That is a great kitchen sign! People are so beautifully creative. I’d never have thought to put those ingredients together. My ancestral recipes are different.😉
I like how it turned out too! I’m going to create it again with pencil only. Perhaps there’s a place for it in the book. 😊
an excessively cheerful or optimistic person: what I am saying makes me sound like some aging Pollyanna who just wants to pretend that all is sweetness and light.
DERIVATIVES
Pollyannaish | -iSH | adjective
Pollyannaism | -ˌizəm | noun
ORIGIN
early 20th century: the name of the optimistic heroine created by Eleanor Hodgman Porter (1868–1920), American author of children's stories.
Just home from a forest trail walk with Henrietta. I paid attention to fractals — trees, flowers… my circulating thoughts.
I wondered… If the micro and macro mirror each other, does one’s quality of life shift when we consciously guide our thoughts and environments toward positive experiences?
Is our “self” the micro which ripples out and up within the macro?
When I show up positive and accepting, does that affect those with whom I interact?
When I worked in kindergarten, there was a man who for a short time ran the lunch room. He overflowed with positive energy. Everyone’s mood was lightened as he cracked jokes, cajoled picky eaters, and hummed happy tunes.
I learned a lot from watching him and wondered why on earth a man of his caliber was running a grade school cafeteria. Maybe he was an angel?😇
Anyhow… it seems to me that when we put good stuff out, good stuff boomerangs back to us.
Quite a post! Lolligagging here on Labor Day, the effect was that of a batter about to swing at the pitcher's slider. The artistry and color choices of the flower and butterfly were pleasant to the eye. The sheets of soggy sketch paper? Just the thing I'm quite capable of doing. Recognizing ways to prevent that in the future? A good memory jog. Then the slider (Pollyanna) sweeping out of reach, out of my batting zone, brought a "What just happened?" sense to this post.
In a good way, of course. That exchange brought to mind the comment on which wolf we choose to feed. I believe there's an overabundance of negative occurrences to choose from, and Lincoln was spot on with his remark. Some mornings when I'm convinced I need to check the news, that's really a want, a choice. Some mornings I choose not to ingest the day's news. A now-departed good friend decided in his 70's to stop ingesting the news. His point was that there was little, if any, of the events that he could hope to change. He opted for Buddhist readings instead. The quiet mind.
Reap what you sow. You are what you eat (though portion sizes can be a factor). Feed the right wolf. On mornings when I consume most of the New York Times, where I usually find helpful, entertaining, useful articles, I'm sometimes left with a burning in my stomach. (not from the two cups of black coffee I drank as I read) On a good day as I take the good with bad, I look at a troubling headline and, before reading, ask if I can change that. Starvation? I regularly contribute a modest amount to Oxfam. England deciding they can help Ukrainian refugees by sending them to Rawanda? (not a joke) Way above my paygrade. The Gatling Gun firing the steady volley of that sort of news only decreases my joy. As I've aged various health matters serve well enough to nip away at the Joy storehouse. I've heard this quip attributed to Mark Twain: "I'm an old man. In my life I've had many problems. Most of which never happened."
In my mind… there was a connection between Pollyanna and Calliope’s awareness that a positive focus has its benefits.😊
Ukrainian refugees to Rwanda you say! Aye! ‘Tis a rum ‘un.
I have become sensitive to my feelings… which I’m learning hold more sway over me — how I show up and function —than logic does. When something that raises negative feelings is outside the sphere of my influence (like news)… I drop it like a hot potato. I used to think a that was irresponsible, but I’ve let that thought go.
Serenity Prayer… Grant me the wisdom to know the difference between what I cannot change and what I can.
The wrinkled sheets have been put to good use! I drew and painted thank you images for those who sent flowers and prepared meals for me last week. 😊 #grateful
Thank you for sharing the article about Life is Good!
Their attitude of “What’s the possibility that this is?” likely saved their company. 👍🏻
Today I went to the grocery without a head scarf. A man stopped me to ask if I am a survivor, to which I simply replied, “Yes.” He went on to tell me about how his mom survived ovarian cancer. Later I saw him at the checkout with a broken bag of sugar that had left a white crystal trail in front of the registers. He handled it by being cheerful and helpful to his checker and bagger. Some roll and pivot with grace?
Kitchen sign: “At the end of the day, we are all human beans. And together, we will rice. Lettuce pray… ramen!” 😁
I think your watercolor is delightful, dear ladies, and worth any collateral damage! 💚
That is a great kitchen sign! People are so beautifully creative. I’d never have thought to put those ingredients together. My ancestral recipes are different.😉
I like how it turned out too! I’m going to create it again with pencil only. Perhaps there’s a place for it in the book. 😊
"Pollyanna" Always learning...
Pol·ly·an·na | ˌpälēˈanə |
noun
an excessively cheerful or optimistic person: what I am saying makes me sound like some aging Pollyanna who just wants to pretend that all is sweetness and light.
DERIVATIVES
Pollyannaish | -iSH | adjective
Pollyannaism | -ˌizəm | noun
ORIGIN
early 20th century: the name of the optimistic heroine created by Eleanor Hodgman Porter (1868–1920), American author of children's stories.
Try it! You might like it! 😃
Sorry, but I can't see any good in that?
Just home from a forest trail walk with Henrietta. I paid attention to fractals — trees, flowers… my circulating thoughts.
I wondered… If the micro and macro mirror each other, does one’s quality of life shift when we consciously guide our thoughts and environments toward positive experiences?
Is our “self” the micro which ripples out and up within the macro?
When I show up positive and accepting, does that affect those with whom I interact?
When I worked in kindergarten, there was a man who for a short time ran the lunch room. He overflowed with positive energy. Everyone’s mood was lightened as he cracked jokes, cajoled picky eaters, and hummed happy tunes.
I learned a lot from watching him and wondered why on earth a man of his caliber was running a grade school cafeteria. Maybe he was an angel?😇
Anyhow… it seems to me that when we put good stuff out, good stuff boomerangs back to us.
I just read somewhere — love is circular.
"You do not have to be good,
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting,
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves."
Mary Oliver Wild Geese.
Indeed!
It’s your thing… do whatcha wanna do.
😎
Such well needed positive thinking can come through the innocents of a child, even though an adult first said it. Love the picture.
I consider it part of my life’s mission to restore Pollyanna’s good name, and make it clear how brilliant the child was!
Quite a post! Lolligagging here on Labor Day, the effect was that of a batter about to swing at the pitcher's slider. The artistry and color choices of the flower and butterfly were pleasant to the eye. The sheets of soggy sketch paper? Just the thing I'm quite capable of doing. Recognizing ways to prevent that in the future? A good memory jog. Then the slider (Pollyanna) sweeping out of reach, out of my batting zone, brought a "What just happened?" sense to this post.
In a good way, of course. That exchange brought to mind the comment on which wolf we choose to feed. I believe there's an overabundance of negative occurrences to choose from, and Lincoln was spot on with his remark. Some mornings when I'm convinced I need to check the news, that's really a want, a choice. Some mornings I choose not to ingest the day's news. A now-departed good friend decided in his 70's to stop ingesting the news. His point was that there was little, if any, of the events that he could hope to change. He opted for Buddhist readings instead. The quiet mind.
Reap what you sow. You are what you eat (though portion sizes can be a factor). Feed the right wolf. On mornings when I consume most of the New York Times, where I usually find helpful, entertaining, useful articles, I'm sometimes left with a burning in my stomach. (not from the two cups of black coffee I drank as I read) On a good day as I take the good with bad, I look at a troubling headline and, before reading, ask if I can change that. Starvation? I regularly contribute a modest amount to Oxfam. England deciding they can help Ukrainian refugees by sending them to Rawanda? (not a joke) Way above my paygrade. The Gatling Gun firing the steady volley of that sort of news only decreases my joy. As I've aged various health matters serve well enough to nip away at the Joy storehouse. I've heard this quip attributed to Mark Twain: "I'm an old man. In my life I've had many problems. Most of which never happened."
In my mind… there was a connection between Pollyanna and Calliope’s awareness that a positive focus has its benefits.😊
Ukrainian refugees to Rwanda you say! Aye! ‘Tis a rum ‘un.
I have become sensitive to my feelings… which I’m learning hold more sway over me — how I show up and function —than logic does. When something that raises negative feelings is outside the sphere of my influence (like news)… I drop it like a hot potato. I used to think a that was irresponsible, but I’ve let that thought go.
Serenity Prayer… Grant me the wisdom to know the difference between what I cannot change and what I can.
How many times do we need to touch a hot stove? What if it’s just a little hot? 🤔
#Antics AND explanations!
Wonder is the beginning of everything. I wonder if water wrinkles might somehow create a texture that otherwise wouldn’t exist?
Ha! “Mistakes” and imagination lead to invention?
The wrinkled sheets have been put to good use! I drew and painted thank you images for those who sent flowers and prepared meals for me last week. 😊 #grateful
There’s so much about this reply I love!
I too am #Grateful… For You, Typist, The Girl’s, and THIS community!
Life is Good 😊
Now there was a simple idea that went a long way!
https://www.cnbc.com/amp/2021/05/04/life-is-good-almost-filed-bankruptcy-last-year-but-this-saved-it-ceo.html
You are never immune to market conditions though… or life for that matter as you have so bravely demonstrated! 😎
Thank you for sharing the article about Life is Good!
Their attitude of “What’s the possibility that this is?” likely saved their company. 👍🏻
Today I went to the grocery without a head scarf. A man stopped me to ask if I am a survivor, to which I simply replied, “Yes.” He went on to tell me about how his mom survived ovarian cancer. Later I saw him at the checkout with a broken bag of sugar that had left a white crystal trail in front of the registers. He handled it by being cheerful and helpful to his checker and bagger. Some roll and pivot with grace?