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Red-winged Blackbird

            “In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.” – Aristotle

Red-winged blackbird sketch I made after seeing this bird during an Antelope Island outing. -- Illustration by Pat Bean

Red-winged blackbird sketch I made after seeing this bird during an Antelope Island outing. — Illustration by Pat Bean

Puzzle Solved

            I didn’t become a passionate birdwatcher until 1999. Until then, while I enjoyed watching the winged miracles when I saw them, unless it was a cardinal, blue jay, mockingbird or a few other quite common species, I couldn’t name them.

Female red-winged blackbird. -- Wikimedia photo

Female red-winged blackbird. — Wikimedia photo

But when the birding passion hit me, I became obsessed with identifying any bird that came into view. So it was that I spent nearly an hour at Green River State Park north of Moab, Utah, one afternoon trying to identify the bird pictured in the photo on the right. There were more than a dozen of them flitting around the reedy edges of a small stream of water.

I went back and forth through my birding field book without success. Then a male red-winged blackbird flew past – and the light finally penetrated my little gray cells.

I finally knew I was looking at female red-winged blackbirds, whose gift of nature are feathers that camouflage the girls when they are sitting on eggs and raising chicks.

Blog pick of the day.

Blog pick of the day.

Bean Pat: Photo Nature Blog http://tinyurl.com/nymzhmb   One of my favorite birds — and this is a great photo capture of a red-winged blackbird  in flight.            

Bean Pat: 47-million year-old bird fossil http://tinyurl.com/ncbdvtr I found this discovery fascinating.

Memories of Maya

            “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” – Maya Angelou

Thankfully I have Memories

For 37 years, I averaged a story a day when I was writing for newspapers. Some of those stories I kept in a scrapbook. And of all the stories I wrote about people, this is my favorite.

For 37 years, I averaged a story a day when I was writing for newspapers. Some of those stories I kept in a scrapbook. And of all the stories I wrote about people, this is my favorite.

            During my journalism career, I met three presidents (Nixon, Ford and Reagan) and wrote about them. Today, I don’t remember what their stories were about.  But I do remember the story I wrote about Maya Angelou when she spoke at Weber State University in Ogden, Utah.

I felt blessed to have had an hour alone with her before her speech, an hour in which she touched my heart and soul and made me a stronger woman. Here is what I wrote:                                                                                                                                                                                                                        —–

Angelou paints hope for 4,000

By Pat Bean

Maya Angelou, a 6-foot-tall, nearly 70-year-old Southern black woman, charmed, tickled and stole the hearts of 4,000 Utahns Thursday night.

Speaking at Weber State University to kick off the Families Alive Conference, the author, poet, songwriter, actress, playwright, singer, historian and civil-rights activist “preached” a message of hope and optimism.

“And God put a rainbow in the clouds,” her rich voice softly cooed as the ending punctuation to each of her own stories.

Her single-purposed message was to let everyone know that “we’re all family – more alike than unlike.”

“From Birmingham, Alabama, to Birmingham, England, from Paris, France, to Paris, Texas,” she said in a pre-speech press conference.

“Basically we all want the same thing: a good job that pays us a little more than we’re worth, healthy children, safe streets …

“Fundamentally, there is no difference in us, although some of us may prefer Southern fried chicken … and some of us pasta.”

This is the 16th year for WSU’s College of Education to sponsor its Families Alive Conference, which focuses on strengthening today’s family. The conference continues through Saturday.

Angelou was introduced to her Thursday night audience by Allison Faucett a former St. Joseph Elementary School student. Faucett won an essay competition by writing about Angelou as her hero.

“Ms. Maya Angelou may not have defeated any mythical and great giants or slayed any fire-breathing  dragons, but she has conquered evil and ugliness and has found splendor in a world of hate,” Faucett read.

After the introduction, when Angelou – wearing a silky gray suit, rings on her fingers and a colorful turban on head – walked into the Dee Events Center, she was welcomed by a standing ovation.

Although suffering from a sore throat and exhaustion, Angelou didn’t disappoint.

“Pray for me that my voice will get better,” she asked. And her voice seemed to get stronger with each of her stories.

She told of a little girl who spent May to December in Baltimore, but all that she remembered of the period was that someone called her “nigger.”

“But God put a rainbow in the clouds,” Angelou said.

In a down-to-earth theatrical presentation, Angelou recalled the far-reaching influence of her crippled uncle.

She and her brother, she said, often hid “Uncle Willie” beneath potatoes and onions in a store bin so he wouldn’t be beat or killed by the lynching “boys.”

Black men in the south weren’t safe when the lynching boys were on the prowl, said Angelou. She used shrugging shoulders and a cocky stance to describe the “boys,”

“It was the same stance she used to describe the men, who later in her life, were assigned to protect her by the first black mayor in the South, a man who gave credit to “Uncle Willie” for his being where he was.

“And God put a rainbow in the clouds,” she said.

Angelou said children need rainbows in the clouds.

“The issue is not whether we should do good but how good do we have to be. And if we’re asking the question, the answer is always not good enough yet,” she said.

Angelou said she tries to live her life along “Christian” principles, but is dismayed by those who announce they are Christians

“Already?. I think to myself.”

Angelou said one would have to be blind not to recognize the prejudice and hate that exists in the world today.

“But goodness gracious go back 100 years ago here in Utah and the kind of hate, madness and prejudices that existed then would have blown your mind  … or 150 years ago when slavery was accepted. I think we’re doing very well. And it’s important to say so. We’ve come a long way.”

Angelou, herself, is a living example of that philosophy. A survivor of being raped at the age of 8, and the mother of an out-of-wedlock child at 16, Angelou is the author of 10 best-selling books.

She also wrote and delivered the 1993 presidential inauguration address for Bill Clinton, a fellow Arkansan.

Although pushing 70, as she herself says, Angelou still has a twinkle in her eye and a sassy sway to her hips.

“The woman I love is fat and black and chocolate to the bone. And every time she shakes (and here Angelou demonstrated to the delight of her Weber State audience) some skinny white woman loses her home.”

That was just one of several bouts of laughter, she caused Thursday night.

Said Angelou: “I don’t trust a person who doesn’t laugh.”

Blog pick of the day.

Blog pick of the day.

Bean Pat:  Cordoba Highlights: A Mosque-Cathedral and a Microbrewery http://tinyurl.com/kkdpnrz Great armchair travel blog.

Travels with Maggie

            “Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.” — Cicero, 106-43 BC

Maggie, sadly, has left this world. I couldn't, however, have had a better companion to explore this country with than this spoiled brat -- and I say that lovingly, and all who knew her would agree with the description. -- Photo by Pat Bean

Maggie, sadly, has left this world. I couldn’t, however, have had a better companion to explore this country with than this spoiled brat — and I say that lovingly, and all who knew her would agree with the description. — Photo by Pat Bean

Step by Step

I laughed out loud when I read the above quote, which started off a recent Blood Red Pencil blog http://tinyurl.com/m33au3r  that I often read because it usually has a lot of good advice about writing.

Gypsy Lee, Me and Maggie's home for eight years. Pepper was my companion for the final year of my living on the road life style. -- Photo by Pat Bean

Gypsy Lee, Me and Maggie’s home for eight years. Pepper was my companion for the final year of my living on the road life style. — Photo by Pat Bean

Today’s was especially meaningful, as I have completed my book, “Travels with Maggie,” and now want to self-publish it. I’ve not been doing anything toward this goal for the past six weeks, sort of like that person who is just one class short of earning a college degree, but then drops out of school.

Come to think of it, I have two other books I’ve written that went no farther than a first draft. “Travels with Maggie,” however, has now had three rewrites, and I feel good about the content

So I’m going to take the advice given in the Blood-Red Pencil blog to do one thing every day toward getting my book published and marketed. Actually this is a pretty good goal for any project.

Blog pick of the day.

Blog pick of the day.

Bean Pat: The Wanderlust Gene http://tinyurl.com/nx9qv3m  If you love trees, you’ll love this blog.

A Seedy Question

     “A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search for truth or perfections is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life. – Lewis Mumford

I bet you can easily guess what kind of seeds come from this California poppy. -- Wikimedia photo

I bet you can easily guess what kind of seeds come from this California poppy. — Wikimedia photo

Mystery is the Spice of Life

OK. You’re not supposed to look a gift horse in the mouth.  “It’s the thought that counts and not the gift,” my mama drilled into me.

But do you know what these seeds and spices are? I think I've correctly guessed all but the top right. The two white ones are just special salts.

But do you know what these seeds and spices are? I think I’ve correctly guessed all but the top right. The two white ones are just special salts. — Photo by Pat Bean

I took the lesson to heart, which is probably why I get disgruntled when I hear anyone complain about something that was given them. That’s just downright rude – but then I have no problem with re-gifting as long as the giver never finds out, and one truly believes the gift is something someone else can truly use. Is this hypocritical?

That said, I’m puzzling – not complaining – over a recent gift I received from a friend. She’s a chef, and she knows I love to cook. So she gave me some special spices, individually packaged in plain white envelopes.

Then she laughed, and said that I add to figure out what the spices were.

I guess it’s a good think I love to solve mysteries.

Blog pick of the day.

Blog pick of the day.

Bean Pat: Story Fix http://tinyurl.com/m5cq2t2  Great blog for writers, and this post is a gem, even if you don’t like barbecue.

Geography Questions

  “Often while reading a book one feels that the author would have preferred to paint rather than write, one can sense the pleasure he derives from describing a landscape or a person, as if he were painting what he is saying…” – Pablo Picasso

The Vermillion Cliffs in Northern Arizona is part of the Mongollon Rim. -- Photo by Pat Bean

The Vermillion Cliffs in Northern Arizona is part of the Mongollon Rim. — Photo by Pat Bean

The Mongollom Rim

            I don’t quite agree with Picasso’s reasoning. While I do think of painting a landscape when I’m writing, I’m totally satisfied doing it with words. But then finding the right words to let a reader see a specific place never comes easy – at least it doesn’t for me. And reading about a place in a book often never satisfies me.

Oak Creek Canyon, which follows the Mongollom Rim between Flagstaff and Sedona, Arizonia. -- Photo by Pat Bean

Oak Creek Canyon, which follows the Mongollom Rim between Flagstaff and Sedona, Arizona. — Photo by Pat Bean

Take this morning, for example. I was reading a chapter in “The Desert Southwest: Four Thousand Years of Life and Art,” and within a few sentences, authors Allan and Carol Hayes, mention the Mongollom Rim, the 38th Parallel (which of course made me think of the Korean conflict dividing line) and the Tropic of Cancer.

Now while all three terms were familiar to me, I didn’t know exactly how their locations were being used in reference to the American Southwest. Having a mind that must be satisfied, I did a bit of research.

First I found a map that followed the 38th Parallel around the world, and learned that it bisected the United States north of San Francisco, south of St. Louis and south of Washington D.C.

Next I refreshed my memory on the Tropic of Cancer, which bisects Mexico south of the U.S. border, and relearned that it is the circle of latitude on Earth that marks the most northerly position at which the Sun may appear directly overhead at its zenith. This imaginary line is called the Tropic of Cancer because when the Sun reaches the zenith at this latitude, it is entering the tropical sign of Cancer.

So from this, I knew the area referred to in the book was located south of San Francisco and north of Baja California Sur.

I knew more about the Mongollom Rim because of my travels across this country, and knew I had crossed it quite a few times, but didn’t remember exactly where. The rim is the edge of the Colorado Plateau, and often the dividing line between landscapes below 5,000 feet and above 8,000 feet. Pin-pointing the rim on a map, I realized I had recently followed along it when I drove from Phoenix to Flagstaff on Highway 17.

And now you know what my wondering-wandering brain was up to this morning.

Blog pick of the day.

Blog pick of the day.

Bean Pat:  Losing Leroy http://tinyurl.com/pteym6y I once met Leroy. And this blog brought tears to my eyes – but joy, too. My mother

Pepper and Dusty

A friendly game of tug of war between Dusty, left, and Pepper. -- Photo by Pat Bean

A friendly game of tug of war between Dusty, left, and Pepper. — Photo by Pat Bean

   “A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same.” – Elbert Hubbard

Best Friends

They like to wrestle, too.-- photo by Pat Bean

They like to wrestle, too.– photo by Pat Bean

Most late afternoons my friend Jean and I meet for a bit of chit-chat with our dogs.

I treasure such time with a friend. And so do Pepper and Dusty, who are friends, too.

Everyone needs friends.

Blog pick of the day.

Blog pick of the day.

Bean Pat: Top 10 http://tinyurl.com/pb6ruhe Flowers that look like animals. This is amazing.

 

Characters

“Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don’t turn up at all.” – Sam Ewing

“Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character.” – Albert Einstein

My mother riding on the back of my brother's motorcycle when she was in her 70s. She was a real character, worthy of being a role mode for my fictional characters.

My mother riding on the back of my brother’s motorcycle when she was in her 70s. She was a real character, worthy of being a role model for my fictional characters.

Thinking About Creating Them

Back in my early teen years, I thought the way to be liked was to be nice and smile all the time. And it worked. But over the years, it turned me into a thin character, one whom people may have liked, but gained me little respect.

I love Maxine's character. Don't you?

I love Maxine’s character. Don’t you?

It took my mother, a feisty, plain spoken, quick-tempered, cigarette smoking (until she quit cold turkey at the age of 76 because the “damn” things became too expensive), to make me look at things differently. My kids adored her, and I had to wonder why.

It was her rough edges. And so, while I’m still nice and do smile

One of my favorite characters was Molly Ivins Now that's whom I would like to grow up to be.

One of my favorite characters was Molly Ivins Now that’s whom I would like to grow up to be.

a lot, I began to let the imperfect edges of my character leak out. I liked it – and evidently so did others because I gained more friends, and one of the nicest compliments I ever received was from a younger friend who told everyone “I want to be just like Pat Bean when I grow up.”

Currently I’m involved in a writing project with my oldest daughter, Deborah. After attending a writing workshop together,about the value of writing 20 minutes a day that Len Leatherwood taught during the Story Circle Network conference in Austin last month, we are both doing just that. Her project is a fantasy book that she has been playing around with for years. Mine is also a fantasy book that I’m making up as I go.

To keep us on track, we’ve established a slackers’ jar that is collecting quarters, one for each day one of us doesn’t write on our projects for 20 minutes a day. So far I’ve contributed a $1 to the jar, and my daughter only one quarter. She is also writing more in her 20 minutes a day than I am.

Right now I’m stuck on giving my characters character – the same way I was stuck for far too many years giving myself one. Ouch!

Blog pick of the day.

Blog pick of the day.

Bean Pat: 20 Minutes a Day http://lenleatherwood.wordpress.com/ Thought you might want to see Len’s blog after I mentioned her. She mostly sits down at the end of her long days and writes whatever pops into her head.. It’s kind of a public diary, but I’ve gotten inspiration from many of those blogs. She is also an illustration, compared to me who must write early in the day or I don’t write, of how different writers write.

Saguaro Blossoms

“Earth Laughs in Flowers. ” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

And the Birds Take Notice

This saguaro, which sits in the front yard of my daughter's home, is only about 20 feet tall. That was tall enough, however, for this white-winged dove to feel safe while I took its photo. -- Photo by Pat Bean

This saguaro, which sits in the front yard of my daughter’s home, is only about 20 feet tall. That was tall enough, however, for this white-winged dove to feel safe while I took its photo. — Photo by Pat Bean

The saguaro cactus are blooming here in Tucson. I see them everywhere I look these days.

I photographed this gila woodpecter on a nearby saguaro. -- Photo by Pat Bean

I photographed this gila woodpecter on a nearby saguaro. — Photo by Pat Bean

This  slow-growing cactus can reach heights of 40 or more feet, but it takes a long time  to gain that height. If you see a saguaro that’s over five-feet tall, you can pretty much count on it being at least 50 years old.

This plant is often not much taller than 2 inches at age 10.

Saguaro cacti have one tap root that reaches down through the soil 5 feet or so to find water, but most of this plant’s roots sit barely three inches below he ground.

It’s an amazing plant, and one of the many things I’m coming to like about living in the Sonoran Desert — especially when they attract the birds I love to watch.

Birds, by the way like this plant, too.

Blog pick of the day.

Blog pick of the day.

Bean Pat: Enchantment http://tinyurl.com/ka2bxnw But then I love the magnolia trees, too, which don’t grow in the dry desert. They prefer the humid South.

 

 

Necessities of Life

I was driving across West Texas before dawn last month, when the sun began to rise. I stopped on the side of the road to capture it. I drove on with renewed energy and a heart full of thankfulness. -- Photo by Pat Bean

I was driving across West Texas before dawn last month, when the sun began to rise. I stopped on the side of the road to capture it. I drove on with renewed energy and a heart full of thankfulness. — Photo by Pat Bean

“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.” – Dalai Lama

“A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.” – Henry Ward Beecher

Civilization is the limitless multiplication of unnecessary necessities.” – Mark Twain

These Are Mine

A Southern Idaho sunset.

A Southern Idaho sunset.

My online writing circle’s recent writing prompt was to write about what we considered necessities.

So after taking away air, food, clothing and shelter – which are really the true necessities – I came up with this list:

Sunrises to let me know I’ve survived another day.

Hugs from family and friends.

Interesting conversations from any and all.

Books to make me think or simply escape.

Time to myself to ponder and wonder.

Daily walks to keep my old limbs moving.

Hot baths to ease my old joints and make me feel like I live in luxury.

Art to bring out my creative side.

Travel to explore new places and to learn new things about myself.

Transportation to get from one place to another.

My canine companion, Pepper, to keep me from ever being lonely.

Daily writing, which is as important to me as daily breathing.

Sunsets so I know I’ve made it to the end of the day, and simply because of their wondrous beauty.

Sleep so I can enjoy all of the above.

So do you think I want too much? And what do you consider your necessities?

Blog pick of the day.

Blog pick of the day.

Bean Pat: Swimming with Green Sea Turtles http://tinyurl.com/kqqd4gp  I once swam with sea turtles, off Buck Island in the Caribbean. What great memories.

Great book, great art from my bookshelf.

Great book, great art from my bookshelf.

“The soul becomes  dyed with the color of its thoughts.” Marcus Aurelius

I Like Color

A page from the book, and one of my favorite paintings by Donna.

A page from the book, and one of my favorite paintings by Donna.

Totsymae commented on “Cowgirl Rising,” one of the books on my bookshelves that I gave readers a peek at yesterday. The comment gave me a laugh, but reminded me that I hadn’t looked at this particular book recently.

It’s an art book featuring the works of Donna Howell-Sickles, whose work I first saw at the Cowgirl Hall of Fame in Fort Worth, Texas. I immediately fell in love with her work. I saw her huge, colorful art again at an art gallery in Jackson, Wyoming, a half dozen or so years ago.

Totsymae’s comment on yesterday’s blog  encouraged me to simply spend some time with Donna’s book. All I can say now is “Thank you Donna for once again giving me such pleasure, so much so that I simply had to share your work with readers.”

So enjoy all. And a big Bean to totsymae at wordpress.com for your comment.

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