Fleeting Thoughts: How Do We Wish to Be Remembered?

 

Have you ever thought about when your turn is up on earth, how, if, or what you’ll be remembered for? Not to sound depressing, but just thinking about impressions we leave behind as our mark in the world as our legacies. Will we leave an indelible print on someone’s heart or mind? Will we be remembered for any words of wisdom, humor, quotes or empowering messages?

 

I try not to think about my eventual non-existence in this world and had never really thought about what I’d leave behind in people’s minds and hearts. I have occasionally thought about my not having any natural children through the years, which leaves me wondering if when my time comes, will anyone remember me?

 

What would I like people to remember about me, if asked? Well, I’d certainly like to think that in some small way, the words I leave behind in my books and stories and definitely in my social media footprints may make a difference to someone or many someones as the world goes by. I’d like to think my caring and compassion will occasionally come to mind as a fleeting thought or in discussion by any who may have known me, or perhaps, from my writings, or by some who never knew me. Would all my scribbles across numerous notebooks and scraps of paper be scrutinized? Cherished? Tossed in the garbage?  Will more people read my books after I’m gone, like so many now famous authors of the past who were considered unknowns while they lived? Will anybody ever even remember that I once existed?

 

I wonder if other writers ever think about our writing and what will happen to all the words we leave behind once we’ve fulfilled our purpose on this earth.

 

Do you ever wonder about how you’ll be remembered?

 

Nobody really knows the answer to any of these questions, and of course, me being a curious soul, am just really thinking out loud. But wouldn’t it be interesting if we could actually ‘look down’ after whisked away to another dimension after our time here on earth is done and get a glimpse of how others perceived us and our work?

 

 

©DGKaye2021

 

 

Sunday Book Review – Waiting for Frank-Bear – (Beechworth Bakery Bears)

 

My Sunday Book Review is for Frank Prem’s new release in the Beechworth Bakery Bears series – Waiting for Frank-Bear. This is probably my fifth book I read by Frank. I enjoy his non conformitive prose and poetry he uses to execute his stories. And the bears are adorable. I was thrilled to receive an ARC from Frank, this book is available now on pre-order.

 

 

Waiting For Frank-Bear: as heard by . . . (The Beechworth Bakery Bears) by [Frank Prem, Leanne Murphy]

Available on Amazon

 

Blurb:

The Beechworth Bakery Bears are still just as friendly and eager to please as ever.

 

But, where is Frank-Bear?

 

He does not come in to see them as often as before and they miss him.

 

They would love to tell you about their lives now, and how they wait for their best friend Frank-Bear to visit.

 

Step back into the bakery and find out what is happening in the world of The Beechworth Bakery Bears.

 

 

My 5 Star Review:

Prem brings us a new treat from his Beechworth Bakery Bear series. In this poetic story he takes us into the inside musings of the Beechworth bears who are now feeling a bit perturbed at the lack of customers, and question why people must lineup to enter the bakery, only so many at a time. As they patiently await customers to come in, the bears go about their business, tidying the shop and preparing baked goods.

 

The bears are also puzzled because they can’t see people’s full faces anymore, now covered with masks. What is going on? And where is Frank? It seems Frank is one of their favorite customers and as they go about their daily business of setting up shop, they keep their hopes up in anticipation that Frank will soon show up for a drink and his favorite snack. Another night passes as they patiently await their friend Frank-bear to visit. A sweet read!

 

 

©DGKaye2021

 

A Biblical Questioning – Haibun and Haiku for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge – Word Craft

It’s been awhile since I hopped on to Colleen Chesebro’s weekly poetry challenges at Word Craft. Every week there’s a different theme to work with in any syllabic style we choose. This week is Poet’s Choice. 

 

I was going through my notebooks of things that pop into mind, generally, from something I’ve read or seen. I didn’t recall why I had scribbles written down about Moses from the bible – but I’m quite sure I did that while watching Exodus: Kings and Gods on Netflix. But I thought I’d use part of those scribbles and expand, to go with the Haiku I’d written first. Uncanny what comes to mind. It became a biblical questioning. I’ve written a Haibun and Haiku.

 

 

#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge: #Poet’s choice

 

 

Is it Golden Idol Time?

 

Moses climbed Mount Sinai following the voice of God calling unto him. God wrote the Ten Commandments with his own finger, searing the laws into the stone tablets.

 

While Moses was gone for 40 days and 40 nights up the mountain, the natives below began to lose faith about the existence of God and began their doubts about Moses’ return. As people often do in human nature when they harbor doubt, gossip spreads among them and a new ‘want-to-be’ leader steps up and antagonizes by spewing doubt and fallacies about God, it doesn’t take people long to hitch their wagons to persuasion.

 

And the non believers joined together to build a golden idol to put their faith into, and pretty much broke every other law that God would ultimately write – raping, orgies and so on.

 

When Moses returns with the tablets in his arms and sees how little faith his people had, he threw the tablets to the ground and broke them. Of course, Moses did go back up the mountain for another 40 days and nights and received a new set from God. And as God’s punishment for non believing, he left his people to wander the desert as nomads for 40 years – enough punishment for a generation to pass in this lesson – kind of like when God was angry at what man had done unto his creation and flooded the world and started over with Noah’s Ark where only two of each species of animals, and Noah with seven other members of his family, sailed on it to survive God’s punishing flood to wash away all his creation, along with the sins of man to create yet, a new world.

 

I can’t help but wonder what God is thinking these days about what’s going on in his world now; what has man done now to His once pure creation? Are we beyond smug to entertain the thought that God is not afraid to start yet again?

 

 

History Repeats

Instant gratification

Some will never learn.

 

 

Visit Colleen’s original post at Word Craft. There’s still time to hop on!

 

©DGKaye2021

 

 

Halloween Musings – Photos, Friends and Silliness

Time to share a few photos and friends here for some Halloween Musings. Let me preface this post by saying that as usual, my techie world still doesn’t wish to comply with my needs. Hence, some of the video clips may not surface for a long time. I spent two hours making a guess mess of the one clip I did try to edit – too bad I couldn’t edit the gum right out of my mouth too. LOL. So please excuse my amateur camera work, confirming I should just stick to writing.

 

Our first girl get-together earlier last week with our ‘gang of girls’, took place at Sanja’s niece’s home downtown in the city. As always, it was like years never passed, and a good forty of them we’ve all been friends. This picture below shows how we all look – pre our Halloween costumes on the weekend.

 

girl's nite

From the top left: Anna, Marg, Me, bottom left: Sanja, Al, Kokie

 

 

A rare sighting, I snapped up this photo fast of my two besties together, Anna and Sanja

 

My two besties

 

 

It was Halloween weekend and with my bestie Sanja in town from the UK, she wanted to have a Halloween party up at her sister Kokie’s house in our great white north – cottage country where she lives.

Alyson and Marg picked me up as we headed the journey up north with our many bags – food, costumes and libations. We had many a laugh as the day into night progressed. Marg dressed as an old woman in a housedress and a wig that came complete with a babushka kerchief and glasses that looked like something that ‘Flo’ from the old TV show, Alice, would wear. Pre-party, Marg demonstrated her Halloween look and insisted each of us try on her get up. I tried to refuse, but there’s no such thing as refusing around this gang.

 

Margaret's headgear

Margaret’s head garb

 

Sanja in Marg's wig

Sanja looking full on Flo

 

Alyson

Alyson looking hilarious

 

DG Kaye in wig

Yup, here I am as I couldn’t escape the clutches of Marg

 

And for good measure, there’s a side profile look too

Halloween me

 

Me asa some kind of She Devil

My She Devil costume

 

Sanja and Marg

Sanja and Marg acting like their normal selves

 

Kokie's turn

Kokie’s turn

 

friends

Me, San, Kokie, Al

 

We danced, we ate, we drank, we laughed. And we sang. In between the good music – courtesy of Spotify, Kokie’s friend Patrick played guitar and we had some hilarious sing-a-longs. As I was busy flitting around I caught quite a few music interlude snippets on video and wanted to share them here, unfortunately, my techie madness continues and somehow my laptop wants nothing to do with downloading videos from my phone. Below is a feeble attempt at a video I tried to edit (not well), and this is what I got:

 

Please know there was alcohol involved in this performance 😁🤣😍🎃💄

 

 

Apparently, I lost the dance Marg and I were doing and some off-tune singing, so clearly, video editing is not my thing.

 

It was a fun weekend with just a dozen of us eating, dancing, singing, ping ponging, and most of all, laughing up in our Canadian great white north which isn’t yet white, but based on the temps outside now and my wearing furry socks and lounge wear indoors, I’d say the’ white stuff’ is soon on its way.

 

©DGKaye2021