George Harrison & All Things..

Late Autumn Hugs

Flicker of snow

a life moves on

into the realm of sun

Muted skies

some blue, some not

bring forth of what has come

Possibilities, are endless

this calm within my heart

I cry for you

of hidden words

awakening this dawn

I knew you not in childhood

I knew you not back then

Deep waters part

our aching hearts

you sleep among the dead

Though death is long forever

you sleep with dignity

for life you shared

you never spared

to love

to care

to reach

*Amen*

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Gentle fragile snow flakes catch the sun's light as I sit here in awe. This is day six of

Poetry A Muse In Motion

I truly never know what it will be that will capture my heart when my muse "gently speaks". All I can ever do is jot it down, & if the words make any sense, then there it is. Perhaps that is why I always loved George Harrison's song, As My Guitar Gently Weeps, on his All Things Must Pass, album.

The changing seasons of our world, the changing seasons of our lives, how can we ever doubt, that we too are only a small part of it. We puff ourselves up to thinking we are so great & wonderful. We pride ourselves in building the tallest buildings, & climbing the highest mountains. In the long drawn out scheme of things are we to continue to kid ourselves into thinking that, that is what truly matters.... Will we ever collectively "wake up", to remind ourselves, "think again". It really does distill down to what Maya Angelou has said, that "What it is we remember about one another, is how they've made us feel".

Mourning a loved one's passing, it is always bittersweet, for it is as Maya Angelou has shared. The special people in our lives, have made us feel special. Not only do we miss their physical presence, but it is also how we made one another feel when we shared time together. In that way we also mourn for those long lost feelings, & the uniqueness of our relationship. In that way, we are often inspired to create the best of our best, knowing full well that, that special person will never- see it, hear it, feel it, or know it, in our time, but we go ahead, & do it at our highest of levels, solely & most innocently, & ultimately, for that timeless love. We plant our Gardens, & go through the seasons, living a life, one day at a time. So very often, most surprised, at what does come- "to pass".

That is solely our way, for we are, only human.

"To The Peacemakers", A Night At A Bazaar & of Celebrating

To The Peacemakers

Angels

Candles

Doves that fly

Solstice

Holidays

Pecan Pie

Fellowship

Friendship

Love of folks

Singing

Dancing

Feeling hope

Eggnog

Cider

Coffee

Tea

Spices

Sweet treats

Balsam trees

Golden flickerings

Flames so pure

Bells are ringing

Drumming soars

Skylines twinkle

Nighttime lures

This is perfect

Nothing more

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Last night we attended a lovely Peace event, sponsored by a very passionate & local group that came into existence in the Spring of 2009.

The, Israel/Palestine Peace, Education & Action Group of Eastern Ct, have active members from Christian, Muslim, & Jewish faiths, as well as non-faith based individuals.

Excellent speakers & performers were on the program promoting acceptance of differences, tolerance & peace, in conjunction with the, I/PPEAGEC , Mission Statement as put forth in the

Universal Declaration of Human Rights & the Earth Charter

My spot was along a wall in a gathering area, at the entrance way of the Quaker Meeting House, where this delightful fundraiser was held. Our friends Marge & David, the organizers of this event had so kindly extended an invitation to us, to participate. Yes, the Peace Garden was there with all it's colorful frills, enticing fellow winter gardeners to decorate a Peace Flag or two. This is always one of my most favorite of projects. A very kind & welcoming Quaker Lady at the Meeting House last night referred to me as an "activist artist", which it seems I am, being one of my true, true, "labors of love".

*Peace Be With You, In All Seasons*

Todays included poem "To The Peacemakers", brings us to the fourth entry in this new series, Poetry A muse In Motion.

The Holidays, Pickup & Shine

Things are buzzing along in our neck of the woods. A good friend emailed several poems to me this morning. This Peace Garden & the blessings of love & support that has been given from it's start, it seems, we may have a lovely new addition! [Yes, I feel like a mom.] I'll definitely keep you all posted, with this exciting news, as I want our friend to be very comfortable, as to how her poetry is placed.

On another note, my husband & I will be at a Peace event decorating Peace Flags, this evening at 6:30pm, in Mansfield, Ct. This event is being held at the Quaker Meeting House, right near the University of Connecticut. If you're out our way, please stop in. There will be music, dancing, delicious & interesting food, & all sorts of fun. I was up last night into the wee hours, cutting & pressing colorful fabric for "127" Peace Flags. My "to-do/pack the car up list", is emerging fast, but I did, listen to my muse, & am thankfully blessed with a new poem this bright & sunny morning:

The Holidays, Pick Up & Shine

Pick up the house

and dust those chairs

Clip down the yard

there's much to care

Shop for the food

the list is long

Cook it all up

then it's all gone

Pumpkins & turkey,

red berries that zing

Potatoes & gravy

salads that sing-

Light candles

fix tables

bring wine out to toast

the holiday feast

oh such work for the host

The pies when they're baking

the house smells so sweet

The toast we've been making

reveals a warm treat

Love is what brings us

to tables so far

In trains, or in buses

in planes or in cars

So now that one's ended,

an other's begun

clean up to good music

the glow's just begun.

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The photo above is from our cousins Arlene & David's very unique art collection. Can you make out their colorful array of pickup sticks. Definitely a child's play, no more.

Poetry In Motion, what a joy this project is, & definitely a challenge too. Here we are with the fourth day of poetry. Thank you all for your encouragement. I am so looking forward to posting a new & unique talent here in the garden soon. I'll keep you posted, for sure.

Dolls & Thoughts From The Attic

If I, If I, a child like me

Oh what, oh what, I'd say to thee-

I'd sit her down, we'd talk & play

I'd tell her please enjoy your day

Work hard, to learn what interests you

Your talented, this is a clue,

read all your books, & sing your songs

be patient life's a circle strong

Paint at your art, create your dreams

beware of other's scarrish schemes

Care for yourself & those you love

Walk gently on the path with doves

Society swims, without a clue

Our tired world, their own cesspool

But you've a right to live your dream

The world, it cries, it says please heed-

I've all you've got

You know your part

to stop pollution,

that's a start

Not go to war

Not go to hate

To balance calls

to mediate

Listen hard,

and listen soft

we're all to blame

we've done are part

So when your grown up, standing tall

Remember it's a world for all.

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Today has been the third day, contributing to the; Poetry A Muse In Motion, project.

Twelfth Month

December I remember

I doth think of you

from the highways

to the by ways

life, will sing us through

With the carols

with the cookies

jingle of the bells

to the snowmen

and the plowmen

and the roads of salted ice,

to the parties

don't eat hardy, for those calories,

count twice,

Have a coffee

skip the toffee

hold the fruitcake

and the cream

read a story

hang a stocking

do it all, as you would dream

Send an e-mail

and a snail card

take a picture, time is peak

Time is present

Time is precious

Time is something we can't sneak

take your minutes

and your moments

Time is all within,

and here,

Hug your family

and your puppies

and your children

in your heart

keep these memories

tell your stories

laugh your chapters, share the spark

know these moments

are just moments

and there's nothing

you to fear

When it's snowing

bundle briskly

walk the crunchy icicles

Know we're human

even fragile

keep your wits & knowledge near

Know it's fleeting

thin as paper

as our trees

they are our ears

are our wittiness

are our soul mates

ever present standing free,

ever patient

ever silent

knows our God does love

our trees

They tell stories

hidden deeply

those in bedded in a trunk

they do know that

we are wasteful

with a lot of awesome stuff

So be kind our fellow humans

when we look upon our trees

be reminded of their wisdom

sharing kindness is the key.

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Written 12/2/10 , third poem in the Poetry A Muse In Motion, series.

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This poem is dedicated to our friend Glen Douglas. Glen enriched our lives with his warmth, sincerity, deep knowledge & his wonderful spirit of joyful humor. On November 21, 2010, the world had lost a very kind & thoughtful man. His memory will live on, in the hearts of his family & many friends world wide.

*Amen*

Chanukah, Christmas & Kwanzaa

Chanukah, Christmas

Kwanzaa & more

take the time

to take your breath,

for hope,

& love's

reborn.

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Well here it is December 2nd, 2010. This very short poem was jotted down yesterday & today another one was composed.

It's a very good exercise, of which only time will tell.

Poetry A Muse In Motion

Our son Mike, who plays drums in the Boston based band The Bynars, told me how one of the band originator's, Matt is committed to writing a new song everyday. Since I am on this sabbatical from my former profession, & my passion is writing & creating art, my son suggested I do something to challenge myself, to create a bit of a routine, in order to accomplish my goals.

"Vol la"... I have decided to commit to writing a poem every day. Each & every poem will not, of course be the best of the best, but there may be a few nuggets along the way. It is for my love of God, who has always guided me, from my way back younger years, of which I am very blessed to know, to listen, that I take on this project, & remain open to learn, & discover.

*Amen*

When I come upon a poem, that seems like a good one to share, I will post it on the Peace Garden, as I did yesterday. As of today, I have a few more. In time I will decide how best to post & share, what is shared with me, from the poetic realm, of living a life, nothing more, nothing less.

Please feel free to share any of these poems among your family or friends, if any are so appropriate. We are all so very different, unique that is, but ultimately all very much the same.

We toil in life's gardens, nurture what we plant, reap what we sow, & forever looking up to the sky. Please so help us God.