Harmony is …….
Agreement comes……
Respect means……
Mending with……
Original beliefs…..
Naivety misses…..
Yearning for……
“Out of clutter, find simplicity. From discord, find harmony.
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.”
~ Albert Einstein, The Quotable Einstein
Resilience calls on
integrity, self control
and strength
when in the face of
a cold, blustery wind.
“You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.”
~ Bob Marley
Sidewalks dry
down to the cement;
until they are mushy
or under water.
Streets clear and open;
except for muddy lakes at
street corners or
sidewalk to sidewalk.
The sun was warm,
the wind - well it was windy
but not full of icy fingers.
But the sunshine on a bus
full of serious passengers,
played peek a boo with me
while her grandparents watched and smiled.
Probably a year old,
all dressed in pink,
she saw me smiling at her.
Her brown eyes twinkled,
she covered her pudgy face with little fat fingers,
splayed them into the air and
we played across the aisle
while the mud splattered bus rumbled on.
“Although the world is full of suffering,
it is also full of the overcoming of it.”
~ Helen Keller
How resilient can we be
when we hold hope
tightly in our fists.
Hope, that seems
a bright balloon,
that could easily float away
if we don’t hold tightly to the
thin tether from our hearts.
Maybe, if we tie the tether
firmly to our wrist, ankle or
waist, we can move freely so
we can do the next right thing.
“Maybe everyone can live beyond what they’re capable of .”
~ Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger
Letting words drift
through my mind to have
their own melody is pleasant.
The lyrics are choppy and don’t make much sense;
a salad of the events of the day.
Writing, reviewing, editing;
making granola after supper;
reading The Promise of Canada,
out in the sun to push winter melt towards the drain, a bit of laundry ~ all mundane, necessary things to keep body and soul healthy and happy.
With each minute and hour that passes,
global events and the characters in that play
bully their way in and
threaten a discordant melody.
And they may have their way, but not this day.
Today is for home ~
the strength for all the ‘morrows to come.
“In love of home, the love of country has its rise.”
~ Charles Dickens
It’s late
but never too late
to do the only thing
that comes
at this hour of the night.
It could be getting
into warm flannel pyjamas
or it could be
writing an open letter
to the world to settle
into a peaceable night.
“Courage, my friends; ’tis not too late to build a better world.”
~ Tommy Douglas
Reminiscing about a life
past while my pen scratches
over the beige, lined paper of a little notebook, is like
writing about someone I no longer know. A young girl, then a young woman who has stayed perpetually young
but doing increasingly grownup things. Getting a new job here or there, new friends in all the same places.
Really just a wander through the years as if they really happened.
And maybe they did and my memory is telling me the truth of it.
“Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.”
~ Bob Dylan
