Prayer Beads

I put on today

like a prayer shawl

and count my beads

of gratitude.

Out In the City

[This is my son, Jeff. I've written about him before. He is an amazingly talented individual, who composes classical music, poetry, songs , sonnets and odes. He plays guitar, piano and drums. He has walked a difficult path the last twenty years, but he recognizes it as his soul's path, and he has gained much wisdom along the way. He has the kindest and gentlest of hearts, as often is seen in those who suffer greatly. He has just emerged from chemotherapy for lymphoma, and is on a maintenance routine of chemo for the next two years. He has a wonderful doctor, and is expected to continue to do well. Tonight he phoned me  to tell me of a trip downtown he made that inspired a song. He read me the words and I asked if I might share them with you. Then he rang off to set them to music. Later, he will call and sing me the song. Pretty cool!

Oh! He did call and I didnt make it to the phone. He left me a message: "For God's sake call me! I've written a f*-ing masterpiece!!!!!!" Hee hee. I'd better phone!

OUT IN THE CITY
Jeff Merk
Nov. 26, 2010


We two old friends sit at the old cafe
Laughing out because it is the day.
Still laughing we behold the starlit sight
Of evening turning slowly into night

Chorus:
Out in the city-
A sheer delight
Out in the city-
Filled with light

Adults laugh and dance
With dancing children
To soothing strains
of singing street musicians.
It’s a new street
in every day and season.
No one needs to know
the rhyme or reason.


Chorus


I am the one who knows
I do not know,
And seeming silent
In the falling snow,
I am no more afraid
to live or die,
Because of what
I’ve found
within your eyes.


Chorus

Feel free to trace
the footprints in the snow.
Where would you like to stay
Or gently go?
I love the faces
of the passersby,
But homeless people
always make me cry.


Chorus

Welcome to the World, Baby Noah!

Noah Samuel Provost, born November 18

7 pounds, 13 ounces

He was in intensive care for the first two days,

but then went home

with mom and dad. 

In his bunny suit, going home from the hospital.

His soother is as big as his face!

Nappin' in the carseat while Mom and Dad shop.

(Probably buying stuff for Baby!:))

A closer look at this sweet dreamer.

At home, getting some good zzzzz's.

Mom and Dad, Lindsay and Richard,

relieved and happy to be home

with Baby safely here.

All is well!

Lindsay is my cousin Sandra's daughter,

my second cousin.

She and Rich live in Kelowna now, after some years in Hawaii.

My Aunt Donna and Uncle Don are her grandparents, and are

so happy to have the young people living in town now, close by.

Welcome to Planet Earth, Baby Noah!

You're getting your first look,

but there's tons more to see.

It is a really beautiful planet.

Mom 'n Dad will show you lots of cool stuff.

                                     

Here are your folks, Lindsay and Rich, down by Okanagan Lake, 

in the summer before you arrived.

Waiting for Baby Noah.

Next summer, you'll be going to the lake too,

like your Mom did when she was little.

This is such a beautiful array of photos

to show you how in love and happy your parents were,

waiting for you to arrive.

[These black and white photos, and the one color photo below, were taken by

Tamara Poppitt of Poppy Photography of Victoria.]

Your dad is telling a secret to your mom. I'll bet it was about you!

How many kids get to have a beautiful Mom AND a beautiful Grandma?

Sandi and Linds

Noah, let's look back at some of the people in your history.

Your Grandma Sandi and I have been close since she was born and I was twelve years old. I used to babysit her and her brother, your Uncle Cal. Grandma Sandi used to come with me and my kids on our hikes  up Knox Mountain. Here, she is about eighteen.

She has always loved the Lake.

And she has always been beautiful, inside and out.

She has what I call a True Heart. You'll soon find that out

because she has loved you since you first began.  Since you were a tiny speck in the universe,

she has been waiting for you.

This is Grandma Sandi with HER Grandma Marr.

Sandi and your Great-Great-Grandma and I

were all very close, always. Here they are visiting me at my little house

full of children on Ethel Street.

Guess who this is? Your mom, Lindsay,

the light of your Grandma's life.

(Now you're another light!)

Your mom was getting a little bigger......my daughter Stephanie

remembers Lindsay chasing her around the table with a big greasy turkey drumstick, when they came for Thanksgiving dinner the year Linds was two :)

and bigger still........

Grandma Sandi has always loved the ocean. When I lived at the beach,

she would come to visit me

and we would walk for miles, then sit on the rocks or the sand just staring at the waves.

Wait till you see the ocean! It is BIG!

Here we are at sunset. The end of a beautiful day.

This is your Great-Grandpa Don and Great-Grandma Donna,

who are going to enjoy watching you grow!!!

Here is your family, when your cousin Lori, my sister, visited last summer.

Everyone was waiting for you.

Lori loves horses. Wait till you see what she got you for a present.

Sorry, it isnt a pony! :)

Your Clan. The people who will love you the most your whole life.

We're going farther back now. Here is Great-Grandpa, looking pretty cool and suave!

When he was younger, Don drove this zooty car.

Don, Sandra, Cal and Donna.

I  loved their cute little house

when I used to babysit there.

I learned how to keep house from the way

Donna looked after her little home.

Sandra, age three.

One year Sandra and Cal were in the local paper on Christmas Eve.

So adorably cute they were, Sandra with her huge blue eyes, Cal with his big brown ones.

Once when Cal was being admonished to clean his plate, because

"there were hungry children in the world", he said

"Why doesn't somebody feed dem, den?"

So true.

Here is a family Christmas

with Great-Great Grandma and Grandpa Marr,

Great-Grandma and Grandpa

 Sandi and Cal.

I remember that pink dress my Grandma

was wearing. She had a pale turquoise one

just the same.

We went a long ways back. But it doesn't seem so long ago to those of us who are older.

We love seeing you arrive, a new little person that we can watch experiencing the world.

We will see it all brand new once again, through your wide eyes.

Welcome, Baby Noah!

You already have a lot of fans!

GIFTS

[Posted for  Poets United Thursday Think Tank prompt:
Thankfulness. It was written during another season of
gratitude and giving, but seemed
appropriate for today.]

My daughter's heartache
dimmed the lights
this Christmas.
Her raw grief
swamped our craft
and we both
went down.
But the spirit
is meant to try;
Hope lifts our feathers.
We point our noses
forward:
and, one by one,
the healing days
go by.

So yesterday
the sun came out;
the fog had lifted,
trees poking through
the mist
the way I like.
Coffee was on,
John Lennon and I
were singing
War Is Over and
Give Peace a Chance.
Soup was bubbling
on the stove,
the incense wafting.
Music is joy
and my feet
still can dance.

Today I sat
by someone's
dying mother.
How hard
she labored
to take
just one breath,
then another.
My Christmas gift
to God
I had thought
that this would be.
It wound up being
God's Christmas gift
to me.
I walked out
-on my own two legs-
past all the wheelchairs,
past those in bed,
into the falling dark.
Breathing in the fresh air
was a miracle,
the line between
my life and theirs
so stark.

Tonight at the end
of the road
I watched
a heron
lift elegantly
against the winter sky.
My daughter's voice
is growing
ever stronger;
her spirit
is remembering
how to fly.
My inbox
was full of love
as this
welcome
new year starts -
my life's true wealth
is friends
with golden hearts.

Even in pain and grief
-who doesn't have it?-
I remember
to be grateful
every day.
I am in love
with nature
and she is
all around,
so affluence
and plenty -
they abound.

Circling,
endlessly circling
through this stuff,
I make my way,
and I keep on 
coming home
to what's
"Enough".

What we're
looking for
is already
inside us.
What we
focus on
within our life
expands.
What we do
when things
get tough:
haul wood
and carry water,
use our hands
to give to
someone
who has
less than us,
sit with the dying,
remember the living,
write a poem -
assuage the loneliness
of the human heart
by giving.

My daughter, today :)

Petal by Petal

Radar Hill at Sunset, Clayoquot Sound

[My brain seems to have gone into hibernation with the first snows, so I am posting this poem from the past, a time when poems flowed faster than my fingers could keep up. My Muse is slower now. Some might say she is fast asleep:) So I'll share one of my moldy oldies, of which I have a fat binder full.]

1981

Does one ask
a flower to grow?
I just let it be,
letting it unfold
as it unfolds,
petal by petal,
carefully.

I take care
not to thwart
the solitary splendor
of its blooming,
remembering
a flower glows
just as brightly
in an empty lot
as when my eyes
turn upon it
to share
the sudden sweetness
of its garden plot.

As petals catch the wind
and dance under the sun
so do you glow.
Your beauty
casts a clear
and steady light
that does not dim,
and it shines more,
the more I come to know.

We touch elusively
as fragile stems
holding up heavy blooms,
nodding in the breeze.
The blooms are our two lives.
From underneath
their precarious weight
our hands emerge
like leaves.

Your solitude
speaks to
the peaceful
solitude
in me
and deep within
my quiet heart
I can feel
something gentle
yearn to be
set free.

Argh!

For certain there is nothing prettier than a fresh fall of snow - as long as all you have to do is sit inside drinking warm cups of tea, looking out at the wonderland.

However..........when one has one senile dog with anxiety and serious mobility issues, one post-surgery dog who must not slip and fall, a housefull of animals across the street to let in and out through the day, two driveways and sets of stairs to keep clear, one contractor attempting to finish putting down the laminate, and snow all over everything and being  tracked in and out on said new floor.........

forgive me for being slightly less enamored than usual :)

It IS really pretty though. Here's Lori's barn seen faintly through the falling snow, which is already way too many inches high on the driveways and roads. I am worried about Lori, who had to drive to the west coast today, through the steep winding slippery mountain passes. I wont draw an easy breath till she is back home safe and sound.

That is Beau way back there on the left, standing stolidly in her blanket, not minding the snow one bit - except that it covers the grass, so she has nothing to munch on but hay till suppertime.

Our little dead-end road - the snowplough will be frantically busy on the main roads all day, we'll be lucky to even get Beaver Creek ploughed today, never mind the side roads.  I am not going ANYWHERE till the roads are clear.

That dark blotch over there is Pup, who loves the snow and with whom I maintain a running argument in this weather: "It is COLD! Come IN!" Resistance.

When we lived up north one winter, he would lie there until the snow completely covered him, just his eyes peering out. He loved it, bad wolf that he is. But he was younger then. Now he is old, and has lost the sense to come in when it gets too cold.

 I let him have ten minutes, then hauled him back inside. Both dogs and I are in the little back room, out of the way of the contractor.

I will let Pup have the last word of the day :)

Well that was a mere bagatelle to what followed......inches of snow fell till three p.m.

 

Havoc in town, accidents and rear-enders all over, semis off the road, roads closed - the typical first snowfall of the season stuff.

But then the snow stopped, the sun came out, and life looked doable once again. Gotta l;ove those gloriously blue winter skies!