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)

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.

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