Thursday, August 30, 2012
Living In The Eye of The Storm
Isaac son of sacrifice
an angel showed the way
appointed ram for Avaraham's hand
the father's son was saved
when one believes it's personal
so honest with ones self
if this we know, no argument
believing is our health
the storm of minds, the storms of earth
it's real to those who see
though eyes do tire of the light
the minds eye view does heed-
I've known so many little things
I've also known some small
and in this life that's given me
will never know it all
and so I say to me and you
this storm of Isaac named
it brings on wind, and rain, and gloom
of this the sun rays say
believe we will in what was taught
but most in what we've learned
we know what's deep, the winds do speak
the calmness is what's heard
and though I take such baby steps
alight upon the course
will stand as best a person can
an eye within the storm
Have been thinking of the communities & individuals that have been in the path of Hurricane Issac. We wish you all safety and healing from this & all life's storms.
And so completes today's posting of the Peace Garden's~ Poetry A Muse In Motion, project.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Good Day Peace Garden "peeps", it's so nice to be back.~
Yesterday my husband & I traveled into the neck of the woods were our son's fam* lives. Our grandson was turning a decade yesterday & we wanted to be sure that we were there in person on his special day to celebrate once again his entry into the world. So without fanfare this Nana & Poppy took our grandson out in the afternoon for some old fashioned ice cream & a right-on hole in one miniature golf game. It was a lot of fun, & we really did enjoy our little threesome! That evening we joined the rest of our son's fam* consisting of him, our lovely daughter-in-law, 8 year old granddaughter, & the newly decade old birthday boy for an Aussie dinner at the Outback. The very same restaurant where the birthday boy's dad worked when he was attending college.
It was of course the first phase of birthday season for him, for next will come our grandson's friends party, & later on in September the big extended family party. My son Tyler & I were seated next to one another last night during dinner & he said, "You know mom, I've noticed there hasn't been a lot of activity on the blog lately." "That's true I replied", as I've had some very heavy serious issues that he of course has known all about. "The ongoing situation has been pretty much zapping a lot of my creative energy, plus I don't want to put anything out there that is negative, as it's been a very hard time." Tyler went on to sort of tweak me stating, "Oh you just want to share only the good things, & not be honest about sharing some of the negative things in your life.."
I thought of course what it was he said during dinner, as later that night I was on the phone with my dear friend Marge, & expressed to her some of what came from Tyler's & my conversation. She & I were in agreement of not wanting to put anything out there that could be deemed negative. Late this morning during one of our many power outages, I continued to think about all of this & decided that if I were to put pencil to paper once again, & perhaps write a poem that could honestly express what it is I've been feeling regarding a situation that has been ongoing now since the very end of 2011, then perhaps through this process I would be able to continue to make some sense as we human beings have a tendency to want to make sense out of the chaos of our own lives, that perhaps I would be able to be courageous enough to share what it is, that's brought me to this point. So here goes, it's a bit lengthy, but says what needs to be said, it is as honest & true as I know how to be, & really does speak for it's self.
After some in depth musings it's title took on it's own voice, & of which it titled it's self~
My Forest Speaks
We have been through this some-what before
of what it is, is what~
a thin existence of an act
a veil, a life, a that
you of a former grandeur time
gray crack upon your floor
such discontented roles we've played
yours glamorous and bold
and I made meek yet strong beneath
a hand that swung to hurt
they say the wiring's all been done
your system what a curse
now grows a tree from family times
uprooted and unhinged
it's untruths permeate the soil
yet toil is what we did
for I for you, and you for me
an illness grew so strong
magnificent in shapes and hues
and rages of your storms
you have it still, upheaval days
though less your impact stings
my love that you have given life
what great despair within
as generations follow since
the wounds are carried deep
I weep no more, I do weep some
as family sagas meet
upon the roads of varied turns
of this way and of that
it's fostered hurts divisions deep
so fragile in each crack
can't tell where it will lead us to
my path it leads towards hope
with prayerful thoughts forgiveness be
it is a mindful scope
can't say I'd choose this way again
if I had known the traps
but after all, when illness strikes it leaves a body flat
no matter what, I've no regrets
to do what's best for you
and will take care to live my life
respect the golden rule
my family has exceptions
our tree it suffered rot
from so far was abandonment
and violence from that lot
and now these times are grayer
some do, some don't, do care
but I will do my best for you
our hearts know will be there
will never be the victim
of powers you deemed great
and if some others copied you
that is a choice they make
instead I've chosen kindness straight
though times misunderstood
am only human, person one
your tree does still confuse
but that is of an illness of which not all can see
at times roots weep
grow forth a life that's sweet.
Yes it's been a long time coming, the continuation from my forest of thoughts, but all in all no matter what an individual has experienced with each & every breath we do have choice, & today my choice was to write a poem, & to share.
And so completes today's ongoing process of living a life, & the ongoing project of~
Poetry A Muse In Motion.
"The creation of a thousand forests is one acorn."– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Friday, August 24, 2012
I'm really not a summertime gal, so for me to say August is a slow time in the garden, is a truth. Though I did mulch & mulch three truck loads that is, nonetheless nothing to speak of for new plantings, as it was far too hot for a venture like that. The mulching as told was slow & steady, with insects galore to put off any urbanite of which I no longer am. I did have to apply some skin so soft, off bug repellent, & don a jungle-like hat with a net. My assemblage sculpture Rosie ll morphed into a Transistor Sister keeping my portable radio in good tune due to her metal colander head. All in all it was a productive month, & by the time our family gathered last weekend the Peace Garden down on our slope looked well kept, & interesting with it's more complete theme of Swords Into Plowshares positioned to capture the imagination.
This Peace Gardening month of August was topped off with a most special & beautiful gift only yesterday from our cousins in Dallas, as they sent to me something quite unique, a Peace Key which now resides in the garden as a valued reminder to the gateway to the mind, of what truly unlocks our potential for peace. It does & always has come from within.
The following poem is dedicated to our cousins,
Burt & Missy Finger
A most interesting, thought provoking Photography Gallery in Dallas, Texas.
the key to peace
And so concludes today's Peace Garden entry, & with that we forever, & a dream~ wish you & all the world peacefulness in thoughts, & deeds.
The first two photos are of an ongoing work entitled~
Friendship Intertwined With Universal Thought
This mixed media piece was inspired by the recent passing of a very special person in our Town of Pomfret, Ct.
Mary was a true one of a kind, as her name so suited her. She was always friendly, kind & generous of heart. She passed away less than a week ago on 8/19/12 in a tragic boating accident off the coast of Long Island Sound.
I couldn't say that we were friends of the kind of friendship that most of us consider a friend to be, yet she was far more than an acquaintance, as I had only just spoken to her on the phone about six weeks ago or so in regards to inquiring about some of the details of our town's upcoming Tricentennial event, as Mary was very involved in so very much of what makes our little neck of the woods so very special.
As I was painting two nights ago & was doing my splattering experimental thing, & then adding my mother-in-law's broken depression glass tea cup, I thought of Mary...
of what a sweet, & lovely person I have always known her to be. It will take some time for the hearts to heal of those she was very close to, of whom we an entire town offer our prayerful thoughts of love & healing. I too shall miss her, as for me she represented patience & compassion, with her gift giving of her time of kindly indulgence whenever I would make the point of stopping at her local business that specialized in quality wines of the world, & even the more local wines sought after for one of my family's special religous holidays.
I will be reminded of my thoughts of Mary as I continue to layer the above collage, & truly that's one of the main ingredients of what a life can be about, ~
our universal intertwining with one another,
please help us God.
Am finally working once again in my own studio in the woods. The space is really quite a mess, & hopefully before it gets too cold I'll have it all sorted out so the area will once again be a soothing retreat of creativity. I'll pick away at it of course, & get it all sorted out. Until then will also doodle a bit, with fiber, paint & board & dig deep as the boxes are piled high with stuff upon stuff, of which I do realise not all of it is useful or worth saving.
So for the meantime would like to leave you with a few pics of what's been in the works..
Have a good end of August one & all & will remain prayerfully hopeful to return again with another posting from the garden.
Here's wishing one & all true peace,
of what makes peace.
~amen again, amen~
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Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Here it is just about late summer. August does remind us of that so very well. The gardens that I've presently been tending here on good ole terra firma have always paralleled my own inner life. Isn't that true for us all? There's a lot of beauty & color here along the way yet also a per mingling of over growth such as the briers, prickers & weeds. For me it has always been a reminder of that inner balance with nature, my nature~
What to keep? What to remove? How much energy do I have? Where do I want to invest it?
And last, but not least, how to ask for help?
This Personhood we all live is by nature subject to the ups, downs & upheavals of life's storms. It is inevitable as we see it in nature all the time. We too are an element of her & therefore will continue to experience upheavals throughout a lifetime. How it will turn out for us is a matter of the decisions we make, & how we choose to color them with our perspectives.
I too as any human being take it one step at a time, one forward, & also a step or two back, & forward again trying to allow myself the freedom of non contaminating thoughts, which is an immense effort. Our work is set out for us on each & every path. For without compassion the concept of world peace will remain just that a good idea. But good ideas have been known to flourish & bloom, & one garden at a time is a fulfilling start. As we work on ourselves to be as Gandhi said, "the change we want to see in the world", we are doing what it is we are intended to do with our own lives.
The first two photos were taken earlier this summer during our visit to the-
National Arboretum, Washington, D.C.
of which our son so lovingly arranged for us.
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"Developing concern for others, thinking of them as part of us, brings self-confidence, reduces our sense of suspicion and mistrust, and enables us to develop a calm mind."