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sebbys-mama · 1 month

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All love asks is a heart to stay in;

A brave, true heart to be glad and gay in;

A garden of tender thoughts to play in;

A faith unswerving through cold or heat;

Till the heart where love lodges forgets to beat.

#all love asks #jean blewett #love poem #ineffable husbands #crowley loves aziraphale #aziraphale loves crowley #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands edit #good omens edit

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gay-mormon-wizard · 9 months

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"August" by Jean Blewett

#Jean Blewett #poetry #august poetry #august posting #august

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violettesiren · 2 years

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All love asks is a heart to stay in: A brave, true heart to be glad and gay in.

Roses of June by Jean Blewett

#jean blewett

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bolitoth · 2 years

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Moth Mullein

Verbascum blattaria

The plant gets its name for the resemblance of the flowers stamen to a moths antennae. The plant has been used for centuries over as a natural effective cockroach repellant though can be very invasive as they are a hardy species resilient to many pests and diseases.

"Down in the mullein meadown

The lusty thistle springs,

The butterflies go criss-cross,

The lonesome catbird sings..." -Jean Blewett

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pepperberryansagegallery · 3 years

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Estranged Poem by Jean Blewett

'It is good-bye,' she said; 'the world is wide, There's space for you and me to walk apart. Though we have walked together side by side, My thoughts all yours, my resting-place your heart, We now will go our different ways. Forget The happy past. I would not have you keep One thought of me. Ah, yes, my eyes are wet; My love is great, my grief must needs be deep. 'Yet I have strength to look at you, and say: Forget it all, forget our souls were stirred, Forget the sweetness of each dear, dead day, The warm, impassioned kiss, the tender word, The clinging hand clasp, and the love-filled eyes- Forget all these; but, when we walk apart Remember this, though wilful and unwise, No word of mine did ever hurt your heart.

#poem #poetry #sad poetry

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sicvisumsuperis · 4 years

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Chrétien urged a vote for “a very good MP and a very good minister.” He quipped, “You know, she has the humility to come and consult me, and I was happy to respond because I still love the game.”

Jean Chrétien (aka The Godfather Don Chrétien) on Catherine Mckenna, as quoted by Taylor Blewett in “'It's too close to call:' The final push for Ottawa Centre,” Ottawa Citizen, October 19, 2019 (link)

#Jean Chretien #politics #the game #prime minister slash mob boss #don chretien

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matthew-s-armstrong · 4 years

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There’s an Isle, a green Isle, set in the sea, Here’s to the Saint that blessed it! And here’s to the billows wild and free That for centuries have caressed it! Here’s to the day when the men that roam Send longing eyes o’er the water! Here’s to the land that still spells home To each loyal son and daughter! Here’s to old Ireland—fair, I ween, With the blue skies stretched above her! Here’s to her shamrock warm and green, And here’s to the hearts that love her! - -BY JEAN BLEWETT • #matthewart #stpatricks #stpatrick #matthewarmstrong #cartoonists #childrensillustration #foxhound #starfox #foxes #foxmemes #wizardfox #sketchbook #fox #matthewsarmstrong #funnyanimals #animationart #childrensbookillustration #mariocosplay #crazylikeafox #characterdesign #luckyfox #characterconcept #dontpinchme #characterdrawing #stpatricksday #saintpatricksday (at Dublin, Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B912YJPn4Nt/?igshid=xu57kdlmmygl

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kootenaygoon · 4 years

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So,

Suddenly everything was upside down.

My eyes snapped open in the oily darkness of Brendan’s basement, and as things began to haze into focus I realized that my light fixture was mounted directly below me, in the middle of the floor. Holy shit. I’d been having a dream that I was being chased through a forest full of Tim Burton trees, their branches dangling to snag me, when a bolt of electricity blasted me into hyper-consciousness. My first thought upon awakening was the handstand push-ups from CrossFit. Maybe I’d done too many? And what was holding me here, was it some sort of anti-gravity? Would I fall as soon as I swung my legs out of bed?

As a journalist and a photographer, I’ve always believed that perspective is everything. If you want to understand something, if you really want to see it, then you have to observe it from every imaginable angle. Sometimes that means standing on a chair so that you’re higher than whatever you’re shooting, sometimes it means pretending you’re dumber than you are to lure an interview subject into a false sense of confidence. For years now I’d been exploring every facet of Nelson, every nuance, but it had never occurred to me to try things upside down. It was the sort of bonkers idea that would only occur to me if I was high, which I was, off a particularly potent indica joint I’d enjoyed post-workout.

When my phone rang, buzzing on my nightstand, it felt like a kick in the head. I reached out desperately to silence it, then turned it over to see who it was. The number was unlisted so I stared for a moment, dazed and blinking, before picking it up.

“Is this Will? Can I talk to Will, please?”

I coughed, sitting up carefully, the room around me doing a slow twirl. “Yeah, it’s me. I mean, this is Will. Who the fuck is this?”

A deafening roar filled my ear, like an engine running in overdrive, followed by a plaintive honk that disappeared into the night. “Will?”

“Yes, it’s Will. Who is this?”

The voice on the other end was mouse-like, barely audible. “It’s Maya.”

Now she had my attention. It had been a few months since I’d road-tripped with Steph’s 15-year-old daughter to the coast, since I’d made my mental vow to be her ally. So far that didn’t entail much more than asking about her at Breakfast Club with Brendan, Lyra and Steph or liking her posts on Facebook. I knew she was having a hard time, and I had learned enough of her secrets to know that she needed positive adult role models in her life. As far as I could tell, she was safely enjoying her high school years, but now it sounded like she wasn’t safe at all. It sounded like she’d narrowly missed being hit by a car. Wind fuzzed the receiver.

“Are you okay? Where are you? What’s going on?” I asked, my stomach surging with concern. She had become my adopted daughter. Was she in danger?

“Can you come, please?”

“What do you mean? Come where? Are you okay?”

I heard muttering, a few sobs, voices in the background. “I just need you to come, okay? Can you come, please?”

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Where are you? I can come pick you up, is that what you need? Where are you?”

“We’re on the highway, by the big sign, right near the turn off for Blewett.”

“Okay. I know where that is.”

“I need your help, Will. I don’t think I’m going to make it.”

By this point I’d thrown off the covers, becoming more and more accustomed to being a human stalagmite. I crossed the room in a crouch and flicked the light switch as I struggled into my jeans and sifted through the laundry pile for a T-shirt that might be clean. I found my pink anti-bullying one from the Rosemont flash mob, and put it on.

“Maya, I don’t understand what you mean by that. Can you tell me what’s going on? Have you been drinking?”

“A lil’ bit.”

“Okay, I’m going to hang up and I’ll be there in like eight minutes, okay? I’m heading out the door here.”

Walking out of the house was terrifying upside down, with the yawning void of purple sky opening up below my dangling head. Purple was the colour of the Targaryens, the dragon-riding kings of Westeros. It was the colour of magic, of violence, of imagination. If I could wrap my mind around the reality of being upside down, what else could I imagine?

As I struggled with the gate going out of Brendan’s backyard, I saw that my RAV had an open passenger side window. Andrew Stevenson was taking a deep drag off his cigarette under the mustard-coloured glow of the streetlight. I’d been binge-watching this new Netflix show called Stranger Things, so my surroundings now had an 80s Spielberg shimmer. I would be the one who legitimately cared that Barb died, though nobody seemed to notice. I would be the one pedalling my bike into the sky with E.T. in the front basket.

“I’m going to have a passenger.”

“So?”

“So Maya gets shotgun, and you’re being demoted to the backseat.”

Andrew sneered, annoyed. He’d been in a pissy mood all week. I loomed over him until he turned and crawled into the darkness behind the front seat. The Andrew Stevenson I knew was frozen in time, was fixated on one event. I was starting to realize that to really figure him out, I had to think of him outside the constraints of that type of desperation. I had to love him despite the horrible things he had done, which was something I was struggling to do with myself. Andrew Stevenson was a bank robber, yes, but he was also a father.

As I climbed into my RAV, I reached over and turned on the console. I’d been listening to Sia. “I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart, but your blade it might be too sharp,” she sang. “I’m like a rubber band until you pull too hard. Yeah, I may snap and I move fast.”

I turned the corner at the Dairy Queen then fired the RAV up to 90, zooming through the day-time school zone for Hume Elementary, and flew around the corner past the grocery store and on to 7-11. I decided to stop and get some coffee, so I could get on top of this Maya situation. I ended up standing in line for nearly ten minutes as a new-hire suffered at the till.

“Have you gotten used to it?” I asked him, laying down two coffees and an assortment of candy.

“Used to what?”

“Being upside down. This is my first time.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, this scrawny Asian dude in his 20s. “Are you messing with me right now?”

I sighed. “Sorry, I thought you’d understand.”

From there I drove past Dorkmeyer the Front Street Grotesque and down to where they’d just established a new brewery called Torchlight. Past that was one of my favourite pot dispensaries, then city hall and the bank Andrew Stevenson had robbed in 2014, the Nelson & District Credit Union. It’s kitty-corner from the Hume Hotel, with its upside down letters glowing crimson in the night. Most of the best memories I had of Nelson took place in that hotel.

“I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart,” Sia sang. “But your blade it might be too sharp.”

As the RAV hurtled around the last bend up to the highway, I realized that I was unconsciously following the path of Andrew’s getaway car on the day of the robbery. According to the trial proceedings he was driving, but more likely it was his female accomplice who was actually in the driver’s seat that day. I’d driven the route multiple times, trying to imagine how everything played out. He was driving a tiny white shit-bucket and somehow still successfully evaded two brand new cop cars with highly trained personnel behind the wheel. Say what you want about him, but Andrew Stevenson could drive a fucking car.

“You lied for her, didn’t you?” I asked him, looking up at the rearview. He had his forehead pressed to the glass like he was contemplating bashing out the window with his skull. “At the trial, you fucking lied for her.”

“I don’t even know how to lie.”

“When they got to the bridge they found her with a dog in her lap, sitting in the driver’s seat. They say you got out of the passenger side.”

“They’re pigs, you can’t trust what they say.”

From there it was just half a kilometre uphill and to the right before I was on the highway leading out of Nelson, with the ‘Thank you for visiting’ sign on my left. It was misting rain, and it was trippy to see those raindrops come dancing up from beneath me. I slowed as I approached the cliff banks on the right, then found a safe place on the shoulder to park and hit my hazards. I pulled on the jacket Paisley’s mother had bought me and put up the hood.

It only took a few minutes of wandering along the shoulder to hear voices down the grassy banks towards Railtown. I trudged through the mud, holding up my phone as flashlight, and came out just above Cottonwood Falls. Among the trees I could see teenagers smoking in a circle, maybe ten of them, with music playing from a mounted speaker. In the distance I could see the Nelson Star office, right beside the train tracks leading out to Red Sands.

“Hey guys, I don’t mean to interrupt. I’m looking for Maya,” I said, as I approached their circle. It was mostly dudes, and I recognized them from Tony’s. “She called me a few minutes ago?”

A girl stood up from the boulder she was sitting on, her black hood up over shockingly white blond hair. She was wearing jeans and skateboard shoes, her face shadowy. “I’ll take you. She’s just down here.”

I followed this teenager through the grass, past a few trees, to a clearing surrounded by boulders. Nestled up against one of them like a scared fawn was Maya, so tucked into herself that I couldn’t see her face. She was soaked.

“What’s going on with her?” I asked. “She sounded fucked up on the phone.”

The girl sighed. “I think she did some MDMA, but mostly she’s just been drinking these gross coolers. She started getting all emotional and kept saying she had to call you. Then she came down here to hide. Are you her Dad?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m just a friend of her mother’s.”

“Well, she’ll be fine. She just needs to sleep it off. But she doesn’t want to go back to her foster home. She was crying about it.”

Steph had told me that Maya was maybe going to end up in foster care. She’d been telling elaborate lies to the social workers, trying to maneuver herself into a safer place. It was gruelling, emotionally taxing shit. I could tell that she didn’t know who her allies were, who she could really trust. It meant a lot to me that she felt she could trust me, that she would call me.

“Hey, you’re that reporter that covered my grad,” the girl said, recognizing me in the purple moonlight. “Last year, at Elephant Mountain.”

I looked at her for the first time, and saw that her blond hair was pointing straight up towards the heavens. It looked like a halo. She was pretty, and looked like my sister Kathryn. “Yeah, that was me.”

“Well, I’m Josta,” she said. “Josta Cunningham. You know a bunch of my friends, but we never actually met. I was the one in the sparkling red dress, the strapless one. Do you remember?”

“You look a little familiar, yeah. That was an intense day.”

“Yeah, how many people get RCMP escorts at their grad? That shit was way over the top.”

“Do you think we could carry her up the hill to my RAV? I need to get her out of here before she freezes to death. It’s fucking cold out here.”

Josta nodded. “Yeah, I’ll help you.”

With one of us under each arm, we lifted Maya into a walking position and struggled up the muddy slope. She was murmuring to herself, half-conscious, her feet sometimes dragging. By the time we reached the top I was sweating like I was halfway through a CrossFit work-out. Josta opened the passenger side door and I lifted Maya like I was carrying a bride across the threshold. She was tiny, like a wounded animal, and together we got her belted into place. As I closed the door, I turned to my blond accomplice. We were under the streetlight now, so I could see her face for the first time. She had a streak of mud on her cheek and her angelic hair was still floating around her head like she was underwater. She shook a cigarette into her hand.

“Can I bum one of those?” I asked, thinking of Andrew in the backseat. “I don’t normally smoke cigarettes, but I could use one right now.”

Josta passed me one, then lit it with her Zippo. The rain was getting heavier. “You ever read any George R.R. Martin?” I asked. “The guy that wrote Game of Thrones?”

She shook her head as she lit her own cigarette. “No, why?”

Most of her face was in shadow, but in the streetlight her eyes glowed the same royal purple as the sky. She could’ve easily been a famous actress.

“Because you kind of remind me of Danaerys Targaryen.”

The Kootenay Goon

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nthabiandersonbahr-blog · 4 years

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chrysocomae · 7 years

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St. Patrick’s Day by Jean Blewett

#st. patrick's day #poem #irish

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policyproject2020 · 4 years

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Arguments that support FMLA:

Arguments that support FMLA are backed by legislators, women’s activists, and researchers alike. Maternity leave has been linked to improved maternal and child outcomes. Since the government passed FMLA into law there hasn’t been much pushback from politicians, just reluctance to make changes. Women’s activities are still in support of FMLA as they believe it benefits women, children, and the workforce. However, most FMLA supporters acknowledge that there are disparities that are able to foster under the policy. Meredith Slopen of Columbia University authored a study named “Type and Lengths of Family Leave Among New York City Women: Exploring the Compostion of Paid and Unpaid Leave” in the Maternal and Child Health Journal. This study highlighted the disparities that are in relation to FMLA among women in New York with different backgrounds. A result of the study was that women eligible for FMLA have a higher likelihood of only taking the paid leave and returning to work. Black women utilized more leave compared to White women. However, the additional leave was more week unpaid. A study by Judy Jou, Katy B. Kozhimannil, Jean M. Abraham, Lynn A. Blewett, and Patricia M. McGovern, published in Maternal & Child Health Journal, analyzed the possible benefits of paid maternity leave for caregivers and infant. The results of the study found that the women who took paid maternity leave experienced a 47% decrease in the odds of their infants becoming re-hospitalized. They also had better odds with excercise and stress management. Due to this study and other observations there is belief among FMLA supports that additional paid leave would contribute to reducing socio economic disparities.

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whosaidxyz · 6 years

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Her Mission , A poem by Jean Blewett. For more audio poems, check out our site at http://AudioPoems.org

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mimizili-blog · 7 years

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all love asks

All Love asks is a heart to stay in; A brave, true heart to be glad and gay in; A garden of tender thoughts to play in; A faith unswerving through cold or heat Till the heart where Love lodges forgets to beat

- Jean Blewett

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violettesiren · 4 years

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I heard you singing in the grove, My Lady Nightingale; The thirsty leaves were drinking dew, And all the sky was pale. A silence-clear as bells of peace Your song thrilled on the air, Each liquid note a thing of joy, And sweet beyond compare. Not all of joy-a haunting strain Of sorrow and of tears, A note of grief which seemed to voice The sadness of the years. 'Twas pure, 'twas clear, 'twas wondrous sweet, My Lady Nightingale, Yet subtly sad, the song you sang When all the sky was pale.

My Lady Nightingale by Jean Blewett

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mnsportsnews · 7 years

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The University of Minnesota Golden Gophers will be able to showcase Minneapolis and St. Paul as a host of NCAA events will take place in the Twin Cities over the next five years.

2018 – Men’s Swimming and Diving, Jean K. Freeman Aquatics Center (March) 2018 – Women’s Ice Hockey Frozen Four, Ridder Arena (March) 2018 – Men’s Ice Hockey Frozen Four, Xcel Energy Center (April) 2018 – Women’s Gymnastics Regional, Sports Pavilion (April) 2019 – Men’s Basketball Final Four, U.S. Bank Stadium (April) 2018 – Women’s Volleyball Championship, Target Center (December) 2020 – Wrestling Championship, U.S. Bank Stadium (March) 2021 – Men’s Basketball Regional, Target Center (March) 2021 – Men’s Gymnastics Championship, Sports Pavilion (April)

Gopher take UCLA in three sets at the 2016 NCAA Elite Eight on December 10, 2016 between the Minnesota Golden Gophers and the UCLA Bruins at at The Sports Pavilion in Minneapolis, Minn. (Photo by Rick Corwine/The Minnesota Sports Report)

UCLA middle blocker Claire Felix (8) and UCLA outside hitter Haley Lawless (4) don’t have anything for Minnesota outside hitter Sarah Wilhite (8) at the 2016 NCAA Elite Eight on December 10, 2016 between the Minnesota Golden Gophers and the UCLA Bruins at at The Sports Pavilion in Minneapolis, Minn. (Photo by Rick Corwine/The Minnesota Sports Report)

MINNEAPOLIS, MN – NOVEMBER 19: Goldy Gopher announces a Minnesota Golden Gophers first down in the game between the Northwestern Wildcats and Minnesota Gophers on November 19, 2016 at TCF Bank Stadium in Minneapolis, Minn. (Photo by Matt Blewett/Icon Sportswire)

Minnesota Golden Gophers forward Leon Bristedt (18), defenseman Jack Glover (3), forward Brent Gates Jr. (10), and defenseman Nick Seeler (11) are the first to meet and celebrate the game winning goal on the ice as the Minnesota Golden Gophers hosted the Ohio State Buckeyes in Big Ten Conference action on December 5, 2015.

Minnesota forward Jordan Murphy (3) cannot complete the dunk as the Minnesota Gophers host the Michigan State Spartans on January 2, 2016 at Williams Arena in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

University of Minnesota to host nine NCAA championship events with newly announced events The University of Minnesota Golden Gophers will be able to showcase Minneapolis and St. Paul as a host of NCAA events will take place in the Twin Cities over the next five years.

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legend-of-two-blog · 7 years

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All Love Asks by Jean Blewett

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