My Life in Words
First off, I have to tell you, last Wednesday, April 17, exactly one month before my book, The Frog’s Song, will be released I received three complimentary copies in the mail.
Oh Joy! I love the cover, I was afraid I wouldn’t like it, for it was a surprise from my Publishing House. Bless Jaynie, she’s the best. (Regal Publishing—the house that Jaynie built.) I know that people like to buy Kindle versions, I do too, but this cover’s so pretty you just have to feel it—like silk. And the background is chalkboard black.
It’s a small book, only 120 pages, but big enough to have the title printed on the spine.
(I think we ought to have a blank journal to go along with the printed book, use the same artwork, but put “Journal” instead of the title. I don’t know, though, if I can convince the publishing house to print them.)
Now I’m afraid to open the cover and read what’s inside. Yep, I wrote it, but what if I don’t like it anymore? You know how things are, like the printed page, or houses after they have sat for awhile begin to look frayed. With writing, gremlins sneak in during the night.
The Frog’s Song has croaked his heartfelt best, now there’s no looking back. It’s been ten years in the making—cast of—well, eight, including two dogs and two cats.
https://thefrogssong.com focuses on the book, but I will also keep a blog going there, for if anyone buys the book--they better or I’ll get dumped by my publisher--I want to support my readers, and add content to the site, like maybe outtakes or I’m tempted to write the rest of the story, like the day we left Hawaii. I thought it was funny, and pertinent to the experience, a little drama, although not so much fun in life, is great for story telling. Alas, it ended up on the cutting room floor. I’ll tell you if you want to hear it.
Okay, I’m off the book for now, and since my other site is Travels with Jo, we’ll travel a bit.
My husband and I spent the weekend in Sisters, Oregon, named after the three mountains, Faith, Hope, and Charity that are a backdrop for the town. (Thanks for the names Greg). It’s high desert and I noticed a drop in my energy at that altitude, but just breathe deep and enjoy the beautiful town all dressed up in a Western motif. The buildings must be under specifications, for they fit together into an integrated whole.
The town’s claim to fame is its Quilts. I don’t sew—the machine always gives me trouble--but hubby and I entered the most exquisite fabric store I had ever seen. It made my mouth water--and I’ve been to Mood in Los Angeles—this was better, more fun, more exquisite. As I said, I don’t sew, but I appreciate art—and there’s an abundance of it in this town. The Quilts there are so perfect it makes you want to throw up. I mean this in the kindest way, the craftmanship (Craftswomanship) is exquisite—just way out of my jurisdiction.
There will be an outdoor quilt show in Sisters, Oregon on Saturday, July 13.
We stayed at the Ponderosa Inn, a Best Western that is extremely dog-friendly. the dogs must be kept on the leash on the grounds, but beyond their lawn is a Ponderosa forest when the dog and people can run free.
The weather was perfect. the sky clear. a quick view of Broken Top sped past, (a jagged mountain) as hubby was speeding down the highway. It loomed ahead against a sky so blue it looked purple.
A perfect view of the Three Sisters caught my attention between a smear of trees, but there was no stopping place for a photo, and soon they were way behind us. I captured Mt. Washington though.
The forest in front of it was burnt by a devastating forest fire that happened 15 years ago That wildfire burned 90,000 acres, a holocaust, they called it, “Natures backlash," "An Oregon wake up call,” due to wildfire suppression and overstocked forests.
Long ago in Native times forest fires used to break out once in a while and it helped the forest, it cleared an area between trees, fertilized the ground, and created homes for wildlife in the dead trees. Lodgepole pine cones come with the scales glued tightly together protecting the precious seeds, and those pine cones are heat sensitive. The glue is a sort of resin or wax that requires heat to melt the wax and open the cones. The pine trees can drop a great number of cones waiting for the next forest fire to open them, after the fire, viola, a lodgepole forest.
Now, however, with the crowding of trees and species-specific forests, fires get out of hand.
It’s a tough call.
I received the most wonderful comment from a reader, “I hope to give something back and help others like you helped me.”
That’s how it ought’a be.
I don’t know what I did for that person, but I do hope people find value here. No self-improvement today, though, just talk.
I did it.
You’ve probably done it too. In school probably.
Last night with an ink dot on the edge of a napkin I performed an experiment and found the blind spot in my right eye.
I may have other blind spots, but we won’t talk about those. We’re talking about the blind spot everyone has. It is on the retina–that area at the back of the eyeball where cells (rods and cones) collect our images.
That space on the retina is blind for it is where the optic nerve exits the eyeball, and thus there are no receptor cells there.
I laid the napkin with its dot beside my focus point on the table. Still staring at my table spot, I slowly slid the napkin to my right. Suddenly Whamo! The dot disappeared.
Cool. Try it.
Why am I telling you this? Well, it demonstrates the eye-brain connection, for the brain fills in that blind spot, so, unless we test for it, we don’t know it’s there.
Thanks to all you folks who asked that I write more on the subject of vision. My last post was on February 28, 2019, titled, “Check Your Eyeballs.”
In response to this asking for more information, I thought, “No,” I don’t have more to say, except on rethink I do.
First, to reemphasize what I said last time: DON’T LOOK AT THE SUN.
Golly, some folks criticized old Doc. Bates, they say he told people to look at the sun. He did not. His way of sunning the eye was to protect the pupil and have the sunlight shine through the white of the eye. (Cover one eye, look down, hold your eyelid up, let the sun come through the white area) this procedure will encourage a chemical, visual purple, to respond more quickly to changes in light level—like walking from bright light into a dark movie theater.
I hate it when people run off at the mouth in criticisms when someone threatens the established thinking. This has happened over and over with new medical procedures. Heavens, my mother was criticized when she asked the doctor about natural childbirth. “You can just squat beside the road like an Indian,” he said. Not only did he insult my mother, he insulted those lovely Native American women who managed to have their babies without medical intervention, he also insulted his profession.
#Julia Galvin said that perhaps Dr. Bates Method of Vision enhancement is lost, and it will wait until it is rediscovered. Apparently, Bates was a bit pig-headed. That can antagonize people, but it also shows that pioneers in their field get fed up with the resistance they encounter, and probably become “Pig-headed.”
Beliefs are so firmly attached, that even when we want to accept a new idea, we must fight against our own negative bias. You don’t have to do the new thing, just consider it as a possibility. Praise the pioneers.
Some say that near vision and far vision are dependent upon the shape of the eyeball. If the eyeball is so rounded that the image falls behind the retina, the person’s vision can be blurry or unclear, and they are considered far-sighted. Near-sighted people have an elongated eyeball, and the image falls in front of the retina. They see close images clearly, but not far. (It’s easy to get confused with the near and far-sighted.)
This I know for sure: Glasses change the focal point. If you’ve ever played with a magnifying glass, you know how you can focus an image. That’s the way glasses work. (Praise to the person who came up with that idea–place a magnifying glass in front of the eye and focus the image on the perfect spot.)
The proponents of eye muscle exercises think that by exercising the muscles that surround the eye, it will pull the eyeball into its ideal shape. That way the light falls exactly on the fovea, that spot on the retina that contains the most cones that detect bright light and color. This is the area of the best “visual acuity.
Many will give you instructions on how to find the tiny microfiber muscles at the top and bottom of the eye. I'm not going there for i do not want anyone to put pressure on their eye.
Even a little change in the shape of the eyeball has an enormous change in vision.
It appears that it is the resistance to do the exercises and that is the downfall of these methods. I suppose having a trainer such as I had encouraged my results. Now, being a slacker, I need reading glasses.
All these exercises and concepts, that’s it, they are concepts, that if taken seriously and done correctly have been known to improve vision. Bates did not emphasize exercising the muscles, his was more of an approach to seeing, a relaxing into, an allowing.
I think one criticism of Bates was that he put little stock on the lens of the eye, which we know adjusts and accommodates allowing the focus to change near to far. The lenses tend to get rigid with the passing of time, which is one reason people need glasses later on in life.
I liked #Greg Marsh’s description of palming. He described it as Yoga for the eyes. We have enough stress in our lives, and a moment of calm and relaxation feels really good.
This is easy and relaxing:
Do not cup your hands, but place the center of your palm over each eye. Overlap your fingers and bend from the hips over a table so to rest your elbows on it. You can palm while standing, but your arms will get tired, and that rather negates the process. Allow your eyes to be gently loved.
Long ago when I was into horses and wondering why a horse needed to be trained on both sides, and when imprinting a newborn foal (massaging him) you need to touch both sides, I began researching the brain. There is such a strong brain-eye connection that one can’t study the brain without also including the eye. With imprinting, if, let’s say, one ear was left untouched, later on touching that previously untouched ear, the horse would act like he had a wild ear on an otherwise tame body. (It has to do with the corpus callosum, the bridge between the two hemispheres of the brain.)
Human eyes and horses eyes are different, but the brain connection is there. And studying the horse brought home the eye-brain connection with a bang.
One thing I want to get on my soapbox and scream is that while a horse has an almost 360-degree vision, he does not see well or at all for about four feet in front of him. So when approaching a jump he must calculate the distance and determine when to jump.
And here is my complaint, well, two, one is putting a horse in a box. This leaves him with practically no vision. If you can’t see for four feet in front of you, and there is a wall beyond that, where does that leave you? No wonder horses often go cuckoo when confined. (A horse is highly conditionable, that’s the reason we can get them to do all the many things they have done.)
And this I am adamant against–Moats behind a horse jump. “Ok,” says the horse, “I see the jump. I see how tall the hedge is. Cool, I can clear it. What! There is a pond beyond it?! Holy Moly. I didn’t see that until I was in the air.”
What are they thinking!
Are they trying to kill the horse and rider?
Oh yes, I’m writing about human vision, I do digress. I’m back.
Three rules from #Julia Galvin:
“Sensing is not the same as perceiving,” Aldous Huxley wrote. “ The eyes and the nervous system do the sensing. The mind does the perceiving, and much of preserving is related to the individual’s accumulated experiences, in other words to memory.”
To illustrate this, think of a microscopist. He will see certain things on a microscope slide a novice will not.
A city dweller walking through the woods will be blind to what a naturalist will see.
As kids, we often saw shapes animals or such in clouds or tree branches, and we would tell our friend what we saw. My friend saw a lion, and the moment he pointed it out I could see it too.
My husband was the co-creator of a perimeter, a diagnostic instrument to detect glaucoma. The patient would sit with their head in a half dome where tiny lights would appear at random. The patient would press a button to indicate when he saw a light. This instrument would map peripheral vision and in addition, it could also detect brain tumors. If a tumor was present, a portion of the visual field would be blank.
Another instrument that lost funding was a machine that would detect early diabetes. It had to do with light refraction, rather like seeing your shirt glow in black light.
When people say that the eyes are windows of the soul, one can imagine what they are talking about, for there is the brain reaching out to the world via the eyes, taking in the glories of it, and in return sharing its secrets.
Inhale, 1-2-3-4-5, hold it, 1-2-3-4-5-6, exhale, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7
You just meditated.
Don’t you feel better?
Hey You all,
How about a little help from my friends.
I must sell 200 copies of my book or they will drop me like a S'More too long on the fire.
I’m setting a goal of 200 for one month. That will be June 23.
Find the cheapest book The Frog's Song available, Kindle, physical copy. I don’t care for I’m more interested in book sale numbers than money.
Make sure you get the correct Frog Book, there is one that sells for $135.00.
The Frog's Song by Joyce Davis
I know new books are damn expensive these days, can’t help it, it’s the nature of the printing process.
However, look at it this way:
The Frog’s Song is worth every penny.
It took ten years to hit the shelves!
Ha ha, I love you guys whether you buy or not. People who stop here are the greatest.
'Joyce's travels have taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she's back where she started, in Oregon.