Cared about, I still felt lost, then
I looked to my feet. I knew that
only I could direct them
where and when I would go
in this day and time of mine.
My wandering mind took me to
places filled with shining promise
along with stories I told myself
until I shaded in colours of reality,
mixed with dreams I hold dear.
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on,
and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
~ William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Sisters
A cousin
Stories and old photos
Supper out (more stories)
Scrabble (I lost)
Sisters (research)
“In every conceivable manner,
the family is link to our past,
bridge to our future.”
~ Alex Haley
Sisters
Laughing
Stories told
Visiting
Sisters
“A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.”
~ Marion C. Garretty,
20th Century American poet
If I was quiet,
don’t think I’m being rude
I’m holding my tongue.
If I was quiet, it was because
the noise of humanity
hurts my psyche.
If I was quiet,
the stories of others
are more important.
If I was quiet,
it has become
the rhythm of my life.
“The important thing is to know how to take all things quietly.”
~ Michael Faraday, scientist
(1791 ~ 1867)
What word floats by the window of my mind?
The view from a window
is so often the same.
Houses and trees, maybe a man walking his dog,
or a woman walking with purpose to work,
perhaps children playing hopscotch on the sidewalk.
Only the happy sounds of their play reaching my ears.
Each one of these
has their own story,
stories that
I’ll never know.
But stories that
belong to them,
stuck in
back pockets as
the man or
the woman go on
their way through
the next 24 hours.
And for the children,
their stories have just begun
with birthday cakes
and games of hopscotch.
“We do not stop playing because we grow old,
we grow old because we stop playing.”
~ Benjamin Franklin
Holding sway over our minds
early in the morning or
late at night. It may be at the
grocers or the bank.
Stories of
better than or
not good enough
but when we’re strolling
in the shade of an old elm tree,
or by water lapping the shore
we can hear our own truth.
That time when the noise
of the world is merely a fiction;
when just a flock of sparrows,
a breath of wind and brilliant sunlight
hold sway over our minds.
“In the end you don’t so much find yourself
as you find someone who knows who you are.”
~ Robert Brault
Up-ending what we
have for what might
be, shakes the ground
But if we don’t search
farther for the truth of life,
we’ll forever sit at the kitchen
table with the beverage of
our choice telling ourselves
stories of what could have
been. Hope, an echo, grows
faint unless we balance
‘could have been’ with
our dreams, giving them
a place to live and breath.
“If I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how
I look at it ~ keep going, keep going come what may.”
~ Vincent van Gogh
Purpose is only to
find direction in life.
Have I done enough?
Can I do more?
What is the purpose of me?
When will I know?
Could it be as simple as
sharing our stories?
Could it be as simple as
being alert to life around us?
Could it be as simple as
taking care of family bonds?
What is the purpose of me?
When will I know?
Have I done enough?
Can I do more?
Purpose is only to
find direction in life.
“‘I want to make my mark,’ he says.
‘But what target are you going to hit?’”
~ Cecil Castellucci, Boy Proof
Which is Special?
Stories spin themselves….
People come to us ….
Each of us share ….
Can each of us be ….
Integrity will tell us .…
Acting on what we know.…
Laughing and playing ….
“Every day is a part of life, so make it special.”
~ Siddhant R. Shinde
(goodreads.com)
I could talk about before Covid or I could talk about the weather. Which is more interesting? Actually neither, but when I saw this photo, taken about six months before the advent of this nasty virus thing, I thought about the before times. At the same time, with our temperatures trying to get into a deepest possible basement, this showed another before time that will come around again. If I listen to the politicians and the journalists too much and too often, I get very discouraged, wondering when the flowers will bloom again. We are not perfect. There are many unhappy people out there, and some just plain strange. But, if I look around me, listen to the feel good stories, and be confident in neighbours, friends and family ~ even strangers ~, there are always flowers blooming.
“What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?”
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
