Yawning
despite the desire to keeping reading,
plot twisting and turning,
characters leaping over gigantic obstacles,
solid
black
fading
in and out
Characters in slow motion
Obstacles softening and translucent
…….what happened?! …..
I just dozed off again!
“It was a way of recognizing places of enchantment:
people falling asleep like this.”
~ Jonathan Franzen, novelist
Ambition to live the life
we were given
put on the wayside
when confronted with style,
images and must do’s.
If we do not measure up
then we chance to
forget our own courage
and desire for independence.
Independence of thought,
of action
of belief
in life as we see it.
And so we climb
into that suit of armour
that fits us best and
take the direction of our choice
despite pitfalls that may be in our path.
“We never know how high we are
Till we are called rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.”
~ Emily Dickinson, Aspiration
Dreading what turn the weather might take, I was very pleasantly surprised. The afternoon was bright and warm with just a cool breeze throughout the afternoon. A modest gathering sat in lawn chairs at a farm just north of Southey where we were entertained by Jeffrey Straker, a Canadian folk/roots singer-songwriter-pianist backed by an instrumentalist on a base cello. His music was lively and covered his Saskatchewan roots from the prairie skies to the demise of the tall grain elevators! He included the song he wrote for King Charles’ coronation, which did reach King Charles, who sent a gracious reply. Jeffrey is quite a story teller as well!
I attempted to take photos, but the sun was too bright and I was too moved by his music. These lilies were in my photo files that fit the bill.
“Folk music is the original melody of man;
it is the musical mirror of the world.”
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Recalling each moment past
is no easier than stopping
the flow of water whether
river, lake or ocean with
trees lining their banks
dipping their branches low
shelters for birds and
our memories
Watching clouds in the sky
~ moving vessels of memory
golden at sunset
or red at sunrise
clouds of white puffs,
storm clouds filled
with thunder and lightning
Recalling each yesterday when we look.
“Memory is not frozen it’s very much alive, it moves, it changes.”
~ Louis Malle, film director
(1932~ 1995)
Everything went sideways ~
that’s what happened one
yesterday, or maybe more,
those sideways days ~ just
cracks in days planned to flow gentle as a summer river
interrupted by a summer storm. What are sideways things? In the middle:
dropping a glass container
that shatters!
or spilling a dish of water
(the floor needed washing anyway)
or the dreaded hairballs that must be cleaned up1
There are many little everythings like that
outside the order of the day’s plan.
Words coloured violent blue assault the air.
’til everything’s righted with brooms, rags and lysol.
“Anything and everything you can think of can turn your life around.”
~ Nik Halik, astronaut, entrepreneur
Time slipped
minute by minute
the only thing visible
the sun and the moon
~ celestial hands of
true time that watch
over each day and night.
“My roses are my jewels;
the sun, moon and stars my clocks;
fruit and water my fare.”
~ Lady Hester Stanhope
(1776 ~ 1839)
Suspending time,
memories slid into view,
softened treasures cherished,
blackened edges honoured
~ yesterday’s blossoms of
learning, knowing and feeling.
Suspending time,
memories slid into view….
“As long as there are memories, yesterday remains.”
~ Billy Joel, pianist
Entertaining choices:
not all that entertaining
when seen as drudgery or
maybe challenging to the soul.
Both involve a deep breath but
that’s where the similarity ends.
Housework chores are visible
~ have a beginning and an end.
Fears, nervousness, anxieties
creep in slowly, silently
Colouring today, tomorrow and
yesterday in shades of darkness
that can’t be washed away until
tiny fragments of courage and hope
allow small steps and choices
to blossom and brighten each moment.
“May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.”
~ Nelson Mandela
(1918 ~ 2013)
Yesterday remembers
plans pushed aside for
plans from the day before
forgotten and revived
Yesterday remembers
the crazy busyness of the phone
or someone coming to the door or
breaking a favourite ornament
Yesterday remembers,
in the midst of today,
as a dream that vanishes
all frayed and gauzy.
Yesterday remembers
what must be done today with
hope that we will pick up the
loose threads and weave a new tapestry.
“If you fell down yesterday, stand up today.”
~ H.G.Wells, writer
(1866 ~ 1946)
Yesterday remembers…
Entertaining choices….
Suspending time….
Time slipped….
Everything went…..
Recalling each…..
Dreading what…
Ambition to…..
Yawning despite…..
“I can’t go back to yesterday ~ because I was a different person then.”
~ Lewis Carroll, writer
(1832 ~ 1898)
