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Sunday, August 13, 2017

Peaceful Perspectives


Do you prefer original ideas from a famous author?
"Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding." - Ralph Waldo Emerson


The practical sound of science? 
"Peace cannot be kept by force. 
It can only be achieved by understanding." - Albert Einstein


Or...
 Do you find hope and strength in faith? 

"If we have no peace, 
it is because we have forgotten
 that we belong to each other." - Mother Teresa



Sunday, August 6, 2017

Beat the Heat at the Library on the 12th!

Saturday, August 12th!
Hobnob with local authors next weekend--
or
if you're the shy type and socializing isn't your thing, at least come 
say hello to me---Eve Gaal--I'm the author behind this blog--Intangible Hearts and the previous one: The Desert Rocks. I'll be showcasing and signing my novel
Penniless Hearts and a short novella: The Fifth Commandment.

I will also have on hand copies of an
 anthology about women, titled
 Theories of Her which features three of my poems. 

 Libraries are treasure troves 
of information and discovery.
 Create a family experience by 
meeting other immensely
 talented authors of 
children's books, young adult books, non-fiction, poetry,
 local history, non-fiction, even fantasy books. 
Readers of all ages are welcome!


The event is at the Feldheym Central Library 
at 555 W. 6th St. 
San Bernardino

1:00 p.m. to 5:30 p.m.

Hope to see you there!

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Night Swimming

Fiona the wild rescued Chihuahua sent away the ducks but they kept coming back. They were sneaking in at night for moonlight swimming in our lap pool.
It sounds romantic but they were also not using Charmin bath tissues or even those newfangled flush-able wipes. The pool guy would clean around the gluey mess at the bottom and insist on higher fees for managing the indelicate mess. The bacteria level made it a risky swim akin to jumping in a toddler pool after lunch. And the area around the pool became dangerously slippery and downright disgusting.


 Finally, after many silly ideas such as a scarecrow which didn’t work and looked ugly, and a small toy crocodile in the shallow end that also didn’t work, because California ducks have never seen crocodiles, thus have no reason to fear them, we came up with a creative solution. We found a metal sculpture of a menacing peacock. Once painted—it looks realistic and bam—no more ducks. 

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Dog Days!



 Dog Days of Summer!
This is Pinky and Fiona sitting in the pleasant morning rays.

Did I mention it’s the dog days of summer around here? I am super appreciative for a daytime high of only 112 here, as opposed to the scorching heat at my previous residence located in the Coachella Valley, where I recall heat-waves over 120 degrees. We lived in the desert town of La Quinta for over eight years and what made it difficult was that it often doesn’t cool down at night. The surrounding clay mountains suck up the heat and radiate it back out during the entire evening. It sounds lovely in theory but I remember 95 at midnight. The adjacent city is understandably called Thermal. The temperatures out there are so high that the meteorologists don’t even mention it on the Los Angeles news channels, because then no one would want to play golf, and few would want to visit the gorgeous resorts.

Of course those same forecasters talk it up in winter, attracting snowbirds from the coldest part of the planet.  Unbelievable as it may sound, La Quinta’s weather occasionally competes with the highs in Death Valley. I think where we now reside is probably located half way between both of those places.

Lucky for me, I prefer warm, dry heat and thus Desert Rocks— is the name of my creative writing company. We all have limits and there's also something called a heat index that describes how humidity creates an ugly heat that feels hotter than mere degrees. Here’s my dry weather meter:

1.       75-Perfect weather for almost every outdoor activity. (Especially dining Al fresco).
2.       85-Nice but don’t ask me to do any gardening. (Honestly, I don’t pull weeds or do windows in any weather.)
3.       95-Let’s go swimming!
4.       105-Maybe I’ll read a book or take a nap. 
5.       110+Plus--Put on the air-conditioning and no one gets hurt.




REMEMBER;
 NEVER LEAVE A CHILD
 OR PET IN A HOT CAR!!!
 
Pinky is becoming overheated in this picture.
Her tongue and body language indicates
 that she needs to go inside where it's cooler.


How about you? What’s your limit? 

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Abundant Love and Crosses

Luke 15:7-Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.


One at a Time
Eve Gaal

Imagine my bewilderment at coming across this
collection of crosses probably made in China.
The cynic in me laughed--
maybe my dark side.
While the best in me hailed it as an achievement
here in our egocentric
capitalistic society.
A display of blatant commercialism
necessitated by
those who thirst for life.

But does it matter?
If even one human being
perhaps while making these crosses,
painting them, packing them, stacking them
begins to believe?
If one sailor on a
giant freighter crossing
through the Panama Canal
lifts one of these boxes and peeks inside.

They’ll decorate walls,
lonely  halls or
the side of roads where hate may have raged.
One mind that reconsiders,
forgives—
a family kept together--
a marriage saved.
A tribute to the fallen--
a comforting memory,
a marker of love.

If only one,
eye rests on the symbol and prays?
If one teenager who loses a friend to drugs
takes a tearful gaze
at the commemorative cross
reflecting on ‘why’.
If one life is saved,
from the clutches of doom—
the fire and fumes--
and one heart has turned toward God--
He will rejoice and be glad.



Jesus said to them, "I am the bread of life; he who comes to Me will not hunger, and he who believes in Me will never thirst.”

Monday, June 12, 2017

Social Media Hearts--(A Poem)


Look at the world,
where varied types of hearts commingle.
Some seem fully oxygenated,
gassed up
ready to whirl over others like a lawnmower.
Delete key overload,
parental controls,
a pack of unfriended hearts--
who had once made us smile.
Adult supervision lingers as
spiritual guidance,
legal representation,
group administrators,
and an authoritative boss.
Assisted living pulls hearts into
managed care and hospice.
One end is another beginning.

Wary hearts meekly gasp for air,
a word,
perhaps a meal.
Some are fearful and alone--
they kick--
act embarrassed—
ashamed of the past.
Sad hearts often find themselves mortified to be human.
They feel the species is regressing--
it does sound rather depressing.
And science invented a pill,
increasing serotonin--
flowing with emotional  dopamine
numbing like legalized cannabis.
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland.
Watch the news—hear the fire and the missiles--
see handsome soldiers break their mother’s hearts.

There are evil hearts that stab with knives made of sarcasm.
Sometimes they crawl into the recesses of their ventricles
pushing their own bloody convictions
behind an alias,
a nameless heart.
Cowardly hearts that prey
without a spine.
Waiting for a payoff?
Or simply inebriated?
Unattached and disloyal knights
who don’t care about anybody’s heart.   

Courageous hearts peacefully march for rights.
They proudly protest unfairness.
Stomping out bad hearts with vocalizations,
banners and communal prayer.

Like a roller-coaster—hearts can skyrocket at the medical center.
Hearts come and go.
On foot or carried on a stretcher.
Some have stitches and stents--
some turn to God and repent.
Wild ones twirl like overjoyed ballerinas.
Some people paint dreams around their heart like a picket fence.
They weave through clouds on multi-hued fantasy creatures,
and sing or write poetry about grateful hearts.   
Some are volunteering,
rescuing, knitting or putting out fires.
Millions of magnificent hearts connect into a loving tapestry.
But can honest hearts keep the good from unraveling?
Can we manage the truth behind our limitations,

while guarding innocent hearts?
In Time of Harmony by Paul Signac 1893


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by Eve Gaal