Something for Everyone to consider……

Ernest Hemingway once said:
When people talk listen completely. Don’t be thinking what you’re going to say. Most people never listen. Nor do they observe. You should be able to go into a room and when you come out know everything that you saw there and not only that. If that room gave you any feeling you should know exactly what it was that gave you that feeling.
It’s a rare and profound gift to be fully present with someone, and yet, it’s something so few of us truly offer. Most people only half-listen, their minds already formulating their next words, distracted by their own thoughts, or zoning out entirely.
Imagine how powerful it would be if we listened more deeply—if we made a commitment to being fully engaged, to hearing and understanding not just the words, but the emotions and intentions behind them. Listening isn’t just about waiting for your turn to speak; it’s about absorbing what someone else is sharing and making them feel heard, valued, and understood. It’s about connecting on a level deeper than surface conversations, because when you truly listen, you open a door to empathy and genuine connection. And isn’t that what we’re all really longing for?
Beyond listening, there is also the art of observing, of truly noticing the world around you. When you walk into a room, take a moment to soak in everything. Notice the details—the way the sunlight filters through the windows, the color of the walls, the expressions on people’s faces, the way someone is nervously tapping their foot or laughing with their eyes more than their mouth. Most of us rush through spaces, our minds preoccupied and our eyes barely registering what’s in front of us. But there’s magic in paying attention, in being mindful of the small details that make every moment unique.
Think of the room not just as a physical space, but as an experience. Every room has a mood, a feeling, an energy. It could be the coziness of a room filled with laughter, the tension of a space where a difficult conversation just took place, or the warmth of a place that holds beautiful memories. The more we tune in to these subtle feelings, the more deeply we can understand our surroundings and the people in them. What gave you that feeling? Was it the way someone’s eyes lit up when they smiled? The scent of freshly brewed coffee that brought a sense of comfort? Or perhaps the distant echo of a song that stirred up a forgotten memory?
Being observant and emotionally aware in this way takes practice, but it also transforms the way you move through life. You become more sensitive, more attuned, more aware. You start to notice the way a friend’s voice softens when they’re talking about something they love, or the slight shift in someone’s tone when they’re hiding something. You begin to see and feel things that others miss entirely, and that awareness can lead to a richer, more connected experience of the world.
It’s a beautiful thing to be a person who listens with their heart, who observes deeply, and who feels fully. It means you’re not just drifting through life; you’re living it intentionally. You’re soaking in the fullness of each moment, aware of the beauty and complexity around you. It means you understand people better, because you’ve made the effort to see and hear them, to pick up on the nuances of their being. It means you can be the kind of person whose presence feels calming, because people know you’re truly there with them, not just waiting for your turn to talk or half-heartedly engaging.

So, when you’re in conversation, let go of the urge to plan your next statement. Take a breath, relax your mind, and give the person speaking your undivided attention. Let yourself be present, fully. When you walk into a room, slow down and really see it. Observe the details, feel the energy, notice the small things that make that moment unique. You’ll find that life becomes richer, fuller, and more meaningful when you learn to listen and observe completely. It’s not just about hearing words or seeing objects—it’s about feeling the fullness of everything around you. It’s about experiencing life, deeply and completely.

Best, Jay

Moments in Time…

At seventy, I’ve finally learned one of life’s hardest truths: not everyone you love is meant to stay. ✨

For so long, I believed love was enough. I thought if I cared deeply enough, held on tightly enough, people would remain in my life forever. But after seven decades, I understand—love isn’t always the glue we imagine it to be.

Life has its own rhythm. Some people step in gently, like a spring rain—soft, refreshing, full of new beginnings. Others arrive like a thunderstorm—loud, wild, unforgettable, but gone in an instant. And then there are those who drift away like autumn leaves—quietly, almost unnoticed, until suddenly the branches are bare.

When I was young, every goodbye felt like a wound. I thought departures meant I wasn’t enough to keep someone. Friends moved away. Relatives grew distant. Promises fell apart. I’d lie awake at night replaying conversations, searching for what I said wrong, what I could have done differently.

But time teaches what heartbreak cannot: people don’t always leave because of us. They leave because life pulls them onward. Careers relocate them. Illness shortens their days. Choices carry them in directions we can’t follow.

I remember the sting when my best friend from high school stopped calling. We had been inseparable—late-night talks, joyrides, sharing secrets we thought were the center of the universe. Then came adulthood. Jobs. Families. Silence. For years, I carried anger. How could someone who once knew me best simply vanish?

Decades later, I bumped into her by chance. We hugged, and for that moment it was as if no time had passed. I realized she hadn’t really left—life had just taken us on separate roads. And in that hug I finally saw: love doesn’t disappear when people do. It lingers in memories, in laughter you can still hear, in the way your heart softens at their name.

The deepest lesson came even later. One evening, as the sun sank low, I was sitting on my porch lost in thought when Clara—my oldest surviving friend—pulled into the driveway. We hadn’t spoken in months. She brought no gift, no apology, no explanation. She simply came. We sat side by side, watching the porch light flicker. Then she laughed, and suddenly we were twelve again.

That moment anchored me. I realized some people may not always be with you, but they are always for you. They may not call every week, but they’re the ones who answer at midnight when the world collapses. They remember your laugh. They see beyond your wrinkles and gray hair to the same soul you’ve always been.

Life isn’t about holding onto everyone—it’s about recognizing the rare few who hold onto you.

The hardest part, I think, is learning to let go. To release people without bitterness, without chasing, without begging them to stay when their chapter in your story has ended. Because letting go with love creates space—for healing, for peace, and for the people who truly belong.

I used to fear loneliness. I thought an empty chair or a quiet phone meant failure. But now I see it differently. Loneliness is proof that I dared to love. It’s the echo of my heart reaching for connection. And because of those absences, the ones who remain—the Claras of my life—shine even brighter.

At seventy, I know this much:

Not everyone is meant to walk beside us forever.
Some are only chapters, not the whole book.
And the ones who remain until the last page? They are treasures beyond price.

So if you’re grieving someone who has drifted away, hear this: don’t measure your life by the ones who left. Treasure the ones who stayed. Sit with them on the porch. Laugh at the same old stories. Keep the light on for them.

Because in the end, the story of your life isn’t written by those who walked out. It’s written by those still sitting beside you, no matter how many seasons have passed. ❤️

Best, Jay

Real Time at 88

From the Heart ….

This post is not going to win me many friends, but here goes.

We have a severe information problem right now. Not just propaganda in the common forms, but disparities in delivery and framing that change how we perceive the world for good or ill and impact our senses of justice, healing, and progress.

The truth of the matter, as far as I and my data can tell, is that Charlie Kirk happily courted and encouraged violence of many kinds and frequently dabbled in the sorts of us v them rhetoric that one might think had been relogated to the holocaust museum. Nowhere is this more clearly demonstrated that in the flurry of harassment, calls to violence and war, and automatic selecting of targets that followed in the total absence of good information after the shooting.

People knew who to assume because they knew who Charlie Kirk had been making an enemy of — and telling them to view as enemies. Leftists. Trans people. Especially trans people.

But that’s slightly aside from the point. In the wake of his death, all you could hear about is who his detractors were about to target and victimize. The rage permeated every bubble you could imagine.

But it is not hopeless, nor is this situation (the world in general) beyond healing — if we are willing to heal it.

If I put myself in the perspective of one of Charlie’s followers, on seeing the joy, indifference, and even celebration at his death, I would have to reasonably conclude that there is an entire swath of the country and the world that not only hates me but which would never allow me any sort of redemption or forward momentum.

It hasn’t been lost on me that people have gotten in SO deep into Kirk’s rhetoric that they considered him “moderate” in their spaces — so much so that Nick Fuentes and his Groypers found Kirk to be a threat to their political order — and they’re finding out the hard way about the world outside of their bubble now.

I don’t think Kirk can be redeemed from his legacy, no matter how much effort goes into white washing it at this point. Even if he had never said or done the horrible things he had, he still took hurting, isolated people and used them for his own political gain and fame.

But for his followers and for people who didn’t know what they’d slowly gotten into, we have to make a decision: do we want the only path forward to be war and conflict?

That’s it. If the answer is no, that we don’t want war and conflict, then we have to be willing to do the healing work that involves telling these folks that they are not the worst things they ever did and said and that there is a path foward and out of that dynamic.

There are a lot of people who are doing good work, not just the WLMN, to allow that healing and to prevent people from ever falling into that trap of hate — but that work is invisible right now because the drama, the violence, and the fear sell FAR better and easier to people who have come to view every other person in the world as a character in a political story rather than humans that we have to share this world with.

Nobody following Kirk’s lead has to end up remembered the way Kirk was. There’s a way, if they’re willing to step away, and things are not as hopeless as the world would have you believe. If you found yourself in his circles, fuck it, you can message me and I will personally talk to you about stuff and help you get out of that situation.

Shame on every media personality, including Kirk, who take the grievances of people and overload them until they explode out — offering no healing, no way forward, no progress. Hopefully our hate speech project can identify the actors sewing division and turning families on each other under the guises of video games and religion and put a stop to this.

But in the meantime, I know that hate is addictive and so is self righteousness. I mean it full well, if you got into his circles over time you can message me and I will talk to you like a real human being and at the end we may not agree on everything but I bet you’ll not see me as the enemy.

Treating each other like humans is the only way to establish a new way forward. I should know, I’ve sat down and had those conversations with hundreds of people who were active threats to my life and safety, and together we got them back to their happiness and away from political organizations that used their grievances for their own gain the way Kirk did.

Life!!!

I did not write this – but WOW does it speak to my heart!!! Worth the read.

Barely the day started and… it’s already six in the evening.
Barely arrived on Monday and it’s already Friday.
… and the month is already over.
… and the year is almost over.
… and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed.
… and we realize that we lost our parents, friends.
and we realize it’s too late to go back…
So… Let’s try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time…
Let’s keep looking for activities that we like…
Let’s put some color in our grey…
Let’s smile at the little things in life that put balm in our hearts.
And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left. Let’s try to eliminate the afters…
I’m doing it after…
I’ll say after…
I’ll think about it after…
We leave everything for later like ′′ after ′′ is ours.
Because what we don’t understand is that:
Afterwards, the coffee gets cold…
afterwards, priorities change…
Afterwards, the charm is broken…
afterwards, health passes…
Afterwards, the kids grow up…
Afterwards parents get old…
Afterwards, promises are forgotten…
afterwards, the day becomes the night…
afterwards life ends…
And then it’s often too late….
So… Let’s leave nothing for later…
Because still waiting see you later, we can lose the best moments,
the best experiences,
best friends,
the best family…
The day is today… The moment is now…

We are no longer at the age where we can afford to postpone what needs to be done right away.

[Shared]

POETRY

| WRITTEN BY KRAGE

Poetry Pop Poetry Blog

Put a pop of poetry in your day!

Rattle: Poetry

… without pretension since 1995.

Living Poetry

A group of poets and poetry readers.

Poetry Blog

I write poetry to express what's on my mind or how I feel

Poetry For Healing

Finding Your Words

New Zealand Poetry Society

Supporting and promoting poets and poetry in New Zealand

You And Poetry

Dear Stranger

Poetry Breakfast

Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.

Poetry Academe

Your sole poetry school

Morning Star Poetry

Light shall shine out of darkness!

DAYS OF OUR LIVES

The days of our lives

JAYSPEAK

Welcome to My World!

WORDKET

-Chase the Stories

RL WEB

MAKING LIFE BETTER

Chris Rogers The Actor

SAG-AFTRA Actor, WordPress Presenter, & Public Speaker