In late November, while walking at dusk with the moon rising, my husband and I witnessed thousands of geese migrating over us….we lost count at 30 groups, moving higher and higher as they sang their glorious song of farewell. This poem was created on that walk. I will be taking a hiatus from blogging for a few weeks to devote time to enjoying the season without the rush. I’ll see you after the New Year.
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I leave you with a few additional words about the Kiss the Sky. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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I am thrilled to be back blogging and writing again. It has been over 4 months, and I am feeling healed and much better. I aggravated an old back injury, had vertigo and then blood pressure issues (not related to the vertigo).
I started this poem when life had me down and the weather seemed to amplify the sentiments. With this rainbow last week, on a particularly warm November day, I was remembering what is important in my life if I am to live it to the fullest even on the darkest days.
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I leave you with a few additional words about Surrendering to the Light. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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I wrote this poem a few years ago while waiting a full day to testify in a labor case for a former employer’s dispute. It was frustrating waiting in a room for 6 hours with nowhere to go and no phone…..just a book and a pen and paper.
As I wrote it, I thought of all the times I have had to wait in long lines…..the end wasn’t quite developed but I was able to revisit the poem and find a perfect ending recently.
These pictures are from a recent trip waiting hours for flights….a perfect illustration!
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I leave you with a few additional words about The Waiting Game. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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I found this poem that I wrote a few years ago, in an old journal. It may have come about when I was trying to work out some of my family’s ancestry. I thought it would a great poem in honor of my my father’s family on this Father’s Day here in the U.S.
The top picture is of my father’s family in the early 1930s. He is pictured lower right and my Irish grandmother, Margaret, behind him. The other’s are my aunt (grandmother’s sister Esther), uncle (Fred, Esther’s husband) and cousins (Esther and Fred’s children, Myrtle and Fred). The bottom picture is from around 1901 and is my grandmother’s baby picture. We are discovering many old pictures of family we do not know or cannot recognize as the only one left now is my mother who has the accumulated history of her family and my father’s. It is sad to have lost these family stories with each relative who is gone now.
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I leave you with a few additional words about Lost Stories. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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As I was contemplating recent readings, the term Wild Child came up and this poem poured forth. It is autobiographical, and it is a song to all of us who are working on our inner selves. I offer it to all who are called or feel like a ‘wild child’ as I move into my 61st year.
And yes those pictures are of me when I was about 8 or 9 years old. Both pictures hold very fond memories, as I loved to swim, and go fishing. That was the first big fish I caught, a lake perch.
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I leave you with a few additional words about The Wild Child. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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This is a poem that was started a few year’s ago, and like the poem says, it drifted in and out of my consciousness until it fully formed recently. Poetry can come easily or be a bit elusive….but I don’t obsess about it. I keep a journal of phrases, lines, ideas, and revisit them until they decide to rain down fully into a poem.
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I leave you with a few additional words about The Drought. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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This poem has a double meaning for me…the expectancy of spring and spring planting, and the expectancy of growth along my personal path as I read, learn, experience and share my life lessons.
As the full moon is upon us, I am reminded that spring planting by the phases of the moon is said to enhance harvests. Some gardeners suggest sowing seeds for crops that yield an above ground harvest between the new moon and full moon. Root crops are best planted when the moon is going from full moon to new moon. While I have never tried this, I have gardener friends who swear by this planting method.
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I leave you with a few additional words about Expectant. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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You are the best part of me~of all of us. And we desperately need to let your light shine out from our hearts and souls now more than ever. I am feeling lost, forlorn and deeply dark within as your light is being overshadowed by hate and fear.
You have taught me that to know you, to be part of you, I must make a commitment. For you are a practice~one I must exercise daily or become atrophied, rotted, forever in despair. And only with practice can I know you better, can I become more accomplished at letting your light shine.
But most of all I must not forget that kindness must be given willingly to all; nature and mankind alike. None must be forgotten, none must be left out or left behind. Nor should I forget the most important kindness, to myself. For without that I cannot hope to bring you to the rest of the world.
So as I move forward, dear kindness, I must not lose faith in you. I must remember that I do not have to live in the dark recesses of a hopeless, anguished world. Not as long as your light is stoked, fed and tended within….bringing out the best in me!
I am bringing you another epistolary poem from a letter I wrote in April of 2016. This one has been edited quite a bit in light of the world in which we live. A world that is desperately in need of kindness….for all. And not easily found.
The pictures are of a spring wreath looking out into my March spring garden covered in snow. The crystal stick is a special rainbow maker from a dear friend.
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I leave you with a few additional words about Dear Kindness. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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I recently have been reading May Sarton’s, Journal of Solitude, and Brené Brown’s, Braving the Wilderness. Both books have been speaking to me of my path, my inner work. And this poem was born of that reading and work. It is how I feel myself evolving.
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I leave you with a few additional words about I Flow Like Water. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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I leave you with a few additional words about I Wonder. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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To speak your name~well rant it for a good, almost, 10 minutes.
You shook me upside down when I heard you speak. And rung my emotional bell until it hurt from my head to my belly.
But you had to come, you had to speak, Truth. And I am so happy you did.
Although next time can you add a dollop of love with your words so they don’t leave me too splayed upon the ground when you are done talking.
Yes I am glad you came and spoke, Truth, through me, from me down to my very soul.
Truth can set you free they say. It turned me inside out and landed me on my ass. But I had that coming. After all I kept you at bay for far too long, Dear Truth!
I am bringing you another epistolary poem from a letter I wrote in April of 2016. This one was freeing to write. It seems when I hold back from speaking up, the truth backs up until it bursts free. I am learning to speak up more and more especially these days. And especially to those who feel free to lie as a matter of course.
With the #enoughisenough movement, Truth is a friend to many again and speaking loudly through thousands, finally!
The pictures are of a witchball; a gift given to me by a dear friend. Historically, witchballs were hung in windows to ward off ill fortune and bad spirits.
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I leave you with a few additional words about Dear Truth. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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In spring I see the subtle signs of spring….those I listed above. And this year as February ended those signs appeared. Unfortunately we had a beast of a storm on March 2nd that dropped a foot and a half of snow on us. And more snow comes daily with cold winds. So now we wait for the signs of spring to come again perhaps by March end. You can read more about the storm and my garden in this post.
The pictures here are from my garden. Snow covered back garden, and pond thawing.
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I leave you with a few additional words about Winter yielding, and spring sighing. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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This poem has been rattling around in my soul waiting to break free as my anguish with each horrific day goes by with more lies, more acts of violence, hatred, bigotry and on and on with hate. And so many still stay silent as words and acts by our government bring us daily to new lows.
The irony of this poem’s opening is purposeful. They are the opening lines of the Miranda Warning said to all who are arrested. And who knows if our acts of resistance will get us arrested, but I have hope we will overcome the insanity and fear. So this poem is my rant to those who are still silent, as I give my voice to those trying to change the dialogue, and not allowing my silence to condone any more of this insanity.
The pictures are more goddess selfies I created last year.
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I leave you with a few additional words about You have the right. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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I have long known that the ocean is my home. I come home to the ocean and am reconnected to my creator…..my soul. There is an exhilaration I cannot find anywhere else on this earth. And I long to be in its environs whenever close. So upon a recent visit to the ocean, I was reminded of this deep connection….to the creation of life in the soup of the sea. And this poem poured forth.
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I leave you with a few additional words about Born of Water. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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Sometimes in the most hurried, stressful situations, it is worth our while to remember that a smile can light up our world….it can light up the whole world. One small act of kindness, can change everything around us.
So with that in mind, in a very busy airport recently, I decided to make it a point to smile at everyone. To excuse myself as I weaved and bobbed. To joke with, and be polite to the TSA agents as they examined my bag one more time.
Even if smiles were met with frowns, and thank yous were not forth coming as I gave away space at my table or in line to get food, I still smiled. I still persevered, and kept kindness front and center. Letting it pour forth from my soul.
And what was the effect of this grand experiment? Well, I cannot tell you it made any difference in anyone else’s life, but I know it did mine. I was calmer, happier and more centered. Each smile I gave away, made my day brighter. And I have to believe it helped shift the world a little, that day, to the kinder side of life.
This poem, a haibun, was an experiment I decided to conduct in a crowded airport. To smile, be courteous, polite and kind no matter what. Not an easy task when traveling as it is a stressful time made worse by time constraints, tired feet, discourteous people and knowing I am about to be strapped into a cramped space for hours while flying 35,000 miles suspended above the earth.
The pictures are fun selfies I created in a course I took using the phone apps, Pixlr and Prisma.
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I leave you with a few additional words about given freely. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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It feels good to write your name on this page….another year older, new numbers for this new year. And the new numbers come easily to my pencil and fingers. Most years, I will continue to write the old year, correcting myself numerous times as if I cannot let go….not fully accepting the change the new year brings.
But not this year, 2018. It is as though I have erased the old year and never want to write it again. I certainly never want to see it again~or so I think! Yet this new year looks foreign and foggy to me. I am not sure what to make of it, except it feels good; stronger with lots of promise.
So I begin this New Year with these thoughts….I will Tend this year lovingly for myself and others. A bit more kindness and love given. A bit less judgment and fear. Yes 2018, I am remaining open for you and all you will bring. Hopeful you will make sense and bring some order to this world.
I wrote this epistolary poemin my new journal as the New Year began. The flowers pictured here are commonly known as Amaryllis, scientific name Hippeastrum. Red amaryllis are often associated with the holiday season, and typically mean determination, beauty, and love.
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I leave you with a few additional words about Dear New Year. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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Every year I pick a word to help guide my year. This year TEND came up with ease, shining down giving me peace and healing just to say it. I started a healing path in late 2016, and found my ROAR, my voice and power, again this past year…..now I want to TEND to my inner fire, my home within and surrounding me.
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I leave you with an additional image for TEND. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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I was recently inspired to speak out again about the most basic hypocrisies in our world and country…..judging others and the erosion of truth. I wrote this poem in response to all the trolling and name calling. Calling out the trolls and calling for a resurgence of sanity, values and the ‘real’ truth.
These pictures are selfies I created earlier this year when I was taking a course in how to creatively us photography phone apps.
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I leave you with a few additional words about Judge Me. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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I am bringing you another epistolary poem from a letter I wrote in April of 2016. This one was a homage to my home and hearth….where I live and where I find solace. Both my house and garden were the main inspiration, but it seems the poem, as it developed, is also about finding my inner core as My Home.
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I leave you with a few additional words about Dear Home. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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This poem came to me as I was trying to relax and start a 2 week vacation…..and as I wrote it, my mind, body and spirit eased and I was able to move into the moment and enjoy my time away. No confines, no worries, no strings….just pure delight.
The pictures were taken at the Boyce Thompson Arboretum State Park, a most fascinating place east of Phoenix. The first is of an old homestead carved out of the rock. The second is the remnants of a dry riverbed.
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I leave you with a few additional words about outside the box. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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