Author: Lynn Dorman, Ph.D.

  • Tis The Last Day Of April

    Tis The Last Day Of April

    OK, it is the last day of April but you know what? I still have to say that old rhyme to remember whether April has 30 or 31 days.

    How many of you still have to say: 30 days hath September, April, June, and November?

    But getting back to April. I am always reminded of the T.S. Eliot poem, the wasteland and the first paragraph of it.

    “April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringdull roots with spring rain.”

     T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

    As one with a PhD in psychology, I know that suicide starts spiking in April. They go on rising through the rest of spring and into summer. Spring is a more suicide prone time of year than winter. One would think that the bleakness of winter would lead to more suicides, but it is spring that is the time of year when people commit suicide. I’m not going into all of that here. I’ve spent many years talking and giving workshops on suicide and suicide prevention. But it does peak now, and it’s something to be aware of. That could possibly be what Elliot is referring to as the cruelest month  – but it doesn’t have to be cruel.

    Spring is a beautiful time of year in the northern hemisphere. It’s when things start to bloom, colors start to appear. Birds are welcomed back – singing their joyful songs and building their nests.

    Above is one kind of allium I planted last fall; there are several around my garden. The second kind has not fully opened. It is also purple – why, you might ask? Those are the two varieties that Costco had when I was there last Fall.

    Above is an enlargement of a cardinal that I had been hearing and it finally sat still long enough for me to take a photograph. It was further away, so I enlarged just the portion of the picture where you can see the cardinal. They are very easy bird to spot because the male is bright red.

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    But given it is the last day of April, I thought I would reflect back on this month. It started with my being engaged in a blog challenge to post every day, full well knowing I would not meet that challenge. [I do know my own history.]

    But in getting prompts every day, I did start re-working on some projects that had already been half completed. It’s a very good thing for me.

    Anything that gets me back to stuff that I haven’t finished in the past is good. 

    I also learned that I have to get better at writing faster. I was there at one point but because I got away from it, it was those use it or lose things, and I need to get back to writing and finishing blog posts more quickly. Which means that I have to reset my templates and get my head back into the blog post writing, or article writing, or short form writing. That again is a good thing and it will happen in May.

    The biggest and best takeaway from April came as a major thought yesterday while attending some very relevant online business sessions. That  I even sat through all the sessions that I sat through was remarkable because I have been so not into the business aspect of life these days.

    A few of the concepts hit me smack in the head – and sometimes it takes a real smack in the head to make me realize what I should be doing, so I’m going to do it.

    And I decided to give myself an award for my April inspirations – because why not?

  • Paul Revere, Patriots Day, and Marathons: some history and thoughts

    Paul Revere, Patriots Day, and Marathons: some history and thoughts

    man wearing cap statue

    Paul Revere’s Ride

    By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear

    Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,

    On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;

    Hardly a man is now aliveWho remembers that famous day and year.

    When I was a kid, I learned this poem. Then as an adult, I moved to Boston, and there was a time when the 18th of April was officially Patriots Day – now it’s the Monday following. And the Boston Marathon was usually the day after Patriots Day and now it’s also on the Monday following. [One of my soapboxes is that we’ve moved every holiday to a Monday, but I’m not getting into that here.]

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    One of my friends owned horses and stabled them in Lexington. I often went riding with her and one day we were being silly, took off, and rode to Concord, yelling “the British are coming” as we ran the horses from Lexington to Concord. We had fun, and all the tourists that we came across laughed.

    I also watched the Boston Marathon just about every year since I often had friends running in it. If you know the marathon, we stationed ourselves near Heartbreak Hill and cheered everyone on.

    Now, here we are – 250 years after THAT famous day – facing similar situations as those Bostonians and others faced. I was reminded of the 250 years because, as Longfellow said people don’t remember the date and year. But I subscribe to several substacks and one that I read have read for a while now is Heather Cox Richardson, and I just want you to read her post and think about it.

    Heather Cox Richardson Letters from an American [click on her name] – she is an historian and an excellent writer – her take on this historic date is a thoughtful read……..

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  • The Wind and I

    The Wind and I

    I love windy days – and poems about wind.

    Right now it’s really good kite weather, but I live in an area with a lot of trees, so I know what would happen immediately if I launched a kite – instead, I watch the trees and last Fall’s leaves blow around. 

    And listen to the wind while it blows my hair around my face.

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    When I was a kid, I loved poetry. I read it and even wrote poems – as well as books, plays, etc. Yea – I’ve always been into words.

    A book I had as a child was poetry by Robert Lewis Stevenson, one of which was about the wind.  I had forgotten about it until one of Paul’s prompts and had to go look it up – once I started reading it, I remembered most of the words. 

    I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies’ skirts across the grass– O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all– O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

    Robert Lewis Stevenson 

    I do admit, though, as I have gotten older, days of bitter cold winter winds have gotten to be a bit too much. Maybe if I had stayed in some of the colder regions I lived in, I would’ve gotten used to it, but I’ve moved around and gotten away from the cold climes. And for the past almost 30 years, I have lived in very windy areas – and do sort of get tired of the wind, as does my dog. We often prefer to stay inside and listen to it. But if it’s warm and sunny as opposed to cloudy, damp, and cool, we’ll go out and play in the wind. For her, it makes ball and frisbee catching more exciting. 

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