The View From Here Has Changed

The view from here is drastically different.

Many longtime followers will recall that I frequently photograph the big elm tree in my front yard. Sadly, it had fallen ill in recent years and was slowly dying.

This mighty elm that I grew up with, that provided shelter and shade to me and countless critters here on the ridge, was felled last month while I was in my blogging hiatus.

He was in bad shape and I had been in denial for some time. Still, he put up a good fight as he harbored a secret- a long ago forgotten piece of metal, embedded deep inside his trunk. That metal bit back at the logger’s saw.

I was proud of him right up until the end.

And so, my favorite tree is now a log and a pile of limbs in my front yard. Soon, I will begin working on a replacement that will give my view new perspective and will someday carry on the tradition of providing shelter to all who gather beneath its branches.

Perhaps it’s silly to mourn a tree in this way. If that’s the case, I don’t really care. That tree was a good friend, an object of beauty and an important part of my ecosystem. I have missed it every day and wonder if I’ll ever get used to the new view.

It is said that one who plants trees knowing they will never sit in their shade has begun to understand the meaning of life. Here’s hoping I live long enough to sit in the shade of whatever I plant here. Still, I like knowing that it will outlive me and will grow tall and beautiful for future generations of critters to enjoy.

Artificial Intelligence And Writing

English Catholic historian, politician and writer Lord Acton famously said “Learn as much by writing as by reading.”

There’s much wisdom in this idea.

Writing is a versatile tool for sorting through thoughts and ideas, through problems and opportunities. To put something on paper requires organizational and analytical skills that sharpen with use. In fact, I think the best way to become acquainted with a subject is to write about it.

Earlier this year, I heard an expert speak on the use of Artificial Intelligence (AI) in education. An oversimplified definition of AI is that it leverages computers to mimic the decision making abilities of humans.

The presenter gave several examples of how AI can be used and showed us a couple of free tools that can do some interesting things.

For example, when he asked it to explain the difference between a crocodile and an alligator, it created a narrative that detailed all the differences between these two creatures. When he asked it to rewrite that response for a grade school level or in the style of Dr. Seuss, it was able to do just that.

It was kind of a novelty to see it unfold.

He showed us how you can have a conversation as well. One example was interviewing a seventeenth century Native American about his life, what he eats and his encounters with Europeans. This fascinated me because it’s such such an unexpected way to engage students who think they don’t like history.

This is where he lost me.

He showed us how easy it is to write a prompt requesting a letter for a specific purpose. In this case, a math teacher’s letter to the parents of students letting them know what to expect from the class.

It seems so harmless, farming out a basic letter to a computer but I found it unsettling. After all, written communication teaches us something about the sender. Is their writing dry and direct? Maybe it’s flowery. Maybe they use a turn of phrase that you’ll hear from them in real life. Maybe they’re not much of a writer but that’s a message too.

Then there’s the fact that research can be done and entire papers can be plagiarized.

A tour guide for Rick Steves recently posted on social media about a poorly done AI generated guidebook that was written under the name Mike Steves. It’s selling though, thanks to well placed reviews and creative marketing.

The presenter likened using AI for writing to the early days of the personal calculator in the classroom but I’m not buying it. After all, 2+2 will always equal four. The 26 letters in the alphabet can be strung together in billions of ways in messages both creative and mundane.

Speaking of creativity – it’s good for the human mind and soul to engage in creative pursuits. Being able to express an idea in writing is both a creative pursuit and and educational one, as Lord Acton suggests.

I do understand that writing isn’t a favorite pursuit of everyone in the world. In the case of that math teacher’s letter, stereotypes tells us that math people often aren’t writing people and that writing a letter may be incredibly hard for that person. But, if we ask computers to do all the things we aren’t good at, odds are we won’t ever improve.

I already have concerns that people are losing their ability to be creative or even to entertain themselves without the benefit of television, phone or computer. Kids today aren’t given crayons and time to play outdoors. They’re given videos on an iPhone and structured schedules that keep them jumping from one activity to another.

Whether we are talking kids or adults, most of us are already short on time to be creative, to problem solve, and to just stop and think things through. Yet, humans have the ability to imagine and create incredible things. That ability is like a muscle that strengthens with use and atrophies when ignored.

Is it really asking too much to have people write their own letters and kids do their own homework?

It is a brave new world we are living in.

The Optimism Of A New Calendar

What’s more optimistic than a new calendar?

I can’t think of a thing.

I finally picked up my new 2024 calendar and began filling in all the annual stuff that requires my attention and first quarter obligations that have been accumulating on post-it notes.

It felt good to crack open this new book with its blank pages and little squares waiting to be filled in with my activities and notes.

It represents the clean slate of a new year and entire months of possibility filled with no mistakes – yet.

Plus, the brand I use is pretty, features some inspiring quotes and is arranged in a fashion that makes sense to me.

Lots of people are abandoning old school paper calendars for those on their phones and computers but I’m a purist. I like my paper book that I can flip through and scribble on. It makes me happy. It makes me feel a smidgeon of optimism.

I don’t knew about you but my optimism runs a little dry some days. I can use all the hope and goodness I can get.

When We Stop Searching

It took me a year to buy a new winter coat. You read that correctly. I started shopping last November for a new coat that I can dress up or dress down.

I wanted something that hits above the knees but below the waist. It needed to be wool instead of these puffy coats everyone likes today. I wanted buttons, no hood because I prefer hats, and a little nice tailoring. It would preferably not be black or red because every coat in my possession for the last 20 years has been a variation of these colors. And no white because it would be filthy after one wear.

I do work in marketing, guys. That means manual labor on more days than you would believe.

I shopped around off and on all winter last year and never found anything I wanted to actually purchase and wear. I had all but given up and had almost resigned myself to a black puffy coat with a hood and zipper.

With this in mind, imagine my surprise on Friday night when I stopped dead in my tracks in the middle of Kohls. There it was, just hanging there on the rack waiting for me to find: a camel colored wool coat with nice buttons, no hood and some tailoring. It even fit right too!

Plus, it was on sale AND I had a coupon.

What dream world had I stumbled into?

I tell you that to tell you this:

Humans have a tendency to go searching for things. The perfect home, the ideal mate, the amazing job and, yes, sometimes just the right winter coat. As industrious as we may be in these treasure hunts for exactly what we want, it’s not always the best use of our energy.

That’s not to say we shouldn’t try but I’m convinced that what is meant for us will always happen. We end up where we belong. We meet who we are meant to know. We even eventually find that darn coat.

Pressuring ourselves won’t likely force the thing, the person or the place to manifest any more quickly than it is meant to. It will happen in a timing we aren’t meant to understand. So instead of stressing, how about we just try to put our best foot forward and be open to receive the wonderful gifts that are headed our way?

When we stop searching could be when we find what we have needed all along.

NO-vember

There is a movement afoot this month to rethink November as NO-vember. The idea behind it is to say no to the things that don’t matter, no to the things that steal your joy, no to the things that cause you stress.

This fits in well with what I wrote yesterday about the time change. Sometimes, as we seek joy in the small things, we have to say no to the unnecessary stuff all around us.

This November, by saying no to the people who makes us feel inferior and no the unnecessary things that drag us down, there’s more time to focus on the good.

This November, I plan to hike, to eat nourishing foods, to read and to feather my nest in preparation for the winter hibernation season.

Life has taught me that saying no isn’t a bad thing. Sometimes it’s the only way to get to the yes of what matters most to you.

Hello Darkness, My Old Friend

In the words of Simon and Garfunkel “Hello darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.”

Here in America this weekend, we will “fall backward” as we change the time again. This weekend marks a period when we suddenly notice the days getting shorter and the nights lasting much longer.

There’s a meme that keeps popping up in my social media feeds. It says something like “Summer is over. It’s dark, rainy and cold. I hope you’re happy you pumpkin spice loving freaks.”

I’m the queen of scrolling past messages that don’t interest me but this always strikes a chord.

Before I start, I want to acknowledge those who suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. If you have been diagnosed, my condolences. Life is about to get hard again.

However, I’m kind of excited about this time change and hope there are others like me somewhere in Ohio. See, Ohio summer seems to be a little longer every single year. It’s hot and too humid to actually enjoy outdoor time so life has to be planned to avoid the worst parts of the day or be limited to the air conditioning. This stretch from May through early September is not remotely fun.

Yet, there are lots of opportunities to run around and have fun. Vacations, day trips, county fairs, festivals, flea markets and other activities happen all the time.

I work hard to make sure I can still enjoy life in the summer despite the fact the sun will burn my poor, pale skin to a crisp if I spend too much time outdoors.

The time change in November brings all the fun of summer and festivities of fall to a grinding halt. Darkness arrives early and the sun rises late. It’s cold and the weather turns volatile.

You know what else happens?

Life slows down and interests turn inward. It suddenly is the perfect time for movie marathons and long books. Bubble baths, new hobbies, restful nights and small indoor projects become more prominent.

What’s not to love about soup simmering on the stove and a piping hot beverage enjoyed from beneath a blanket?

I read more, catch up on podcasts, and sleep more soundly, I tidy kitchen cabinets and experiment with my food.

Time spent outdoors gives us fresh, crisp air to cleanse our lungs and energize our souls. Plus, the best part of going outside is coming back in to get warm.

Life becomes cozy. Life becomes easier. It becomes happier if you allow it..

One key to happiness is finding ways to enjoy your day, no matter the circumstances. As we approach the time change this weekend, I encourage you to seek out ways to be happy – even if you don’t like the weather.

Plan a family game night or a trip to the library for some fresh reading materials. Buy yourself some grocery store flowers and bake cookies.

Everyone certainly doesn’t need to like the same things but I hate to think of anyone being so miserable for entire months of the year. Life is too short to throw away an entire season of potential happiness.

Sometimes in life, the very best things are those you didn’t ask for and think you don’t want. Why not give this winter thing a chance? Even if you don’t love it, just looking for ways to make it more tolerable will indeed make it a happier time.