Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
I’ve been writing poetry since I was nine. I was hooked at an early age by the ability to turn daffodils into yellow crowns, and to compare fog to a cat. In illness and troubled times, poetry is a therapeutic outlet. In joyous times, a celebration. The magic comes, when I pull out an old […]
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Clouds, like the hands of some higher being, hold up the sun, obscuring her radiance. I’ve travelled this road before – a dirt path, unfettered by progress – where tombstones mark time and trees bear witness. A mist covers the land, and I have not yet deciphered the omen in it. Still, I will push […]
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Ever the mountainPresence looming, commandingClimb! Climb! It beckons – My soul, magnetized, respondsPursuing new heights – compelled. When my mother lost her eyesight, I confessed that I would give up at that point, but here I am, into my second year of failing vision and still climbing. Oh, my loss is not as great as […]
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It’s been a year since my mother’s death and this past weekend we held a memorial. It coincided with Mother’s Day, which packed an extra punch. The grief that follows loss is seldom simple. Yes, I miss my mom. Yes, I am relieved that she has found an end to her suffering. There is also […]
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I seem to be stuck in an unhealthy cycle – I push myself beyond my limit and then crash. I’m driven by expectations I’ve set for myself and then taunted by guilt when I can’t fulfill them. There is no room in this toxicity to stop and appreciate accomplishments. Guilt is a crowpecking at my […]
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Heavy as the day was –clouds overbearing –the reassurance of signsencouraged progress A closed-in, Earth-standing-stillkind of day – surreal in contrastto global happenings – but cosylike our own little secret. (For Cee’s Which Way challenge
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Two photos from our recent gathering honouring the Ukrainian poet T.G. Shevchenko (1814-1861). Schevchenko who knew imprisonment at the hands of the Russians, wrote about his love of country, the resilience of his nation, and the oppression of Russia. His publications have been banned by Tsars. He remains a symbol of hope and peace for […]
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Cast my shadow over white banks/ assert presence: proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted places / and colour in the monochrome Haunted by a winter state of mind / resolved to stretch despite chill. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: illustrate a favourite quote or poem. Of course, I chose a poem of my own: Seasonal Defiance, originally published […]
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Wind’s tongue ice-tippedrock resists and pine trees bow –Winter warmed by ink (Haiku inspired by Seasons Words: Springwater holds warmth.) When sitting up to paint is not an option, I appease my creative urge with ink and paper. Starting with a single line, I let the image appear on the page. This one reminds me of a […]
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It is not the road –smoothly pavedand well defined –that entices It is the luminous,numinous – darknesssurrendering to light –expansive sky Renders me humblebreathless, mesmerized –imagination and desirecraving flight (For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: cloudy or stormy day)
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One Woman's Quest II 