August 2018 News Round-Up — Rosemary Cottage Clinic Blog

Cheese and Meat get the thumbs up in new studies; Batman shows coconut oil is not poison; High-fat diets benefit cancer treatment; Plus this month’s funnies 😛

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Mirror, mirror…

 

“Mirror is my best friend, because when I cry, it never laughs.”  – Sir Charles Chaplin 

“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.”               – Camille Pissarro

If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies how very different our ideals of beauty would be.”                   – author unknown

“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.”
-Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

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Mirror, Mirror

I embark on a journey

To find out just who is this person

Buried inside my eyelids

The one who lurks in front of the bathroom mirror

As I blow-dry my hair each morning

She mimics my movements

While I brush my teeth and short reddish hair

Thank you Clariol

Or is she mocking me?

We share a wardrobe

It is debatable whom the clothes fit better

I prefer to think the mirror is the one

Telling the tall tales

A mirror should never be believed

If it were kinder

Perhaps I wouldn’t avoid its glare

*

Bisous,

Léa

Tueur orage

“She’s sociopathic. She will have no moral compunction in doing whatever is in her interests. It’s a simple as that.”   – Alexander McCall Smith, The Sunday Philosophy Club

 

 *

 

Tueur orage

Yes!

I must say it in French

The words more

Menacing than storm

Killer works either way

She was the darkest of

Une tornade – invisible or hovering

Fierce – ready to strike

Panther-esque

Orage – filled with rage

Her tiny frame

Violent, destructive

Wrecking havoc on

Lives of anyone who

Dared enter her periphery

Eyes of an eagle, tracking

Movements of her prey

Strikes – random,

Frequent, demoralizing

Slicing each victim to

Bone – carcass gleaned

Yet careful to conceal

Her handiwork – life in a

Minefield – can anyone

Call this living?

Husband dies young

She cannot harm him again

Destruction – annihilating

Narcissistic sociopaths – a

Darkness light cannot penetrate

*

Bisous,

Léa

When the eagle lands: Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

“History with all her volumes vast, hath but one page.”   – Lord Byron

 

“Is it only in the army in the Philippines that Americans sometimes commit deeds that cause all other Americans to regret?” – Theodore Roosevelt

 

“As long as the world shall last there will be wrongs, and if no man objected and no man rebelled, those wrongs would last forever.” – Clarence Darrow

 

Da Nang March 2002
Da Nang March 2002

 

When the eagle lands: Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

 

Despite luggage filled

With packages of raisins

Jars of peanut butter

And other edibles as

Directed by Huyen

I felt as the guest who

Shows up for the feast

Empty handed – on arrival

In Da Nang

Despite numerous trips to

Tijuana in my youth

This traveler was not

Prepared for the depth

Of poverty – starvation,

Suffering at every turn

It was easy to spot

Hidden behind toothless grins

The kind gentle hands

Welcoming this foreigner

Whose generous form was

Warmly and securely enveloped in

Skeletal arms – for those still able

Fragile, contorted bodies in

Wheel chairs or makeshift

Gurneys – smile with what is

Left to them – perhaps the light

Radiating from their eyes

Their parents exposed to

Agent orange – a gift

In their own best interest

Bestowed by America,

Monsanto and Dow Chemical

The same Monsanto producing

Between 70% – 100% of all

Genetically Modified seeds

Declare war on life itself

Flashbacks of mutilated bodies

Float into my periphery

As the chemical giants

Tally ill gotten gains – where

Will they strike next?

MARS, GENERAL MILLS,

KRAFT, NESTLE, PEPSICO,

KELLOGG’S, COCA COLA

UNILEVER – make up to

90% of food at your

Neighborhood grocery retailer

Under the auspices of your

Elected officials – whose pockets

Deeply lined from corporate coffers

Sociopath ideology; no empathy, no remorse, no guilt, no shame

The masses complain and complain

Yet fail to alter consumptive practices

One month, we walked the streets

Of Da Nang – handing out sacks of

Rice and other foodstuff

Twelve years later

Yet I still feel like screaming

Alone into my pillow

“Out, damned spot! Out, I say

*

Peace

Léa

Extreme

“I don’t see myself as beautiful, because I can see a lot of flaws. People have really odd opinions. They tell me I’m skinny, as if that’s supposed to make me happy.”   Angelina Jolie

 

Extreme

 

 

I’ve often heard

There is no such thing

As too thin

Yet I wonder

Seeing that woman in

The café this morning

Skin stretched tautly

Across a fragile frame

Excruciating exposé

Threatening to shatter

Cheekbones, eye sockets

She turns, tries to

Smile – even the lips

Have no curves

Mediterranean blue eyes

Flicker with a smile

Longing to escape

 

*

 

Bisous,

 

Léa

Impudence to the nth degree

Instead of the usual quote, I give you a list to ponder – Invisible Disabilities:

Back Injury, Brain Injury, Chronic Illness, Chronic Pain, Heart Condition, Muscular Disorders, Neurological Disorders, Seizure Disorders, Spinal Disorders, Bone Disorders, Chronic Injuries, Organ Transplant, Oxygen Impairment, Difficult Pregnancy, Prosthetic, Surgery and several others.

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Impudence to the nth degree (For Carly Jay and too many others)

*

Pulling into the parking lot

Of the local market

Rushed as oft happens

A young woman parked

A spot reserved for handicapped

 *

Indignant you drive in to another spot

Why must you; hipper, prettier, older

Hurried and harried walk so far?

I wouldn’t – who does she think she is?

A spot reserved for handicapped

 *

We cannot see her scars

There are no signs alerting us

To the fragile lungs

The crazy quilt torso

A spot reserved for handicapped

 *

Self-righteousness and indignation

Spill over when you glance her way

Usually smiling – a grimace shoots

Her way, your eyes like arrows

To that spot reserved for handicap

 *

Assuming can handicap

Well hidden – discrimination

On the shaky grounds of assumption

Aggression, exclusion are the daggers

Targeting those with invisible handicap

 *

Many disabilities remain shrouded

Independence a fragile line

That spot is reserved for handicap

 *

Bisous,

Léa

La pomme

“It is remarkable how closely the history of the apple is connected with that of man.”   –  Henry David Thoreau

“With an apple I will astonish Paris.”   –  Paul Cèzanne

“And there never was an apple, in Adam’s opinion, that wasn’t worth the trouble you got into for eating it.”   – Neil Gaiman

 

*** 

La pomme

Being the

Brains in

Le jardin

Eve picked

La pomme

Hunger can

Do that to a

Woman

Being that there

Was no health care

Available

She took care of

Herself

Leaving

Adam

To his violent

Abattage

des oiseaux,

Cerf

And all that was

Wild and free

L’ homme

Blâme

Ève

Pourtant le

Sang est sur

Ses mains

Et la femme

Est un avec

La nature

***

Bisous,

Léa

Wounded

“Parents wonder why the streams are bitter, when they themselves have poisoned the fountain.” – John Locke

“There can be no keener revelation of a society’s soul than the way in which it treats its children.” – Nelson Mandela

“A person’s a person, no matter how small.” – Dr. Seuss

Wounded

The tiny blonde woman wails like a banshee

Invoking her curse that I not see my children again

Since the Courts ruled she can’t see her children again

Says she will take me out like Rambo

Court orders sever familial ties

As Reunification services are terminated

A three-year-old boy

Whose name she doesn’t remember “You know, the one I hit.”

And social workers are left to assess detriment

For future visits with this parent

There will be no contact

And Jeffery learns he doesn’t have to hide

Each time he hears footsteps

Doesn’t cower at the knock on the door

The door is not after him It won’t slam him down

As when momma calls from the other side

His vocabulary multiplies each day

His now chubby freckled cheeks widen

As a grin spreads across his face

He runs to the waiting arms of his foster mother

Learning to trust – there are no tricks here

No fist hidden behind her back

Waiting to strike out

Like the eerie hissing of the snake

Whose incantations are lifted from my voice mail

Voice printing

As the sheriff’s department collects evidence

My office building covered with her picture

Covered with warnings – Do not approach

Report sightings immediately

She says that it is her daughter that she loves

The one with the heart condition … her name is Brittany

Does she remember?

Does she remember the names of any of the others?

Six others – each who have different homes

In different states across the country

Altered states

Is time healing their wounds? Do the scars show?

The deepest ones rarely do

Thousands of miles from here

Other social workers are dealing with scars

From the tiny blonde woman

Who wails like a banshee

On my voice mail

In their nightmares

In the quiet of my room

Late at night

Back at the office

I hesitate Before answering the phone

At work they tell me to be careful

“Watch your back” “get an escort to your car”

Reassurance that law enforcement is looking

For the tiny blonde woman

Is obtaining a warrant

They lie in wait for her

As she lie in wait for Jeffery

On the other side of the door

As she lies in wait for me

Wailing

This wounded animal

Lies in wait

Waiting to strike

And I wonder about the animal

That wailed lying in wait for her

Ripping its claws deep inside

Shredding her mind, her soul

Wounded, wailing

The tiny blonde woman

Wails and

Waits

Bisous,

Léa