tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17739480274078201712024-03-13T01:38:03.086-06:00Daily SpiritMUSINGS TO NOURISH THE SOULMyrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comBlogger702125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-62780909434392446432022-01-15T08:32:00.000-07:002022-01-15T08:32:24.420-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTdY8fXYaV60qHcz4X5VyE7q5EZhWtuSL_H8pVvgzoufgu0ALkd5qaMjJMaW2N0l6KaEL0E-DDBLNQT_gigl2Y71cxdzlWeLGVgniaZw4UguPiKlJGHv_iKjMMHWxFII9R29KKIdwI1M-AtT81tggfx9CAuUw-scpgloZ-yhlmReXjErFcfQO6AgnXnw=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTdY8fXYaV60qHcz4X5VyE7q5EZhWtuSL_H8pVvgzoufgu0ALkd5qaMjJMaW2N0l6KaEL0E-DDBLNQT_gigl2Y71cxdzlWeLGVgniaZw4UguPiKlJGHv_iKjMMHWxFII9R29KKIdwI1M-AtT81tggfx9CAuUw-scpgloZ-yhlmReXjErFcfQO6AgnXnw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I sit outside</p><p>The wind chills me</p><p>Clouds slowly fly by</p><p>Peeking at me between swaying trees</p><p>I notice some little white and pink flowers</p><p>Their beauty smiles </p><p>A dog barks in the distance</p><p>Perhaps chasing an escaping squirrel</p><p>A boy on a mini bike rushes down the road</p><p>The dog barks louder</p><p>The world is in motion</p><p>It lives, it gives</p><p>I sit outside</p><p>Quietly being, witnessing</p><p>While my silence screams</p><p><span style="text-align: center;">THANK YOU!</span></p><p><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="text-align: center;">Sherry at <a href="Earth week.com">Earthweel.com</a>. asks us to focus on gratitude in spite of the difficulties this world is enduring. I do think it is always the perfect time to appreciate life and beauty.</span></p><p><span style="text-align: center;">(I'm responding to last week's prompt very late. Been having all sorts of technical difficulties.) </span></p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-37758436768964950692021-11-23T05:41:00.000-07:002021-11-23T05:41:42.674-07:00GRATITUDE FOR MOTHER EARTH<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(55, 55, 55); color: #373737; font-family: "Libre Baskerville", serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start;">\</span></div><img alt="" class="size-large wp-image-1800 aligncenter" data-attachment-id="1800" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-caption="" data-image-description="" data-image-meta="{"aperture":"0","credit":"","camera":"","caption":"","created_timestamp":"0","copyright":"","focal_length":"0","iso":"0","shutter_speed":"0","title":"","orientation":"1"}" data-image-title="autumn light 2" data-large-file="https://earthweal.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/autumn-light-2.jpg?w=584" data-medium-file="https://earthweal.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/autumn-light-2.jpg?w=300" data-orig-file="https://earthweal.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/autumn-light-2.jpg" data-orig-size="1082,736" data-permalink="https://earthweal.com/2021/11/22/earthweal-weekly-challenge-praising-is-what-matters/autumn-light-2/" height="397" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 584px) 100vw, 584px" src="https://earthweal.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/autumn-light-2.jpg?w=584&h=397" srcset="https://earthweal.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/autumn-light-2.jpg?w=584&h=397 584w, https://earthweal.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/autumn-light-2.jpg?w=150&h=102 150w, https://earthweal.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/autumn-light-2.jpg?w=300&h=204 300w, https://earthweal.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/autumn-light-2.jpg?w=768&h=522 768w, https://earthweal.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/autumn-light-2.jpg?w=1024&h=697 1024w, https://earthweal.files.wordpress.com/2021/11/autumn-light-2.jpg 1082w" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); caret-color: rgb(55, 55, 55); clear: both; color: #373737; display: block; font-family: "Libre Baskerville", serif; font-size: 15px; height: auto; margin: 0.4em auto 1.625em; max-width: calc(100% - 14px); padding: 6px; text-align: start; width: auto;" width="584" /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I look forward to sunsets</p><p style="text-align: center;">The way lovers anticipate surrender</p><p style="text-align: center;">To explosive climactic splendor</p><p style="text-align: center;">Before colors dissolve into monochrome</p><p style="text-align: center;">Though never totally devoid of light</p><p style="text-align: center;">The night seems full of finality </p><p style="text-align: center;">A little like death </p><p style="text-align: center;">But with potential for revival</p><p style="text-align: center;">When its darkness like a womb</p><p style="text-align: center;">Births millions of possibilities </p><p style="text-align: center;">Then the world, so ill, endures</p><p style="text-align: center;">Thankful for its remaining health</p><p style="text-align: center;">In its beauty that still blooms</p><p style="text-align: center;">While I cherish, relish</p><p style="text-align: center;">Its resiliency </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Brandon, at <a href="http://Earthweal.com">Earthweal</a>, challenges us, as we approach Thanksgiving Day here in the US, to write about our gratitude for our world.</p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-22232769441139089832021-10-31T08:11:00.002-06:002021-10-31T08:11:29.787-06:00THINKING ABOUT A LANTERN <p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nU60ILTvLhw/YX6hXVw3ptI/AAAAAAAAD0s/BZIQ1g6Dnjoi6_ileZExoYqyutKq5hMDgCNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="500" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nU60ILTvLhw/YX6hXVw3ptI/AAAAAAAAD0s/BZIQ1g6Dnjoi6_ileZExoYqyutKq5hMDgCNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="192" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">There’s a little lantern within us</p><p style="text-align: center;">It’s flames light our path</p><p style="text-align: center;">But remember it’s wick requires fuel</p><p style="text-align: center;"> *</p><p style="text-align: center;">Internal light is not hidden</p><p style="text-align: center;">It radiates through our thoughts, our words</p><p style="text-align: center;">Enlightening others or burning them</p><p style="text-align: center;"> *</p><p style="text-align: center;">Unintentional flashes of ourselves often seep out</p><p style="text-align: center;">Unfiltered by those shades that attempt to dim</p><p style="text-align: center;">To camouflage the real we are</p><p style="text-align: center;"> *</p><p style="text-align: center;">That little lantern inside</p><p style="text-align: center;">Has potential to be a blinding light</p><p style="text-align: center;">But also to generate radiant heat</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Hope everyone is having a wonderful day. May your light shine bright.</p><p>For The <a href="http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com">Sunday Muse</a> where we are asked to use the photo as a prompt.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-81399908948125987712021-10-25T12:03:00.003-06:002021-10-25T12:03:57.341-06:00The ghosts of innocence<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTE4To3i3WY/YXbsphSgkwI/AAAAAAAAD0k/JkZOG-R-yIYM8e1kZ-qR8cP7Tr82XCb3gCNcBGAsYHQ/s1023/93494F3E-7733-4CDE-A05F-317DC4A4B0EE.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="1023" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTE4To3i3WY/YXbsphSgkwI/AAAAAAAAD0k/JkZOG-R-yIYM8e1kZ-qR8cP7Tr82XCb3gCNcBGAsYHQ/w400-h268/93494F3E-7733-4CDE-A05F-317DC4A4B0EE.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>The dead are with us</p><p>Hovering through our spaces </p><p>Or dangling from clouds</p><p>Waiting to creep into our minds</p><p>Where they can invade our souls</p><p>Spirits have potential purpose</p><p>Power to infuse their essence into ours</p><p>Transforming us by blessing us</p><p>Or haunting us in darkness</p><p>They can exist in throngs like angels</p><p>Or thrive eternally in demonic fire</p><p><br /></p><p>Perhaps this is fable</p><p>But I know the living mingle</p><p>Choices for good and evil </p><p>Here on earth</p><p>Haunted by the ghastly ghosts </p><p>Of our collective innocence ‘</p><div><br /></div><p><br /></p><p>I am submitting to Earthweal where Sara asks to write about Samhein.</p><p><br /></p><p>She writes: “ <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(55, 55, 55); color: #373737; font-family: "Libre Baskerville", serif; font-size: 15px;">Of all the cross-quarter festivals, Samhain is the only one that seems to have retained a hold on the popular imagination. The ancient festival was co-opted by the Church into All Hallows’ Eve, and then transformed and transmuted into the festival of pumpkins and witches and monsters we know today. It’s more enthusiastically celebrated than Easter, I think, and is second only to Christmas as a popular festival.”</span></p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-25553383005211740932021-10-09T06:15:00.000-06:002021-10-09T06:15:50.550-06:00SAD THOUGHTS<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJi_Xx_u6RQ/YWBu7LOuByI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/U2RVcfrgCuw_jBj1jbqvaxvIZS1vFxVMACNcBGAsYHQ/s862/5294DC81-55D3-49D1-A7D7-A9F2563E6183.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="693" data-original-width="862" height="257" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJi_Xx_u6RQ/YWBu7LOuByI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/U2RVcfrgCuw_jBj1jbqvaxvIZS1vFxVMACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/5294DC81-55D3-49D1-A7D7-A9F2563E6183.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Worldatlas.com</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Oil spills, fires, war, humans</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">So many threats to this earth</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">But she persists, insists -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Resilience!</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">She wants life, beauty</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">To never die</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">She teaches infants (us) endless lessons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Repeat, repeat, repeat</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">But (r)evolution is slow</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Will it take supereons</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">For humanity to reach adulthood?</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">How many planets</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Can babies break?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">This earth is constantly on my mind especially as I watch my grandkids grow. I worry about the world I leave them. Still, I try to keep hope in my heart and trust earth’s wisdom.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Submitted to <a href="http://Earthwheal.com">Earthwheal.com</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><p></p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-6762569486955771612021-10-06T11:13:00.002-06:002021-10-06T11:55:49.404-06:00DETACHMENT<p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-om0dqGM17H0/YVxnEbfHOPI/AAAAAAAAD0A/1W_QdF38e-0J2hZ94df7fjobfNOAWgp7gCNcBGAsYHQ/s900/2038FDCC-CCE2-470D-A04B-20A515B791BB.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-om0dqGM17H0/YVxnEbfHOPI/AAAAAAAAD0A/1W_QdF38e-0J2hZ94df7fjobfNOAWgp7gCNcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/2038FDCC-CCE2-470D-A04B-20A515B791BB.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(fineartamerica.com)</td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></blockquote><br /> <p></p><p>I’ve been missing</p><p>Seeing you each morning</p><p>My monumental, majestic mountains</p><p> Beholding your beauty </p><p>Kept me grounded, aware</p><p>How huge yet small we both are</p><p>Within the magnitude of being</p><p>You are immovable </p><p>Not I </p><p>Though you reside in my heart</p><p>I left you</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsgtCBBnFsI/YVxlrobcryI/AAAAAAAADz4/pWkfFZ499y0eQxhSN1O1vhvIhit3W-BNACNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/DBCAA382-82E7-4A16-8AA5-175A5DC2604A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1155" data-original-width="1600" height="289" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsgtCBBnFsI/YVxlrobcryI/AAAAAAAADz4/pWkfFZ499y0eQxhSN1O1vhvIhit3W-BNACNcBGAsYHQ/w400-h289/DBCAA382-82E7-4A16-8AA5-175A5DC2604A.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">But love unlimited expands to varied soils</p><p style="text-align: center;">My mornings are now green </p><p style="text-align: center;">Green the grass</p><p style="text-align: center;">Green the trees</p><p style="text-align: center;">Green the bushes</p><p style="text-align: center;"> Green the leaves</p><p style="text-align: center;">Green my heart</p><p style="text-align: center;">As my love turns green</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>(Recently moved from New Mexico to Florida.)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Written for Eartwheel.com where Sherry asks us to write about collateral beauty.</p><p><br /></p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-36821286460171155022021-09-27T08:43:00.000-06:002021-09-27T08:43:15.071-06:00I AM <p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vSpaLdzAhRg/YVHX7BLF40I/AAAAAAAADzk/PMUzsAaqzlIbKKx1RFoJxrrBBzIQwq6wgCNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="766" data-original-width="1024" height="239" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vSpaLdzAhRg/YVHX7BLF40I/AAAAAAAADzk/PMUzsAaqzlIbKKx1RFoJxrrBBzIQwq6wgCNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">I am an old house</p><p style="text-align: center;">Inhabited by ghosts of spring</p><p style="text-align: center;">While autumn leaves surround me</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My structure is weakening</p><p style="text-align: center;">I wonder how long it will stand</p><p style="text-align: center;">Against those inevitable winds</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Though my essence is intangible </p><p style="text-align: center;">I fear this too will gradually fade</p><p style="text-align: center;">Time is memory’s eraser </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Though sagging I still encompass my being</p><p style="text-align: center;">Like every house I am uniquely distinguished </p><p style="text-align: center;">By what I hold within</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Though falling I am still a building</p><p style="text-align: center;">Becoming </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>(Can you guess I just had a birthday?)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Written for <a href="http://thesunaymuse.blogspot.com">The Sunday Muse</a> where we are asked to write a poem with the photo as a prompt.</p><p><br /></p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-21779370523591034892021-09-18T08:47:00.000-06:002021-09-18T08:47:14.310-06:00THE ACTOR<div class="separator"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BZ_bbX1p00/YUX6jd9yMsI/AAAAAAAADzc/tmyyPLffM6EFugV_TIQyUFtxRpGlHBs6gCNcBGAsYHQ/s662/66FE0454-9E93-406F-8B73-33BACD67D137.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BZ_bbX1p00/YUX6jd9yMsI/AAAAAAAADzc/tmyyPLffM6EFugV_TIQyUFtxRpGlHBs6gCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/66FE0454-9E93-406F-8B73-33BACD67D137.jpeg" width="273" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Success! He finally climbed that last step on the ladder. No matter the endless repetition seeking recognition from those whose disposition mattered. He reached the top.</p><p>However, his happiness is camouflage, a proper costume for the part of triumphant man. His flair hides despair. The cigar is prop for smoke to screen his tears.</p><p>Process like progress requires choice. He chose to neglect her. She chose to leave him.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Submitted to <a href="Http://the Sunday use.blogspot.com">The Sunday Muse. </a> </p><p>We are asked to write a poem or vignette about a selected photo.</p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-78607761994183846682021-09-12T09:09:00.001-06:002021-09-12T09:34:58.489-06:00<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">LIFE IS A BRAID?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0OLQuBlem8/YT4QXp2EfXI/AAAAAAAADzU/n3ThGbgk6skVbwJQt5AqKvkHXL6YoGs8gCNcBGAsYHQ/s294/4C06DCB7-6783-4B8B-8323-98F83290CFF1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="236" height="294" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0OLQuBlem8/YT4QXp2EfXI/AAAAAAAADzU/n3ThGbgk6skVbwJQt5AqKvkHXL6YoGs8gCNcBGAsYHQ/s0/4C06DCB7-6783-4B8B-8323-98F83290CFF1.jpeg" width="236" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Finally</p><p>Have you learned?</p><p>Can you teach me now</p><p>How to live as an elder?</p><p>Or is living always the same -</p><p>Interlaced strands of joy, sadness, monotony </p><p>With an occasional accent the color of hope</p><p>And the occasional mess the color of tragedy</p><p>Is living about learning through repetition?</p><p>Is living about loving?</p><p>If so, </p><p>May we all learn to live deeply.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>It’s been a very long time since I’ve written on my blog. Life has been giving me lessons. Most of my family had COVID, my husband and I moved cross country, we are adjusting to living near daughter, son in law and a very different climate. All is well - my life is being braided by time.</p><p>Glad to be back.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Submitted to The Sunday Muse. </p><p><br /></p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-6718806411700234112021-03-02T10:54:00.000-07:002021-06-01T00:57:31.115-06:00<br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CdRDhUdaKo/YD56YPE5CSI/AAAAAAAADww/0kMT16yse70zV-HxdU7AtzkgEtl12f-7ACNcBGAsYHQ/s1080/thumbnail%2B%252893%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CdRDhUdaKo/YD56YPE5CSI/AAAAAAAADww/0kMT16yse70zV-HxdU7AtzkgEtl12f-7ACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail%2B%252893%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Brendan at <a href="http://earthweal.com">Earthweal</a> challenges us to write about the unsayable nature of the pandemic. </p><p style="text-align: left;">In my county, levels of Covid 19 are still high. We remain in the "red" zone - a designation of danger.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Recently, I informed someone that the parents of a friend had died of Covid. After a brief silence, she commented: "Well, they were old weren't they?"</p><p style="text-align: left;"> I think grief for ourselves and others has been silent as this world continues to battle the effects of this pandemic. Perhaps confronting it, speaking of it, is too painful.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">LIFE IN THE TIME OF COVID </p><p style="text-align: center;">Resentment grows silently</p><p style="text-align: center;">Like the weeds in my yard</p><p style="text-align: center;">That sprout unwanted green</p><p style="text-align: center;">Which I cut down repeatedly</p><p style="text-align: center;">Though its roots remain strong</p><p style="text-align: center;">Hidden</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">There’s so much green I do want </p><p style="text-align: center;">The kind that soothes or excites</p><p style="text-align: center;">Merely by uniquely growing</p><p style="text-align: center;">Responding to my nurture </p><p style="text-align: center;">To my perception of beauty</p><p style="text-align: center;">Thriving</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Each shade of green grows now</p><p style="text-align: center;">Within me, without my tending</p><p style="text-align: center;">As I obediently cower in a shell</p><p style="text-align: center;">Untouchable, hiding under cover</p><p style="text-align: center;">Surviving while dying</p><p style="text-align: center;">Waiting</p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;">"Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises."</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pedro Calderon de la Barca</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-8777145729499008302021-02-21T09:36:00.000-07:002021-02-21T09:36:34.059-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8bNhXBgc2I/YDKDSrRTBdI/AAAAAAAADwc/IuKJkntEtycimLluj9uPhN0iYgIC1BWEACNcBGAsYHQ/s1888/thumbnail%2B%252890%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1888" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8bNhXBgc2I/YDKDSrRTBdI/AAAAAAAADwc/IuKJkntEtycimLluj9uPhN0iYgIC1BWEACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail%2B%252890%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">THE THINKER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pensive, pondering</div><div style="text-align: center;">He wonders</div><div style="text-align: center;">In wordless thoughts:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Serenity, happiness, fulfillment,</div><div style="text-align: center;">(all their antonyms too).</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the vacuum of his mind</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nebulous questions also lurk:</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think... I am?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am... I think?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A psuedo-philosophic entry for <a href="http://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com">Poets and Storytellers United.</a></div><p></p>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-24274521506230896582021-02-21T08:48:00.000-07:002023-07-30T06:10:18.765-06:00Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-10271246375260096102021-01-04T17:04:00.000-07:002021-01-04T17:04:55.931-07:00<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">IF I COULD TALK TO THE ANIMALS</p><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"> I wouldn't say too much<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">It's too hard to phrase apologies<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">About all they've undergone.<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Words of my love for them<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">May sound like an empty gong.<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">We have abused them for so long.<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Instead, I choose to listen to their songs<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Of protest, sadness, gladness<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">About being on this earth<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Where we all belong.<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><i>This week Sherri at <a href="earthweel.com">Earthweel</a> challenges us to "speak for animals" as we consider their gifts to us, as well as the challenges they face, too often due to our disregard and disrespect for them. </i></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><i>I love animals and wish I could do more to preserve them and save them from abuses. In the hope that somehow my intentions matter, that what I do symbolically translates through the ethers into tangible help for them, I write little poems to them as I attempt to capture their images through my sketches and photos</i></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><i>These are some samples of my entries:</i></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwvhP5-hhoA/X_OpxF-Vh-I/AAAAAAAADvM/NaLSlrzJQC4FIftgpBqnFarRd_9HF5bXQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1080/thumbnail%2B%252885%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwvhP5-hhoA/X_OpxF-Vh-I/AAAAAAAADvM/NaLSlrzJQC4FIftgpBqnFarRd_9HF5bXQCNcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/thumbnail%2B%252885%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4hYSPUdOHg/X_Oqkx0x7lI/AAAAAAAADvk/CFJ3pXpFXIQ3EGohQaKpwjllRmpCMuRvgCNcBGAsYHQ/s1080/thumbnail%2B%252882%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4hYSPUdOHg/X_Oqkx0x7lI/AAAAAAAADvk/CFJ3pXpFXIQ3EGohQaKpwjllRmpCMuRvgCNcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/thumbnail%2B%252882%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjdRj4UZQ7M/X_Oqv9D4qyI/AAAAAAAADvo/cFcuadYDqH8ner-FbMoFjax7wLLQcIkNACNcBGAsYHQ/s1080/thumbnail%2B%252881%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjdRj4UZQ7M/X_Oqv9D4qyI/AAAAAAAADvo/cFcuadYDqH8ner-FbMoFjax7wLLQcIkNACNcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/thumbnail%2B%252881%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-91629340797707448142020-11-22T10:27:00.000-07:002020-11-22T10:27:43.679-07:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKvVCPII7PE/X7qcn-AEi3I/AAAAAAAADuc/S7VU4BMF6UcOla9livRZG4CQcML6P2O5wCNcBGAsYHQ/s1080/thumbnail%2B%252877%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="1080" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKvVCPII7PE/X7qcn-AEi3I/AAAAAAAADuc/S7VU4BMF6UcOla9livRZG4CQcML6P2O5wCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail%2B%252877%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">A QUAIL
MEDITATION<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Most evenings
as the sun descends<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">The sky
becomes a flame<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">As if trying
to wave goodbye to the day<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">I always
feel a tinge of sadness<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">As I witness
the passing of time<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">When night
gradually suffuses the light –<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">A tiny death
preparing me for inevitable endings<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Most
evenings before the sun descends<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">I watch a parade
of noisy quail march behind my house<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Their pretty
colors barely visible in greyness of earth<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">They seek
their simple goal of slumber in safe shelter<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Unaware of
their beauty, or the gift they bestow <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">On the
watcher who forgets about death or sorrow<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Or the
greyness that envelopes earth<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Time becomes
that moment when the quail seek to sleep<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">While the
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Each other's reflection</div><div style="text-align: center;">Conglomeration of</div><div style="text-align: center;">Order - chaos</div><div style="text-align: center;">Growth - destruction</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reason - insanity</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love - hate</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life - death</div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw myself become</div><div style="text-align: center;">Green then a rainbow</div><div style="text-align: center;">Naturally fused</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am nature</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nature is me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our bond </div><div style="text-align: center;">Superbly strong</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like a weed</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JN0exOWDyQw/X2Pw3ptxKLI/AAAAAAAADs4/ZOyTkHUHUoUbYddxw-o-unDSYWyMA0sVgCNcBGAsYHQ/s1080/thumbnail%2B%252866%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JN0exOWDyQw/X2Pw3ptxKLI/AAAAAAAADs4/ZOyTkHUHUoUbYddxw-o-unDSYWyMA0sVgCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail%2B%252866%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For Earthwheel.</div><br /><div><br /></div>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-59072445629680209042020-07-31T16:58:00.001-06:002020-07-31T16:58:03.090-06:00<div dir="ltr">
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Jane Goodall is an English <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primatology" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Primatology">primatologist</a> and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropology" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Anthropology">anthropologist</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-4" style="font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Goodall#cite_note-4" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;">[4]</a></sup> Considered to be the world's foremost expert on <a class="mw-redirect" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_chimpanzee" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Common chimpanzee">chimpanzees</a>, Goodall is best known for her 60-year study of social and family interactions of wild chimpanzees since she first went to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gombe_Stream_National_Park" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Gombe Stream National Park">Gombe Stream National Park</a> in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanzania" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Tanzania">Tanzania</a> in 1960.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-nat.geo.04.03._5-0" style="font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Goodall#cite_note-nat.geo.04.03.-5" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;">[5]</a></sup></div>
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She is the founder of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Goodall_Institute" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Jane Goodall Institute">Jane Goodall Institute</a> and the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roots_%26_Shoots" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Roots & Shoots">Roots & Shoots</a> programme, and she has worked extensively on conservation and animal welfare issues. She has served on the board of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonhuman_Rights_Project" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Nonhuman Rights Project">Nonhuman Rights Project</a> since its founding in 1996.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-NhRP_About_6-0" style="font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Goodall#cite_note-NhRP_About-6" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;">[6]</a></sup><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-NhRP_Ready_7-0" style="font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Goodall#cite_note-NhRP_Ready-7" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;">[7]</a></sup> In April 2002, she was named a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Nations_Messengers_of_Peace" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;" title="United Nations Messengers of Peace">UN Messenger of Peace</a>. Goodall is also honorary member of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Future_Council" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration-line: none;" title="World Future Council">World Future Council</a>. (Wikipedia)</div>
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The day Jane hugged me<br />
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A jungle breathing<br />
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A touch of holy tenderness<br />
Love unstoppable<br />
Bravery against those who fail to see<br />
My value in the wilderness<br />
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Assisting her idealistic quest<br />
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Acknowledging dignity of the wild<br />
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He sought an alternate universe,</div>
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which he found in dreamlike state</div>
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within his mind,</div>
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then in chosen death.</div>
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Afterwards, friends and I analyzed,</div>
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What made the man decide to leave?</div>
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What was hidden in his disdain for life?</div>
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Was it work? Was it his wife?</div>
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Was he not afraid that in death</div>
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He might still be chased by fear -</div>
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A hellish game of cat and mouse?</div>
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Is sadness a weed that grows thick</div>
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Can it entwine itself around sight,</div>
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gravity of love that pulls</div>
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in opposite direction?</div>
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It was interesting</div>
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Than interesting.</div>
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Their potential was strangled by despair.</div>
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Like my young cousin, still grieved</div>
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Wondering why, like a Rocket Man</div>
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He left, to find another world.</div>
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Unparalleled in any universe?</div>
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(Lyrics from "Rocket Man" by Elton John.)</div>
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The play I saw was "Rocket Man" by Steven Dietz.</div>
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For <a href="http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/">The Sunday Muse</a>. This is an old poem I've edited for today's picture prompt.</div>
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Are mysteries making me stronger.</div>
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Not because I understand,</div>
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The chaos love can bring to a lover.</div>
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I love this earth, my Mother,</div>
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But I tantrum like a two year old</div>
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To protest the test she has bestowed</div>
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Who knows so little about the wild.</div>
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Why did she spill a million bugs</div>
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To attack my humble abode?</div>
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During this pandemic spent at home.</div>
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Perhaps she wanted to keep me busy</div>
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As I became queasy</div>
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Cleaning the biblical proportion</div>
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Of ugly, dead bug splats</div>
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In my comfortable habitat.</div>
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Why would she do that?</div>
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To teach me that love IS</div>
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Not perfect, predictable, blind,</div>
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Or always kind,</div>
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Devoid of anger or fury?</div>
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To contrast the illusion</div>
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Of ugliness and beauty?</div>
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Or perhaps, she simply wants my recognition</div>
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That love is an expedition</div>
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To discover if there is a border</div>
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Between myself and the other.</div>
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<i>They are called 'false chinch bugs', though there's nothing false about them. To me they are just tiny gnats. New Mexico has had a huge infestation of them this year. My neighborhood has been attacked with swarms of little pests and my house was one of the homes they loved. They are tiny, come in through every nook and cranny, fly around to land on humans, food, pets, etc. </i></div>
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<i>As much as I love mother nature, I was extremely angry at her for allowing these visitors into my home. I spent most of my time vacuuming them up as they quickly appeared again like magic. They know the secrets of quick procreation. They're gone now because they only stick around for about a week - just enough time to leave me traumatized. </i></div>
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<i>I love nature. Bugs and pandemics are parts of nature. Love is complicated.</i></div>
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For<a href="http://earthwheel.com/"> Earthwheel</a>.</div>
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A CALL TO ACTION<br />
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I've been living in storm clouds<br />
They gulped me in one swallow<br />
Then let me hover over life immobile<br />
Watching<br />
As destructive floods inundated<br />
Earth the way malignant thoughts<br />
Flashed through my mind obscuring the sun<br />
There's a lot to see in darkness<br />
Fear wallows in shadows<br />
I tried to close my eyes but couldn't<br />
Captive I was forced<br />
(Or chose) to witness<br />
The world drowning<br />
I tried to swim inside these dark clouds<br />
Searching for glimpses of light<br />
Then the clouds rained me<br />
Gently on firm ground<br />
Before lifting their grey veil<br />
Revealing the laughing sun<br />
Now I'm grateful for beholding the darkness<br />
How else would I know it's real?<br />
Do something about it?<br />
Rather than become the fog that surrounds it<br />
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For <a href="http://earthweel.com/">Earthweel.com</a>Myrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-31592625623718993022020-06-27T07:34:00.000-06:002020-06-27T07:34:11.942-06:00THE LAUGHING CHIMP<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The creature laughs<br />
In a good way<br />
She'd never ridicule my condition<br />
Even if I were the one in a cage<br />
She'd know<br />
How cruel it would be<br />
To put me on display<br />
As if for merely being human<br />
I deserved to live in constant dismay<br />
The creature laughs<br />
With a compassion I don't understand<br />
Can her laughter my consciousness expand?<br />
To help me see<br />
That we are creatures both<br />
With many siblings<br />
In different forms<br />
Of varying stages<br />
Writing herstory's pages<br />
To hopefully...<br />
Document<br />
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For <a href="http://earthwheel.com/">Earthwheel</a>.<br />
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<i style="text-align: left;">Sherry at <a href="http://earthweel.com/">Earthweel</a> has asked us to write a song for the earth. I didn't write a song and I hope that's ok. But I am so grateful for this prompt because it provided a respite from grieving about what is happening on earth now. Writing helped me perceive a glimpse of my trust that all will be well with the earth. Perhaps that's all that matters.</i></div>
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A LOVE SONG FOR MOTHER EARTH</div>
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Someone I knew and loved used to say</div>
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"If you can't sing well, at least sing loud."</div>
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Good advice as long as I don't sing alone</div>
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Unity of voices seems to break through sound barriers</div>
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Enough to conceal the notes of those who cannot carry one</div>
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But I do sing a love song to Mother Earth</div>
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Because giving is really a gift for the giver</div>
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For the receiver it can be as slight as a breath</div>
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I let others, naturally gifted, sing my love </div>
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In a beauty only they can create</div>
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While I in giving, only take</div>
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From the sweet tweet of rambunctious birds</div>
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From the scent of shocking red roses </div>
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The whimper of my dogs in slumber</div>
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The noise within the silence of my desire</div>
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To offer music to a Mother who knows</div>
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About pain but has heard An Ode To Joy</div>
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Through my love song which is so loud</div>
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A beautiful motley crowd </div>
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If earth ceases to circle the sun</div>
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Will the world be reborn</div>
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Into an unknown dimension</div>
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Of thought, intellect, imagination</div>
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Could there be a bigger bang in the cosmos</div>
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Creating a world of sanity</div>
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Where no thing has value</div>
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Except all that is true</div>
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Like a tree that gives you breath</div>
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Like water that equals life</div>
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Will the world be peacefully still</div>
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With no need for revolution</div>
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Once all of evolution exists</div>
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Will humans know movement</div>
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Within the modern dance</div>
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Of being exquisitely unique</div>
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While one with all -</div>
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A cluster of stars</div>
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Will all animals - wild or tame</div>
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Fulfill their contract with nature</div>
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To help the earth radiate its beauty</div>
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Melding with the darkness of space</div>
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Creating excitement through harmony</div>
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Innocently flowing through time</div>
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While time tries to forget</div>
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About today</div>
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June, 2020</div>
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For <a href="http://earthwheel.com/">earthwheel.com</a>.</div>
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