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Saturday, August 31, 2019

Before





Links in a chain
Of daisies or dandelions
A privilege of childhood
Before daisies are just flowers
And dandelions are weeds







“One of the first conditions of happiness is that 
the link between Man and Nature shall not be broken.”
~ Leo Tolstoy

Friday, August 30, 2019

A Word Game


My words seem to have dashed away! 

Important or frivolous words gone! instead of jousting and playing with crossed swords of meaning and purpose. 

Importance too often wins over frivolity 

Frivolity smeared liberally between the heavy bricks of importance
builds something worth the time of day or week and month and year. 

Bricks of importance and privilege 
plus 
the mortar of frivolity with its own sort of privilege 
builds a whimsical house with 
a curvy sloped roof and a funny top hat chimney
puffing out smoke when the fire of passion is hot. 

There is only one leader of a country, 
one C.E.O. of an organization and 
    one famous author of each string of books
but 
a host of us ordinary folk 
living ordinary lives with 
little glitz or glamour
    make the world go ‘round 
        for the Really Important People 
    while doing frivolous things like 
     playing games with our children and going for ice cream.

We are :
Really Important Frivolous People

“The beginning of wisdom is the definition of terms.”
~ Socrates

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Gifted




Where we are

What we are doing

Who we are

Our stories unfold ~
stories ordinary and plain
seem faded and worn ~
rather like late summer land 
when the drying colours
seem to blend into one brown. 
Look closely ~
shaded gold to deepest browns 
splash sudden brilliance from
late summer goldenrods scattered
all along the path of experience
pockets of mauve wildflowers nestled
in the dips and curves of life.

Where we are is a singular privilege.

What we have done is our story.

Who we are is our greatest gift.

“I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it 
I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.”
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay