact that yesterday was my 10th Wedding Anniversary .... then it hit me that it WAS Friday the 13th.  My mom questioned the wisdom of getting married on the date with 13th.  

Wouldn't that be bad luck?
I reckoned that since my husband, the Hunkster Hubster, I affectionately call him was born on the 13th of December, you couldn't get any luckier than that, because 2x13=26 so it really isn't bad luck.  If you take his birth month and birth date, you get 25 (12+13) ... with mine as 22 (04+18) making him ODD and me even.

A full moon risen
to add intrigue to the insight, we have a beautiful winter moon.  It doesn't get more surreal than this:  a ghostly moon because of the artic air descended upon us, a fainted white.  From the reflection of the snow and crystals casting about a diamond glow.

The future for sure
How back then I probably imagined what our life would be like.   Because there were a few things we both felt strongly about:

  • our kids
  • making a family
  • home

Blended dreams
folded into goals.  To bring together four really quite bright kids and wish for the best.  We blended more than our kids, we began new traditions that today envelope wonderful memories.  

Almost comical
as to what we worried about back then.  Would the Princess eat at the table with the rest of the royalty, whom were never allowed to treat her as though she invaded our home.  Do we really expect to continue to sit at the table for dinner every single night, as he'd observed as our home life.  

Upheaval be damn
was my battle cry.  I would never allow normalcy be invaded by doom.  The best to hang on to are the traditions that were mired in each other's parents homes.  A nightly dinner with a tastefully set table was as normal as it ever has been in years since.  

Soccer teams
and soccer moms.  Lined up on the field, relaxing with a cup of usually Tim Horton's coffee.  Known to be different, mine would be star bucks in a thermos,
a throwback to the days I spent at the arena in my youth, with a sparkle in my eye that I would become a member of the Ice Capades in a few short years.  If I worked hard.  Even after I started to be able to drive myself to those 6 a.m. skates, my mom would always make me some hot chocolate in a thermos to have between figures and free skate or dance.   One of those things you take for granted, become implanted with habits carried into our adulthood, parenthood.

And a dog named Buddy
Our best friend, companion, faithful, loyal, protective guardian of our hearts.  I'm talking about all of us.  Realizing now, how difficult it was to trust again, to give someone else your heart, so fearful of having it trampled upon.  Again.

10 years of craziness
I would be remiss or untruthful if I said anything otherwise.  Yikes.  Three girls in their hormonal prime:  12, 13, 15 years old.  Then the sole boy 17 then.  The girls took their turns with their theatrics and drama a heart beat away.  By the two older girls, not the baby of the family, a girl.   She hung back, took it all in, keen to observe.  And learn.  To be better than them at causing parents heart attacks and heart ache at such potential being thrown away.

How far we've come since
One daughter married, another one kicking ass in university, the other one killing it in Vancouver, starting to really shine.  It is really rewarding to watch how they blossom.  Even the, at times, lonely son.  Such strong character, work ethic and morals gracefully etched into their beings.  The blending together must have really worked.  A bond created among all, including the new brother by married for the son.  

What wasted time worrying is
Try as much as you want, someone else is steering your life.  Is it God?  Is it fate?  Is it by design?  You are on a worldly path, setting strong examples for your children in your own beliefs, morals and kindness you try to uphold.  The Hunkster Hubster is a very strong man.  Not just in stature but in demeanor and presence.  How cool for someone to have such an anchor, from within themselves.

You may wonder what's your path?
..... are you on track, been misguided, failed or succeeded?  Life laughs at its own sense of humor as you discover you already have.  Creating this peaceful, safe, nucleus of family, is a success many dream of.  

Except now the table is bigger
and will eventually grow even more.  As grandchildren and boyfriends and praying for wife and more husbands build and grow from the foundation.  Of two apprehensive in taking a risk on love.  For the most part, our home is still the focal point in most of our lives.  Drifting in importance other times.  

Contentment and peacefulness
is an art of the life kind.  To be home, with just the Hunkster Hubster and our faithful companion, Buddy, the dog.  Is bliss and oasis rolled into one.  I could be at home 24/7.  Without a blip.  Writing and painting, cooking and creating an ever evolving home and garden.  It really is where I want to be most of the times.

Paradise in blue green waters
pull me back in my reflection of the past 10 years.  There have been life events and priorities that have prevented that annual honeymoon in far away places we wanted to explore together.

I worry a little
that we wont get a chance to again, since it was annual up until after the fourth year.  A go at a company, primarily run by my husband, when it was suppose to be forward march together.  I acted on the gleam in my eye that was caused by a great career opportunity so my focus was sporadic.  

If I only I knew then 
what I know now how things would have been different.  Using the internet and social media to market the company since time was a limited resource available for contribution back then.  

Building trust and memories
is never an easy feat.  Yet we have done so together, mildly so since the baby of the family left two years, almost three years ago.  Restored or instilled into sharing our life together.

Now is as important as ever
as we are in our fifties and wise to the twists and turns and speedbumps that can surface unexpectedly.  While firm in the commitment, the contentment found with each other's company.  We like it.  We enjoy it.  I can't imagine spending it with anyone else.

Happy Anniversary Love

xoxoxoxoxo Jeannette

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

The Prince and the Puppeteer

authenticity personified
The stark contrast between Obama and Trump have never been clearer than they were tonight.

So many can't help but notice how different these two men are.  After tonight's farewell address, there is no question who is "the Prince" and this story, and whom I am cementing my plan.  However possible that may be, likely not overnight.  

The Prince and the Puppeteer
My quirky twist on a classic fairy tale was tempting to use but "The Prince and the Pauper" would have been wrong.  The anti-hero, antagonist to this tale is a bazillionaire, confirmed by nevermind, a boast of his own kind.  

The Gentleman and the Bully
seems to be catchy as well.  As my creative soul seeps out to my fingertips on these keys.  A startling front page of some big national newspaper known for its journalism, ingenuity and risk taking bravado that the Gentlemen so eloquently orated that his wife was his best friend.  The love in his eyes and the genuine tears would make many ladies aswoon (falling into swoon) who could only imagine, never experience, the gaze of strength, manhood, leadership, father, husband morally grounded so evidence by the adoration in his daughter's eyes.
The integrity, honesty, pride was evident in his eyes.  We became unified by that feeling of inclusiveness, witnessing a truly great event.  Uplifting.  Inspiring.  

Leadership leading the audience
on a journey of history shared, written and spoken in such a beautiful, flowing way.  Gently reminding his team (which included a very big country) how much they have accomplished together over the past number of his stated years.  Chiding them to get off their tuffs and get signed up and sign on to being leaders of change.

The Pauper
in the story is the child, the man who had become adored by literally millions, could rise from even where his parenting, citizenship belonged, thrown into circumstances that were part of the circumstances to which he was born.  The climb up, stand proud and push forward to become one of the greatest leaders that come so quickly to mind.    Great resonance in admonition to send a powerful message that one's own determination is the only thing limiting one's ambition, which degrees decree force.  

Thank you Barrack Obama
for what you have done
not just for your country
but for many beyond.

Restorer of hope and symphonic
"yes we can" chorus Obama championed.
To a choir of billions
help rapt in those words.

The king of 1961
to which he should be crowned.
I cannot think of anyone more worthy
than the person within.

Integrity, honesty, trustworthiness flow
fueled by his loyal herd
as a son, husband, father he is first,
magnetic to the tides of those wanting change.

Our king of 1961
forever should be crowned.
As one of the best speakers, speech makers
of any time, not of one.

Thank you and forever gratitude
will linger in our hearts
the gift of watching you uplift many
to a world of servitude
to help all mankind, not just our family.
As brothers and sisters of a nation.
No division of color or where's one station.

I will share and post this on other blogs, as posts... check out Twitter to use the #hashtag #thankYOUmrOBAMA.

Monday, 9 January 2017

in with a BANG!

Bright lights, big city, where i live.  A cosmopolitan city in the finest form.  If you want to think of destinations in the world the come first to mind, it would not be my city.  Not Los Angeles, nor Atlanta with traffic snarls, gang snarls, nor dusty, dirty cultures.  Except maybe lately when one is becoming severely disenchanted with the current incumbent whom I fear will go uncontested as he sheds his cloak and sheds that shiny veneer (of his suits, that is).  Just not the type of man I want to embed in our youngsters' minds that he is perfectly normal.  A single guy who lives in his mother's basement while making probably, oh, $250,000 a year.  He sounds like he has admitted who he REALLY is, walled out from faith pressure.   So, he comes across the every man or woman's big or little brother, depending on your age.

I will mail you a gift if you guess where i'm from?  I was on the REDDITgifts exchange this past 2016, and it was of the coolest things I have done online ... more than likely since I jumped online, fingers first, brain later.  No, I try to stay clear of controversy, yet I've been known (probably hard to prove because my typical blogging numbers aren't that high. 

 HOWEVER, the followers that I have, I tend to really interact with, consistently.  Most people just amass numbers, and regardless of how many hours you clock in online, everyone basically has a ratio of how much time they spend online, what you are doing while you are online, OR who are you doing it with?  (a vendor~because you are a shopper) (a reader~swiping through content, like a mad painter swishing side by side) (an audience~you blog, you post, you like, you reTweet, you share while you know the online Code of Conduct  and observe the unwritten rules (that will be sidebarred to another writing adventure).

🅶 I adore experimenting with design, style along with my writing.  I want to develop that more as I progress along.  With you, the reader.  I'm an avid reader who likes the odd movie :: the stronger the screenplay, the better actors, the better something with umph are my most favorites.