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Status: Extinct?

I started dabbling in poetry a few weeks ago. In Leo Buscaglia’s book Love, published in 1972, Buscaglia wrote that without close ties with humans, an infant can regress, developmentally lose consciousness, fall into idiocy and die. Well-loved hearts live well.

A child may have a perfect physical environment, superb diet, and hospital-type hygiene but these contributions do not seem to be enough for his physical and mental development. Buscaglia referenced studies conducted by Drs. Fritz Ridel, David Wineman, and Karl Menninger who found that physical need for togetherness and love becomes the major drive of an individual’s life. Lack of love is the major cause of severe neuroses and psychoses in adulthood.

Inspired by Love, I share my fledgling stages of a newly discovered interest. (Ironically, I needed technology and a screen to post my amateur poem).

close up of heart shape

Status: Extinct?

Could our culture self-destruct at this high-speed internet pace?
Plugged in to overloaded devices
Electrocuted by short circuits of attention
We stopped using dial up to hear a voice, a laugh, a cry.
Body language sends busy signals
Disconnected from personal contact.
Wireless connection
Hands-free, hug-free.
Unlimited access to air waves, limited access to hand waves
Let your fingers do the walking, texting someone in the next room.
Social media actions, anti-social consequences?
Well-loved hearts live well.
Will we be screened in and die from loneliness?

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When my husband and I sold our house four years ago and chose to rent, we sorted our possessions. We are minimalists, so the sifting process was…well, minimal. (We would have a much “different” experience if we were packing Tig’s race shop though)!

We moved to a nine-building complex and met a few neighbors. Like our possessions, Tig and I are social minimalists. We are friendly without engaging in most party invitations. Shortly after moving in, I met a retired neighbor who is also a published author. Despite my introverted nature, she and I connected.

Bettye Jean and I exchanged our books and short conversations until she moved to assisted living. At first, I visited her often in her new home and gradually our communication decreased. Bettye Jean and I are what our granddaughter calls “short-term friends.” Short-term friends are people she meets once at a park or a birthday party.

apartment architecture balcony building
Photo by Tirachard Kumtanom on

I have been surprised that renting has taught me about healthy detachment. Each month, I watch heavily loaded moving vehicles being laboriously unpacked. The movers look exhausted and many ask why they keep so much stuff.

We’ve had quiet and considerate neighbors. We’ve also had rude neighbors. I’ve learned that unlike Tig and I, many occupants at this complex aren’t long-term residents. This four-year observation has taught me to appreciate the easier-to-love people, and become less irritated with the “minimally polite” tenants.

I frequently reflect on my temporary deployment on earth and ponder heaven’s victory. Renting supports my longstanding value to focus on eternal rewards. I appreciate that with less filling, unburdened joy is more full filling.

Flowing with a free spirit toward Larger Oceans,

…and the wise heart will know the proper time and procedure (Ecclesiastes 8:5).

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Everything, but not everything at once

This FROG Blog comes from a writing contest I entered last year. The contest invited people to use the prompt, “In 200 words or less, put your New Year’s Resolution in writing.” I’ve used it to remind myself to respect processing times (especially when I try to leap ahead on the lily pad of life).

FROG paddling with 2020 vision for a new year, Christina

Eccl. 3: 1-8, An Author’s Living Translation
There’s a time for everything, but not everything all at once.

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time for “In the Beginning,”
A time for “The End;”

A time to query,
A time to publish;

A time to let a story die,
A time to resurrect a plot;

A time for drafting,
A time for editing;

A time to celebrate an assignment,
A time to face a rejection letter;

A time to read tragedy,
A time to read comedy;

A time to buy books,
A time to sell books;

A time for writer’s flow,
A time for writer’s block;

A time for researching,
A time for writing;

A time for fiction,
A time for non-fiction;

A time to read others’ writing,
A time to have others read my writing;

A time to interview,
A time to be interviewed;

A time for novels,
A time for magazines;

A time for writer’s conferences,
A time for writer’s retreats.

There’s a time for everything, but not everything all at once.