No Connection

OK Fingers ~

tell me what to do.

Send messages streaming from 

my brain, my heart, or soul. Profound or not ~ its not real depth I’m seeking,

but only words to print and send into a crowded, cloudy ether.

Well, Fingers ~

Seems you’ve missed the boat ~

no messages worth the work.

The circuit to my inner self

has no connection to my digits.

The words, definitely not profound ~

meaningless except to say that 

the cloud is crowded more today.

“Pages and pages and pages with words all over the pages. 

My goodness, what fun. What fun to write whatever words occur.”

~ Jonah Winter, Gertrude is Gertrude is Gertrude is Gertrude

Body Language

Finally! I have come of age!

No longer a need 

for a weather vane to determine which way the wind is blowing or a cheerful meteorologist to tell me the patterns of cloud and currents in the sky. 

No longer a need to 

step outside to feel 

the changes in the weather or 

check a weather app to see 

what my day may bring. 

There is a stiffening ache in my knee 

while clouds gather in the distance ~

an extra pull to neck muscles from my shoulder 

while the temperatures drop precipitously ~

a tender elbow while, outside and in, barometric pressure 

responds too gravely to gravity. 

All in the midst of calm moods 

and before stormy moods, 

the weather decries numbers, graphs and pictures.

Stories of arthritis flares and weather changes ~

no longer ‘old wives tales’ but 

real and sharp and annoying. 

‘Yes, I get the message’ I say to my joints 

as though they were all plotting against me. 

But my message to them is:

‘No matter. It’s time to go for a walk outside

whether the weather is changing or not.”

“Body language is more powerful than words.”
~ Ricky Gervais

A November Blossom!

Today - November 21, 2019

July, 2019

Today - November 21, 2019

 

On a whim and needing a breath of fresh air, I stepped out on my patio. Temperatures dropped through the night so a check on my little cactus garden was also in order. I had purposely left a jade plant, two split rock cactus and a crinkle leaf cactus outside. Brought the rest in the house. All to see which ones would be happy, which ones would not. Well, it seems that they’re all happy, especially the crinkle leaf cactus which has a teeny tiny blossom on it. Crinkle Leaf Cactus and Split Rock Cactus are South African desert plants. I’ve provided the photo from July of this year when the Crinkle Leaf cactus had sent out what I guessed correctly were flower stems. They have kept growing, and growing, with only hints that I might see flowers. As it has gotten Victoria colder, I had given up that I’d really see anything. This morning I got more than a breath of fresh air! This wee blossom brought joy to my heart and a smile to my face.

“If we could see the miracle of a single flower

 clearly our whole life would change.”

~ Buddha

In Touch

Vanishing into the cloud and computers,

music and words are saved,

retrieval at the touch of a finger.

Shelving our books and journals,

stacking our records and tapes,

retrieval is more that just a touch

An interplay of touch and sight and sound,

Poring through and poring over with 

Retrieval ~ a pleasant journey in touch.

“Touch has a memory.”

~ John Keats

A Squirrel Story

From Spring of 2018

Sitting in the sun, surveying the small plot, the squirrel sat back on his haunches. Plump, with thick gray-brown squirrel hair, his (or her) tiny paws nibbled on some tiny bit of leaf or twig. Watching from inside my living room, I thought  ~ ‘I should get my camera!’ As though getting ready for a good photo-shoot, the little guy (or girl) jumped down from the low stone wall and, in one hop, skip and scamper, jumped up on my little garden container. Settling his fluffy tail, back turned to the watchers, I dismissed the camera thought. As though reading my mind in frustration, that daring little squirrel turned around, sat up and stared at me almost daring me to move. As I turned away ~ the little rascal jumped off into the yard and took his leave with an arrogant flick of his bushy tail. No camera ~ no photo……of the squirrel.

“The squirrel in my yard really knows his way around the neighborhood.”

~ Bob Saget

Habitual Verbosity

Keeping it short ~ ‘it’ being this muse ~

is not an easy habit to change for someone

who is in love with

~ words

   ~ sentences

       ~ paragraphs

         ~ stories

   ~ descriptions

             ~ explanations.........

Oops!!

I’ll stop now.

“The fixity of a habit is generally 

in direct proportion to its absurdity.”

~ Marcel Proust

Heart's Ease #2

In the midst of any change

when balance is threatened,

gratitude steadies our feet,

strengthens our hearts, and

slows sudden runaway urges.

In the midst of any loss

when balance is threatened

gratitude reaches back to find

joyful memories and sunshine

easing heart pangs and twinges.

In the midst of the sunshine of joy

when balance seems absolute

gratitude is a reminder that

humility steadies and slows

our fascination with flying.

"That’s what I learned. I learned I couldn’t shed light 

on love other than to feel its comings and goings and be grateful.”

~ Diane Keaton, Then Again