To ignore or refuse the worth of lives like mine is to diminish the calibre of lives like yours. It's neither favor nor charity, it's as much your responsibility as it's mine––it's as much for your wellbeing as mine. We've no choice: we're all connected. My pain hurts you as much as yours wound me.  --- J. A. O  P. S. And in my next life I'd very much like to be black again  P. P. S.  Happy 1st Day of Summer 2020  P. P. P. S. Nina Simone says it well in how she plays that piano 

COVID-19: Three Tips to Transcend the Banalities of Self-Isolation

For many, solitude, even when self-imposed feels like incarceration. But when self-isolation becomes essential for our individual, communal and world health, then it ought to be taken seriously. COVID-19 requires that we change immediately and find creative new ways to live and work. We can rise to this challenge and surprise ourselves if we give the moment its due by transforming and combining our beautiful hearts, brilliant minds into sustainable efforts and solutions that will transport us from this unfortunate atmosphere that we have helped into existence. Fear and hate will only cripple us and cause us more suffering and death. So I'm making a dent in my “no blogging in 2020” goal to offer a few tips from my pre-pandemic and pandemic time, self-imposed isolation practices on how to do better than survive. And if what you can manage is to survive, that is plenty, too. Especially for those who depend on you.   1. Have a controlled panic attack: Yes, I know. Everyone says

Winter Diary: Until Soon

There's always so much one could say, but I've begun to practice with those who feel less is good, too. Let me simply say then: I need a minute & a year might suffice. I hope I can continue my efforts here on  Jane through the seasons in 2021. I pray 2020 would gift us all courage and wisdom to practice  happiness in the moments. May your Christmas be merry & your holidays brilliant! ^_^ XX J. A. Odartey

Photography: Slow Stitches

From Amiel's Journal (9th December 1877): Composition is a process of combination, in which thought puts together complementary truths, and talent fuses into harmony the most contrary qualities of style. So that there is no composition without effort, without pain even, as in all bringing forth. The reward is the giving birth to something living––something, that is to say, which, by a kind of magic, makes a living unity out of such opposed attributes as orderliness and spontaneity, thought and imagination, solidity and charm. --Henri-Frédéric Amiel --- JAO 

Translating Prévert: Le bon jeune temps

Le bon jeune temps Par Jacques Prévert Les rivières étaient claires 
 la mer était propre le pain était bon les saisons saisonnières les guerres oubliées et l’amour aimé. --- The good old days (Tr. J. A. Odartey) The rivers were clear the sea clean bread was good seasons, seasoned  
 wars forgotten and love, loved.  ---