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| Van Gogh The Immersive Experience in Regina 2023 |
Maps are drawings,
sketches that show the way
around the corner,
out of the city,
over the prairies
to the mountains and
into the surprise of tomorrow
as each step and minute
passes under our feet.
“I learned what every dreaming child needs to know,
that no horizon is so far you cannot get above it or beyond it.”
~ Beryl Markham, author
(1902 ~ 1986)
Out on the balcony where
I could know the power of the storm,
smell the moist, soft rain,
feel cool air on my arms
hear thunder’s deep voice
as it wandered away
I felt safe with my book
revelling in flashes of lightning
seeing dripping trees hold their breath
hearing the slush of traffic
watching the tough, bulky clouds
as they followed the thunder.
“If I accept the sunshine and warmth, then
I must also accept the thunder and lightning.”
~ Khalil Gibran
Tomorrow is only hours away
minutes have not yet begun
to tick for the future that
slips into our dreams
bridging today
unto tomorrow.
“Stop longing. You poison today’s ease reaching always for tomorrow.”
~ Robin Hobb, Fool’s Errand
Tomorrow is….
Out on the…..
Maps are….
Orchestration of….
Running toward….
Roaming the….
Options tested….
Wondering what….
“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
~ L.M.Montgomery
This is a moment when
memories tug at my heart
begging me to tell their stories.
Stories of the first day
trying to ride a bicycle,
of all dressed up for
the first day of school,
of the brick wall of that
school where we bounced
rubber balls with white, blue and red
raced each other on
a sliver filled teeter totter
Skipping ropes - Double Dutch so much fun!
Hop Scotch on the sidewalk at recess
Swinging on seat polished swings
Each of these moments
of fun tucked away in my
heart for a moment for story.
“As long as there are memories, yesterday remains.”
~ Billy Joel
We are never back to square one. It may feel that way:
~ frustration,
anger
annoyance!
years of life and learning
gives opportunities
to shape new circumstances
with well used lessons.
“In the oddity or maybe the miracle of life, the roots of something
new frequently lie in the decaying husks of something old.”
~ Craig D. Lounsbrough, writer
Thin morning clouds
hovered and grew
Thunder muttered
Rain spattered then
poured in sheets
Fragments of blue sky
peered through ~
gone in an instant
air fragrant with moisture
Evening clouds
ride high and spent.
“I love the smell right after a storm.”
~ Elijah Wood
