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What’s your learning style?

Do you prefer learning in a group and in an interactive setting? Or one-on-one? Do you retain information best through lectures, or visuals, or simply by reading?

Good question!

I like being involved in communial projects and am fascinated by group, and one on one, brain storming dynamics. It’s exciting and compelling. Like improvisational comedy skits, you never know what might come out of it.

Besides, It is so hard to get objective feedback and to explore other points of view, when you’re a party of one.

Okay, I know I have had differences of oplnion with myself, and dissed my own ideas on numerous occasions, but erm…well, I’ll save that one for another day! 😉


That’s why I struggle to understand why I do my best learning/studying as a solo act. 

I mean, I remember being absolutely engaged in lectures and group study sessions in class. My trusty pen poised eager and ready over a large sheaf of note paper, intent on, capturing the poignant details. 

Heck, I even remember being an active participant, tossing out relevent queries, and responses to whatever topic was at hand. 

Moments after it was over, however, the learned material would vanish. My mind would be a total blank! 

The intent was in full force, but my brain just could not, or would not, access it’s long-term memory, that way. 

That’s okay though, I had my carefully assembled notes to fall back on, right? Well…..not quite. A brief glance at my study notes, would invariably reveal some artistic looking doodles, a dozen incoherent phrases, and chicken scratch.


I wasn’t a horrible student though, in fact I faired quite well, all in all. My secret weapon was an ability to gleen the necessary knowledge from my text books. 

I would find a quiet spot, read up a storm, and my teenage mind would, somehow, retain it.    

     Anyway…                            

 That’s my response, thanks for wading through it. Now share yours, if you like. Leave a comment below, or better yet post it on your blog page.                            


A hint of Springtime

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Honeysuckle, songbirds and blossoms abound signs of awakening, all around
Each balmy night and dreamy day
Is so tinged with nature’s sweetest array.
There’s a song in my soul, a warm embrace
and a dream in my heart. For the whole Human race.

With uproarious zest, I thus, declare,

there’s a hint of springtime in the air!

Mind Weave

   

Hello my friends!

It has been entirely too long since I posted anything, herein.

Please accept my apologies 😦

Failing that, perhaps you could try to keep your hatred to a bare minimum. This is in light of the fact, that……. The author possesses a rather delicate sensibility 😉

I find I have become more and more distracted by all those little nonentities, such as living, these days. Oh the shame of it all! Well anyway, I shall hasten to taste of the communal waters very shortly, I am really, really hungry, and looking forward to reading all of your wonderful blogs!)

Love to all,

~CLIFFY

 

 


MIND WEAVE

 

(Inspiration lurks in the strangest of places)

by Cliff Lewis

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I Wonder…Is it possible to be in two places at the exact-same instant?

Can the human brain enable us to witness events that are miles apart and light years removed?

It feels that way, to me sometimes.

I was walking through a rural park, not, so, very far from home, a few days ago. I paused to rest on a wooden bench, and as I watched the people and their pets passing by, I had the distinct impression of being in a far different place.

Somehow, the tree lined avenues and the wood-chip-laden playground with its joyful young inhabitants, had morphed, in very convincing style, into something else.

The twittering birds, chattering chipmunks, and scampering squirrels were all gone; replaced by the hustling, bustle of a metropolitan, city. They became the growling of traffic, the honking of impatient car horns, and the howling of sirens.

That beautiful pastoral scene was no longer in evidence.

It wasn’t a distant memory, I believe, nor a trick of the imagination. Although, what other satisfactory, explanation remains? 
The sights, sounds, and all of my other sensations, taste, touch and emotional response, seemed very real.

I watched in fascination, and then in immense sadness as trees and swing-sets, mountains, meadows and streams became skyscrapers, hydrants, and all the Accouterments of urban sprawl. A veritable concrete jungle, as it were.

I don’t deal with change very well, that much I will admit, albeit, reluctantly. This is Particularly when the changes involved are neither a necessity nor an improvement of significant value.

A burly young man raced bombastically from a convenience store, closely pursued by a red-faced merchant; The latter, wielding a well-weathered baseball bat. 
The young hoodlum was fast, but the storekeeper’s batting hand was faster still.
As the kid lay sobbing on the concrete pavement, the scene dissolved, and I found myself staring, incredulously, as, in the playground, a concerned Nanny knelt over her sobbing, charge, . She was.tending to his scraped knee.

I arose from my bench, and, for a long moment, took in my, peaceful surroundings.

Life was good.

I inhaled the sweet, fragrant air and , with a sigh of contentment continued on my way.

 

 

Coming Home

(more…)

Morning Commute

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The cars pull in at sunrise
On their, circuitous, route downtown.
Early risers climb aboard,
The lucky ones sit down.

Just a few miles further,
And the crowds begin to grow.
The daily slog is underway,
the only way we know.

The platforms are overflowing,
the crowded trains roll in.
The angry mobs surge forward,
like sardines in to a tin.

Stumblin’ jumblin’ mumblin’
Our ride, roughly arrives.
I grit my teeth and marvel, at how,
society survives

An elbow to my rib cage,
stilleto to my shin,
More Angry, swarming, citizens
Cram tighter to fit in!

A cloud of scent mal-odorus,
and insanely strong cologne!
A loudly droning radio,
Someone yelling at their phone!

Poking, prodding, shoving,
the calm is fading fast.
Oh, how I long for journey’s end,
And open air, at last!

I want to scream, but whats the use;
Who would even hear?
Aboard this crazy train of fools
Your senses disappear.

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HUMAN RACE

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Don’t stop, just change direction
Life’s too short for that
You have no time, left, for reflection
Your deadline’s in seconds flat

Warp speed all the way,
You’ve so much on your plate.
Chasing ’til the end of day

you’re, truly, in a state!

No time for smellin’ flowers
You’ve business to attend
As life ticks by in daze and hours
No rest until the end

Your whole life is spinning by
At such a hectic pace,
yet, still some people wonder why
it’s called the human race.

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WHERE’S THE BIRTHDAY BOY?

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I just came back from a family birthday party, where the guest of honor did not attend.

Before anyone gets the wrong idea here, I should mention that the Birthday Boy, aka, my Father,was home in bed being nursed back to health, a very good excuse for missing it.

At the outset, mild panic had ensued. The cake had been ordered, a great deal of food and beverages had been laid on and it was far too last-minute for cancellation.

So, we had ourselves a party!

It was strange, though, to cut the cake without candles first being blown out!
Not to mention how odd it seemed, having to explain this phenomenon to each newly arriving invitee.

Before long though the music went on, couples jived merrily across the floor. The party was very soon in fullswing, and the oddness just as quickly disappeared.

I was left wondering, why exactly don’t we have “just because” parties, more often?

I mean, everybody enjoyed drinks, eats, and treats, including a piece or two of the aforementioned cake. We had a unique chance to catch up on the lives of some, seldom-seen, friends and our big beautiful, steadily increasing family.

All in attendance, got to let our hair down, some figuratively others literally. We were able to
de-stress from our hectic week, and enjoy each other’s company.

In other words, even without a guest of honor in attendance, a very grand Birthday party occured!

My, now 76 yr old. Father who really detests celebrating his birthday, these days, and hates music to be played above a whisper, was not as ill as he let on, and is feeling much better for having escaped his own party.

He also got to sleep in all day, which, he says, is much his favourite passtime.

That my friends, after a fashion, is what you might call a rip-roaring success!

Oh, and yes, I even saved him a piece of cake.
🙂

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