MOVING ON.....2024

A Note From The Author: Jacqueline E. Hughes

I am so happy to welcome in the new year, 2024!!! My Blog is changing-up a bit....mainly because I am evolving. Travel will always take precedence in my life and, my journeys will be shared with you. This 2024 version will offer a variety of new stories and personal ideas, as well. This is all about having fun and enjoying this Beautiful Journey called......Life!!!

Thursday, December 17, 2015

EMBRACING THE SIMPLICITY OF WISDOM


A series of essays.....

PRESENTS ALL WRAPPED AND READY TO GO


.....as seen through my eyes!



By: Jacqueline E. Hughes



The colorful rolls of paper and spools of gossamer ribbon are back in storage boxes and up on the highest shelves once again. All is wrapped; temptation eliminated. The eyes of the young children will soon focus on the shape and configuration of the presents beneath the tree with a child's imagination of bespoken treasures and youthful desires. The adults will imagine the allusive hopes conjured up so long ago; reestablished wishes now witnessed by the presence of their own children anxiously awaiting their turn to open a beribboned prize.

With age, wisdom pours through us like lifeblood and allows us to distinguish and better understand the bright light at the end of the long passageway......believe me, I know. The 'age' part I know only too well. It's quite simple and, awkwardly, way too obvious at times. Without attending to the gory details, let's just say that the body begins to take on a life separate from the one your mind has contentedly lived with for so many years. The term 'high maintenance' resolves into a very personal interpretation and we contend with these physical changes, on an individual basis, in the best way we can.

Wisdom is defined by the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment. For me, the culmination of wisdom can be summed-up by just one word: Simplicity! What a beautiful word 'simplicity' is. The absence of complications; straightforwardness; clean lines; effortlessness; clarity of expression; lack of pretense.......you decide. You choose. All of the above for me, please!



A few years back I became intrigued by a tradition that I've since learned began in Scotland some time ago. It's called the 'Honesty
LITTLE FREE LIBRARY
Picture Courtesy of Ladyfleur
Box' and is based on the honor system. An honesty box, as defined by Wikipedia, is a method of charging for a service or a product by relying upon each visitor (customer) paying at a box using the honor system. I have personally seen such boxes used in the rural areas of  North Carolina where the low number of customers, along with the low quantity and/or value of the products on offer, means that an attendant would not bring a positive return on investment. Many were domestically run operations where attendance was not feasible such as selling homemade jams or fresh vegetables along the roadside. While taking advantage of this system, I could picture a farm wife in the kitchen stirring a batch of fruity confection while her husband was tilling the soil of their small, mountain field. 



HOMEMADE JAM FOR SALE
HONESTY CHAIR

Let's be honest, this system today would never fly here in Orlando or even in Edinburgh, Scotland. I do take comfort in the fact that some camping sites, small, municipal parking areas, and tiny, hutch-like libraries offering the exchange of one used book for an alternate one, for the delight of all, do exist throughout the world. I've seen them and have taken advantage of them all, at one time or another. In each case, honesty is the connection, a simple act of fairness and respect towards those who have worked so hard to provide others with the simple pleasures this life has to offer.

Downsizing, taking into consideration that having less can give you more in terms of freedom and happiness, is a concept that has been gaining momentum throughout the world. Wisely, we humans are beginning to understand that possessing more and more 'stuff' can be a burden, may cause needless anxiety, and can take the focus away from the core of family life and activities.



COLORFUL TINY HOMES

Tiny living, small homes and apartments, and taking advantage of a simple, uncluttered lifestyle is like having a self-help book unfold before your very eyes! Cable television channels such as HGTV (Home and Garden Television) and FYI Network have illustrated the wisdom of downsizing in programs entitled "Tiny House Hunters," "Tiny House Builders," and "Tiny House Nation," with  catch phrases like, "Living large in small places," and "Tips for living in small spaces." Personally, I think that many New York City residents could have written the book about 'living small' and 'downsizing successfully' years ago! 

The simple truth is, possessing an abundance of 'stuff' in this lifetime may not always equate to being happy and content. Having been empty nesters now for many years, Dan and I have often asked ourselves what it would take to be truly happy in a world that is far from being in a state of peaceful happiness itself. And, with the next phase of our lives labeled 'retirement' looming closer and closer, we've taken into consideration what the term happiness means to us and how to go about achieving it.

Every time we would add-up each column, the sum total would inevitably be.....Family!

MY FIVE SWEET AND ADORABLE FACES ~ FAMILY

Amos Bronson Alcott, an American educator and man of wisdom,
born in 1799 and died in 1888, once stated that, "Our notion of the perfect society embraces the family as its center and ornament, and this paradise is not secure until children appear to animate and complete the picture." In addition to our own children and their spouses, we are fairly certain that the 'ornaments' that animate our family circle are those five, adorable faces that greet us with smiles of joy and love in their hearts each time we see them. Nothing is better than small, outstretched arms waiting to embrace you; small, soft lips puckering in preparation for a kiss. 

With the anticipation of living a more straightforward and less complicated lifestyle as we grow older, Dan and I have purchased our 'Little Yellow Cottage' in Kalamazoo, Michigan, which is conveniently located between daughter number one and daughter number two. Our Hazel Avenue retreat is already providing us with the pleasure of remodeling in order to make it our own, and will, eventually, serve as where we 'hang our hat' for most of the year. If all goes well, the rest of the time will be spent traveling as often as possible and writing in full detail about each journey we take. I am always prepared and excited  to be able to do that!


Built in 1941, Hazel Avenue is a pre-war cottage home that's filled with spunk and charisma. It embodies the simplicity of downsizing with the beauty of original hardwood floors, plaster molding, a wood burning fireplace, and an actual basement below it all! So far, in nearly twenty years of Floridian living, we have never taken for granted or underestimated the importance of having a basement in a home.

HAZEL AVENUE CLOAKED IN SNOW

Even though our little cottage remains a constant 'work in progress,' we have already experienced the joy of having neighbors who actually care about having you live in the neighborhood. We've been invited to block parties, musical functions within the greater Kalamazoo area, and have already been included in the annual Christmas activities this  season. We've been greeted at our front door by smiling faces providing warm introductions while offering 'Welcome Gifts' and any assistance we might need to make our move-in easier. It's almost as though Hazel Avenue has welcomed us back into time, returned us to her own 'glory days' in a slower, happier, more caring time in our nation's history.     

As each month progresses, Dan and I learn more and more about the amazing and talented individuals who live in our new neighborhood. They include college professors, a sculptor, a language professor, several published authors, and right next door, Ginny and Barclay who will, at some point in time, teach my sweet husband how to play the bodhran (Irish drum) he purchased in Ireland years ago.

We anticipate a rather busy, yet fulfilled and exciting life to come surrounded by family and friends, both old and new. Our life may not always be effortless.....after all, anything worth having and doing well requires a certain amount of effort to achieve. But, I do promise to embrace the simplicity of wisdom that has guided me so far along this incredible journey called life and served to protect me from the "Boogie Man," as well as the many rough patches I've encountered along the way. I will always welcome fresh ideas, new faces, and the opinions of others because I will never be too old to learn new things or value the wisdom of others around me.

So, in the spirit of the Christmas Season, 2015, our hearts are open and ready to be filled with, as well as share with everyone, all of the joy, warmth, and copious amounts of love this Holiday has to offer! What a simply wonderful time of the year!

I leave you with the profound words of T. S. Eliot (1888-1965), American-English poet and playwright, that sum up the idea of Family for me this season:

"Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree."


Copyright © 2015 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved

Thursday, December 10, 2015

THE GAME OF POWER IS BRINGING ME DOWN



A series of essays.....



HAVING FUN IN THE MICHIGAN SNOW



.....as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E. Hughes



Having had Santa, seemingly, throw-up in our guest bedroom over the weekend.....you might assume that the 'Christmas Spirit' would be washing down all over me at this time of the year. Unfortunately, you would be wrong.

During my recent stay in Michigan, I listened, intently, to all of our grandchildren, made a long list and have been checking it twice, even three times over, since returning to Florida! And yet, the invigorating vibes of a passionate Holiday Season are ignoring me and shooting past my personal radar. Like the small bat we recently found living in the attic space of our 'little yellow cottage' in Michigan, I am hanging upside-down from an ancient rafter in order to avoid the hostile world beyond the confines of this small, insulated, and relatively unoccupied room.

Grateful for the diversion of the epic MSU/Iowa football match-up we watched this past Saturday evening that, justifiably, awarded Michigan State the Big Ten Championship and placed MSU in the number three spot in the nation.....Go Green....., it felt good to tuck things in the back of my mind for a few hours. Just so you know, Coach Saban of the University of Alabama, you may rue the day that you hired Mark Dantonio on the football staff at MSU back in 1995! I assure you that all MSU alumni and fans appreciate your business acumen in this regard.


BEYOND THE PICTURE WINDOW

Sitting at lunch last week with my twins, Brendan and Kerrington, together we watched airy, white snowflakes generously coat the Michigan landscape beyond the picture window. A delicate, white baby's blanket of powdery ice crystals should have done the trick and welcomed in this glorious season of magic and joy. Snap! The snow melted as swiftly as it had arrived and my 'flagrant funk' burned as bright as ever. 

What is wrong?  I feel as if I'm living within a '60's animated Christmas film where the Abominable Snowmonster has knocked me unconscious and no one is able to rescue me. Has the spirit of one of my Russian ancestors resurrected the 1913 silent film "The Night Before Christmas," by Wladyslaw Starewicz and based on the tale by Nikolai Gogol, and cast me in the starring role of evil-doer with malicious intent? A strange, frightening, yet most interesting film, nonetheless. No thank you, great, great uncle Boris! This is one gig I don't wish to accept!

Grandchildren, Michigan snow showers, Christmas shopping.....and my melancholy erupts in sadness and gloom. What will it take to awaken the sleeping 'Goodness' that represents this holy and beautiful time of the year? If I believe in this goodness so deeply, why hasn't it been enough to pull me through the funk and swaddle me in its warmth and joy? 

Following the parameters of a fast-paced, technological agenda, we are all acutely aware of the fragility of our world. Cameras and cell phones have ignited the "as it's happening" aspect of our lifestyles and spawned instant feedback from those of us who consciously follow what is happening in the world around us. If CNN isn't your thing, then you might be aligned with social media a good portion of the day. One way or another, it would be difficult today not to be aware of major events within moments of them occurring in real time.

Common sense, rhyme or reason.....call it what you will and then toss it out of the window!! The conscience and logical explanation for what is happening between human beings all over the world is the unconscionable conduct of lost souls who have devalued the importance of life whether it be that of their own or of those around them.

Each and every one of us is caught in the middle of this desperate game of power, whether we want to acknowledge it or not. If we understand that our spirit is interconnected with all others around us, our brothers and sisters in Paris, San Bernardino, Syria, Boston, Lebanon, or Sandy Hook, Connecticut, they become more real to us.....their circumstances more personal and humbling.

In the words of the 1990's band, FireHouse: "So, why are you always bringing me down?"

I do take things quite personally. I believe that what affects someone living in Erekta, a remote village of Papua, New Guinea, can and will effect a change in all of us one day. Our Earth has grown more fragile, this is certain, and she has shrunk in size, as well. Through the power of communication, in all of its amazing forms, we have watched the spaces between lands, their people and cultures, minimize on a daily basis. Therefore, we've become closer and more aware of places and the people around us even if, logistically, we remain miles apart. I think of it as Evolution at its finest!

The website, Behind the Name, tells me that Ebenezer means "stone of help" in Hebrew and was the name of a monument erected by Samuel in the Old Testament. In 1843, Charles Dickens used it for the miserly character, Ebenezer Scrooge, in his novel 'The Christmas Carol.' I haven't gone all 'Bah Humbug' on anyone....yet. And, I would never show disdain during the Christmas season toward its religious aspects, as well as the inevitable commercial ramifications! There is way too much at stake here.

Silently, ahhh, silently, my heart aches. Finally, I am beginning to understand what is altering my passion this holiday season. I don't like what I see. And, I don't, exactly, know how to change it to make it better.

Bonobos. Bonobos are peace loving primates who live in the Democratic Republic of the Congo located in central Africa. According to the Bonobo Conservation Initiative, these magnificent apes share more than ninety-eight percent of our DNA and are complex beings with profound intelligence and emotional expression and sensitivity. Watching Anderson Cooper interact with the bonobos on 60 Minutes this past Sunday, it was easy to fall in love with them.

"This female-dominated culture of chimpanzees is peaceful and more egalitarian. Sex transcends reproduction, as it does in human society, and serves to promote bonding, reduce tensions, and share pleasure. Because of their caring and compassion, bonobos serve as a powerful symbol of peace and cooperation." We have much to learn about them.

Many of us are familiar with the anti-war slogan associated with the American counterculture of the 1960's.....'Make love, not war.' This nickname has been applied to the docile and diplomatic bonobos in reference to their social and sexual relationships. Can we humans consider incorporating their generally peaceful and cooperative society that is based on a highly complex social system into our own society and learn to elevate LOVE to the highest degree? It appears that the bonobos have much to teach us about ourselves.

By writing about the possibility of societal change for the better and believing that for each 'wrong' there is a 'right' and that good and evil can coexist without the constant threat of human annihilation, maybe I can salvage some semblance of peace and calm this season. Thinking about the loving bonobos, I will better appreciate the intricate snowflake pattern as it melts upon my grandchild's cheek. The selection of paper and ribbon for each present I wrap will make me smile. Understanding the Christian symbolism of the Nativity above and beyond its artistic representation of the circumstances of the birth of Jesus Christ, will fill me with great joy.

And, that's it.....there is HOPE. There will always be HOPE. As long as there are good, loving people walking upon this fertile land, there will always be the feeling that something desired so greatly will inevitably happen.

We must never give up on the HOPE of a better world.


Copyright © 2015 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
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Photograph Copyright © 2015 by Jacqueline E. Hughes

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"The devil's been so busy lately,
Even God must get the blues."

                        ~~~~Jo Dee Messina