Rio Mora Wildlife Refuge: A treasure from the old west

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Rio Mora Wildlife Refuge, Watrous, New Mexico

Two weeks ago we sat on the rim rock above the  Mora Valley in northern New Mexico and listened to the  call of a raven, breathed in the scent of sun on pinion needles, and thought how lucky we were to be here, in this protected piece of land with no cars, no garbage, no amenities, no other humans. All that was missing was a glimpse of the resident herd of "buffalo" (American Bison). We knew the odds of our seeing them in this 42,000 plus acre Refuge, were pretty low, so we were happy with hiking about, checking out old stone outcroppings, trying to identify the birdsong.

And then, just as we were about to leave and explore the ghost town of Loma Parde, out from behind a big pinon below us walks a big bison, then another, and another, cows and calves and yearlings all stretched out like a string of ancient, furry, black pearls.

The herd of American Bison at the Rio Mora Wildlife Refuge near Watrous, New Mexico. We were sitting on a cliff above the valley, admiring the view and the old stone house, wondering if we would be lucky enough to see "the buffalo" some time during the day, and then they came in a long string out of the junipers and pinions. Some of the yearlings hopped about and head-butted each other.

Be sure and support your local National Wildlife Refuge. Without the open land, without contact with animals and birds, we will all be less human.

 

 

Maya Angelou: A Lesson in Living, Learning, and Writing

images “I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. 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 (http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/3503.Maya_Angelou)

Here is the gift of Maya Angelou, that ability to speak directly from her heart into your heart. How does she do this, and with so much power and authority? How does she make us listen and believe her? What rhetorical techniques does she use?

She speaks from the first person, from the powerful “I” of her personal experience. Each one of these sentences holds a story from her life. Each one could become a poem, a short story, a novel.

She uses repetition. In these 212 words she repeats “I’ve learned” at the beginning of 11 of 12 sentences. That repetition is like a drum beat, she becomes the woman of power and experience who is standing on stage, stomping to the rhythm of her experience, drilling that rhythm into your heard, demanding that you listen, that you learn from her. It is the same rhythm, the same demand, made by Dr. Martin Luther King when he repeated, again and again, “I have a dream.”

In the third to the last sentence, Angelou introduces the word “people” and then repeats “people” three times in the last sentence. Angelou is an artist who writes and speaks with passion but never without knowledge of the power of her words. There was a reason for the wording and order of the last three sentences (about people, about herself, about people again). I wonder what that reasoning was, what more was she telling us by the order and positioning of her words?

If you want to strengthen your writing, chose a piece of writing that moves you. Take the time to break it down, analyze the author’s techniques. See what you have learned that will make you a more powerful writer.

How Dr. Suess, Ferdinand the Bull, and Black Beauty can make make your child (and you) smarter

233093 Yesterday, April 2, was International Children's Book day. I was at a Soroptimist meeting and we were asked, "What was your favorite book as a child?"  The responses were varied, mostly predictable. Animal lovers like me had Black Beauty and Lassie; Hans Brinker and the Silver Skates; Little House on the Prairie; The Pokey Little Puppy; James and the Giant Peach; Tom Sawyer; Horton Hears a Who.

But there was an important theme. Those adults who had been read to  when they were children were enthusiastic about books and stories and were grateful to their parents. There were a few there who had not been read to, and that made me sad and made me very grateful to my parents. I can still hear my mother's voice reading all of the Oz books to us, Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, The Little Colonel, The Bobbsey Twins, Snick, Snack, and Snurr, the Little Engine Who Could. And I remembered the years of reading to my children, loving the flow of the sentences in Roal Dahl books, the plots and images in the House at Green Knowe, the adventures of the Great Brain, the rhymes and stories of Dr. Suess.

I realized that by reading to me, my mother gave me the gift of loving stories and words and that made school much easier for me. She also created a line that moves from her to me to my children and someday on to my grandchildren.

So, if you want your children to succeed as adults, to know that you love them, and to have a love of books, take the time to read with them. Go to the library, pick out a book, sit together and share the story.

What is your favorite book from when you were a child?

Andrew Kaufman's Rules for Inventing New Words

Here is today's tip on  becoming a better writer: We can get boxed in by our own language and limit the way we see the world. What if, as an individual, you started expanding your language, creating your own words? You might find the box you were living in becoming larger, having flexible sides, forming cracks where light started shining through. You might laugh more.

What if, as a writer, you started making up your own words? Think about the new energy that could come into your writing, the fun that you could have.

Read Andrew Kaufman’s blog, "We Need to Invent New Words", and practice the rules on inventing new words. When you find out what a cidiot is, you will be on the road to being a better writer.

Look what fun Lewis Carroll had with the Jabberwocky poem in Through the Looking Glass

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
 All mimsy were the borogoves, 
And the mome raths outgrabe.

`Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
 The jaws that bite, the claws that catch !
Beware the Jujub bird, and shun
 The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand: 
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
 So rested he by the Tumtum gree, 
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
 The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, 
Came whiffling through the tulgey wook, 
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
 The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
 He left it dead, and with its head 
He went galumphing back.

`And has thou slain the Jabberwock? 
Come to my arms, my beamish boy! 
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!
 He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
 All mimsy were the borogoves, 
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Writing a Historical Memoir: Prairie Journey by Frances Bonney Jenner

Frances Bonney Jenner

Prairie Journey by Frances Bonney Jenner

Memoir can take on many different forms.  If you have ever been curious about what life was like at a given time in history, how an individual might have reacted to trying circumstances, historical memoir may be for you. It is a challenging form, as it requires the author to research the historical period and events thoroughly and at the same time to creatively see the world from their characters’ eyes.

Fran Jenner has done both in her engaging story of Samantha and her trek from Missouri to California. Fran, a librarian, is a dedicated writer and researcher. During the five years that she worked on Prairie Journey she traveled the route that Samantha and her family would have traveled to get a sense for what life was like camping on the Great Plains. Fran also attended Green River Writers Workshop every summer in Las Vegas, New Mexico, reading her work and receiving feedback. She worked closely with her editors, Gerry and Lorry Hausman to bring just the right tone to the book. A writer needs to read. If you are interested in writing historical memoir, read Prairie Journey. It will teach you lessons of writing and of life.

Here's what Fran has to say about Prairie Journey

12-year-old Savannah Clarke lives with her sister Faye and parents on a farm in Missouri. But their land’s worn out and her father insists they find new land in California, 2000 miles away. It’s 1850 and the journey will take months in a covered wagon pulled by oxen. Savannah knows her heart and it says “stay.” Stay with her best friend Mark living just a hair’s breadth away, with newborn pigs suckling in the barnyard, and peach trees bursting into bloom come spring. Still, she has no choice; she must go. Even though there’s trouble ahead and tragedy and there’s nothing she can do to stop it.

                                                 Irie Books, 2012

Available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble on-line

 

 

 

Wendy the Wonder Horse

This is my horse Wendy in the summer of 2007, a few months after we had brought her to the mountains in New Mexico. Wendy was part Appaloosa, seventeen hands high. She had a sweet temperament. She had spent several years in a large corral in desert country, kept from her food by other, more aggressive horses. When she came to us, she was thin, covered with scars from bites from the other horses. She stood in the middle of our field and did not seem to know how to eat fresh grass. She was shy with us. But all that changed quickly. She thrived on the fresh green grass in our valley. She was a great horse to ride ,with a smooth trot, sure footed on mountain trails and beautiful to watch when she ran around the field. We have learned that grey horses are susceptible to skin and eye problems from the sun. Last year Wendy developed "Moon Blindness". She lost the sight in her right eye and soon after, in her left eye. This winter we learned that she had cancer in her left eye.

On February 2, on the advice of our veterinarian who had been treating her, we had her put down. She was 15 years old, a beautiful, otherwise healthy horse and that was a difficult decision.

We have decorated the place where she is buried with turkey feathers, rocks, and flowers.

We miss Wendy and we still call her Wendy the Wonder Horse.

 

Gerald Hausman publishes "Rastafarian Children of Solomon"

Watch for another new book by Gerald Hausman, coming out in early March,
"Rastafarian Children of Solomon." Gerry brings to this book his gifts of clear writing, extensive research, and years of deep friendships and personal experience from spending time in Jamaica.
Here is the review from Publishers Weekly:
Hausman first went to the north coast of Jamaica in 1985, and for 10 years he led an outdoor-experience summer school there. He came to know Jamaica from the “inside out,” developing deep friendships with an intriguing cast of Rastas, who trace their lineage to King Solomon, “the wisest man on earth.” Hausman skillfully connects the lives and beliefs of these peaceful and resourceful people—fishermen, wicker weavers, Rasta preachers, respected elders, and wise men and women—through heartfelt conversations that arise spontaneously while sitting under the shade of a pimento tree, in a dusty yard, or by firelight in the cool evening ocean breeze. Rastafarian spiritual wisdom, recounted here in authentic Jamaican patois, emphasizes equality: an unwavering faith and hope in the holy spirit that lives in each human being. As followers of the Kebra Nagast—the African gospel excised from the King James version of the Bible—these Rasta “old ways” are epitomized by a statement from Jesus: “According to your faith, be it unto you.” (Mar.)
Reviewed in Publlishers Weekly on: 02/11/2013  http://www.publishersweekly.com/978-1-59143-154-1