Fall · Musings · Nature · Poetry

Nature’s Free for All

 

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If you wake up early enough,

You’ll be treated to visible spider webs.

Everywhere.

Delicate strength,

Laden with dew,

Dancing for you,

Swinging, inviting your hair to romance.

They’ll court you this Fall

Bejeweled like pearls,

They’ll adorn your curls.

They’ll drape your neck,

You’ll scream, “what the heck?”

And bat away at nature’s free for all.

Insomnia · Musings · Poetry · Thankfulness

From Sigh to Thanks to Snore

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I lay awake at 2.36 a.m. and got to thinking that time spent marveling is better than time spent sighing.

I yawned luxuriously, and it struck me, slowly, sleepily, that I was grateful for my mouth –

for my upper and lower lip,

my upper and lower jaw,

my 27 teeth (sans wisdom teeth and the one I sacrificed to the roasted banana gods). Thank you for my tongue, my salivary glands, the hard and soft parts of the roof of my mouth, and for my uvula.

Thank you for my nose – my nose hairs, my septum, my columella and sinuses.

Thank you for ears –  my lobes, my pinna – which is my reading glasses holder, and my wet-willy canal. Thanks for my ear drum, hammer, stapes, and anvil. Thanks that I no longer grow mushrooms in my ears.

I am thankful for my eyes – my upper and lower eye-lids, my lashes, and eye-brows. Thank you for my iris, my cornea, my optic nerve and disc, my aqueous  and vitreous humors, my fovea, my caruncle, and my retina.

Thank you for my brain’s frontal, temporal, parietal, and occipital lobes; my corpus callosum, my septum, amygdala, and pituitary gland; my sulci & gyri; my Broca’s area and Wernicke’s area, my white and grey matter; my hypothalamus,  pineal gland, hippocampus, and reticular activating system; my pons, my medulla, my cerebellum

My peduncle, my great-uncle…

Sorry if I forgot any parts… or put them… in the… wrong… place… snore…

Anxiety · Blessings · Photography · Poetry · Snow

Rear View

I’m sitting in the car.

It’s freezing outside.

I’m on a hilltop, parked outside a gate.

I’ve backed up to the gate

because mama always said,

“Always think of the getting out,

before you think of the getting in.”

My son is feeding a friend’s animals.

I am waiting for him.

It’s been ten minutes.

I keep looking back in my rear view mirror.

At what point should I get out and go see what’s going on?

Macabre scenes are running through my mind.

I banish them.

Then I catch sight of this scene in my rear view mirror.

Glorious indeed!

And I am entranced in it.

I snap a million pictures.

He’s back, and says,

“Why are you smiling?”

“It’s the rear view.”

He doesn’t get it…

Creativity · Dance · Gems · Musings · Poetry

The Dance of the Jewel

You enchantingly craft your words…,

… gems that thrill our hearts.

Rather effortlessly, it seems,

You bend over your tureen,

Humming and thumbing your well-worn needle.

You squint and adjust your focals,

Shake the bowl in unspoken incantation,

You single out this stone, and set it by that one.

You stir the bowl again and pick another, then another,

And time. Stands. Still.

And when your rune finally ends

You tie all lose ends.

Defying all sense – you’ve mothered utter magnificence!


Then you package it like the treasure it is and push send.

My heart leaps at the notification,

Your happy picture lights up my screen.

I know that when I untie that silken ribbon,

Without fail, your words will take my breath away.

I’ll be grabbed by the gleam, the glint, the glimmer;

I’ll follow the flare, the flash, the flicker;

And frolic enraptured in glorious glee.

And my reading them over and over again

Twirls them faster and faster, arcane,

Leading the dizzying dance with abandon,

Prowess, and grace, and magnificent passion!

So write more

And more, my friend. Your gifting is like a whirlwind,

Currently harnessed and only let out a slight whisper at a time.

But when your needle touches a stone,

I espy a tiny spark and hear the howling roar within…

For my dear friend Amanda, who is reluctant to write…

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Acceptance · Blessings · Cows · Musings · Poetry · Tolerance

Don’t Let the Dung Pile Too High

cowpie“Without oxen a stable stays clean,
    but you need a strong ox for a large harvest.” Pr 14:4

 

If you have kids, you’ll have noise, sleepless nights, messes, and trouble.

Either accept that or don’t have kids.

You’ll also have laughter, delight, and a full heart.

If you want a spouse, you’ll have growth-pains, compromise, heartache, and headaches.

Mine has the hives right now ;).

Either accept that or stay single.

You’ll also have laughter, growth, partnership, and fulfillment.

If you want a oxen, you’ll have mooing, early mornings, and loads of dung

You’ll also have a large bountiful harvest and gratifying work.

But I’m not saying let the dung pile too high 🙂

LESSONS FROM THE STABLE

  1. If a clean barn is your priority, either be about cleaning it ALL the time and doing little else, or ditch the cows.
  2. Quit complaining about what are actually godsends.
  3. Gain a healthy tolerance for messes and accept them as part and parcel of the blessings.
  4. The Bestower of blessings sends them along with obligations.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bestow/

Birthday · Dreams · Gift · Lavender · Musings · Poetry

Pre-glow

I painted this for my friend. Happy birthday Jan! May your lavender-farm dreams glow brighter every day.

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What a pleasure to bestow,

a piece whose rainbow colors glow,

and show the lavender you’ll grow.

And though the process seems so slow,

and you mow through sun and snow,

Your dream will come with joy in tow,

and row after row of lavender glow.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bestow/

 

 

Kikuyu · Poetry · The Tongue

Tumia

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Angîkorwo rûrîmî rwaku

Nîrûkwîhithaga,

Rûgathiî mûhahî,

Tumia mûrango na kîhingo!

 

Approximate translation

Seal It

If your tongue is likely to

sneak away on a jaunt

Batten the door and the gate!

 

James 3

Taming the Tongue

Not many of you should become teachers, my fellow believers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly. We all stumble in many ways. Anyone who is never at fault in what they say is perfect, able to keep their whole body in check.

When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.

All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.

With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. 11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? 12 My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.

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  • Scripture retrieved 4/14/18 from:

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+3&version=NIV

 

 

Faith · Kikuyu · Poetry · Strength

Witire

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Ndûgetire na nyûmba nene,

Nîîmomokaga.

Ndûgetire na ngari njerû

Nîîgîaga fanja.

Ndûgetire na mûndû mûthaka,

Noagakûra.

Ndûgetire na ûûgî

Noûkariganîra.

Wîtire na Jesû,

Ihiga rîa Tene ma.

 

Approximate Translation

Lean

Do not lean on your big house,

It will someday wear away.

Don’t lean on your fancy new car,

It’s liable to have a flat tire.

Don’t lean on a beautiful person,

They too will age with time.

Don’t lean on your knowledge,

It will soon be forgotten.

Lean on Jesus

The Rock of Ages.

 

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Creativity · Inspiration · Poetry

it was a good one too…

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a magnificent poem my mind was creating.

electric, melodic, pure genius in the making

but i waited too long, it was done percolating

i had dreamily thought, “this one is yours for the taking;

it will keep till morning, boy it’s downright earth-shaking!”

 

But upon my awaking this poor heart is aching

as the lyrics start fading, rush to evaporating.

my work so painstaking,  now a vain undertaking

I should mandate dictating, that goes without stating,

as there’s no compensating for a loss so frustrating!

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/rush/

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