Meanwhile Back At The Ranch

It's early morn in these here woods.  On the surface it may all look like child's play, if it were only that simple.  Yet in many respects it truly is.  When they say we humans tend to over think, create our own problemos, there's a truth to that.

One piece of the puzzle at a time, & forget the sleepless nights.  It's not worth it.  A cup of early morning java thankfully still hits the spot.  Happy Friday Everyone!

[The first photo was taken in our cousins Arlene & David's  home.  Arlene told me she loved the game pick up sticks & a friend of theirs created the wall relief piece shared in today's posting.]

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My Less Than Perfect Self

This wonderful work in the pic above was on view at The National Museum Of Women In The Arts, Washington, D.C. last summer.  On that specific morning my husband & son were off doing a bike ride along the Potomac, with additional plans for a ball game the same afternoon.  My needs were of a different vein, thus for the first time ever in my life I ventured off alone in a strange city to satisfy my curiosity & to find my way. 

The experience was enthralling, & now I say-  What took me so long?  After all I'm a grandmother now! In all honesty I never gave myself the opportunity to do so.  The only one that ever held me back was me.  Better late than never, they say.  It's all so true of course, there is always the opportunity for change, we just have to be willing.

In the spirit of a recent topic of being real I wrote a new poem.  I will keep on keeping on & brave it all, as the ink's still wet, & the day continues to click right along-

My Less Than Perfect Self

My less than perfect self

 needs an F-ing break

A break from thoughts which spur deep moods

& makes my psyche ache

My less than perfect self is sad,

it yearns for what can't have

What's normal anyway these days

depends what's in your bag

My perfect self is O so good,

in thoughtfulness & deed

& yet I yearn to crawl away

& dig a cave of grief

This mountain rage of sad I feel

it's thick, constricting sprawl

my energy is non exist, 

I can't express it all

It's known to pass when time is up

these feelings make me weep

there's plenty more

where it comes from

the anger runs so deep

I think I know, O no I don't

don't know what's in the wing

this life feels whole, this life feels flat

my moods an honest read

And will go on, I do go on

it's all that I do know

in time it lifts, the thoughts do shift

a total human goal.

*******

Yup Poetry A Muse In Motion is back~!

It's alive & well doing what needs to be done, piecing it together, coloring in the fragments, & learning one step at a time.

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Where Have All The Flowers Gone...

Where Have All The Flowers Gone?

Well here we are with August clicking right along, or so it seemed.  We were doing aok in the flower department, until.. da..da..da..da.. !  Yup the picture was way too horrid to show you the real thing, for our pup Dolly was sleeping on the job & that's when Bambi & friends came trotting in.  Probably in the early morn.  About six to eight of my husband's sunflowers were mowed down in the prime of their lives!  A sad disaster for us, a feast for the deer, & a failing grade for Dolly who really let her guard down & slept right through the entire feast.  

Oye, no Dolly this was not good!!!!!  Yes we love you,... no we're not perfect either.  

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Booting Up With Flower Power

Above is a sampling of a wonderful exhibit late this winter at the Worcester Art Museum.  It was truly a fun afternoon with my friend Peg & Nancy.  Nancy had this really great idea for us to make the jaunt up to the museum.  Being I've been way too lax due to a rather gray mood & an inability to muster up the energy to reach out,  have affirmed once again this morning-  I'm back & loving it!  & will do the best that I am able in this continuing exercise of being real.

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Art Is Life Life Is Art, At Real Art Ways, Really

Being Real

My O my it seems like a forever time ago, but I can say I'm back & so very
thankful to once again be able to click these words & images upon a page.
My husband & I for over a year & a half have been the main healthcare advocates for my mother who is now 86 years old.  My mother's health status thankfully has been somewhat stable, but her situation has been known to change.  Often time it's a week by week, day by day situation for my mother as her trips back & forth to the hospital have  come in clusters.  This of course has been awful for her, & not very healthy on this end either.  Thus the oyes of my reluctance to crowd the page with any chatter or complaining.  But I'm only human & will just keep on keeping on, & see what I can do even when my mind feels a bit swampy.
Enclosed in today's posting are a few photos from Real Art Ways in Hartford, Ct.  A fave place to watch a cutting edge movie & view some innovative art too.
I will keep my word on being "real" & shall do my best to return soon to share & connect in our common humanity.

The Bells of One's Truth

Hola to Our Peace Garden Friends,~

It's been a most challenging road here in the Peace Garden, for when an elder parent comes upon numerous situations that bring forth crisis, it does become harder & harder at times to think outside the box a bit.  I've never been all that good at creating compartments.  As my husband has often said, "you're a poet afterall".  Such is my life, & am working on it, moment by moment.

For today I was asked to choose a fav poem, & this one by Emily Dickenson has always rung most true~


I Shall Not Live In Vain