Words nestle
in the palm of my hand to mean nothing and everything
at day’s end
when a sickle moon
rides high.
sleep settles
her blanket over all
dismissing words and worries
keeping hopes and dreams
beneath my pillow
'til morning comes.
“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”
~ J.R.R.Tolkein
I’m a collector of potato water, kept in the freezer. There's leafy green celery ends in the fridge, an onion that’s been taking up space on the cupboard, one lonely piece of bacon and three large mushrooms. Put those together with 3 bay leaves, salt and the few black peppercorns available. Put the lid on and let them bubble and simmer for a few hours.
The other ingredients:(added to the broth just before storing)
~ 1/2 bag of frozen mixed vegetables
~ 1/2 bag of frozen broccoli cuts
~ boredom and little stamina.
This resting and recovering is hard work!
“I’d rather regret doing something than not doing something.”
~ James Hetfield, musician
Kindness ~
as easy as a breath,
as simple as a smile
graces any life
in a moment.
“How do we change the world?
One random act of kindness at a time.”
~ Morgan Freeman
Dust of the universe, we humans are, with lives full of
meaning from the vantage of our homes; feet up on a stool,
perhaps jogging down the sidewalk, or dancing like a
child, where our universe is
home with families and friends
and, for some,
as many tissues as there are stars.
“We are nothing but space dust,
trying to find its way back to the stars.”
~ David Jones, Love and Space Dust
This is the best kind of relief.
To breath deeply of cool, fresh air.
To walk slowly on forgotten summer
sidewalks laminated with snow,
savouring each step. Pausing to raise
my eyes to see through arching
barren branches to the crystal blue sky.
This is the best kind of relief.
“This is the best kind of love, I thought,
without recompense, without gifts,
or unkind words, without suspicion,
or silence on the telephone.”
~ Billy Collins, Aimless Love
Author’s note: today’s poetry inspired by Aimless Love by Billy Collins
Out of order troubles me.
I’ve been troubled for
the last three days.
Trapped inside, not by
snow or cold but by
some virus or germ
that slipped into my system
without knocking. A semblance
of order survived, but much has
slipped from my grasp until l
am left staring at the flickering
flames of my fireplace wondering
if I’ll ever be healthy again.
Poor me.
This temporary setback,
merely a setback, allows
a regroup and recovery
when others watch wildfires
consume their homes and lives.
To restore order to my small space
between rest and meals is a privilege.
“Self-pity is never useful. It tends to distort like a fun-house mirror.”
~ Anne Roiphe, journalist
The sun came ‘round today,
certain it was just for me,
I called out ‘You’re back!’
grateful for its happy smile.
“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state
of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring”
~ George Santayana
(1863 - 1952)
