Wednesday, February 28, 2018

First Spiritual Thursday in March

Today Karen Eastlund is hosting via Irene Latham's blog.  Our topic today is Music.  And music is a favorite.  I am more into the traditional hymns than the newer Christian music.  It isn't that I don't like modern music, I just don't like it in church.  Great in the car or a concert though - then it is Christian entertainment, not worship or worship prep in my mind.  I'm old school... I'm not much for a "worship team" or "praise team" - sorry!  I don't hate you if you do!
But first - in case this comes out disjointed or stupid sounding (yipes! I said the s word!) - I guess I'm going to have to start out by saying I've been sick for over a week, with the flu, and am still weary.  I went to the doctor last week on Monday because of a strange heaviness in my chest that was making it hard to breathe. The next day I had chills, fever, joint pain, sensitive skin, disorientation, dizziness, fatigue, chest congestion and coughing.  Then, a few days into it, came the heart palpitations and strange very strong, disturbing, randomly occurring heartbeats.  I finally went to the doctor again this week on Tuesday, and they ordered blood work and an EKG (and echocardiogram as a check on the status of my heart murmur).

Strangely, just before my appointment, I received a text from my brother asking me how I was doing.  I told him about my strange symptoms, and he said that his wife had had the same thing happen when she had the flu this winter.  She also has a heart murmur and occasional palpitations the same as I do, and they had become the same disturbing strong irregularities that I was having, way worse than "normal".  It now appeared that these were actually a symptom of the flu!  At least for those with heart irregularities.

My tests all came out good.  My murmur hasn't changed in the past two years - oh, but it was funny that during the echo, I had a random strong heartbeat causing the tech doing the test to exclaim, "Wow! I felt that!" as he did a little jump back!  He didn't look concerned though, just surprised!
There's something reassuring about that.  Now that that is "off my chest" so to speak...and you realize that I've been quite under the weather and sooo if I don't make sense, it is just because I am still tired (though I just got dressed for the second day in a row!).

I was disappointed that I missed church two Sundays because of the flu.  I was supposed to sing at church last Sunday.  I love singing at church, I love the whole everything about it.  Mainly I love it because it surprises me every time I do it.  I was not a soloist ever. I enjoyed singing always, but soloing would just set me to trembling thinking about it. The thought of a duet was pushing it even.  But one day when I was about 60 years old my brother, a pastor, asked me to sing a duet with him.  It never seemed right to refuse anything a pastor asked you to do as a part of the ministry, so I did it with trepidation.  During the singing of the duet he stopped singing, and I was left soloing. I made it through, he joined me later in the hymn.  Not long after that he asked me to do a solo-solo.  I was sick to my stomach, but I did it because he asked me to.

It seemed the oddest thing; I found that I got a lot closer to God when I sang.  The singing surprised me each time I did it - that I could actually do it.  And it grew me.  It grew my relationship to God because I had to rely solely on him to do this.  I had to always focus on the "why" I was doing it.  I had to ask Him to remove me from the equation, and make it fully about Him.  What an awesome feeling!  I have to say that now it is my favorite ministry.  Sometimes it makes me cry - even when I am singing...when I hear the words I'm singing, and it is like it is not me, but God singing them for me or through me... all I can say is I want to forever be able to sing - in the good times and the bad... like Paul and Silas.

Music is and was the beginning of a deeper understanding of and relationship with God.

I know you are all going to just write the best stuff about this, and I am going to think "eesh!"  But it is all I can say.  I'm looking forward to reading what everyone else offers up!
The song I put here disappeared, so now I am posting another - a modern song that I love sung in a tribute to Billy Graham:

*Gearing up for March Madness Poetry.  I've made the cut for the competition (despite my stupor lately)... so register yourself and/or your class to vote for your favorite poems.  There will be an insane number of poems and variety of styles and usage of words at Ed DeCaria's in March!

Okay, I'm putting this up here again - a link to my acapela "It is Well with My Soul" with multiple parts that I sing all parts of - no music.  I had it up before, took it down, and now put a link here.  It may disappear again, as I don't feel too comfortable doing this. I'm not that good, just sincere and prayerful!

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Ekphrastic Poetry

Here's the image posted on Laura Shovan's FB page for the group doing an Ekphrastic Poem a day throughout the month of February.  Today all are writing a poem with this artwork as the inspiration.

It is my turn to post a piece of artwork for others to write to.
This piece has no signature.  It is a piece my mother gave to me one Christmas.  They owned an antique store, so many of my gifts were of the "gently used" kind!  As it is a handmade piece from quite a while ago, I can see no reason not to be able to use it freely, as "Artist Unknown".
FB Post:
I am working off an iPad away from home (on a train all day yesterday’s) as of 3 am Tuesday, so this whole process is a little slower and off kilter for me. But I got my picture posted and my poem written at last. Just having trouble manipulating the image with my poem in it without taking too much time away from grandkids!

Her linen hooped,
Her needle keen,
She stitched the ground
Began her scene.
There grew a stalk
With running stitch
Tall and green,
Without a hitch.
Her knotted stitches
Formed a berry,
While neath it all
A bunny merry
Hopped into view
To add some motion
Giving the scene
Sweet Spring’s emotion.
She asked her mom
If she was through,
If there was more
that she should do.
Mom looked and smiled,
“Enough today
Why don’t you take 
some time to play?”
And off she skipped
With time to spend
Not with needle
But paper and pen
Embroidering words
Like colored dreams
More vivid than
Her linen scenes.

By Donna JT Smith

Friday, February 9, 2018


I knew it was Friday.  But I somehow forgot it was Friday.  So I had nothing on this page as of 9 am today!

Here's one of the ekphrastic poem I wrote to go with this adorable figurine Diane Mayr offered for our prompt.  Although adorable, my poem did not end up being of his adorable nature.  Go figure... some days you just have to take what you are given.

Have a happy Poetry Friday as you slither through the (s)links at, where Sally Murphy is our hostess today, and offering some Terse Verse* (I think she's asleep now, sh!).

* What did we retrieve from the gull who dragged off our bag of saltwater taffy?
sandy candy...

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Poetry Friday

Groundhog Day!  Yay, groundhogs!

I am having a hodgepodge post with post cards and celebration of poetry.
Link here today to share your blog post: This month has brought a bouquet of postcards, and I've sent some out myself.  Mine were sent recently so if you know you are missing one, mine will be straggling in!

I have been concentrating this week on a poem a day, and finishing my manuscript.  So this post is going to be a bit spare on MY words, and concentrate on these!

My refrigerator...

Linda Mitchell's Map Poetry postcard

A Peace Postcard from Michelle Kogan

Diane Mayr's Haiga postcard

Sally Murphy's new year postcard

Linda Baie's sky postcard

Jone Rush MacCulloch's sandy view postcard

If you sent me a postcard and don't see yours here and think it should be here, let me know.  I'll ask my husband.  Sometimes he forgets that I want to see the mail, too!  It could be in the car!

Z is for Zoetic

Good Words Alphabetically: Z is for Zoetic Ah, z end of z month... I'm going to miss writing a poem and drawing every day.  Perhaps I wi...