Caring for the hope
I have in my heart
helps me to find
slivers of joy in each day.
For joy is often in-glorious,
but is aroma of good food,
the kindness of friends,
the feeling of soft grass on bare toes,
a babies gurgling laugh,
the rhythm of well loved music.
When I add up all these sparks of joy,
hope is restored to know
there is always a next good moment.
“I inhale hope with every breath I take.”
~ Sharon Kay Penman, novelist
(1945 ~ 2021)
Coming into a world
so down trodden and
beaten, each child born
knows only of
hunger and a yearning
to be cared for.
With the blossom of youth,
accepting life as it has become,
the yearning is still to be loved.
In the journey of
moments,
years and
decades
there is more doing than being
while beneath it all
remains the desire to be loved.
“We are all born for love. It is the principle
of existence and it’s only end.”
~ Benjamin Israeli, British Prime Minister & writer
Arguments seldom win anything
especially arguments that
run amok through a person’s mind.
All that mind chatter has
the faces and voices from
the distant past ~
everyone living rent free
at my beck and call ~
until I give them
eviction notices
Time passes quietly but they wait
patiently for a so called ‘bad' day
to nail down squatters rights.
With each ‘eviction notice’
their voices lose strength until
I accept
that it really is my own voice
repeating these old messages.
Then I know I really am
the boss of me.
“Be mindful of your self-talk. It’s a conversation with the universe.”
~ David James, footballer
Arguments seldom…
Coming into…
Caring for…
Excitement rolls…
Patience is…
Temptation to…
A day without…
Needing a…
Comfort and …
Entering life…
“I can be changed by what happens to me.
But I refuse to be reduced by it.’
~ Maya Angelou
Courage can restore order
when a chaos of worries
threatens to overwhelm,
Just a tiny bit of courage to
take a deep breath,
take one tiny step,
to believe in that breath
Courage can restore order
when tiredness dictates
with an offer to rest.
“Your best teacher is the person offering you your greatest challenge”
~ Cheryl Richardson, author
As if to convince us that
it was still winter,
the snow fell lightly,
a steady east wind brushing
it through the air. The beauty
of a gentle winter day. But
most of us are smart enough
to know that after today,
it’s time for winter to take
its frosty flakes and go home.
Just not today.
I hope
“…..winter is an exercise in waiting ~ for relief, for a bird to sing,
for the first purple crocus to push up through the snow”
~ Michelle Obama, Becoming
*Authors note: At the risk of repeating myself, this is the third year in a row that I have used this March snow fall picture. I’m still acclimating myself from my years away in locations when March is spring time!
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| Kelowna Farmers Market 2008 |
Memory lane ~
always populated with
smiling faces and scenes.
Opportunity swirled me
back to my Texas journey;
onward to my Kelowna years
at Hazeldell Orchards.
Feeling Lubbock's hot dry air,
hearing and seeing tones of a
another land; the warm hearts
of colleagues in a golden time.
I could feel the carpeted halls,
step inside the curve of the
nursing station, as crowded
and busy as my memories
In Kelowna, air was moist and cool,
pears and apples were juicy and crisp
at my weekend ‘job’ where
the hearts were just as warm ~
a time when my nursing work
was set aside for a few days,
or a month, to live, laugh and
work outside while seasons changed.
Memory lane ~
always populated with
smiling faces and scenes.
“Nostalgia: A device that removes the ruts and potholes from memory lane.”
~ Doug Larson, columnist & editor
(1926 - 2017)
