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Name: Gigi
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Interests: Language acquisition, rock climbing, mountain biking, camping, event planning, globe trotting, dabbling in poetry and prose
Expertise: Former radio personality with communications background (B.A. in Mass Media Communications). Also served as department head for Foreign Languages for a private school, as well as translator/liaison for TV Guide. Still does voice-overs for radio and TV commercials from time to time, just completed a B.S. in French while setting her sights on living in Europe or Asia and hopes to obtain a Graduate Degree in Education with an emphasis on Ecology and Culture.
Occupation: Voice-over talent
Industry: studio recording


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Member Since: 12/21/2005

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Tuesday, June 09, 2009

new blogs

Welp,

I've been busy writing lately as you can see... I'm making writing a daily habit at the moment, since I need to gear up for grad school where I will be writing a lot!

Habits can be a really positive thing or a very negative one.  We all choose whether we allow events and people in our lives to make us bitter or better.  The habit of thinking positively (or with faith) does not happen naturally.  It has to be cultivated like any other habit.
 
I'm a firm believer that what we focus on is what we'll get in life. If we focus on negative thoughts, we get more negative thoughts and bad things in our lives. If we focus on the positive, we reap a harvest of lovely, positive things and people and JOY! And THAT is what I want to attract to my life. 

And so as you already know I've started a website and a blog...I know! I know! How do I do it? Well, for one, I don't work full-time yet...so I'm pursuing all my various interests in writing. Imagination's Door has been my brainchild since the early 1990s...and I'm finally doing something about it. I started writing silly poems about a year ago. 60, so far and counting on http://imaginationsdoor.blogspot.com. Maybe I'll get them published one day.

And now for my latest blog site in prose. It's my experiment in happiness called Happy Snowflake Dance at http://happysnowflakedance.blogspot.com. I'll be blogging happy thoughts and meditations and maybe a humorous anecdote or two along the way. I'm just fascinated by people who are bubbly, buoyant, bright spirits...you know the kind...NOTHING keeps them down. They effervesce!
 
Feel free to leave your comments anytime.  I hope you'll join me in this experiment in making our world a happier, nicer place!

Peace and loads of joy to you!

Jana "GiGi" Garner,
Writer/ Poet/ Education Advocate
http://happysnowflakedance.blogspot.com (the happiness experiment)


Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Habitat

 Mt Tabor- view of Mt Hood

A habitat is a special place

with food, water, shelter, space.

Plants and animals sometimes leave traces

and sometimes we spy their little faces.

Shhhh! If we tiptoe, we might see

a rabbit or squirrel or bumble bee

or maybe a turtle asleep in the sun

or a lizard or tree frog having fun.

Shhhh! If we listen, we might hear

a cardinal or chickadee or a bluejay's jeer.

A habitat is a type of home, you know,

where plants and animals live and grow.

A habitat is a special place

with food, water, shelter, space!

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(I wrote this for the 1st graders who came on tour today at the Arboretum and Nature Center. They learned about the 4 things which make up a habitat- food, water, shelter, and space. I admit it's not my best work, but I was trying to keep it as simple as possible and to limit the vocabulary not only to a 1st grade level, but also to the types of organisms found specifically in the Houston Arboretum's ecosystem.)


The Mongolian Steppe

gers-steppe My sister is crazy and that's a fact!

She says she wants a Manchurian yak

and to live in a yurt, which is a kind of tent.

(I'm still not sure what she meant.)

But the thing that I don't understand

is why she'd leave our home for a land

where everyone lives in the open air

and camps out year-round on a giant stair!

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(I love puns. After taking a Master Naturalist Class on ecology, I was reminded that the Mongolian Steppe, Canada's tundra, and the Argentinian Pampas are all forms of grasslands. But ask a kid for a definition of "Mongolian Steppe" and you'll get something more like this rhyme.)


The March of Time

clock

Tic toc tic toc.

Seconds slip by my bedroom clock.

Minutes, hours, days and ages

vanish like the once famous sages.

Could the Mayans or Aztecs or Egyptian kings

have known the power of their time machines?

When did man become a slave

to calendars and schedules from birth to the grave?

Tic toc tic toc.

An epoch marches past my clock.

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(Inspired by an article on the discovery of an ancient clock, circa 150 BCE, discovered in 1901 by one of the first underwater archeological expeditions off the coast of the Greek island of Antikythera and Crete. An extremely complex gear machine, the Antikythera Mechanism could have changed all of western civilization had it not sunk to the bottom of the sea before reaching its destination- possibly en route to Rome. Dating back more than 2,000 years, this is one of the most complex machines ever discovered with its astronomical calculations.)


Echo Retold

waterhouse echo

Echo cheated jealous Hera

by chattering to distract her haughty gaze

from wayward Zeus' philandering ways.

Hera, enraged, threatened the nymph

and banned use of her voice at all

except to repeat in answer to someone else's call.

Echo wandered through the woods

and came upon a handsome boy

whose beauty filled her heart with neverending joy.

Narcissus heard someone follow him

and shouted aloud, "Who's here?"

But Echo could not answer, except to repeat in his ear.

Echo fell desperately in love

with Narcissus as he shouted again,

"Come!"  "Come," Echo replied in vain.

She ran to Narcissus deep in the woods,

but when they met, he spurned her affection

and turned to a nearby pool where he was drawn to his reflection.

Narcissus, enchanted by the sight,

fell in love with his own face

and could not tear himself away from that enchanted place.

So Narcissus perished with time

as a love-struck, selfish fool,

while Echo faded away for her unrequited love at the pool.

Now nothing remains but a simple, white flower

which grows in the wood each year

and a voice in the valley beyond which always repeats loud and clear.

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(Painting: John William Waterhouse- Echo and Narcissus)

Inspired by Kenneth C. Davis' Don't Know Much About Mythology and Waterhouse's painting.



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