Has anyone else noticed how our culture is shifting away from the written word to the visual? I don't even know how many streaming services are out there. Many people don't want to read a book if they can watch it on a screen. (I know some of you still read, so don't get mad at me. Otherwise you wouldn't be reading this.)
M.F. Erler_Peaks and Beyond
Monday, February 27, 2023
I Thought This Was Pure Fantasy, But Now It's All Around Me
Tuesday, December 27, 2022
In the Deep Midwinter
As the year of 2022 comes to a close, I feel a wisp of melancholy seeping into me. Nothing in the world is any better than it was last year. In fact, things are just continuing to get worse.
I know it's partly the effect of the short days, long nights, and gloomy weather. I admit I do have SAD ( seasonal Affective Disorder) so I try to sit under my full spectrum light as much as I can.
But some things are not like they used to be. Just as an example, our winter this year arrived on November 1, which is technically the middle of fall. The ancient festival of Samhain, which we celebrate as Halloween, marks the midpoint between the Summer Solstice and the Autumn Equinox. Odds are that our winter here will last until nearly May 1, which some still celebrate as May Day. It's the outgrowth of an ancient festival, Beltane, which marks the midpoint between the Spring Equinox and the Summer Solstice. The result is our winters up here in northern Montana can last 6 months, from Samhain to Beltane. Not complaining, just telling the truth as I see it here. I think the Celtic peoples had it right. They called Samhain the last day of autumn, and Beltane the first say of spring. Sure fits here.
Sometimes friends tease me and say, "What happened to Global Warming? I remember when Climate Change used to be called Global Warming. A lot of people in the southeastern US this year are probably wondering why they have broken all kinds of cold temperature records. We have actually broken cold temperature records here in Montana, too. At least half the US has been crippled by what is being called "The Blizzard of the Century." I hate to say this, but more extremes in weather patterns are one of the effects of Climate Change. Some places will receive extreme cold or heat. The "usual" storms like blizzards and hurricanes will become more intense as our earth's atmosphere tries to adjust to the changes in temperatures of our bodies of water, especially the oceans. Sorry to say this, but the next "Blizzard of the Century" may happen well before we reach the 22nd century.
Many people claim there is no such thing as Climate Change because they don't want the status quo of our energy systems or their pocketbooks and stock market investments to change. But no matter whether people believe it or not, these storms, droughts, and potential famines are going to continue. Maybe all this isn't caused by human activities, but change is coming one way or another. And there's nothing we can do about it, except perhaps try to control our carbon dioxide emissions, and be more prepared for extreme and unusual weather. For example, I think the South needs to take this as a wakeup call.
I often wonder if becoming a snowbird would help me with these long winter blues I tend to get. My hubby and I have investigated various possible places to go, but none of them feel right so far. (Last March we went to southern Utah and northern Arizona, only to encounter cold weather and snow there, too.) And after this huge Christmas storm, I think I'd rather stay here up north, where we are prepared for this type of weather.
At any rate, I'm considering joining my cat. With the record cold, she started spending her days sequestered in my stuffed closet, hiding under my overhanging clothes, and other piles of stuff I've accumulated in there.
Thursday, December 15, 2022
Wishing You All a Most Blessed Christmas!
This fall has left me behind. When we got home from Britain the end of September, I had a cold (or something) which set me back. October slipped by and winter arrived early on November 1. Yikes. So I haven't been writing much as I try to get all my ducks in a row. I have good ideas for blogs but they never seem to make it to my computer. Sorry. Here's a joint project by Paul, me, and our cat, Josie.
Greetings from Montana! Christmas 2022
I (Paul) just returned from a hike with a Thursday group called Over the Hill Gang. It was a lovely sunny day and a cold start at 8 degrees. It was a good time to think about this year’s Christmas letter as we hiked to a fire lookout overlooking Glacier National Park, The thought hit me on the way down after sharing the trip Frances and I took in September. We traveled to the British Isles after two years being postponed due to Covid restrictions. We flew to London and were met outside the terminal and led by hand to our hotel. It was so nice to let the tour director take it from there. Twenty two days on land tour, 17 hotels and 3600 miles covered throughout England, Wales, Ireland and Scotland. Okay, so what has this to do with our annual Christmas message? Well, as part of the tour we were entitled to having a porter bring our baggage to our room and upon leaving pick it up outside our door in the morning. Our pastor recently preached a series talking about the baggage we all carry around with us. What did he mean about baggage? The baggage of past mistakes, failures, fighting, revenge, gossip, just everyday mean thoughts or dislikes we carry with us. In other words, our sinful nature. Okay it’s another one of Paul’s sermons but please hang on. You see Christ Jesus came to earth to carry our baggage of sin. He carried it to the cross for us. We could do nothing on our own, as this baggage is much too heavy and bulky to carry ourselves. That’s it, all I have to say! Christ is the reason for our Christmas season. His birth and resurrection is for all who believe. We pray you recognize his love and grace for you. Thank Him for carrying the load. Merry Christmas, and God’s blessings in the New Year!
Okay, it’s my turn now. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Josie, the Erler’s cat for the past 4 years. I came from the Humane Society as a very well-fed stray, over 20 pounds. I want to make clear that Paul and Frances aren’t my owners. They’re my staff, being sure I’m fed twice a day, petted & cuddled often, and cleaned up after. My main activities are eating and sleeping. I also like it when Frances’ piano students come to pet me and say hello. I think there are 9 students right now. Most of the time I recline beside my scratching pole in the sunshine by the sliding door. I don’t like to go outside, and don’t catch any mice. When they travel, I have to go to Emilie’s house on the other side of town. I hate riding in the car, and spend most of my time there hiding under Emilie’s bed. Mike, her boyfriend, pets me and calls me “Fat Cat.” I spent ten days there last spring during Spring Break, another two weeks in July when they went camping with dear friends the Sundbergs and Hazelbakers in Idaho, and a whole month when they went on that trip to the British Isles. And they never brought me any presents! (☹) Emilie got some, though. By the way, they did see that pile of ancient rocks called Stonehenge. I also enjoyed getting acquainted with Frances’ brother Dan when he came in August.
As Paul already told you, he still hikes about once a week, Frances tries to get walks and Tai Chi classes in at the health club. Both are singing in choirs again. They’re happy Covid restrictions are over—for now. Frances still writes books. Her next one, “Lauren’s Dark Passage” is coming out in April 2023, and one more is in the publisher’s hands, too, probably for 2024. She’s kept busy with her Christian Women’s Club and a new Christian Writers’ Group called Footprints. Oh yeah, she’s also started acrylic painting, and even sold a couple of pictures. Paul still creates wall décor with upcycled piano parts. He is running out of parts, though, so if anyone has an old piano to take apart, he would love to have the keys. This year they were accepted for a juried arts and crafts show at the Kalispell Fairgrounds over Thanksgiving weekend. Frances puts photos of the products on her Facebook page: “Frances Erler” or you can email email@example.com
Emilie and Jon are still teaching, though that job gets more challenging every year. I’m told Emilie is in her 16th year of teaching kindergarten here in Montana. Jon teaches Middle School Social Studies in Washington State. I never go to school, since I’m just a cat. But I’d rather sleep in the sun, anyway. Emilie goes hiking a lot, once or twice a week. Jon likes to camp and hike in the Washington Cascades, too. He and his roommate, Adam, have started gardening—flowers and vegetables—in pots on their patio. Emilie also gardens in pots on her deck. I don’t think Paul and Frances are much into gardening anymore. Visitors are always welcome here at my house. I may even jump on your bed.
Tuesday, August 30, 2022
Some Thoughts on Economics and Equality
Some people think I'm a Socialist because I tend to point out problems I see with Capitalism. But that's not the case. It's just that I do see some things about our current economic system that are problematic. I remember asking my dad about this years ago, when I was only 14 years old. (Guess I've always been a deep thinker.)
Dad's response was, "Well, it works better than anything else that's been tried, like Socialism or Communism." He was right, of course. But in all the 66 years of my life since then, I still haven't found an answer to my question.
The first problem I see with Capitalism is that in many ways it's still a class-based system like the one that has dominated Western Civilization almost since its inception. We still have an elite group even though it's now not royalty or feudal property owners. Now we have CEO's and well-paid lobbyists and lawyers, who keep the wealth concentrated in the hands of a powerful few.
And in order for these people on the top to have the "capital" to invest in industrial growth, that money needs to be concentrated with them, or so the system assumes. This means Capitalism needs a large supply of cheap labor in order to amass these funds for the top.
By the way, the word "Capo" in Latin, and the Romance languages descended from it, means literally "the Top" or "the Head". It's where we get the words Cap, Capital, and Capitalism. (Ask any musician what D.C. means in a piece of music, and they'll tell you it means go back to the beginning, or the "Top" of the piece.)
The history of our American Economy illustrates this idea of cheap labor well. In the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, there was a surplus of cheap labor--immigrants, even slaves, children and women. After Child Labor Laws were established and slavery was abolished, there were still floods of poor immigrants coming in from around the world. They were looking for a better life for themselves and their families, and so they were willing to accept menial and even dangerous jobs for low wages, in hopes of improving things for their descendants.
Yes, there were a few large companies who took better care of their workers than most did. But it was mainly churches and other non-profit organizations who tried to help the desperate poor. It's no wonder that the idea of Labor Unions and Collective Bargaining found fertile soil with many of the poorly-treated laborers. Most people seem to forget that is what Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is observing. Now it's become nothing more than another long weekend, a celebration of the end of summer, and another chance for businesses large and small to promote and advertise themselves through "Labor Day Sales."
Now that the flow of cheap labor has dropped drastically because of labor laws and curbs on immigration, it's really no surprise that most large companies have outsourced their manufacturing to Third World countries where they can still find cheap labor. But what will happen when that source dries up?
I admit that I don't have any answers, but I think we need to mull over some of these things. How can we have an economy that gives dignity to everyone? How can America really fulfill its promise of "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" to every citizen, not just an elite few? I hesitate to point this out, but the men who wrote the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were landed gentry, part of "The Top" of society at that time. They said, "All men are created equal", but many of them owned slaves. Were they thinking of them as "equal"? I'm not sure. Even after over 200 years of existence, our country hasn't really reached this ideal of equality.
No, I'm not a Communist or a Socialist. Those systems haven't worked either. Human greed and government corruption eroded them. In fact, that seems to be what is happening to our country, too. No one wants the parties to sit down and submit to arbitration. No one seems to be looking for what is fair, for "Liberty and Justice for All" as we say in our Pledge of Allegiance. Instead, we're divided into camps that shout at each other rather than talking to each other. Each side vilifying the other as wrong, and claiming their side to be right. This is a dangerous road. At this point, all I feel I can do is pray to God in Heaven to heal and help us learn to be more like Him--for He is the one who truly wants liberty, justice, and hope for every one of us.
Thursday, August 25, 2022
In the World, But Not Of It
Monday, August 15, 2022
Lo, How a Rose...
"Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming" is a well-known Christmas carol to many. It is centuries old, as one can tell if they read the original words. It may have been a Old English Madrigal, sung on the streets of city, town, and village. I like it so much that I chose it as part of the music for our wedding in 1975.
In the interest of translating hymns into modern English, however, the title has changed to "Lo, How a Rose Is Growing." Sounds nice enough, right? But something is lost in "translation", unfortunately. The hyphenated word "E're" literally means ever, or even better: FOREVER. Not just growing, but never dying. Why is this important? Because that rose represents Jesus, who was born as a baby, became a man, died, and rose from the grave--conquering death. His Rose will Never Die!
Besides that, he cried, hungered, grew tired, felt pain, and all the other things human bodies experience. To think the the Lord of the Universe would stoop down so low, to be like us weak, fallible humans is beyond comprehension.
So what does all this have to do with my son's rose bush? When he bought his house almost 2 years ago, there was this bare stump in one of the flower beds. He did nothing to it, no watering, no pruning, but fortunately he didn't dig it up. And lo and behold, it began to bloom this year!
What a perfect picture of Jesus' resurrection! Lo, How a Rose Forever Blooming!
Sunday, July 17, 2022
A Farewell to Words
It appears that blogs are becoming a things of the past. In fact, my son told me that over 6 years ago when I first started blogging at the urging of my publisher. Now the women writers group I've belonged to for several years has ended their blogsite, too. Nobody cares what someone else thinks anymore. Our world is turning to visuals--pops of color, silly videos, photos. If you can't say what you need to say in 10 words of less, no one listens. Our world of instant everything has shortened our attention spans to almost nothing. Just go into any kindergarten class in the nation and you will see where the future of our world is heading.
It's ironic that my first book, "The Peaks at the Edge of the World" depicted a future where the written word is obsolete and no one reads "old fashioned" books anymore. Books are frowned on and eventually banned altogether. Everything is on a household terminal in the form of pictures and the spoken word. This opens the door for anyone in power who says something to go back and deny it was said. There is no written record, and digital records are easy to change. Thus, it's simple to change history to meet any slant or bias that has moved into the limelight. Sound familiar?
Yes, the scary part is that many of us see it happening in our world already. The words of Simon and Garfunkel in "The Sounds of Silence" have become prophetic: "People talking without speaking" is happening all around us, as everyone is tied to their smart phones, texting. I know. I do it, too. If I want to get hold of any person under 40, the only way is to text them. Hardly anyone answers voicemails anymore.
Today is my 70th birthday. Looking back on my life, I think the years between 40 and 60 were the best. It's been downhill ever since. And the way our world is going, I fervently hope that I don't live past 80. I don't want to end up a vegetable with Alzheimer's like my mother did.
In my first book, there were a few rebels who held out and collected and read books, but the were always in danger of being discovered and punished. If I am forced to live into an age like that, I know I will be one of those "Rebel Readers."