LIFE IS A BRAID?
Finally
Have you learned?
Can you teach me now
How to live as an elder?
Or is living always the same -
Interlaced strands of joy, sadness, monotony
With an occasional accent the color of hope
And the occasional mess the color of tragedy
Is living about learning through repetition?
Is living about loving?
If so,
May we all learn to live deeply.
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.
Glad to be back.
Submitted to The Sunday Muse.
So glad you joined us this week Myrna! I love the analogy of the reputation of life's lessons and the braid. Lovely writing! I hope your family has recovered and everyone is doing better.
ReplyDeleteSo Glad to see you back and active again Myrna. Covid has really shaken us all and changed our lives. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, i'm hugging that end line.
ReplyDeleteGood Sunday
Muchđź’–love
I am THRILLED to see another post from you. And certain that your braid is a much more elegant version that the one I cobble together.
ReplyDeleteI hope that your new life is packed with love and joy.
Myrna, it is so lovely to read you again. You have had a lot going on. Wow. A very different climate indeed, but am glad you are near your grandbabies. They grow up so fast. We must catch up by email.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with all your changes.
ReplyDeleteI still, approaching eighty, think I continue to learn how to live as an elder ... keeping the image of my Mother as my guide. I enjoyed this. Good luck to you in your new home / climate.
ReplyDeleteI think life is a braid always weaving in a mixture of life's joys and sorrows. There is strength in unity may your family and you discover the joy of that bond.
ReplyDelete"And the occasional mess the color of tragedy" - for certain.
ReplyDeleteI found your blog via Ashok. I love the photo and the poem is so reflective. If you like you can visit my blog at:
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Blessings!
Myrna, welcome back. Yes, the older we get the deeper into life we will want to dig, my feelings.
ReplyDelete"Or is living always the same..."? no, some things we won't do or get involved in. But we can replace them with different ones that should interest.
Our family is hurt with the COVID, Mrs. lost her only sister, our older daughter's husband also died. Right now our three-year-old great grandaughter has it. Mrs. Jim's brother's wife died Thursday of a heart attack. Our younger daughter's husband is recovering from the COVID and he was fully vaccinated. One granddaughter and her husband are not vaccinated and are afraid.
It's a cruel world now.
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There is so much braided into our lives - so well expressed in your poem. And, yes to those last three lines! Wishing you much happiness in your new home.
ReplyDeleteLife does seem to be about the continual braiding of circumstances into memories and into survival.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, Myrna! Such a nice feeling to see you again! Yes, life has gone busy like braiding's twist and turns. Glad you are rightfully settled at your new place!
ReplyDeleteHank
"Or is living always the same -
ReplyDeleteInterlaced strands of joy, sadness, monotony
With an occasional accent the color of hope"
Love these lines, Myrna. Hope you adjust to a new place
in your life. Good to see you back!