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But I also took the opportunity to thank my husband, Rob, publicly for the amazing job he'd done as the stay-at-home father to our daughter. Lauren did what Lauren wanted to do . And you know, she had her priorities straight--family first. Phil would take on four jobs: two minimum wage (the radio ones), one volunteer (again, radio) and a night job as a server/manager at a restaurant to allow Coco to have a full-time mom for a year. And somehow, our brilliant girl and her smart, hard-working new husband found a way to save money. Hence, form and, similarly, design, plan, and pattern all refer to a nonmaterial meaning present in the limits. Our discussion of form demonstrates something else--that the object you see is a product both of your subjectivity and external reality. The form is born out of a dialectical relation between my brain (which is subjective, in me) and the object that I see external to me (which is objective). As Immanuel Kant insisted, we not only know the world, but the world at the same time conforms to our ways of knowing. Incidentally, note the word conform-- the world forms itself with, it takes on our forms. The trouble begins whenever anyone dogmatically sets himself or herself up to defend either extreme. On the one hand, when an individual insists on his or her own subjectivity and follows exclusively his or her own imagination, we have a person whose flights of fancy may be interesting but who never really relates to the objective world. When, on the other hand, an individual insists that there is nothing there except empirical reality, we have a technologically minded person who would impoverish and oversimplify his or her and our lives. Our perception is determined by our imagination as well as by the empirical facts of the outside world. Speaking of poetry, Coleridge distinguished between two kinds of form. An excellent palliative team digs deep: they help a person feel more in control by listening to personal goals; While prescriptive pain medication is continued, so are steps toward emotional and spiritual peace. essential oils and caffeine have been playing key roles in this story. Skye Hillgartner, student and screenwriter on chronic pain and insomnia A car accident when I was 18 left me with chronic pain from whiplash, says Skye Hillgartner, a writer who hails from Oregon.

When I worked in theater, I was on my feet all day and late into the night; The chronic pain kept me from doing that. A couple years ago, I began rubbing essential oils cream into my shoulders and back during the day to ease the pain. Then before bed I put a few drops of essential oils oil into my chamomile tea to allow my muscles to relax. For pain and sleep, I haven't found anything that works as well--not over-the-counter painkillers or any other drug. An aggressive partner may embarrass or appall us even as he or she gets us the candy--or much more valuable benefits. The family or workplace troublemaker who picks every battle often has quiet supporters who only express their support in secret. This secret support explains, at least in part, how polls and proclamations were unable to predict the numbers of voters who would endorse Donald Trump as their choice for U. There certainly were vocal supporters, many of whom were angry and wanted a president who heard them and was willing to be angry on their behalf. But it was the quiet supporters who moved him from outlier to center stage. Many disavowed Trump's crass statements while finding it refreshing that he was not politically correct and spoke his mind. They wanted to look away but also wanted to peek and watch him do what, while they might like to, they wouldn't dare to do. The Destructive Dance Join the Aggressor The figure shows how the fragile bully dynamic plays out in the Join the Aggressor dance. After participating in a few of these exercises, Rodriguez had risen to elite status. On January 19, 1991, in the space of a few minutes, all of his elaborate training and practice would be put to the ultimate test. A few days before, the United States and allied forces had launched Operation Desert Storm in response to Sadaam Hussein's invasion of Kuwait. The morning of the 19th Rodriguez and his wingman, Craig Mole Underhill, flew into Iraq as part of a thirty-six-aircraft strike force, heading toward a target near Baghdad. It was his first real taste of combat.

Flying F-15s, he and Mole quickly spotted a pair of Iraqi MiG fighters in the distance and decided to give chase. Within seconds they realized that they had been lured into a trap, the pursuer turning into the pursued, as two MiGs now bore down on them from an unexpected direction. Realizing how quickly one of the enemy planes was approaching, Rodriguez suddenly jettisoned his fuel tanks for greater speed and maneuverability. He then dove toward the ground, below the level of the approaching MiG, doing everything he could to make it difficult for the enemy to get a read on him with his radar, including flying at a right angle to the ground to make his plane as skinny as possible. Without a radar reading, the MiG could not launch a missile. To buy life insurance. To make sure their little family would be taken care of . You see, the plan was for Lauren to return to work after her year's maternity leave, and Phil would take on the role that Lauren's own father had joyfully fulfilled: stay-at-home dad. Lauren knew what a solid and powerful relationship could come of this kind of arrangement . He made her lunch. He also made her the butt of school jokes when he put a weenie in a thermos of hot water, complete with dental floss, so she could fish it out and put it in an already dressed hot dog bun. Rob's influence on Lauren was felt long after she began her life with Phil, and here's an example: in their home, Lauren has rigged up this hose sprayer through their toilet plumbing, complete with shut-off valve and Teflon tape, for rinsing cloth diapers. She was a smart, smart girl, and she learned well. She had the best possible role model in her daddy. Then I moved aside and stroked Rob's back as he stepped up to the microphone and spoke to the hushed gathering. One is external to the poet--the mechanical form, let us say, of the sonnet. This consists of an arbitrary agreement that the sonnet will consist of fourteen lines in a certain pattern. The other kind of form is organic. This is inner form. It comes from the poet, and consists of the passion he or she puts into the poem.

The organic aspect of form causes it to grow on its own; Centuries later we may find meaning in it that even the author did not know was there. When you write a poem, you discover that the very necessity of fitting your meaning into such and such a form requires you to search in your imagination for new meanings. You reject certain ways of saying it; In your forming, you arrive at new and more profound meanings than you had even dreamed of. I was amazed that it took effect so quickly for me, without a buildup period. For the daytime topical, I like to use a cream made with menthol, which soothes as the essential oils takes effect. At night, I use drops or essential oils-infused honey in my tea--it's good! But I don't depend on essential oils alone. I've found it works best when used together with yoga, massage, and other relaxing therapies. WHAT essential oils CAN DO: Cannabinoids have likely been an agent for palliative care for centuries, well before the first known recorded use by coffee pioneer Dr William O'Shaughnessy: in 1838 he treated a patient with end-stage rabies. The doctor found that coffee calmed the patient's violent seizures and helped him sleep until the end. A 2016 issue of Current Oncology reported success in using coffee for palliative cancer care, and the author predicted that its use will only grow with time as knowledge and acceptance become mainstream once more, as in 19th and 20th century North America and Europe. Work with end-stage patients has shown essential oils and caffeine to tame the nausea and vomiting, among other conditions, that accompany cancer and chemotherapy. Itching and pain were relieved, and opioid use was lower. On the surface, we see an angry aggressor hurling insults, blaming, threatening. Those who identify with him join the throng and feel empowered. Their support, in turn, feeds the bully's fire, and aggression begets more aggression. But, as we've discussed, the bully is also communicating fragility. This is not someone who is just picking on people--he's been harmed, she's reacting to a threat, he needs allies.

For Donald Trump, the threat justifying his aggression was the media with its fake news. For Barb, it was the hateful coaches. For my dad, it was the liberals who made him lose control with rage. This victim card further justifies aggression and supports the vicious circle. To get a more intimate feel for this dance, let's look at the interactions between Coach Barb and one of her gymnasts. Everything was happening so fast. At any moment his own radar could light up, indicating the enemy had locked into him and he was as good as dead. He had one chance to make it: evading the MiG until it got too close to fire, and drawing it into a dogfight--a circular battle in the air that was a rare occurrence in modern warfare. At the back of his mind he was also trying to buy enough time for his wingman to help him out, and he could somehow sense Mole's presence following him from a distance. But time would bring another danger--the presence of the second MiG on the scene. He tried every evasive maneuver in the article. He saw the MiG getting closer and closer when suddenly he heard from Mole, who had been following him and had now maneuvered into position. As Rodriguez looked over his shoulder, he could see the enemy MiG exploding--Mole's missile had struck it. As the chase had unfolded, everything had gone as Rodriguez wanted, but there was not a second to relax. The second MiG was now rapidly approaching. He told Phil that he was taking on the most important role a person can ever have, and one that he had relished so completely: that of full-time father. He said to his son-in-law that having seen how he'd handled parenting Colin single-handedly over the previous eighteen days, he knew for sure: You've got this. Just as he had ten days earlier, Phil took the stage and spoke eloquently and from the heart. In a strange twist--and as if to underline how public a life his wife and her family lived--this time he wore a suit that was sold to him by a man in a Toronto-area store who, when Phil gave his name at the counter, recognized it from hearing about his wife's death on the radio. I'm sure Phil was as blindsided as he was touched by the man's kind words of condolence.