When a river becomes an ocean…

When a river becomes an ocean…

Waterfall (Photo by Avery Nielsen-Webb on Pexels.com)

From waterfalls

through rapids,

water in rivers

meanders through

lands and forests

Meandering river (Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com)

to enter

the wide, bottomless oceans.

Entering the ocean (Photo by Lukas on Pexels.com)

When water evaporates,

rains down,

seeps into the ground,

from the high lands,

it journeys down again

to lowlands… to the oceans.

Evolving life journey (Photo by Elina Fairytale on Pexels.com)

Just as humans

evolve through life journeys.

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Crossing rivers in ‘our country’

Crossing rivers in ‘our country’

Crossing rivers in ‘ our country’ is about how some governmental policies fail.

Rocks in river (Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com)

Here is a story.

Many centuries ago, there was a country named ‘Our country’.

People in group A has to jump over at least ten rocks to cross rivers for daily economic survival.

Of course, some in group A were not as skilled or resourceful. They suffered and were left behind economically… embittered.

Group A was a side-product of a governmental policy.

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This governmental economic policy aimed to help people in Group B. It allowed them to use bridges provided on these rivers.

Group B was an intended product of this governmental policy.

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One season, monsoons came thundering and lashing mercilessly. Flash floods destroyed many bridges and homes.

Life had to continue. Most of group A people continued to cross the rivers of life as they used to.

But many people… in group B were left stranded and lost. They were handicapped without the bridges. Only a few strong ones were able to adapt to the situation- jumping over those rocks.

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In ‘our country’, people voted the government. But somehow certain policies undermine their intended service to the people as a whole…in a country called ‘ Our country’.

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Artists in search of a canvas

Artists in search of a canvas

mural painting …

artists in search of

a canvas to show their skills

repaint over paint

Patriotic passed- by with their children leave their palm prints on trees…

This mural project

displays artistic skills

for a good cause…

a show of multi- ethnicity.

Adults with children, too,

leave their palm prints

as leaves on trees!

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Quotes:

  1. “I dream my painting and I paint my dream.” ― Vincent Willem van Gogh
  2. Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is [a] painting that speaks. – Plutarch

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白色谎言-造口术- a white lie

白色谎言-造口术  – a white lie

(Google将英语翻译成中文)

永远不要说谎。 无论如何-连白谎言都没有。 –玛格丽特·基恩-

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庞萨米先生由他的女儿陪同

去看口腔治疗师。

虽然在乎他的造口

而且周围的皮肤很棒

他对此提出了很多抱怨。

他一定很难接受

在他的肚子上有一个袋子来收集他的粪便。

外科医生不会重新连接肠子

也不像六个月前建议的那样关闭气孔。

“他们说这是我结肠中的硫酸钡阻塞。

但是它已经被删除了。 他们应该能够重新连接

肠子并关闭这个“东西”,这个气孔,

所以我可以自然地从肛门排便!

但是他们不能给我一个很好的理由

为什么他们将无法恢复我的病情!”

女儿拨开了口腔治疗师的电话。

“他所有的孩子都同意并告诉外科医生

不要告诉他他患有结肠癌。

他今年88岁,之前做过两次心脏手术!

我们担心他可能还会受到攻击!”

“我已经退休了,但我是个读书人。

一直感到疲劳或疲倦;

交替的腹泻和便秘习惯

突然体重减轻; 我的便血

都指出了癌症的体征和症状,不是吗?”

“……你自己说了!

这是您的活检报告。

对,是真的… ”

庞萨米先生保持沉默。

两位女士担心地瞥了一眼。

“请在家中注意您的父亲!

必要时致电给我或您的外科医生!”

在接下来的几个月中,

庞萨米先生会去病房的

每当有患者计划进行造口手术时。

他的女儿会从远方忠实地待命,

当她父亲继续系统地向新病人解释时

关于如何护理造口。

我们也找到了一位多产的发言人。

Ponusamy先生分享了他的经验

在医疗保健专业人员研讨会上

以及患有肠癌和气孔的患者。

我的事业很成功,爱子孙。

但是,如果从一开始就被告知真相,我会更快乐

这样我就可以在离开的时候制定计划并尽力而为。”

善意的谎言,无论其意图如何,

应该告诉还是不告诉,一个白色的谎言?

-Serena Chen S.P. @ TPTan –

2020年10月26日

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The White Lie.

The Sound of Silence: Analysis

Insightful explanation of the song, “The Sound of Silence…”

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And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made …

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The oxymoron  (=combination of words having opposite or very different meanings) in the title gives a good idea of incommunicability among people
The poem ‘The Sound of Silence’ consists of five irregular stanzas in which the poet describes  the conflict between spiritual and material values in our  modern world.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

The poem begins with an address to darkness. The narrator says that he has come to talk to it  because a certain vision has  planted its seeds in his brain while he was sleeping. The vision still remains there in  the sound of silence.

The singer seems to realise …

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Changes in School Curriculum — Kaushal Kishore

Yesterday, Delhi state government launched a ‘patriotic curriculum’ from nursery to class twelve to instill a sense of patriotism through simple activities like a patriotic diary, patriotic meditation, flag day, group discussion etc. The patriotic stories will tell the importance of our freedom struggle to younger generations. The fact is that we now feel patriotism […]

Changes in School Curriculum — Kaushal Kishore

Is she breathing?

Is she breathing?

This anecdote is a continuation of “Pressure rising, a wake-up call and my three angels“.

After that blood-pressure rising episode, the three angels went on to take my pulse and respiration rate. I was pleased that they took my blood -pressure correctly. Looking at them smilingly, I turned to look at my table planner. I reminisced the times when I practiced holding my breath under-water.

They shook their watches several times and glanced at each other. Now, they all bent nearer, peering closely at my chest… scratching their heads.

“Yes, finished?” still holding my breath as much as possible.

“Your pulse rate is 80 per minute, but, but… your respiration rate is only four per minute!”

I laughed softly, “ok, ok, I was just pulling your legs! Now I will breathe normally!” They heaved a sigh of relief, completed their tasks, and got my initial into their log books. Teaching can be fun, too!

cheerful black teacher with diverse schoolkids
Can teaching be fun? [Photo by Katerina Holmes on Pexels.com]

These PNC student-nurses had to learn how to take vital signs among themselves, on their seniors, and then, on their lecturers. Only when they had completed that log, were they allowed to do on the patients in the wards.

Decades later, I don’t remember now who they are, but I enjoyed that life-enlightening morning episode.

Thank you, girls!

Quote:-

“The roots of all goodness lie in the soil of appreciation for goodness.” —Dalai Lama

“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” —Robert Brault

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Conspicuous absence

Conspicuous absence

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Forlornly absent (Photo by Mateusz Dach on Pexels.com)

He used to sit there watching

through the window

Now the chair looks

forlornly empty.

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Where are the people? (Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich on Pexels.com)

Where are the customers?

Are the drivers working from home?

Where are the people on the street?

Emptiness (Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com)

It’s a quantum leap

for online shoppings.

Will the malls be irrelevant?

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The face that was

white rose on womans face ceramic figurine
The face that was . (Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com)

The face that was,

is one’s identity.

It’s about one’s privacy.

‘Cos linked to one’s face,

are other faces and identities

by relation, by kinship,

especially in mental illnesses, breast cancer, Covid-19, HIV.

“Can it spread ?” “Don’t play with them, their mum works in a hospital!”

Contagion by genes, by marriage, by touch, as society defines.

Health education is an ongoing necessity; a continual challenge.

Chen Song Ping,

31 Dec 2020