Tag: Contentment

star-quiet

star-quiet
Christmas memories
and timeless thoughts

I think of a collage of words and photos from different posts, or perhaps reflections to develop more.  Much begins here.  

Examples are:

all the year has held still holds

a hard year a good year

years go by
and some things
have not changed
rather have grown
stronger

Years and years ago, when I was a graduate student in education, I had courses in research.  I surely feel I reached my limits with math and science, though as I spent lots of time in study, I gradually grew in these areas.  My gift was being able to integrate material from a wide variety of sources.  Illness changed the course of my life, yet also blessed me in the long run.  My parents grew up in an economic depression, and they did not expect life to be easy.  My mother’s parents had both died before I was born.  I think I am like her mother, my grandmother Grace.  My mother said things like, “God works in mysterious ways.”  Dad said to me once, “Everything will be OK in the end.”  They modeled service.

I have stayed in touch with former professors, friends, and colleagues.  They supported me in times of loss.  Believed I could achieve.  And when one chapter ended, encouragement for the next.  More gratitude.

Some of my major lessons were that being flexible and able to adjust to change are important for happiness.  I learn slowly, hopefully well, over time.  “Deeper Places.”

Many ways to create, grow, make a contribution.  I could not have imagined blogs back then!

For health reasons, I did not drive for most of the summer.  I waited to feel stronger again.  Karl drove us to many parks, and I am enjoying sharing some of his photos again.  My mother did not drive, and she used the bus system in Milwaukee for work.  After my father died, she knew how to navigate for volunteer work.  She taught English at a church to people new to our country.  How she loved this work.

Greenwing Drive retention ponds
Sheboygan, Wisconsin
July 17, 2018

With a grateful heart,

Ellen Grace Olinger

rose clouds

Today I saw beautiful rose clouds at both sunrise at home, and sunset on the roads with Karl.  Then the holiday lights, which are so beautiful in the cities and towns.  The lights shine in a special way on the country roads, where there are no streetlights.

A little bit of light can go a long way.

Some of my strongest memories from driving back north from my mother’s home and a nursing home are the lights.  I also remember the contrast between the city and all the smaller roads I learned.  So often I reflected upon how the Milwaukee area felt comfortable because we grew up there.  Yet when I got north of Port Washington, I felt at home in my soul.

Ellen Grace Olinger

Mid-December Poem

Mid-December

in the dark
of night I see
a shooting star

cold Wisconsin
winds and what
a brilliant sunrise

the gift of a cup
of coffee in a
quiet room

notebooks and pens
to take notes
write new thoughts

books and blogs
to read and
always learn

years go by
and some things
have not changed

rather have grown
stronger

Ellen Grace Olinger
December 2012

evergreen branches

evergreen branches
fill part of the sky
without the ash tree 

words that are tears
may be harder to write
and this is just fine

sometimes I read a poem
years later and remember
my emotions

do I revise the poem?
improve the craft?

sometimes yes
and the change
may be small

but only if I do not
lose the voice of the
person I was then

who wrote the poem

Thou tellest my wanderings:
put thou my tears into thy bottle:
are they not in the book? 
 

Psalm 56: 8 (KJV)

This is such a beautiful verse from the Psalms, and I wanted to quote again.  I have wandered too – needed to start over, begin again.  I can only imagine living where you grew up, or a career of  decades.  Or being a mother and grandmother.  There are many beautiful ways to live.  I know I am dependent upon the skills and gifts of others.  Good to both give and receive.  Say thank you as often as I can.

I am so grateful for the life I have been given.  Illnesses and health conditions I have known, still know, are now my teachers and friends.  A quiet life keeps me well, and blogs are the perfect way for me to create.  I have more fluency again.  Yet when I first learned, and other times, I might spend a few hours on a post that takes a few moments to read or view.   Or let posts rest for a time.  So far, my creativity always renews.  Patience is a part of the process.

When I can live in a way that offers silence and space for poems, the poems arrive in time.  I try to manage my time, so the poems feel welcome.  Daily dedication, and content with small steps.

December 2016
Poinsettia
December 2017

Thank you and blessings,
Ellen Grace Olinger

Hope and Beauty

After an appointment for me in Sheboygan this past summer, we walked by The Sheboygan River.  Then we went back another day, and Karl took photos.  Today I am learning how to add images with the new Gutenberg editor.

quiet morning
a caregiver rests
in kind and good care

These are different times for me now, and I am so grateful for all the times.  And I love playing with all the colors!

“The Sheboygan: a healing river”

Kiwanis Park

Wildflowers and Butterflies

The resilient images of perennials, more butterflies, and a healing river . . .