Showing posts from May, 2017

Parenting the World

  Slice of Life Tuesday : View from the top edge - a long way down! View off the left edge View to the right partway up. We went here last week.  Took the motorcycles for a short ride down to the ocean.  It was a cool day.  The tide was going out, but was still pretty high on the beach and rocks.  It was a loud and boisterous sea. We were on our way climbing the path to the high point that overlooks the open ocean and the sandy beach off to the side of it.  As we approached, we saw a young child on the beach.  There were two adults on the beach also and two more coming over the dune walkway.  I watched but both pairs ignored her and went on their way.  We continued to walk up the path and I spotted her again, now approaching the ledges with a small stick.  She began to climb up and wander toward the ocean side of the rocks.  No one was with her.  No one was close by except us.  She continued to walk up the ledges closer to us.  I called to her and she looked at me and s

Golden Shovel - Take 1

I was reading this morning, early, Laura Salas' Golden Shovel poem creation , and decided to look up what this was and how to do it and could I try it if I actually found a book of poetry in this awful mess I've created around me in the process of packing, tossing and yard-saling for our move to Gull Haven . I found out what it was AND I found a book of Rupert Brooke's poetry "1914 and Other Poems". I also found the Rupert Brooke's Society page and an article about his life in The New Yorker online and the poem "The Treasure" written in August of 1914. The Treasure When colour goes home into the eyes,    And lights that shine are shut again, With dancing girls and sweet birds' cries    Behind the gateways of the brain; And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close The rainbow and the rose: - Still may Time hold some golden space    Where I'll unpack that scented store Of song and flower and sky and face,    An

It's Sunday - The Book

Though this is not a response to Michelle's Ditty challenge for May, it was inspired somewhat by it.  The word "book" began to talk to me.  As we have been packing to move, I have been discovering Bibles galore in our house.  Everywhere I turn, I see a Bible.  Most of them were on bookshelves.  Most are unread - because really, how many do you NEED at one time? I've realized that I have a problem with buying Bibles (and my husband does, too), but I'd never gathered them ALL in one place before.  Purple?  I don't have a purple Bible!  I need one.  Oooh, a snap closure!  I don't have one of those.  Zippered AND blue?? I'll take it!   Sometimes we bought them and forgot we did.  We even rescued a perfectly good leather Bible at the dump once.  I now have my mother's, my father-in-law's, and my grandparents' family Bibles in our collection.  And these aren't all of them - I don't even know how many we've given away over the ye

Birthing a Book

Birthing a Book Writing is like giving birth... same amount of pain and joy... same order. Thanks  Michelle Barnes and Melissa Manlov for the challenge this month to write about how writing or a book is like something else...  Yesterday I posted Circus for Poetry Friday .  Today is Poem #2: Birthing a Book Giving birth to a book Is no ordinary thing; Like a true living baby It makes your heart sing! Right from the beginning You knew it was there, And though not all formed You gave it your care. You felt as it moved, And it gave you a nudge, And even at midnight You’d feed it with fudge. Some times this book-baby Would make you feel sick But cozying down Sweet names you would pick: That name, for a boy, This one, for a girl, Then back to the business Of taking a hurl, Until things settled down And it grew and it grew, Till the “Precious” you dreamed of Emerged and came true; That laborious birth-day Was a day like no other, For now you were newly And truly a mother. ©Donna JT Smi

Poetry Friday - The Circus

In response to Michelle Barnes' and Melissa Manlov's May challenge to write a poem that explores how writing or a book is like something else, I wrote this poem comparing a three ring circus to writing.  I have been in such a different mind place lately and not had the minutes to myself to write, that this challenge was a challenge.  I knew from the beginning it would be a circus, yet it wasn't coming through quickly.  So I doubted myself, and began to jot down other ideas of comparisons.  They were horrid, so I'd give up, knowing that none were speaking to me; then the circus would return.  Giving up on the idea of an easy flow of words, I let the rough edges of the circus take shape in phrases.  Then the "comparison" poem (kind of two voices) evolved, and I let it do what it had been trying to do all along.  Never fight it.  Poems do not like to be told what to do. Circus Step right up and sit right down, The thrilling Big Top’s come to town! I

Yesterday's Break from Packing

Linking today to a Wordless Wednesday .

A Poem Today

And She Grew Step by step
 In helical line,
 From roots
 to shoots, 
A journey divine. Donna JT Smith, 5/18/17 It's Poetry Friday.  Please take some quiet time to read some lovely works of art by visiting our hostess today, Kiesha at Whispers from the Ridge . This was originally written for Laura Purdie Salas' 15 Words or Less challenge yesterday.  It fit in my thinking a few ways in addition to the image of the Arc De Triomphe stairway.  This was one of them.

Poetry Friday

Yesterday was my daughter's birthday.  Last week was her daughter's birthday.  We missed them both, as we are knee deep - "litterally".  Oh, we should have started this better last year.  The house is littered with years' worth of stuff - the dead skin of living in one place for a long time.  We have moved before, but most of the time it was to a same sized or larger house and so it didn't matter that we had lots of stuff.  Twice when we moved we had professional movers.  Oh, my they are fast!  And you just get to sit back and watch mostly. One time though they moved our trash even.  Never asked anything about it.  Just packed it up and Voilá! instant trash at your new home! We are not professionals.  And we are older than last time.  We are older and slower than molasses running uphill on snow.  But we will get there.  Slowly but surely. I took a break and went on a motorcycle jaunt into town for a teacher certification meeting (retired but still working o

Spiritual Journey First Thursday

Spiritual Journey First Thursday is here today. You may put your link below on the padlet. I'm REACHing a bit to day with the format, hope it isn't too far a reach... REACH is my OLW this year. Last year was BOLD.  I felt that these two words are related in many ways and are showing a progression for me. I was bold last year in my prayers for healing.  I was bold in changing my eating habits and losing weight.  I was bold when I told my doctor that this was a diet that defied contemporary logic of low fat, and was in fact the opposite of what the media and the health industry would have you believe.  I was bold when I told him I no longer needed blood pressure medication.  He laughed.  I was serious. He agreed to try it.  It worked. I was bold when I signed up for motorcycle classes.  I was bold to actually go and get the license.  I was bold to buy a bigger bike to use this summer.  I was bold to decide to take my son's advice and ride the bigger bike as soon as I got