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JIM WARREN

Boogeyman

5/5/2022

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A while back on a night of the day of Ash Wednesday I met my Boogeyman. That night he was in the dream. He appeared on a flat sea at the horizon; at a distance, a tall hairy Ellipsoid rapidly walking on the water toward me with disturbed seagulls flying wildly in the background.  It looked initially like a tall hairy dog, and then a burro, and then a young Wilding! The eyes were glistening! He asked me if I was alone.
     My Boogeyman is actually my interior evil that manifests from time to time when I don't nourish the goodness and feel alone. Then, not only does the Boogeyman speak for me, but he also closes my ears and  and my eyes and opens my mouth  and posture, much like the Boogeyman of Dr. Jekyll  ( Mr. Hyde ).
     Jesus dealt with his Boogeyman three times in the wilderness by obedience to Goodness.  It does no good to believe that the interior Boogeyman is not there with me. He is always there.
        When I went to a silent retreat once on an Ash Wednesday I was assailed with a dream about my collection of sins: sins of Commission and Omission.  They came falling down from the sky like large raindrops with labels.  The recognition  of them is liberating in a setting that promotes goodness and forgiveness.
          When I was a little boy I always looked under my bed to make sure the Boogeyman was not there. He was never there, or anywhere else outside of me. Having now found him, it is possible to keep him more or less in check by suffering through the sins of omission and  commission and striving to nourish the goodness in preparation for Easter Day when my load and my cross is shouldered anew !

        
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Unbegone

3/24/2022

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I don't want to be like paint that never dries;

or a road that never ends.

 I don't want to await a sun that never sets;

or a road that never bends.

I don't want to leave debris behind;

that clutters up the space;

an end that's is clean is what I hope,

shutting the door without a trace.

I don't suppose it will happen.

We linger on.

Messy and indefinite our end.

The unbegone.




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Listen to your Garden---hidden dimensions

3/8/2022

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  In 2016 I wrote a book called  "Listen to Your Garden." Some one said to me that was an odd title that made no sense, so the following was my forward in the book that  I wrote to explain what I meant ,and I thought that  would save him and others time from reading the whole book and he could devote himself some where else.
    When I define listening to the garden it is not only hearing sounds , the sole responsibility of the auditory branch of the eighth cranial nerve ; it is sensing with all the seven senses that we are blessed with. This is the sort of listening that is much broader than hearing alone and tells us that we can be successful if we can combine these dimensions of our mind.
       There is little in the book to satisfy the gardener who requires a menu of useful information. I don't consider myself  an expert in gardening. There are plenty of professionals in horticulture whose knowledge and love of the subject is available. They could be Master Gardeners. They could be hired hands. Amazon listed 18,400 gardening titles available the day I looked so there is no shortage of expert instruction in gardening. There is probably no shortage referring to looking at the garden, but they didn't list any others that advocate listening to the garden that I could determine.
       One may legitimately ask " How can the garden help me grow ?" There could be much that will satisfy those who require understanding of a sort that fulfills Aristotle's observation. " Nature does nothing in vain. " I suppose that he could be inferring that our growth under Nature's tutelage will not be in vain. In the garden we live with inhabitants that are rooted,  some who scamper, and some who flutter. If we care we have to figure out what they need.  Since we are one with them all, we know they need what we need.
      If you think all this is a touch of madness you can read on to the 18,400 titles to show Mother Nature that you, not her,  are the boss. To listen, however, one needs all seven senses. I reveal the seven senses in the book if read carefully,  to gain the hidden dimensions.
       When Sir Thomas Browne, graduated from Medicine at Leiden in 1654, he wrote,  " thus there are two books from which I collect my divinity : besides that written one of God,  another of of His servant Nature, that universal and public manuscript that lies expansed unto the eyes of all. Those that never saw him in the One have discovered him in the Other ."
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The Power of One

2/27/2022

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a   Some time ago a woman in her mid-seventies was trapped between the elevator doors of a down town parkade.  The doors shut when she tripped as she was entering the elevator  and both legs and one arm was pinioned outside the elevator doors as it ran up four floors and then ran down again to ground level without opening.
      She was transferred to the Jubilee hospital emergency  "in extremis" . All the involved limbs were mutilated. I was working in the operating room at the time as it was my day. The general surgeon in emergency called up and asked if I could " make  room now " , and as I was finishing a case,  I would bump the next one along ,as this was urgent. We examined her in the operating room .   She  had multiply fractured  long bones in all three involved limbs, grossly shredded open wounds in all three limbs and filled with dirt and  ground up with grease.  She had a dangerous low blood pressure and a thready pulse but she was receiving fluid and transfusions and was conscious.
         Our team suddenly became two anaesthetists, two surgeons and three nurses. Nothing here was salvageable and an ill-informed attempt to do so would be certain death in the face of old kidneys. Immediate removal of irrretrievable sources of contaminated crush  products from entering the blood supply of the patient is life saving, She had immediate amputation of all the limbs proximal to the compound fractures and was transferred to the ICU by the anaesthetists.
         She never turned a hair and was out of the ICU in three days and was on the ward.  Shortly after that she was transferred to the Rehabilitation wing. Her husband and children were incredibly supportive during her stay.
         After her transfer to rehab I lost track of her. About a year or so later I was visiting my mother-in-law in a Personal Care Facility with the pianist and we were having lunch in the dining room. A beautiful woman in an electric wheel chair came over to me with her husband and thanked me for looking after her.  She was vibrant and her eyes sparkled.  She was all there !  Her life had resumed !
         Where does the power come from ?  Where is the Well that we can draw the strength from to continue to live a real life that is beyond simply existing ?  We didn't talk about faith that day but I saw serenity. The Well that we draw from may be beyond definition for some, or defined by the curious faithful , but whatever it is, it is real.









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February 04th, 2022

2/4/2022

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 Traveling swiftly through the forest darkling

 No broken branch,  no twig displaced

 No deep footprints in the wet,  no leaf displaced

 Silent and swift in unbroken movement

 Going somewhere in search of place to place

 Observing everything,  disturbing nothing

 Touching everything,  disturbing nothing

 Leaving silently,  spoiling nothing

 Known to You alone .


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Paraphernalia AKA  Stuff

1/23/2022

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  In the early morning hours, as I get up first, I sit in the kitchen in my wheeled walker and drink my coffee and my eyes always fall on the paraphernalia that sits on my small cupboard deck that has no theme ; or has it in fact a major theme? 
        First, The Amarylis was given as a Christmas gift from Ann,  our neighbor !  I haven't had one for years but my Dad always had two or three in the CN railway station office where we lived as well , to brighten up the wicket in the waiting room. I look at  the flower and am drawn again to think of him.
        Second,  The half empty bottle of red wine corked by Uncle Charlie,  the porcelain cork that resembles Joan's great uncle, and her favorite, who was a rascally physician in Regina in the 40's. I never knew him but she has wonderful stories about him and I wish I had known him and maybe I do already because I had some of that  attitude myself and am drawn to him.
          Thirdly,  The two little bronze frogs sitting on the ledge in postural differences are part of frog paraphernalia  lurking about the house that are icons in today's world much like the canary in the cage in the coal mine.  When I think they are cute,  they are certainly more than that. I used to keep green tree frogs in my greenhouse to eat bugs but stopped when I think of the world and I thought of John Lennon  and " whisper words of wisdom,  Let it be,  Let it be ."
             Fourthly,   The large Chinese urn was given as a prize to my father-in law who was a fine man and a dollar a year man during the second world war on the Canadian Ration Board.  That he let me marry his daughter 64 and a half years ago was fortunate for me then, and fortunate for me now, and it may just be stuff, and you may think this is "stuff and nonsense" but I think of him often as I look at it.
              Fiftley , The little book that is a compendium of British Columbia birds has given us some pleasure over the years but the birds don't care what they are called as long as they can survive. Today was a good day because the oregon juncos have returned in droves.  They are our winter birds and a welcome addition and I am going to reread my little book to stay familiar with them and their needs.
            Sixtly.   On the other side of the counter is a pile of sheets ,  pamphlets, little books all connected with cooking and all of recent use by she who does all the cooking of new things to try.  She has never been confined to cooking the same old stuff only but has never  avoided a challenge trying anew, a recipe, or changing a recipe by application of the general nature of cooking. Reminds me of Julia and Julie after a fashion !
           I think of her courage to try and try and  handle stuff over the many years.  
          What's it all about Alfie ?   
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The Fertile Mind

1/16/2022

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Harvesting from the soil over time without adding to it ends with depleting fertility and leaving it without muscle or synapse.  Soil,   like the mind,  needs regular feeding to reproduce the fertility it was blessed with.
       Good compost may be likened,  in one's life, to the fully digested product of one's past material experience.  With water,  air, heat,  and those harvested materials from the past, a fungal,  bacterial enzymatic biomass is created  which will raise the composted materials into the fertile dust of renewal. The renewal takes time ;  heat, the right enzymes, destruction of pathological bacteria, aeration. watering, catalytic admixture, and earthworms who will tell you that you are on the right track.
       Is  mediation of the infertile mind the same  and as simple as the addition of the carefully prepared compost pile to the soil? Maybe not, but I have to give it a shot,  at least as hard as I work out at the compost bin. It seems to me that remediation of the mind is equivalent to the remediation of the dirt and equally useful.  Then you can trust that the ruminant harvests that you have brought up from your past will be re-digested with care  and  with  luck your muscle, muse, synapses, and mental fertility will be fulfilled and stimulate new growth in your life.  It's really just chewing the cud.
        We aren't that different from compost.  Both of us are special.  We both came from dirt and to dirt we shall return.
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Nutrition in Days of Yore

1/3/2022

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A farting horse will never tire : a farting man is the man to hire !
    My pioneer family's homely refrain was a reflection of the met nutritional needs of the working class , and the assurance that things were in working order at a time of deprivation.  A hearty meal for both horse and man, eaten quickly, provided jet fuel for hard work.  Possibly the more publicly flatulent , either horse or man were what the jingle writer considered both unrestrained and therefore more " gung ho" in capability. Such an advantage in a hired man should be considered.
       The volume  of intestinal gas is increased with a high carbohydrate diet as would be expected in pioneer days. Moreover the  "poor man's food " of Brassicaceae and beans would have further contributed to this gas.  There is, when investigated, a high correlation of intestinal gas and caloric intake.  Mean total volume of intestinal gas produced in a day in a healthy adult averages 705 ml. and this includes both bolus gas  (swallowed air),  and gas from colonic fermentation. Bolus gas would be increased considerably in the  trencherman.  The speed with which the trencherman " fueled up " on these foods increased the air swallowing,  somewhat therefore reduced the percentage of colonic fermentation gas,  and made the emissions more fragrant.
        The daily and nightly  rate of emission of flatus was variable but enhanced  by heavy ploughing  and digging, as the horse and man toiled in the soil in those pioneer days, Photos of of pioneer days often reveal a sturdy obesity in the hired man that bespeaks strength and serves as a base of reserve  when horse and man enter stages 6 and 7 which leave one atrophied.  *   Obesity sort of getting a head start in life's race. Low carbohydrate diets  associated with high fibre  meals reduce flatulence considerably but at the expense of energy;  not desirable in the case of a hired man.
           There was little or no mechanization in the farm on those days,  One couldn't work to advantage on the farm without the hired man and the horse,  both running on all cylinders. It's just no surprise the horse and man lived in their own quarters, apart from the rest.

          * As  You Like It  Act 2 Scene 7
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Aging ( AKA)  Fibrous Creep

12/18/2021

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A boiling fowl is tough because of fibrous creep.  Some might say of the elderly eclectic gentleman , "He is a tough old bird."  Some one, incidentally,  and anatomically, is righter than they know.  I hope no one says of the gentleman, he is a fibrous creep !  We are all subject to this phenomenon of creep as we  become analogous to  our boiling cousin, the old rooster. 
      Muscle fibers, which have no real capacity to regenerate are crept among and replaced by fibrous strings of collagen, replacing over a lifetime both voluntary, involuntary and cardiac muscle fibers.  Healthy fat cells providing energy storage,  heat and insulation are emptied of their contents by Father Time and move to fibrous tissue replacement with the loss of fat and its function.  Bones and joints become brittle with  loss of mineral and relative increase in fibrous tissue replacing bone and cartilage. Toughened fibrous tissue surrounds the joints and the loss of resilience limits the range of motion.  Gravity flattens the feet which become longer and wider and the fibers around the joints stretch and hurt.
       If one takes a Petri dish and a batch of primitive undifferentiated mesenchymal cells and subjects the cells to varying oxygen tension and altered motion applications these cells have the capacity to metamorphose to differentiated cells.  In the case of the young they differentiate into fibroblasts, osteoblasts and chondroblasts.  the precursors of  fibrous tissue , bone or cartilage.  This elegant system when operating in the prime of life with mesenchymal cells in optimum environment,  perform in balance.  If the human mileau is changed to low oxygen tension and low motion,  over time the homeostatic state of the old,  excess fibrosis ensues.
        This is the hour- glass at work that spells the demise of the capacity of the magnificent primitive mesenchyme to differentiate selectively.  These cells form the framework for our body. The change is gradual and relentless as fibrous creep invades the spaces in the vital organ cells as well as the timbers that house  and protect them.
        Paradoxically, we become both tough and feeble;  tough and yet often more tender.  Succulent chickens and young Turks :  in time all become like boiling fowl !

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Eureka;  I Think

12/2/2021

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Whenever the heart gives me a little epiphany and I feel eureka, the head often  says, "Better think about that again."  That's the problem of being human. Cognitive dissonance always giving trouble.
      It's early December now and for years the pianist played the piano at Christmas time with the family clustered around, violin and guitar and mandolin, singing the carols and hymns and bringing gifts. The carol, We Three Kings, has verses for our clustered individuals to easily sing and since only a few of the family sings well there is a comedic and awkward character to some of the singers , but it is fun!
         The lyrics of the hymn are well known and the gifts the Magi bring to the Holy Child are really tokens rather than gifts, prefiguring those travelers belief in the nature of the person for whom they have come.  Gold for the king, frankincense for the priest, myrrh for the sacrifice. Symbols     that are their recognition of what is to come.  The hymn leaves no room for doubt among Christians and it is a favorite subject as a pastiche of Matthew's account.
         T.S.Eliot's  poem,  "Journey of the Magi"  is deliberately incomplete and like all good poems leaves room for us. The one of the three  who is the narrator of the poem was alone then,  reflecting on his journey and his epiphany which seems to me,  Eureka, I think . He notes , It wasn't easy and it wasn't sure and there was  doubt." The epiphany for him was , and was not, a long time coming,  The poem stirs the soul because it reflects a thoroughly human person who has to grapple with the same uncertainties that  I and many others do..
         The narrator of the poem  has now the gift of distance and time to arrive at the paradox that out of death can come life   Eliot's creation tells,  and all of us need,  distance and time to arrive at what we arrive at. Someone said to me,  "I don't understand what you mean by that last sentence,  " life out of death "  It doesn't make any sense ."
          I sid , " Read the poem again .   I'm not going to tell you what I think it means.  It's not my job .  You are not a stupid man so you will have your own ideas and they are as good as mine, though you and I will never be as poetic as Eliot ! And we will never have to ride a thousand miles in the middle of winter on a camel to find out either . "

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