Perspective ~ 3

I rode on the ferry to Vancouver while

clouds hung low over the distancing land

still waiting for sun’s warmth

to lift them high into 

sky currents carrying them

onto new skylines and adventures

with flocks of birds northbound

and singles of aircraft all directionbound

criss-crossing skies above our sight lines while cool moist air rouged my cheeks and tousled my hair.

“Being on a boat that’s moving through the water, it’s so clear.

 Everything falls into place in terms of what’s important and what’s not.”

~ James Taylor

Meal Prep

Spaces of time hover idly,

revved by untended energy.

Creative kitchen longings are

granted opportunity to slip into place 

for shopping and chopping

blanching and freezing 

delicious packaged goodness.

Colourful and flavourful ~ accompaniments for many a meal.

“If the divine creator has taken pains to give us 

delicious and exquisite things to eat, the least we can do is 

prepare them well and serve them with ceremony.”

~ Fernand Point, French chef and restaurateur (1890-1955)

Out on a Limb

Bringing back a schedule seems

rather like a step backwards

unless it is setting it by myself.

Squares on a charming wall

calendar set up chosen activities

with flexible variations depending

on the next right thing

to be done even it is laundry

or paying bills - life’s necessities.

Bringing back a scheduled life

in this seasonal change of retirement 

grants me some control in each day.

“Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, 

and no clues to where all the important bits are supposed to go.”

~ Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down

Life Full

Setting my feet gently 

on the ground I feel

like Mary Poppins

without an broad umbrella

without a magic satchel

but with a life full of experience,

full of the breadth of family, 

full of the shelter of friends

grounding me with joy in retirement.

“I like to be surrounded by harmonies and fullness and richness and vitality.”

~ Al Jardine

Jewelled Distractions

A change to routine

may only mean a 

change in positioning

from a blank wall

to a window on a world of

hummingbirds, juncos and squirrels

attempting to distract my thoughts

with charming success

until I put pen to paper once more.

“There is never a time when new distractions will not show up; 

we sow them, so several will grow from the same seed.”

~ Seneca

Just Pretend

Temptations of spring

when gentle sun shines

warming cool breezes,

unearthing my trowel

plunging it into winter heavy soil

ready for seeds and plants

when the weather is not

just pretending.

“Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?”

“Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens.”

~ A.A.Milne