Saturday, May 14, 2011

Goodbye

[image from google]

The dogwood
are blooming
in this month
that you died,
as are
the flowering plum
and the rhodos
your wife
planted
with such care
in her happy middle years,
before Alzheimers,
before cancer.
You told me
that then
you did it all,
looked after her
and the house.

You tended her
as tenderly
as those blooms
for twenty years,
until she died
and you stayed on,
alone.

As you weakened,
I came
to tend you,
the evidence of
your fineness
everywhere,
most especially
in your son.

You were
living your life,
then you
were gone;
Presence,
a slow weakening,
and then Absence.

And now
the house
is bare,
stripped of
everything
you gathered
in your decades
of honorable,
simple
decent
living:
all your treasures,
the family photos
chronicling
life lived,
your favourite chair,
all gone.

I clean
the empty house.
Turn the lock.
Shut the door.

Goodbye.

Wild Woman on Old People

[Hallmark's Maxine creator is John Wagner.
copyright Hallmark Licensing Corp.]


Wild Woman
really likes
old people.

Whoa!
Wait a
minute!

Wild Woman
is
an old people!

Why
does this
not
compute?

Friday, May 13, 2011

Black Bear Rising




The black bear
wakes in the spring,
stretches,
scratches,
moseys out
to see if she
can find
           something to eat.......

Behind her,
down the slope,
tumble two
brown cubs,
trying their
new legs out,
sliding down hills
like happy children,
poking an investigative paw
into chill creek waters,
leaping back
in surprise
when the cold water
splashes their nose.

When their mother
hauls a fish
out of the creek,
they are confounded.

What the heck?

FOOD,
in the water
and on the ground?

Concept!

Soon, they tire.
They follow their mother
slowly back
uphill,
to the hollowed out
pocket of earth
in the root system
of an elderly,
sheltering tree
that is their home,
as long as humans
stay away
and let them live.

Question:
why would anybody
in their right mind
kill
one of these creatures?

Spring Green

[image from flickr.com]

After the hoarfrost
and bare brittle twigs
of winter,
this morning dawned,
new-minted,
in fresh baby-green
leaf-garlands,
like a proud young woman
draped in fluffy
feather boas,
stepping out
with a light heart,
toes reaching for
the lush, soft, mossy
emerald carpet
underfoot,
a day
 painted green
by a Master Artist's
brush.

Hands Across the Planet

[image from cleveland.com]

Hands Across the Planet – Love Abounds!

Wasn't that freaking scary, when Blogger was out of commission? I worried about my entire year's writing, which I do not have backed up, a situation I must rectify very soon. Scared me to death. This has been my most prolific year ever. Losing all that writing is not an option!


But now we're back to normal. And today, kids, I am going to pass along to you a cool little story I’ve come across recently. It is just one small thing that happened on this big old planet, among people who choose to remain nameless, that shows the hearts of most people are basically good, and that it is in small acts of kindness that we can each, if we choose, profoundly impact the world or, at least, someone else.

So, out in blogger-space, one aging woman connected with one young student in Africa, who writes passionately about social justice. Drawn by his poetry and his passion for righting the social ills of the world he inhabits, they make a connection, form a friendship. Within mere weeks, he becomes another grandson.

He was once a little boy sleeping on the ground under a blanket of stars by the village campfire, with the other nomads. But he dreamed big dreams, under those stars and, in time, someone arrived in his life to help put him through school.

Now he is on the last legs of a long push towards completing some post graduate work, some time yet to cross the finish line. He is doing it on his own. His sponsor, who first recognized his brightness and gave it a chance to blossom, told him some time back the rest is up to him. He has been trying to hang on, to make this last push to the finish line. And now, at this very moment that he is scrabbling desperately to complete his objective, the universe sends him a grandmother in the West. The West is wealthy, but she is not. By Western standards, she is at the bottom of the heap. But by African standards, she is certainly far more comfortable than anyone this young lad knows.

First, she thinks small: she will send him a gift.

Then, she has an apparently “random” conversation, in town, one day, in the course of running her errands. But nothing, in this life, is random. She was actually leaving the store when she decided to turn back and tell the storekeeper the story of this young man. Over the years, they have recognized each other as folks who love humanity. They have big hearts for the suffering of the world, and a wish to contribute something good. So she simply thinks, “This man will enjoy hearing about my young friend in Africa.”

Only partway through her story, the storekeeper says, without qualification, and wholeheartedly, (which is the way he does everything): Tell him I will send a hundred dollars a month, if he can find a child to put through school.

At first, she doesn’t understand. He repeats his offer.

In that single moment, in a “random” conversation between two tiny beings on this big but interconnected planet, the lives of children on the other side of the world begins to change.

She recognizes, with the open-hearted and selfless manner in which the young man is thrilled at the chance to help other children as he once was helped, that she has within her means enough to help him in his final push towards his goal, small amounts of western money being able to do great things across the world. Thus, it all comes full circle.

The young man is flabbergasted, humbled and also empowered with the joy of being able to do for other small children what was once done for him. He tells her that the amount of money the man proposes to send is enough to send TEN children through school. Ten children, five little boys and five little girls, who are bright and needy, whose smiles will shine brighter at this unexpected act of kindness from across the world.

This is one amazing world, both the cyber world, and the real, green and blue planet we are making this sojourn on, together.

Never forget: People are capable of great kindness, enormous hope. And life is very good.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Wild Woman Gets Spring Fever

[image from groundframed.com]

Slice of moon,
bare branch
stark against the sky,
scent of new grass
mingled with
 the earth stirring to life,
feeling
the pulse of Gaia
throbbing
deep underneath
my feet,
rising up
my body
as if it were
a young sapling,
I want to
grow my hair
wild and long,
run deep into
the oldest forest
I can find,
make a dwelling there
out of branches, leaves
and the shed skin
of a deer
who no longer wants it,
and spend my days
communing with
the trees.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Chloe is home!


Oh my goodness, just look at this adorable little face!
Chloe has come home, a bit early, so Steph is
deep in new-mom bliss!


Too too cute!


Chloe has a very definite little face - she will need to be
assertive, to hold her own with Sanchez:)


But right now it's baby days,
and going to the park is an exciting
but exhausting adventure.


Steph titled this photo: My heart, and I can see why - everyone
she loves in one spot. Chloe is that teensy little lump, big as a minute,  
curled up beside Gord:) I cant wait to hold this little girl.