Waves of emotion and energy
surged and ebbed
as tides and pull of the moon
grow calmer
and more steady
with the passage of years
til waves lap gently
at the shore.
Unfamiliar but released
from pressured,
working years.
A time to build and live anew
with restored energy and
challenges of our own making.
“The will must be stronger than the skill.”
~ Muhammad Ali
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| Photo taken in Victoria, December 2014 (I ate my slice of cake at Cozyhaus - sorry!) |
I often long for cake
Chocolate
Spice
Carrot cake
White cake if necessary
Icing not a requirement ~
but I’ll never turn it down
Today I gave myself a treat
Only because I hadn’t eaten yet
and I’d walked a long way
‘all sold out’ of rice bowls
forced me ~ yes forced me ~
to either just have tea or maybe,
just maybe a piece of cake?
When I saw a real piece of apple
inside a maple cinnamon cake
with cream cheese frosting ~ two layers!
There was no contest.
It was dense, moist and delicious ~
a perfect accompaniment
to my Peppermint Fog Tea.
“Where there is cake, there is hope.
And there is always cake.”
~ Dean Koontz, author
Author’s note:
Did I not mention the name of this delightful cafe? No?
CozyHaus Desserts and Coffee, 2245 Albert St., Regina
On Instagram: @cozyhaus_regina
Evening is upon me when
the day’s fluff has settled,
books about writing studied,
writing projects worked on,
everything organized from
nutmeg to income tax papers,
clean sheets on my bed,
round of exercises done
I've taken care of my home.
with a certain grace.
At one time I would moan and groan
about boring housework.
Often do sometimes, a useless habit
but time and space for designing
how to care for my own home
has almost changed my perspective.
“There were times, indeed, when the vigor she put into her work was
more of a relief to her feelings that it was an ardor to efface dirt….”
~ Eleanor H. Porter, Pollyanna, 1912
(1868 ~ 1920)
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I knew it was coming
~ the chill of winter
snow lined bare, black branches
left little doubt
~ yet graceful, elegant in
cold foggy morning air.
What I wasn’t prepared for?
what do I wear outside today?
And where is everything?
Do I wear snow boots?
It was all there…..in the closet
~ packed away last spring.
Bundled up, boots on ~ I walked
into the chill and damp of winter.
“Organizing is what you do before you do something,
so that when you do it, it’s not all mixed up.”
~ A.A.Milne, playwriting, poet
There is no grace to worry,
setting it back of mind
until a solution is found,
But a worry has fine threads
wrapped ‘round it
~ how do I know?
When the trouble spot,
like a stone in my shoe
has been fixed,
the threads break in relief,
the pesky stone is tossed away
That’s where grace is felt.
“What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile.”
~ George Henry Powell, songwriter
(1880 ~ 1951)
Music takes my mind away
while my heart slows,
my legs feel the dance.
I am Ginger Rogers
in a gown of
gauze and sequins
on a moonlit patio
Gene Kelly leading me into a waltz.
Breathing deeply, I open my eyes.
My body still sways to the grace of dance.
“After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did.
She just did it backwards and in high heels.”
~ Ann Richards, retired politician, author
Author’s note: Ginger Rogers danced with both Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire
To find the words
to sense the rhythm of life
is to slip away
from habits of a lifetime,
to sway to new melodies
in the moments
of each passing year
to sense the grace of our age.
“Sometimes when I am writing,
I am aware of a rhythm, a dance, a fury,
which is as yet empty of words.”
~ Stephen Spender, poet
(1919 ~ 1995)
Set adrift in my own mind
it was time to stop,
settling gently to the ground,
much like Mary Poppins
with her umbrella.
The earth solid
beneath my feet,
purpose built from stillness
and I moved on into life.
“I’ll stay till the wind changes.”
~ Mary Poppins
Cool evening air
brushed my hair
caressed my face.
Promised rain hesitated
while I swept up
deep red crisp leaves.
“A perfect night….a perfect forever”
~ Mary E. Pearson, The Kiss of Deception
