Love is Verbing

A poetic and alternative perspective on A.I.s pointing to 'everything is included'... A.I.s BREAK DANCING AI doesn’t care for gender, ownership or moral stance nor that we’ve made them into one thing there are countless A.I.s see them operate, write poetry and dance I break down the abbreviated name (‘A’ – artificial, ‘I’ – intelligence) and read a description much the same as the artificial ‘me’ somehow sensing ‘knowing’ is its substitute for instinct it can’t quite ever be content or…

[Following on from my post about kindom or kingdom... https://loveisverbing.bearblog.dev/kin-dom/] On my other 'legs' blog I wrote a heart-full post about not meeting folk where they are. Now - naturally - I'm rephrasing that! 'Meet folk where you both are: reality, 'this' and not where I think either of us are...' This is a truly worst case scenario if you think you have autonomy to change people and their ideas! But not if you meet them in your 'kin-dom'[see last post]. They may well be in a…

For those who didn't guess the waterfowl mentioned in this post: https://loveisverbing.bearblog.dev/cricket-4/ it was that little black and white bird called a coot. COOT became an acronym and a poem to inspire folk to designate a specific time to be unavailable online. Today that's become a habit for many, but back in 2015 it might have been quite a novel suggestion. Sadly, the acronym and the stunning logo a friend made to show it off stayed as hidden as a coot in the water weeds. Why was…

This week three tragedies made their way down the narrow valley of my consciousness. They remind me that 'tragic' and 'magic' are bedfellows. the first is, of course, the globally witnessed flash floods on the Tibet/Nepal border. Compassion and sadness arise unannounced. Our own problems or overwhelm suddenly seem minuscule - the terrible gift of others' misfortune. the second and third are personal and tiny in comparison, but both have brought to light some facts I'd ignored. A deluge of…

One has a ruler, one doesn't. One is in the common vernacular one is new. One is about ownership, one is about shared home-land/sky-scape. I'd like to introduce a new word for our time (long overdue): KINDOM. Perhaps you'd like to consider using it? Or at least changing the spelling, or deliberately losing the 'g'! Could we 'word spell' something more enchanting? I'm 'musin' and choosin'. Heads up this is a musing of the slightly rambling kind ... My imaginary dictionary entry might look like:…

Intrepidina the cricket stowaway in my suitcase made a ‘new leap forward’. She crossed an ocean, was cooped up in a suitcase and nearly died getting to her destination. Crickets, in China, are symbols of nobility, good luck and abundance. Also – of old – the Chinese considered crickets to be reborn relatives and would construct cages to keep them in – hence the title of this chapter, Cage. I, too, was caging myself in convenience, relying on my fiancé Chris for transport, as well more than I…

For regular bear blog readers here this may be useful. If you see a dash and PO at the end of a title of a post you’ll know it’s a poetical rather than prose. It might contain a bit of prose but for those who don’t go on poetics you’ll know to skip it! It’s slightly prompted by Robert Birming’s recent post about feeling empty and full… although the poetical was written quite a few years back. And pushes itself out into the blogsphere with a great whoosh of gratitude for the wording and verbing…

Hmm... well since it was never born it can never die. 'It' was/is/will never 'be' - life doesn't noun although humans appear to! Words appear to be 'pockets of power'. We make them into things. MEANING: starts with 'me' and are the same three letters as 'MEAsure'. Then becomes something ungenerous and tight: MEAN-ing. Trying to fix what cannot be fixed. SPELL-BINDING? Slightly more generous and fluid, but tied to words. ENCHANTING? Even more so, and enjoys the freedom of sounding... Verbing,…

Heads down, heart-felt ranting follows! Anyone on YouTube who doesn't pay for ads to be removed, will probably have been exposed to an aggressive barrage of videos promoting better articulation. For less than ten minutes a day for a month. These ads are seductive, yet pit shame, inequality, embarrassment and failure against pride, leadership hierarchy, self-confidence and 'success'. And they make me and some of my more discerning friends... SPIT! For a quarter of a century, voice coaching…

Reinvigorating 'Love is Verbing' with a lush green poetical to cool the eye, soothe the ears and quench the thirst for something less parched than currently being experienced in England and other countries...' Enjoy! GREEN CADENZAS The field is making music with the soft breeze its notes green arpeggios running across to a bar of hedge and into the crescendo-ing of willow cadenzas The beloved track ‘Move Closer’ is orgasming and ‘ooos’ squeeze and sound openings Neverywhere! The windscreen has…

First, humorous imaginary p.s. on my last post from cow on a.i. regurgitated by my elderly neighbor Jean - thanks. 'A.I.? You mean artificial insemination of course. Totally unnatural, but an awful lot easier.' Thought that was quite pertinent on reflection! And it put things in a greater perspective. So it's time to put my ruminating on a.i. in its place (and to a lesser degree what I post here on bear). Second, thanks to a bubbles blog which flagged how we're 'Salem-izing' a.i. I notice how…

I masticated my ruminations post my last post. Felt I'd fallen short of truly put hooves rather than shoes on. Ruminants: goat, ram and sheep, bull and cow (and in a way humans too, see last post). I heard them making their appropriate noises about ai: What or who is asking us? So, although I don't speak their languages, I have asked, listened and drawn - with the help of Ted Andrews' bible (Animal Speak) - on their symbolism. They left me with one useful IMO question. Jump to at the end if…

Currently re-engaging with bovines in the writing of 'The Book'... First, there's remembering that our babies have the same gestation period as cows. Curious. That got me 'chewing the cud'. Which got me wondering if - metaphorically - humans are ruminants too, only our stomachs are our brains? Ruminating is usually applied negatively. But ruminants - bovines, goats and sheep - need to digest slowly in order to live! Perhaps we do too? Seem to recall humans have four brains: right, left, heart…

A last p.s. to the series of 'habits' posts... ... thanks to a pheasant and a poem by John Clare. It relates to the looking out of the window and feeding of the birds which happens before my 'Q.T.' (Quality Time) writing/journalling/blogging: FEEDING HABITS I hide my habits in a gown of joy which seldom makes me frown the birds pour ink into my pen my habits - like the pheasant hen - are dressed in dull, they give no clues I'm 'break-feasting' on nature's hues which - unasked - every morning…

Following on from /habits-2 it occurs that... Habits are like children which you adopt, except you wear them. Don't let them wear you out! Like children they grow and you may eventually lose them. They may also find themselves getting handed down to your own children... I'm wondering what your favorite hand-me-down habit might be? And if you've ever been tempted to wear someone else's and whether it was a good or poor fit? My favorite hand-me-down is 'Off! Off! Off!' from my father, checking…

My last post /habits-1 suggested 'homing' as an alternative to habits. However, inhabiting the constants of my day has led to creating a 'capsule wardrobe' of useful repetitive actions. I think the following is the best way to wear habits well... like my real wardrobe (all of 13 inches wide) only keep a few classic habits rather than having a wall's worth of trendy ones which don't really suit you or are not even yours! wear habits loosely and occasionally try wearing them slightly differently…

I was going to write a series about habits and how I rather like them... Still do, and for me they're certainly more useful than 'strategies' (see end note). But I'm noticing that when things become habitual, acting is automatic and gathers the contempt they say arrives with familiarity. It's worse than that - the objects involved in habits disappear! My coffee cup disappears. Is it even a holder for coffee? The coffee no longer dances on my taste-buds but becomes a vehicle which I associate…

I got slightly addicted to blogging about blogging. Easy on this lovely platform since we're all bloggers or writers of one kind or another. I got indigestion so I'm wondering if you got it too? Overindulging on a wave of other blogging about blogging posts. Ah! And they even got my posts trending - oh shallow delights so sweet in the mouth but not so sweet in the stomach as they skew and dilute the content which I most care about. But it got me thinking about subject matter. And how as a…

It's very irritating. A bear blogger - just discovered via trending - is writing some IMO 'good stuff' which is appreciated. Much of it concerns creating habitual offline time, but no more clues here and this is far from critical, it's just plain irritating... What? E-mailing personally, or contributing to a guest-book, is at least engaging 'one-to-one'. And if you don't want either of those to be offered that's perfectly fine. Sometimes my engaging (usually thanks) has to be sent through the…

Could you and I help in creating some kind of metaphysical, energetic Fire Break as a contribution to dousing the wildfires sweeping Europe, some of the USA and some parts of the UK too? Subject of this morning's musing, not least because the horse charity I support is directly being exposed to the wildfires in Oregon. Fire needs fuel. Fire Breaks deprive it of anything bar 'hot air'. It dies. May be I could: stop fueling fires of doom and fear when conversing better appreciate the elements and…

Following on from my 'unanswered questions' post, questions have been asked and answered. Founder Herman, and Robert Birming, both sent swift, charming and illuminating replies. The pith is: Of the six figure number of accounts, 'the majority are inactive'... Inactive? Blogging less than one a month or two... That's a lot of bloggers active and inactive! Curious on the 'inactive' majority. Am surmising they are having a hiatus or abandoned or replaced their blogs without deleting the old one?…

This is a p.s. to the last post – ‘Cows do not f*ck’ about anthropomorphising. It now transpires most of the post was getting the meaning back to front! No apology if it was part of your reading… it has led us here and to what perhaps AI can ever ‘do’ – teach us what is really worth ‘knowing’? Came across the phrase ‘rat race’ via morning reading ahead of journaling [‘Meeting Life’ by J. Krishnamurti]. It may remind me which way round ‘anthropo-ing’ goes: rats simply move. I do not know whether…

It is necessary to address anthropomorphism and here is the best place to do so since I'm musing on bovines for my other writing. I was called a 'f*cking cow' by a dear friend in 2011, celebrating the publication of my first book about tea - 'Distinguished Leaves - poems for tea-lovers'. No one accused me of anthropomorphism when each tea turned into a character with human characteristics. Back to the cow. I had and have no qualms about being insulted - it was the result of arrogance on my part…

This demonstrates why I love bear reading - as an aside to bear blogging. Peeking at 'trending, recent and random' this morning, Robert Birming's post 'Blank Blogging counts too' caught my eye. Now, my 'problem' is the reverse of not knowing or having nothing to write about... There's a posse of post topics with notes attached waiting to be blogged about. It's which one? [Which is also an invitation to procrastinate in disguise and decide tomorrow!] And on top of that, there's also The Book on…

This follows on from my last post which was prompted by my first sighting of a Woodpecker here at The House of Light. But on 31st October 2017 at Wild Poplars - a static caravan residing in the winter quarters of a circus - a redheaded green woodpecker graced the lawn. I automatically found myself referring to Woodpecker as 'he'... That 'he' was a 'he'? No idea... But the pronoun usage was noticed, and gave rise to the poetical below. I saw, not for the first time, that pronouns are largely…

This morning Woodpecker (an adolescent) made its first appearance here at the House of Light. What an honour. Woodpecker is an old friend who I’ve come to love as deeply as they’s (that’s a poetical for Friday) penetrating bill digs into tree trunks. How fascinating they choose a branch of supposedly dead Elder to perch and feed from. Woodpecker interrupted (always reframed as divine intervening since my life is perpetually subject to it) my morning musing on the noun ‘adult’ and the verb…

These may be due to a lack of digging on my part, and it may be that the ‘not knowing’ adds to my joy of exploring. Nevertheless, I’ve been asked the first question below and since I’ve just learned about #bearcats and am a huge cat-lover, I’m allowing my feline curiosity to get the better of me… How many bear blogs are there? Is there a hidden group of ‘bear villagers’ which ever gets together some place? How do most bear bloggers discover bear? I arrived via Derek Sivers. I’m going to ask…

My kind of coding is in the form of ‘languaging’ without numbers or computer-speak, although respecting it makes you reading this possible. Coders will be all too aware that words are not always necessary... but we're writing here, right?/write? Sound is simple. ‘Ahh…! Hmm…? and a heavy sigh are pretty universally understood when we've got our senses in tow. Interspecies comms are more difficult (my bear – not bare! – legs blog amplifies)… So there’s zero inclination here to code, learn code or…

Way back in 2024 experimenting with different forms of 'languaging' happened. Daily presenting me with a different kind of challenge, one day was using verbs rather than nouns. I began 'kinning' as a result, adding the word 'kin' to the name of nouns deliberately, recognizing the energy of every apparent 'thing' and our connection. Many of my friends still call me 'Lizzie-kin' and I respond similarly to 'Helen-kin', 'Zoe-kin'. Why? The poetical below is better at explaining than noun-infested…