There is no secret No perfect way to handle All the things life gives – It is only now, living Through each moment, we are, have. Alarm bells clanging, Favorite songs playing, blare, Everything is there To keep us wanting, needing – Engaged in doing, being. We are the present Happening over, in time, Carrying talent Gifts to share fairly and kind Leaving no regrets behind. Love is our reason Even when we cannot rhyme In all the doing Filling each second of life – Understanding the plot line.
What is this fond thing A haunting that enfolds us, New yet, familiar Like the breezes’ gentle kiss? Since encouragement to Love Is a melody Quieting contentious thought, We swim into song All beauties, surrounding – still Shadows – knowing every name; Life embraces Loving Wrapping our core uniqueness In almost comfort, But restlessness inspires reach To achieve, complete, receive; Adventure whispers Never hesitate, embark. Moments so fleeting – Do not give up this striving, For excellence commissions Toward performance, Rousing harmony stellar Turning inside out Our hearts’ dear feelings become An ocean, emotion, Love Beckoning each day, Life does sing.
On Friday, August 12, I drove to Chattanooga to visit my son, Alex. I took him a few supplies since he will be starting college at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga campus soon. He gave me a tour of the campus, and I was amazed.
We ate some scrumptious food and we visited both portions of the Tennesse Aquarium.
I wrote the poem at the beginning of the post, longhand in my journal today. My only significant change was bringing it from the first person to a universal third when I typed it on my phone.
I wish I could attend college. It would be an incredible adventure. I hope Alex has a tremendous academic experience in studying Data Science. There is much on that campus to keep him interested and busy.
I am grateful I found the courage to drive up to see Alex. I am so honored to have such a talented young man who has accomplished much as my son. God blessed me abundantly in the gift of a child with his aptitudes to offer the world.
Prompt: Create something that engenders positive feelings. Share it if you choose.
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Be steadfast, be excellent, and find joy in the blessings surrounding us. God be with everyone always.
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This picture is a small victory. I cut, colored, and styled my hair myself. This is a new accomplishment.
I used to cut Alex and Mom’s hair years ago but never ventured to do mine.
I want to make this last year of my fifties one where I put several practices in place and follow through with devotion and discipline.
So far, so good; incremental changes lead to confidence, and confidence is something I need to grow.
I was a day late getting the hair done, but I had to decide and gather the nerve to do my cut. I was not sure I could do it. I also had to ascertain whether the color was what I wanted.
Many other practices have to do with health, creativity, and completing things I have begun and intend to start.
If you are interested in my progress, check back.
Blessings to each of you. May you achieve your hopes and dreams.
I am an old-time Rock-N-Roll, Church Gospel, Contemporary Christian; Blue jeans, Poet shirt, Writing geek, Photographer, Artist, Designer, Intellectual Property Rights promoter, Who will give anyone my time of day, Caring about each word you say.
I tend toward the Moderate, Shoot straight down the middle – I love deep, as oceans, wide, Though it has been some years since Someone stood by my side, (All my own;) I can write, edit, publish, design, And you can find me reading Most anytime – my interests Cast wide: run beyond so many lines.
I like going fast – but enjoy Doing things right, taking my time, It is never unusual my words rhyme; I have lived the bad and the swell, More often, I choose good as better… I love so much, so many, And intensely dislike division – I am a U.S. Marine Mom, An American, I will stand; my colors shall not run.
I wrote these with a fountain pen, which is not my best instrument. These are my journal pages. If you read them, you will get insight into where and what my state of mind is.
I would have scanned them into the computer, but my equipment and the program did not cooperate with me. Therefore, I did the phone as I have for the past months.
Showing journal pages is a level of openness I can do, but it is a bit uncomfortable. I have no idea how this audience will react, so it is a gamble.
How revealing can you be? Consider that a prompt.
Blessings, I hope, always find you. Jesus, lend you peace. Live, alive, and Love cause that is why we are here on Earth.
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