Unknowns and Whatevers Part I
Tighten the old belt
Another hole
Done that
No like strangers
In my kitchen
Away, away
Dream
“Trees and animals have no problem. God makes them what they are without consulting them, and they are perfectly satisfied. With us it is different… We may wear now one mask and now another, and never, if we so desire, appear with our own true face. But we cannot make these choices with impunity. Causes…
The following poem is a real mish-mash. I couldn’t decide whether to rhyme or not rhyme and the rhythm is illusive. I’m sure I’ve broken every rule in the poetry rule book by now. I should have just skipped the “door” poem, but it’s been snaking through my brain tissue and had to come out,…
It was a hot and humid one today. Java’s kiddy pool is a bit substandard from the previous house’s pool. I hope this area alongside the deck will be a good spot for a future pond that is big enough for Java to fit all the way into. It won’t be roomy enough for swimming,…
“Mostly we nurture our own blessings or spoil them, build firmly or undermine our walls. Who are termites but our obsessions gnawing.” — Marge Piercy, Nailing Up the Mezuzah By the time you read this, I’ll have been at a writer’s workshop on Madeline Island for two days, with three more to go. I wonder…
I went to a photography workshop last Saturday called “Get Outside of Your Bubble with Your Camera.” It was put on by the Anoka County library and taught by Wing Hung Huie. There are two more workshop offerings if you’re in the Twin Cities area. Only about twenty minutes were spent running loose on our own…
I realized that what frightened Luke on the trail was not what he saw. It was what was out of site and unknown. It’s the same for me. The broader I can make my view of the world, the less there is to fear.
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“I have more than enough of everything I could possibly want or need.” Words to live by. Hang in there girl. 🙂
Beautiful! What a difference a year has made.
How is Luke?
I must wrote a great response, but lost it so now I am crabby! Great picture of you!
Great pictures and I loved the poem. Yes, grown sons can be great huh?
Sue – It’s not that I’m feeling hardship really or that I’m not happy with what I have. It’s discomfort over losing ground every month. Trying to turn the tide or just accept it may be this way for awhile.
Lori – Luke news will be in “Part II”. It was too much for one post.
Kathleen – You poor thing… I’m sure it was brilliant.
Cousin B – Thanks. How did you know he was the person I want to visit? Very intuitive.
Beautiful poem. I feel that way sometimes. You are so good with words.
I, too, am worrying about Luke. I’m thinking of you.