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Saturday, September 22, 2012

Chasing Goals


Girl children - Hijita en Espanol 
One word instead of two. 
Running. Kicking frozen grass.
Chasing a ball to the goal 
in nets guarded by Hijita 
One word not two. 

En ingles a team of two. 
In Spanish una tema por dos. 
Each will always chase a ball,
some faster and some slow 
Many players, like pendulums,
swing steadily between the goals. 
She shoots
She scores 
And someone saves - or not.

"Obstacles don't have to stop you. If you run into 
a wall, don't turn around and give up. Figure out 
how to climb it, go through it, or work around it."
~ Michael Jordan
(Or work with it - authors addition)

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

In the Grand Scheme of Things


Qu'Appelle Valley, Summer of 2011
Morning was a joy.
Walking on a beach in Qu’Appelle Valley with 
my sister, in the warm Saskatchewan sun.

Afternoon continued to please.
A drive through the prairies.
Visits with friends from younger years in my home town and in city.

Evening, shared with two hundred and fifty other nurses, was fun.
Reminiscences of varied pasts.
Talk of grown children, families, and retirement.
Some of us still at work in our professions.

Disappointments?           
~ Loss of my camera with pictures from morning and afternoon.  It's use for my blog posts has been invaluable.
~ Unexpected, and unprepared for, lack of internet access 
to post this nightly blog.
~ Regret that I feel for being unprepared and presumptous.

My sincerest apologies to those who have been my faithful readers.

In the grand scheme of things,
The joys and pleasantries of the day, far outweigh
the disappointments of the day.

"We must accept finite disappointment,
but never lose infinite hope."
~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Traveling to the Prairies for a Few Days....


When I landed in Regina
the wind was blowing cold
A double rainbow rose 
wide and low, mingling with spitting rain clouds.

In the Qu’Appelle Valley 
clouds rode higher
rain dried up
over golden wheat fields
A quick stop at my sister’s home to care for Rocket, Muffin and Trouble.

A change into warmer clothes and off to 
a Pow Wow just outside of this small prairie community.
Indian Tacos in hand,
we climbed old wooden bleachers
to have supper and watch
dancers in brightly coloured costumes, feathered head dresses
whirling and stepping to drums and singing voices,
welcoming a child to his first pow wow and
a family honouring an outgoing princess.
Dance competitions had been before and were to come after.

Cold wind chased away cloud and whipped up dust
in time to the jingling of bells on dancers costumes.

“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel
for travel’s sake.  The great affair is to move.”
Robert Louis Stevenson