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Showing posts with label Circles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Circles. Show all posts

Monday, January 12, 2026

Dreamshapes



All I wanted was one word.


Just one word to begin 


a string of words, 

   a sentence, 

      a paragraph 


to shape yesterday

   to shape today

      to shape tomorrow 


Yesterday’s shape?

   A full circle morning til night


Today’s shape?

   Circle ~ not yet complete

    Yet filled with reading, walking and home.


Tomorrow?

   Full of clear and cloudy skies

      Stories to tell and be told


All I wanted was one word. 


“There are not many original shapes or silhouettes

 ~ only a million variations.”

~ Charles James, designer

(1906 ~ 1978)

Tuesday, July 9, 2024

Changes in Time

Studied, circular ~ an arrangement of our lives with the arc of the sun in cloudy or clear we walk or run through man-made calendar days, our shadows falling behind or before us keeping pace with our footprints as the sun 

 slips from our view 

  sharing its light, ray by ray,

   with the rest if the world.



“The time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.”

~ John F. Kennedy

Saturday, August 5, 2023

For Maxine

Can each of us be present 

in the rising or setting of the sun, 

or the beginning or ending a life?


Only through our memories,

family stories shared

in laughter and tears.


Such an evening was set on

the prairie where wheat fields grew, 

broad blue sky spanned the horizon.


as family, we were each present

to close one circle and

open it to the next generation.


“Family is found…whether it be blood or circumstance or choice, 

what binds us does not matter. All that matters is that we are bound.”

~ Taylor Jenkins Reid, Malibu Rising


E Maxine Manning nee Newell
December 19, 1928 - March 10, 2022

Monday, April 17, 2023

Talking Circles






In talking circles, 

stories meet in the middle,

experience showering us 

with strength.






“….. the portable community of talking circles; groups that gather with 

all five senses and allow for consciousness to change.”

~ Gloria Steinem, My Life on the Road

Tuesday, March 28, 2023

Circling Blossoms



Stepping into circles 

where there are no corners 

it’s easy to be brave 


when around the circle 

smiles of welcome blossom,

and hands reach out to help


Stepping into circles 

where there are no corners 

it’s easy to belong.




“There are patterns which emerge in one’s life, 

circling and returning anew, 

an endless variation of a theme.”

~ Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel’s Chosen

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Chapter Two, Episode Eighty - Circles of Family and Friends - Situationally Theirs

Circles of Family and Friends


Tonight, I’m taking this opportunity to just review the last two years since the first episode on March 25, 2020. As the Storyteller of Situationally Theirs, I should know what each of the residents and participants of the Beaufort Estate story think of when not being showcased. But I don’t. They each must have lives outside of their little worlds. Mustn’t they? How do they seem to remain calm while the rest of the world is whirling about?


That’s not quite true. In over two years, they have had their struggles. Desperanza Eliot, or Dez as she prefers, started this story with a bank robbery! Not a real one, just one of opportunity that turned out to be quite unsuccessful. In short, her first experience was at the beginning of the Covid 19 pandemic, when she was covered with Lysol and taken to the police. From there, the next character was Emelina Beaufort, who turned out to be Dez's sister. Widowed and grief stricken, she was the sole owner of an estate outside of city of Hartley where Dez lived. That same evening, Emelina was left alone for the first time in four years. A call from police to come and get her sister, roused her in the middle of the night. The sisters had not seen or heard from each other for about 10 years. This is where the story began. 


Set on Vancouver Island, the beautiful Beaufort Estate and it's residents seems to have no purpose other than to provide a living for Emelina Beaufort’s staff: James Digby, butler; Martha Haverstock, housekeeper, Elizabeth Saunders, Cook and Samuel Forrester, groundsman. There was a time when the Estate was apparently filled with busy comings and goings. That time had passed and Emelina’s grief kept her from being aware of her responsibilities. For the first fourteen episodes, as they told me their stories, Dez and Emelina were getting to know each other again, living in the kitchen of the Estate, taking care of each other and following pandemic recommendations. 


I could go on. Dez returned to her apartment and kept taking this job and that job. Emelina grew into her role as an employer. James and Martha finally declared their love for each other after working together for over twenty five years and were married. Cook - that’s Elizabeth Saunders - just keeps on cooking and taking care of people with her good food. Oh, and she has a good friend, a very good friend, in Samuel Forrester. Samuel does keep to himself and would rather be on the land than in any house. Has what he calls a ‘shack’ at the edges of the Estate. Everyone does have their own home which allows them to come and go on each work day.


There have been many other people who have come and gone throughout the last two years and will continue living their lives outside the story. Martha’s daughter and grandchildren, Cook’s letters to her sister Lily in England, most recently James reunion with his brother Thom and his partner Sonja; Samuel adopting a lost dog, naming him Brewster. There was Brigitte Smithson, originally Emelina’s maid who left for university. Giles Thornton, the Estate's chauffeur, married and with children, who lives off the estate. Even a little ghost named Sarah has made several appearances. Tanya, a teenager and babysitter. Tucker, another teenager who did odd jobs for the estate. (The little ghost girl fell in love with him.) Dr. Jeremy Crawford, who marries Emelina, is a doctor in the city hospital.


Although, Situationally Theirs is about Dez and Emelina, it is also about the circle of friends and family around them. Not that different from many people, just living the best way we can in the the world of the Pandemic which goes on and on with each wave. 


“The purpose of our lives is to be happy.”

~ Dalai Lama

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Listing

Whiteboard fridge magnet!
‘List’ is a word with sound like a hiss 
that snakes on tables, counters and desks

reminders for todo's to be done any day
on a scrap of paper that slithers away.

’til the search is done, that papery scrap
is the errand today in our circular trap.

chalk boards, whiteboards, recipe cards?
magnets on metal or tacks into cork?

No papery scraps for me, you or they.
Cell phones with notes save every day!

If the cell phone is lost, panic’s a stress
for lost is a list and everything else! 

“I can make another list because the choice is mine. 
A list of what to do. So I won’t be listless ever again.”
~ Johnny Rich, The Human Script

Friday, March 23, 2018

Circling




Busy work -
Sputtering not puttering
energy with no place to go
leaking from fingertips and toes, running about on the surface until finding a door to depth and meaning


“Beware the barrenness of a busy life.”
~ Socrates

Don’t forget!  March is Epilepsy month with Purple Day for Epilepsy on March 26 each year.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Concentric Circles


A newborn child grows and plays, 
learning family life-long ways.

Each family will have joys to share
and maybe wounds will need some care.

Teens spiral out to church and school.
Not one of them without some tools.

From village, town and cities strong
grown children enter world’s great throngs.

Building community quite far from home,
when babies are born, new families bloom.

*****

Epilepsy in one child, in one adult, one elder
affects families and communities ~
    ~ locally, regionally, nationally and globally.

“I don’t believe that life is linear.  I think of it 
as circles ~ concentric circles that connect.”
~ Michelle Williams

Resources at:
The World Health Organization
The International League against Epilepsy
The International Bureau for Epilepsy

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Dancing in Rounds


Stay where your feet are
Circles of dancers
move slowly, calmly,
deliberately forward, 
hands entwined on either side.

Stay where your feet are
Feet in a circle
shuffle and swing
bells jingling
drums beating rhythm

Stay where your feet are
Hold your head high
Small clusters
Open circles
Close to the land

“We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes 
of outer value that we forget that the inner value, the rapture 
that is associated with being alive, is what it’s all about.”
~ Joseph Campbell


Friday, August 24, 2012

Hunting Buddies






Rocks at Hornby Island
Hunting Buddies

Folk lore always has a great story to it, but held up in the light of day, this particular piece of lore seemed preposterous.  A group of men were at their daily haunt, the coffee shop, critically reading the rag that was popular with some of their wives.  “There’s no such thing.” They all agreed and because they were bored, decided to see for themselves. The newspaper article was very specific about the location of the sighting. The motley crew of coffee buddies loaded themselves in one of their pickups and went hunting. If anyone asked, they were looking for fossils and rocks, driftwood and sea stars - for their grandkids.

Parking close to the beach, the treasure hunters strolled nonchalantly down the spit of land in the direction of the circle of trees shielding a slender waterfall splashed through scraggly bushes and dow tall rock cliffs.
They each found what looked like a fossil or two, which slid into jacket pockets. As they approached an evergreen bush at the end of the beach, they could hear children splashing and playing. “Maybe we should go back. What if it’s some of the kids from town. They'll see us.”

But being quite brave, the group decided to just peek around the bush and see who was really there. Rounding the bush, they saw a beautiful chestnut haired mermaid riding the waves at the base of the foaming waterfall, three mer-children flipping in the water. The mer-family saw the group of men with their mouths hanging open, peering around the bush and, in a flash, the mermaid and her children were gone beneath the waves.

“Creative people are curious, flexible, persistent and independent 
with a tremendous spirit of  adventure and a love of play.”
~ Henry Matisse

** This third version uses the same base six words as the previous two posts (Aug. 22 and 23, 2012): bush, waterfall, mermaid, fossil, circle, preposterous. (from a writing exercise March 2011)