August days go by
new light in the kitchen
flowers bloom and then rest
know they will return
only now beginning
I thought only now beginning could be a new series. Every day a gift.
August days go by
new light in the kitchen
flowers bloom and then rest
know they will return
only now beginning
I thought only now beginning could be a new series. Every day a gift.
Twelve years is a long time. When I first began here in December 2009, I wanted to reprint a few poems and say thank you to the editors – perhaps send a few new readers their way. I was looking back at a chronic illness and surgery, and then the caregiving years with my mother, and then others in the family. My health experience made me a better caregiver. I learned that each hard experience makes us stronger for the next, if we can accept and learn.
When I was in the hospital in June 2018, I wondered if I would blog again. Slowly I began again, one slow step at a time.. A post that could be viewed in a few minutes could take a few hours to create, and lots of rest around the work. Now if I have thought about something for a time, I can write a post in a relatively short time.
Karl and I are both fully vaccinated. We had our booster shots and senior flu shots this Fall. We wear our face masks and practice social distance. Please stay safe and take good care.
When we lived in Illinois, I taught Sunday School for 12 years. Karl helped. Other places of work and education were for shorter periods of time.
I think about history and challenges each generation has to face. In my own way, I understand how we may think we are on one path, and then life asks something different of us. Down the road, there will be more depth and colors in one’s work. I cannot say I completely understand, but like my parents – who went through an economic depression. wars, and health challenges too – I have “big picture faith.”
Twelve years here – lots of changes and one post at a time. Times away, and hopefully some growth. A quiet Christmas here. Thank you.
And always the Psalms:
God be merciful unto us, and bless us;
and cause his face to shine upon us; Selah.
That thy way may be known upon earth,
thy saving health among all nations.
Psalm 67: 1 – 2
Yesterday, I listened to music and watched the day end from my study window. Usually, I write about the morning light. I thought about the evergreens and their presence through the days and seasons.
Two haiku from my archives:
treetops
in golden light
sunset
wind uplifting
the branches of trees
sunrise
Saturday morning. Before sunrise – about 6:30 AM here. I am grateful that Karl bought groceries yesterday. And I am reflecting upon the year. As I have mentioned, my father was a veteran and then a history teacher. This year, I have spent much more time learning about history. There are many ways to learn – one story at a time, a chapter in history, art created during that time, a memorial service, and the letters someone wrote that were later published. Sometimes I listen to a science or history program, and I know I am barely beginning to understand. I often say, if I learn 10%, I know more than before. And as a writer, I like to hear and learn vocabulary from different fields of work.
Memoirs and letters by artists are also an encouraging way to learn about creativity over time. And when I look at dates on books and music CDs, there can also be years between creative works. Or an artist can record a song again, with the wisdom of an older voice. And I also learned, that if we cannot do one thing, there will be something else. I have been in the hospital two times since we moved here: 1993/early 1994 and 2018. That is a long time between visits. In 2018, I saw that when I could not post, or post very much, others were reading/viewing what was already here. New poems for many – many people in the world! I am so very grateful.
This year, I bought White Bird – Anthology Of Favorites by Judy Collins. My copy is from Amazon. And as I have written, I am learning from Joni Mitchell’s work with her archives.
I have seen how artists also work very hard at health, so they can keep working. Health first.
Floral Heart Bouquet is courtesy of Reusable Art.
old and new
art in my study
poetry by my chair
and art on the walls
comfort during
an illness or loss
a good memory
of support
and the new says
to look forward
as well
This is a new vintage image for me today: Flower Lined Path, courtesy of Reusable Art.
And so my soul
Spills over
Into print again
As the sun spills
Over flowers
And the neighborhood
Sleeps
Endurance is eloquent
And marigolds are
Admirable because
They bloom
So long
Oh, my heart
Is tender
Yet God keeps it
Strong
And so my soul
Spills over
Into print again
Ellen Grace Olinger
Time of Singing,1991