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My dad passed on in August 2000. He worked 42 years for the Bethlehem Steel Corporation. In addition, he was a ‘jack of all trades. One of his favorite things was gardening. I ‘tagged around’ with my dad a lot and learned Electrical Fix stuff, carpentry, brick laying, tile laying, wall papering, how to fix a zipper, how to make toys out of wooden spools, dried gourds and walnut shells. He was VERY PROUD of his 2/2/22 birth date!

I also learned how to Entertain – by watching my dad do ‘silly Vaudeville act’ and ‘slapstick’ moves and phrases.

In honor of DAD’s day, I recalled a priceless moment. I used to like to go ‘fishing’ with my dad. The funny this is, we never caught any fish. The ONE time I caught a fish, I brought it home and put it in a bucket and watched it swim around. I COULD NEVER HAVE KILLED IT! My dad knew this and ‘took care of it’ when I wasn’t looking. I think my mom cooked it for him.

Because of the above, one time, when WE WENT FISHING, he just put an OPEN, Large Safety Pin on the end of a string attached to a stick. He let me sit on a bridge in Highspire/Middletown area – over the CANAL. He knew I ‘just liked the ACT of fishing and sitting’. Well, a man came walking towards us across the bridge at one point. The man inquired: ‘catch anything?’ I naturally started to pull the ‘makeship fishing apparatus’ out of the water.

NO! NO! my dad said. Just keep it in there. The man looked oddly after we said, ‘no’ and kept on walking. I realized, later – my dad KNEW I didn’t care to catch anything – so just to keep me happy – he rigged a fake fishing line and JUST LET ME SIT.

I would JUST SIT a lot – with my dad – there was no need for words. It was VERY EFFECTIVE communication. When he was ‘passing on’ – I would go to the hospital and JUST SIT. It’s how we communicated. Sometimes – there isn’t a need for words.

I was driving today and saw the personalized bumper display: 1AMB1C 1 (IAMBIC 1) Per Wikipedia: Iambic rhythms come relatively naturally in English. Iambic pentameter is the most common meter in English poetry; it is used in many of the major English poetic forms, including blank verse, the heroic couplet, and some of the traditional rhymed stanza forms. William Shakespeare used iambic pentameter in his plays and sonnets. [I notice these things and started a: DRIVE YOURSELF HAPPY! campaign via LAFOLOT.com by 'getting people to enjoy the GIFT of the PRESENT moment - by noticing interesting license plates while driving. This was ANOTHER GAME I learned from MY DAD! He would make funny words out of the 3 letters in the beginning of license plates.]

I figured the driver was announced that they were A POET! Another form of Communication in ART.

Sometimes, ACTing or ACTions speak louder than words – such as in a play or a relationship between a father and daughter.
Sometimes, adding a LITTLE RYTHM with an IAMBIC Pentameter or RAP beat helps to get the message across. When my dad passed on, I was the only one in his hospital room, and I told the young nurse on duty – the story about the SAFETY PIN FISHING LINE. It makes me smile – it has DAD written all over it!

I personally feel, the way to bring PEACE to the WORLD is to put an EMPHASIS on: THE ART OF COMMUNICATION

Whether it’s WRITING, SPEAKING, SINGING, POETRY, ACTING, JOURNALING – communicating with one’s self or with others. But, I feel there is a REAL NEED for THE WORLD to EXPRESS its needs, feelings, wants, desires – IN A HEALTHY WAY.

I think – like my dad – sometimes – we just need to SIT IN THE SILENCE and ponder life – through fishing – even if it’s with a safety pin.

The ART of Communication and NON-Communication – a priceless gift/skill to HONE.

Ha Ha Helen Szollosy of LAFOLOT.com
Living Life! and Laughing Often!
Living in AH! Mazement of it all! … and LEARNING A LOT – from DAD!

I was just sitting at a busy intersection, and observed a Crow ‘CALLING OUT’ – while sitting atop a power line. I had my car windows open, but even though I was near the crow, due to the loudness of a tractor trailer truck and other vehicle engines flying by, the Crow’s ‘CAW!’ could not be heard.

I thought, ‘how sad’ – this Crow has ‘something to crow about’ and no one – not even another crow, is able to hear.

I then thought, how many times in life do we have ‘something to crow about’ and WE aren’t heard nor noticed.

I am passionate about what I do, ‘Outlook Shift Engineer!’, Laughter Wellness (Healthy Socialization) and Healthy interaction through smiling and kindness – but so many times – I feel like this Crow – in the middle of a busy intersection, not being heard nor noticed.

I was cleaning my office this morning and noticed all the ‘THANK YOU NOTES’ and ‘NOTES OF APPRECIATION’ I have ‘salt and peppered’ around my desk. These ‘PRICELESS FORMS OF COMMUNICATION’ are highly cherished! I keep them around to ‘keep me going’ when I ‘FEEL LIKE THE CROW WHO WAS NOT HEARD.’

The ART of communication is a wonderful, priceless thing!
The ART of listening.
The ART of a kind word, a smile, a simple FREE-ly giving gesture.

I was driving along the road and saw a woman in the lane to the right of me, her window halfway down – and a cigarette in her hand. Normally, I would get very annoyed, because of not wanting to breathe in the smoke and I would be judgemental.

I did an OUTLOOK SHIFT at that moment, put on my CLOWN NOSE – looked to the right in the woman’s direction (my car window was up) and I WAVED and SMILED!

The woman instantly waved and smiled back at me. I felt good that I had ‘changed my outlook’ and chosen to SHARE A HEALTHY SMILE AND A WAVE with this soul – traveling on the same road of life as I.

May you have a day filled with ART-full, Kind, Free-ly given beautiful communication -

and while ‘THE MASSES’ may not HEAR you nor I – perhaps, like me – being the only one noticing the CROW ‘CAWING’ out its message – you, too – will have ‘one special soul’ with whom to share your message.

Ha Ha Helen Szollosy of LAFOLOT.com
Outlook Shift Engineer!
Live Life! Laugh Often!

The classic ‘Madonna and Child’, or was it ‘Christina’s World by Andrew Wyeth?

I work parttime at one of the large, local grocery store chains. I happened to be ‘monitoring’ the EASY SCAN lane. There are 4 unit/checkouts there, but none were being used at the moment.

Queue the modern art painting scene figures: Enter one Mother with a few items to purchase, followed by a beautiful young girl (woman) – her daughter? – in two. The daughter appeared to have Downs Syndrome. What a beautiful soul whose presence graced this moment I was observing!

The young girl (woman) had sandy blonde hair, was wearing a fresh/crisp, short-sleeved, waste length cotton top and a beautiful, ankle length fresh/spring print skirt. A vision in motion.

As her mother went about scanning her items, the young girl (as graceful as a Ballerina-in order to balance herself) placed one hand on the preparation area of the Easy Scan station opposite her mother. She then, GRACEFULLY, lowered herself, with ankles assuming a crossed position, to the floor. It was the most graceful move I had ever witnessed!

She then proceeded to sing in a low tone voice (which I appreciated due to having the same and always having felt LEFT OUT – till I found out as an adult – I have a torch singing voice). As she sang, she twirled a colorful strip or streamer about 12 inches long.

I stood at the Easy Scan monitoring station IN AWE of this ‘MODERN DAY ANDREW WYETH SCENE’! I said to the mother, who turned and smiled to me as I shared: ‘Wow! What a wonderful spot she has picked to sit and relax! It’s directly next to the magazines!’ The mother smiled and agreed.

I was so thrilled that this ‘young woman/girl’ had felt comfortable enough with herself to: MAKE HERSELF COMFORTABLE!

I was also thrilled to see how AT EASE the mother was – not quick to correct or ask her to ‘get up’. There was no one else around and it was the most PICTURE PERFECT moment!

I got to experience a MODERN DAY VERSION of ANDREW WYETH’S ‘Christina’s World’ or the classic painting: ‘MADONNA and CHILD’.

It was just the 2011 version. I didn’t have a camera, nor did I have an oil canvas, all I had was the opportunity to CAPTURE that moment IN MY MIND and IN MY HEART and see the BEAUTY of it – at an Easy Scan Checkout, nonetheless!

I knew I could, however, CAPTURE it in WORDS and hope that I have adequately portrayed the beauty I saw before my eyes – of the MADONNA AND CHILD in motion.

What precious moments are YOU noticing while out and about in the world today? You never know when they’ll appear in your path.

Have an art-filled, beauty-filled, heart-filled day!

Ha Ha Helen Szollosy of LAFOLOT.com
O.S.E. (Outlook Shift Engineer!)
How do YOU see YOUR world, today?

I got the opportunity to be an ‘unknown Angel Driver’ today -

I’m sure there are Many – ‘Angel Drivers’ who have been there for me – in the past! GRATITUDE!

I ‘had the right of way’ while driving down a lane in a Grocery Store parking lot.

Even so – a woman in an SUV ‘not being aware of the present’ – ‘perhaps she had her mind on LIFE’ -

pulled across the front of me to turn into the gas pump area of the Store’s Gasoline station.

I GASPED – was able to stop in time – and I noted a little girl in a child seat – in the back of the vehicle.

One second I was in the mode of ‘WHAT THE HECK IS SHE DOING!’

The next moment I thought: ‘THANK GOODNESS I was AWARE and PRESENT’ to help this woman and her child in tow –

to NOT have to deal with a parking lot accident!

I then thought – even with the times I’ve been BEEPED AT ANGRILY – when I hadn’t PURPOSELY had a moment like this woman – I’m sure there are MANY ANGEL DRIVERS that were AWARE and PRESENT and were there to SAVE THE DAY – without the recognition.

I’m glad I got to be this mom and child’s Angel Driver today –

I’m grateful for the AWARENESS of being able to have an OUTLOOK SHIFT and ENGINEER my thinking and reaction to a different direction –

a different attitude -

of gratitude.

Helen M Szollosy
OUTLOOK SHIFT ENGINEER! (O.S.E.)
Live Life! Laugh Often!
…a little kindness goes a long way!
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Little bird, little bird
Did you know it was me
Who set you by the tree
When your spirit flew free?

Little bird, little bird
did you hear me
as I thanked you
for having blessed this Earth with your presence?

Little bird, little bird
Little bird, little bird
I’m sure you heard. Peace.

As I walked towards SUBWAY at Windsor Park shopping center, today – I thought I saw a dark rag or paper on the ground. As I got closer, I realized it was a little black bird, with orange accents on its wings. It was about 2 feet from the sidewalk curb, perfectly in tact. I reached down to nudge it, it didn’t respond. It looked like it was asleep on its side. I slowly started to reach around it – in the event it was alive. There was no movement. I realized it was dead.

I didn’t want the beautiful creature’s body to be run over by a vehicle. I slowly, gently picked it up and took it over to a small cement-curbed island in the parking lot. It had a tree and two spirea bushes on either side. I placed the bird gently in the shade of the one spirea bush and said in my mind a little prayer: ‘Thank you little bird, for having graced this Earth with your presence.’

I felt the bird deserved a proper burial. A woman was walking towards me and asked, ‘Is it a bird?’ I let her know it had died. She immediately started to tell me how her children had been upset to find a dead bird in their driveway, and they had decided to give it a proper burial to make them feel better.

When I was taking a photo after feeling I wanted to write about it – another woman came over to ask what was up? I let her know I had found the bird and placed it by the bush, and was going to write a story about it. She said: ‘That was SO NICE of you to pick it up and bring it over here. She reached out to gently touch my shoulder.’ I told her I had said a blessing for it.

Just then, a young couple came walking by and asked what was going on. The woman told them and the guy called over: ‘Make sure you say a prayer for it!’

AH! MAZING! how much attention ‘little black bird with orange accents on its wings’ was getting. The 2nd woman that talked to me had noted: ‘ISN’T IT SUCH A PRETTY BIRD! What kind is it?’ I let her know I wasn’t aware, but also thought it to be so pretty.

It’s said that LIFE imitates ART. I say ART and ENTERTAINMENT imitates LIFE! Songs, plays, paintings are all done from FEELINGS about LIFE; about EXPERIENCES and HOW we VIEW Life situations! Life and Death are written and sung about all the time. Sometimes it’s a COMEDY, sometimes it’s written as a Tragedy. Sometimes, the audience is caught off-guard and feels AWKWARD that they are LAUGHING about the play topic of Life or Death. Isn’t it interesting?

Death, itself can bring up awkward feelings. I met a woman while working at a parttime job, yesterday. She was looking for a card to celebrate an elderly couple’s wedding anniversary – but the problem was – they had just lost a 2nd daughter to Lupus! The comedy/tragedy of the situation was – the daughter had been found dead in the garden. The wonderful thing was – the daughter did not have to go into a nursing home; she died doing what she loved, gardening. Can you see this scene in a play? Can you see and feel the awkwardness of the audience? Can you see how it could be done as an awkward-dark comedy or a tragedy – depending on how it is written?

A woman shared with me, that she was at her mother’s funeral. Her mother really HATED one particular song often sung at church. So WHAT did they play at her mother’s funeral? THAT SONG! What happend? The woman said she could HEAR her mother talking about it and the woman started to shake so strongly from laughing (at her mother’s funeral), that those around her thought she was CRYING and tried to console her, which made her laugh more!

The comedy and tragedy of life! I went to see the show SYLVIA at Little Theatre of Mechanicsburg, last Sunday. I sat there with my JAW DROPPED as I realized: ‘THIS PLAY IS EXACTLY HOW I’VE BEEN DEALING WITH MY LIFE THESE LAST FEW YEARS – with menopause and change of life!’ I sat in shock and laughed at the same time!

I’m GLAD that I was there today, to remove little black bird with orange wing accents from the road, before an unknowing vehicle would remove its identifiable form from site. I’m glad I got to see this beautiful creature, take it to a proper final resting place; and say a blessing of appreciation. I had just read a meditation magazine moments before; about appreciating everyone and everything I would encounter this day – and then – there it was LITTLE BLACK BIRD!

So little black bird inspired me to take its photo (ART), to WRITE a BLOG, and to WRITE a little poem at the beginning of this BLOG. What an INSPIRATIONAL Life and Death this little bird had on this Earth!

Thank you, little black bird – for CREATIVELY INSPIRING me! This one was FOR THE BIRD.

Helen Szollosy of LAFOLOT.com

Living Life! Laughing Often! and always remembering … ‘a little kindness goes a long way’ *tweet