Uncomplicated Thoughts: Head Space

Make space for others by relocating your body.

Give space to others by opening your mind.

Get out of your own head.

Provide space, make space, celebrate another.

 

Haiku: Dove of Peace

Come sweet dove of peace

Let us seek your white pure peace

Spread your wings daily

Haiku poem by PamelaWLucas

 

Uncomplicated thoughts: Opinion sniffing

Sniff out opinions that carry fake news.

Golden thoughts about “Move-it-in and Move-it-out”

As a mature golden retriever I work each day on staying calm…but things that really upset me have to do with moving things around…you know like rearranging the furniture…putting things into boxes and suitcases…I just get a little worried.  Well, the biggest move is about to happen tomorrow in the White House…“The most frenzied American ritual you’ve never seen is called the “transfer of families,” a five-hour tsunami of activity that transforms President Obama’s home into President Trump’s.”

Kitchen prep in The White House
Kitchen prep in The White House

If I were there for this frantic…beat the clock move…I’d position my golden-self in the kitchen…no boxes…no relocating stuff…just folks cooking up a storm of food for the coming guests of the President…which opens up the possibility for crumbs…perhaps a scrap or two!?!  Peace…Paws Up!

 

Brodie shares about the “Big Rehearsal”

Who knew?  Stand-ins for the President Elect and the coming First Lady…stand-ins for VP Elect and his wife…practice…practice…practice walks down the steps of the US Capitol to the podium… to assigned seats…walking down Pennsylvania Avenue…waves to imaginary crowds…one big, huge dress rehearsal for the nation’s 58th Presidential Inaugural swearing-in and the Inaugural Parade.  This past Sunday was a dry-run… a stunning effort to address this immensely…monumental logistical, security, protocol, media coverage, crowd control quadrennial inaugural event.  As a golden who does not like to miss anything…here’s the schedule of events…Hail to the Chief!

Uncomplicated thoughts: America

So very proud.

The Ellipse at night
The Ellipse at night
Lincoln Memorial at night
Lincoln Memorial at night
Pennsylvania Avenue, the Inaugural Parade Route
Pennsylvania Avenue, the Inaugural Parade Route

Photographs by Facebook friend, Fe Caces.  Thank you Fe for sharing your talent.

 

Brodie streaks through the 2nd floor of the “House”

Well…if you wanted to… you could do the same!  Being honest… I virtually ran through the living quarters of the first family on the second floor of the White House…I’m just obsessed with the transition of power…and the move-in…move-out of the “House of the People”.  So, I ran through that second floor like a golden streak, sniffing every corner and checking for crumbs.  Don’t miss this slice of history that I dug up for you…as we approach the 58th Presidential Inaugural.

My favorite retriever…canine moments were on the “Grand Staircase”…when I was ripping and tearing…skittering on those marvelously carpeted marble steps…I was in awe of the impressive list of folks that have taken those stairs.  I took pause…ok… little golden humor :).

Brodie digs “Fireside Chats”

Ears up!.. how have past presidents of the United States chosen to communicate with their people? It’s an ever-changing process that evolved..Abe Lincoln (16) had an open door…people lined up outside of the White House and he spoke directly to them…there was no radio…no telephone…just face time and letters…a slow way…but yet effective.  Franklin Delano Roosevelt (32) communicated through weekly “Fireside Chat” broadcasts over home radios..television was coming and not everyone had a home phone… cell phones didn’t exist or e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and so on.  So, you gotta listen to FDR and one of his radio chats.  Thousands listened weekly each Sunday to FDR’s broadcast. Picture peeps huddled close to their radio…picture the family dog…ok and the family cat…all sitting in due reverence…carefully listening to each word of their president.  Makes me want to build a fire…a golden fire.

 

Haiku: Bird of Prey

Illusive and still

the owl survives through its strike

So mysterious

Haiku poem by PamelaWLucas 1/10/17