BTW, what are you doing up so late?
There you go, telling me what kind of day to have. ;-)
Thanks for the ping, Miz Merc. Hope you're over that flu.
Miz Anna, don't let nothin' steal your joy.
As for "have a nice day" -- I always looked at that particular salutation as having the understood prefix, "I hope," attached to it. In other words, it would mean, "I hope you have a nice day!" That isn't telling people what to do, or what kind of day to have! Not at all! Sheesh!
Tons and tons of hospitals now have birthing rooms that have cheery wallpaper with duckies and birdies and puppies on the trim. To suggest that a hospital not remain stuck in the "gray area" is to give a helpful observation from the mother's point of view. She's the one who needs it cheery-looking, whether she is keeping the baby or giving the baby up for adoption. Do they (the proverbial "they") think that, by keeping the walls a dingy gray, it will convince the delivering mother that she hasn't been pregnant for the nine months prior? (I think the birthing mothers all know that a baby is in there, don't you?!) (Oy!)
The firefighter flap is ridiculous. The whole mess has put an ugly face on something that was horrific, then hero-ific, as the Nation desperately searched for comfort. We were all feeling pretty darned good about our citizen heroes, and we were proud to be Americans! But we certainly can't have that, can we?! Can this possibly get any uglier?! Of course it can! Just ask N.O.W.! Double Oy! (I think I may hurl!)
I have plenty more to add (was there ever any question?!), but I haven't gotten my nighty-nights yet, so I will be back! (I guess that's a warning?! *G*) I just took my muscle relaxer, so I can't stay awake no matter how hard I try! Thus -- I shall sleep on this, and then come back to help make Anna's point some more! (Good job, Anna!!)
I am completely flabbergasted. If you haven't heard about the N.O.W. ridiculousness (that is NOW a word, even if it wasn't one before!) (no pun intended!), keep your eyes and ears open. You will!!
Sheeeeeeeeeeesh!!
Thanks again Anna, and thank you Merc!! (I HOPE you feel better, Merc!!) (I would never presume to ORDER you to feel better! No -- I might, at that! *VBG*)
Nighters!! I'll be back soon! ;-}
Quite disgusting, rude, selfish and POLITICALY leftist.
Americanism was great for the 4 1/2 months it was allowed.
I guess she's talking about stillbirths and miscarriages. But are the people in these sad situations, which must be a minority of patients, going to feel better because of the gray walls? The nurse's comment is just weird. Wonder if she's got some baby-related tragedy in her own background, in which case she should, respectfully, consider a move to another area of nursing rather than rain on others' parade.
Independant Thinkers (Troublemakers)Stay well - Stay safe - Stay armed - Yorktown
Kids do turn out depressingly uniform these days, do they not? Scary.
(P.S. I took yet another set of black and white photos of Salina, Kansas my last trip out there and caught a gaily-painted pint-sized "JOY BUS" out back of some Baptist church ... probably the most adorable this Okie reared in the Bible Belt had ever seen. Weeks later one of my grandmothers was looking through the photos and says, "Ah, a joy bus. You understand Joy, don't you? Jesus ... Others ... and then You." =)
This, I think is the key: the idea that though not an act of rebellion, joy is both subversive and liberating, a pledge of allegiance to another world and life. Leading us out of this world, subversive joy overturns not only the slavery imposed by the world, but also self-forged bonds of despair, self-pity, bitterness, and melancholy.
Surely discomfort in the presence of joy is the response of a sensibility not more alive to the world, but more hobbled by envy or bitterness. Though it arises in the solitary heart, when that heart is responsive joy does unite, almost demanding to be shared. Willy-nilly it finds an outlet, refusing to be thwarted.
Heaven must be the place where everyone is joyous.
Enough! the Resurrection,
A heart's-clarion! Away grief's gasping, ' joyless days, dejection.
Across my foundering deck shone
A beacon, an eternal beam. ' Flesh fade, and mortal trash
Fall to the residuary worm; ' world's wildfire, leave but ash:
In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is, ' since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, ' patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,
Is immortal diamond.
G.M. Hopkins, from "That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection"
IMHO this is not necessarrily true. I believe that it is possible to share in another's joy. Unfortunately, society(public schools)teach children to be suspicious and jealous of anyone who appears joyous or contented and that they are entitled to a piece of that which makes the person happy without actually having to work for it themself.
I say, HAVE A GREAT DAY, EVERYONE! Leave the WTC memorial true to the photo. If New York wants to commisson an artist to make them a diverse satue, than so be it. But leave history alone.
"Henry Miller, in Sexus, put it so much better (yes, it seems someone almost always already has):Wow. What a great quote from Henry Miller!
Tears are easier to put up with than joy. Joy is destructive: it makes others uncomfortable. 'Weep and you will weep alone.'What a lie that is! Weep and you will find a million crocodiles to weep with you. The world is forever weeping. The world is drenched in tears... But joy, joy is a kind of ecstatic bleeding, a disgraceful sort of supercontentment which overflows from every pore of your being.
You cannot make people joyous just by being joyous yourself.
Joy has to be generated by oneself. It is or it isn't. Joy is founded on something too profound to be understood or communicated.
To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts."
And ANOTHER excellent essay from AnnaZ!!!Thanks for the flag, Mercuria!
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Misery must be spread, fed, pointed up, perpetuated, lest the "experts'" lives become pointless.
For them, joy is the enemy.
Great post, thanks for the ping Mercuria.