Monday, October 31, 2011

Where Ideas Dance





 




 


Ideals are like stars: you will not succeed in touching them with your hands, but like the seafaring man on the ocean desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them, you reach your destiny.

~Carl Schurz






When a writer sits before his desk with outstretched arms to type
it is like an awkward dancer tapping upon a stage
the ideas and words swing and tango until they just collide 
and then they make their grand entrance one by one hitting the page.



Friday, October 21, 2011

A Certain Force

"Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you."

~Oprah Winfrey


Poets United Thursday Think Tank #71 Energy


Also linking with dverse




There is a certain force that moves us
 like wind waves a flag,
 and the tide pushes forth an ocean. 
The energies of adversity,
 and our true passions
 make their way through us
 one way or another,
 driving us onward,
or pushing us down.
   Their power can make us stronger,
 and motivate us
 in ways that no other pressure can sway us.
Like the winter cold
makes us shiver,
and the heat persuades
us to thirst,
and
to
quench
it.
The
energy
of
change
has
an
impact
on
what
we
choose.
Through
 it
all
we
can
 find
 a
 force
 within
 us
 to
 survive,
 and
 to
 thrive...
becoming
 a
 beautiful
waving
 kite
 in
 the
open
 sky.



I have found in my life, that the struggles I have faced have been a driving force in what I choose to do.  In those difficult times  I have also been moved to find a way to better cope and survive.  I think even in my childhood, when I first started writing, that is what motivated me.  I can still remember writing my first poem, and why I decided to sit down, and put my energy into it.  There was a difficult situation going on at the time, and somehow that moved me to write.  The flickering flame of that heated moment sparked me on a journey that has continually been a comfort for me in life.  The energy of life's hardships, and constant change, have hurled me forward in my passion for writing time and time again.




Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Reaching Out


Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. ~Mark Twain



I have learned through my children that when it comes to learning and growing you have to be willing to reach out and feel your way around, like a blind person in a maze.  My experience with blogging has been no different.  I first created my blog in March of 2010.  At that time in my life, I was going through a difficult family problem,and blogging became a wonderful diversion and outlet to my crazy world.  The whole blogging experience has been such a wonderful and uplifting journey.  I have met so many amazing poets, and made some even more amazing friends in the process. 
I recently received a versatile blogger award from one of my amazing blogging friends Tug.
I would like to thank you Tug for considering me for this wonderful award.  In the blogging world we have the opportunity to reach out and meet and communicate with people all over the world.  It is an amazing experience indeed.


Here are my nominees for The Versatile Blogger Award:

















Each one of these blogs has something wonderful to offer the blogging and writing world.  I think you will enjoy them as much as I do.

Now here are the rules:

1. Thank the person that gave you this award, and link back to his/her blog.
2. Nominate 15 bloggers for this award, and notify them about the nomination.
3. Finally, tell  readers 7 things about yourself.

(I know that everyone is busy these days, so if you do not want to follow the rules....that is fine....I understand. Just know that you are loved and acknowledged here in the blogosphere.) :-)


Now for the 7 things about myself....YIKES:

1.  I am the proud grandmother of 10 wonderful grandkids.
2.  I never went to college....I only graduated from the school of hard knocks.
3.  I am a terrible speller.
4. I am dreadfully afraid of heights.
5. I went to boarding school in 10th and 11th grade.
6. I am distantly related to Edgar Cayce.
7. I live in tennis shoes...high heels hurt me in less than 5 minutes!


(4 of my kids and me)



Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Ball


Last year I attended the Willow Manor Ball with my beloved Wilson



Unfortunately, he was in a recent dodge ball incident, and is no longer with us.

It has been a difficult time, but friends convinced me to get out and have some fun. So I am going to attend the much anticipated Willow Manor Ball 2011, but I could not bear to go alone....so I decided to find someone that reminded me of my dear Wilson....

and so here is Owen Wilson
I know what you are thinking....how could I replace my dear and beloved Wilson?!
Well, can't a girl get a little joy in life?
Anyway, I will let all of you lovely ladies have a dance with him....
cause that is just how I roll.
 
 
Thank you Tess for inviting me!  If anyone else would like to come join the funjust click on
 
 




Monday, October 10, 2011

Feast



When you have to make a choice and don't make it, that is in itself a choice.  ~William James



There is a feast of options
on the banquet table of life
we can sip it's warm brew
and all it has to offer
and then sit back and read between the lines
of what may lay before us
giving us the ability
to choose our next move
who will be king
and who holds our happiness
that is in our hands
and on our tongue
...we can decide
to swallow
 or to just spit it out.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

A Bigger Plan



All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. ~Havelock Ellis




I always had a big plan
 to prove to the world
and maybe a little to myself
that I could get somewhere in this life...
fry something better than balogna sandwich
go to college and earn a degree
something more valid than the school of hard knocks
move forward with dignity
not spinning my wheels
stirring up dust a mile wide
blocking my vision
of the light at the end of the tunnel
holding myself captive
to the place where I stood
in a desert of regrets
thats where they grow best
where we feel there is no way out
but sometimes that is the place of the spectacular
where elephants grow wings and eyes open wide
looking for something greater than ourselves
to get us through
we find there is a bigger plan
than the one we held so tightly
a beautiful freedom of letting go
of our weary might
and letting God
be God.

....and they lived happily ever after.....

....and they lived happily ever after.....
The End.