Prayers.
Peace.
Successfulness.
Healing.
To Lead a long life.
My Sparky.
My 'other' girl...
6.27.2011
Helping To Create Those "good" Memories....
A good friend, confidant, and one that is having struggles of her own....
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6.26.2011
6.10.2011
Summer Beauty...
The other day I was in the garden and saw a baby bird struggling to learn to fly from my deck.
I prodded him with kind words and snapped his photo...his little legs looked a little shaky.
He finally took off in flight to the nearest top of a tree.
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Encourage one another.
Give those that need your help soft and kind words.
Peace.
I prodded him with kind words and snapped his photo...his little legs looked a little shaky.
He finally took off in flight to the nearest top of a tree.
Encourage one another.
Give those that need your help soft and kind words.
Peace.
6.06.2011
Wishing Well
Tonight I was reminded of the impact of the importance of connections in our lives. You know when something is real, loaded with heart and soul and is everlasting and it's just so sad that pain and suffering and loss and missed connections is what brought me to this place. I have visited this place before and shed tears but tonight was the first time in a very long time that I heard that song...performed so eloquently...so purely by not two but three...it was perfect, poignant and purposeful. I remember hearing that song in the same format so very long ago when all of our hearts were raw and exposed and I cried tonight...as I did that afternoon in the same month of June but many light years prior. I felt full circle, I felt older, I felt comprehensibly wiser but my heart was still hurting.
Many things that were said in rememberance were full of positive and tenacious and faithful caring and struggle and strife over luxury by a caring soul that truly was generous. And how everything that has happened thus far has happened for a reason and how everyone involved were supposed to be right where they had been at that very time. Call it destiny, call it responsibility or call it whatever you like, but the simple fact and truth of the matter is that pieces in the puzzle of life fall into place and fit perfectly with a little tug and a wiggle and these parts and pieces are what shape us throughout the road of our lives. What may not seem clear or attainable at the time can bring a realization after the fact that it was done the way it was supposed to happen....all along.
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I spent a long time contemplating the importance of what was said specifically by a good friend, a friend that had just lost his mother and how he kept coming back to the realization that it's too late now to hear the stories, ask the questions and get the answers. We never really ever learn during our lives that asking the seemingly unimportant questions when we think of them makes those questions and the answers to them very important. We all do it. We all put it off until another day. We all regret this throughout our lives. I am as guilty as the next person because I have not asked those questions, prodded for those answers and frankly, I'm scared to do; scared that it will take my feelings, thoughts and imaginative past into another arena that I'm not sure that I am ready to take on. I know that I too will be sorry one day.
I felt that exact way the last day that I spent with Di and inside my heart I knew the last time that I listened to her voice, heard her sing to me, held her hand tightly, hugged her and kissed her sweet cheek would be really truly be the last time that I would have the opportunity to "hear" her ever again. I am still so sorry that I did not take more time out of my life to spend with Di.
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Many things that were said in rememberance were full of positive and tenacious and faithful caring and struggle and strife over luxury by a caring soul that truly was generous. And how everything that has happened thus far has happened for a reason and how everyone involved were supposed to be right where they had been at that very time. Call it destiny, call it responsibility or call it whatever you like, but the simple fact and truth of the matter is that pieces in the puzzle of life fall into place and fit perfectly with a little tug and a wiggle and these parts and pieces are what shape us throughout the road of our lives. What may not seem clear or attainable at the time can bring a realization after the fact that it was done the way it was supposed to happen....all along.
I spent a long time contemplating the importance of what was said specifically by a good friend, a friend that had just lost his mother and how he kept coming back to the realization that it's too late now to hear the stories, ask the questions and get the answers. We never really ever learn during our lives that asking the seemingly unimportant questions when we think of them makes those questions and the answers to them very important. We all do it. We all put it off until another day. We all regret this throughout our lives. I am as guilty as the next person because I have not asked those questions, prodded for those answers and frankly, I'm scared to do; scared that it will take my feelings, thoughts and imaginative past into another arena that I'm not sure that I am ready to take on. I know that I too will be sorry one day.
6.02.2011
John Donne - Poet, 1624
Meditation 17, from Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, 1624
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
We are all pieces of one another.
Be kind to one another today.
We are richer for having one another.
Peace today and tomorrow as we clamor into the thoughts, blessings and love of those we have loved, that love us and those that one day we will learn to love. Shelter one another always. It's all we have and all that we will remember.
Cath
6.01.2011
Poetry and Purpose
From Garrison Keillor's magnificent collection of poems, Good Poems for Hard Times:
"Poetry is a necessity as simple as the need to be touched and similarly a need that is hard to enunciate. The intense vision and high spirits and moral grandeur are simply needed lest we drift through our days consumed by clothing options and hair styling and whether to have the soup or the salad. The meaning of poetry is to give courage..."
"Forget everything you ever read about poetry...poetry is the last preserve of honest speech and the outspoken heart."
Many years ago Di introduced me to A Prairie Home Companion on public radio and instantly I was hooked by the eloquence of the prose and the stories that were catapulted from those radio transmissions. The most memorable memory I have of listening to a Saturday evening radio program was one of the times that Di and Jerome and the kids all invited me to go to De Soto Bend with them....it was an early adventure of learning, laughs and bit of uneasiness on my part partly because it was the first time in quite some time that I had traveled with children and really felt part of a family. We wandered the grounds of the park and nature preserve, the kids oogled at the wildlife, I touched the many trees, took photos and lived in the hands of a good family with good love. As we drove back to their house we listened to the antics of A Prairie Home Companion, the kids sung along to the quirky songs and in between the words and the prose there was laughter and delight and chatter from Di explaining to me what this strange radio program was all about during the commercials and that memory is still fresh in my soul. I will never forget it. "It" is a part of me still today, just like it was that autumn day many years ago when Di introduced me or as she liked to say "educated" me....
Perfect prose...Perfect words...Perfect Timing...Perfect Friend...
Good times...
Good memories...
Bring both smiles and tears...
Cath
"Poetry is a necessity as simple as the need to be touched and similarly a need that is hard to enunciate. The intense vision and high spirits and moral grandeur are simply needed lest we drift through our days consumed by clothing options and hair styling and whether to have the soup or the salad. The meaning of poetry is to give courage..."
"Forget everything you ever read about poetry...poetry is the last preserve of honest speech and the outspoken heart."
Many years ago Di introduced me to A Prairie Home Companion on public radio and instantly I was hooked by the eloquence of the prose and the stories that were catapulted from those radio transmissions. The most memorable memory I have of listening to a Saturday evening radio program was one of the times that Di and Jerome and the kids all invited me to go to De Soto Bend with them....it was an early adventure of learning, laughs and bit of uneasiness on my part partly because it was the first time in quite some time that I had traveled with children and really felt part of a family. We wandered the grounds of the park and nature preserve, the kids oogled at the wildlife, I touched the many trees, took photos and lived in the hands of a good family with good love. As we drove back to their house we listened to the antics of A Prairie Home Companion, the kids sung along to the quirky songs and in between the words and the prose there was laughter and delight and chatter from Di explaining to me what this strange radio program was all about during the commercials and that memory is still fresh in my soul. I will never forget it. "It" is a part of me still today, just like it was that autumn day many years ago when Di introduced me or as she liked to say "educated" me....
Perfect prose...Perfect words...Perfect Timing...Perfect Friend...
Take a few minutes to listen to some quick podcasts here if you don't have an IPhone or the App:
Good times...
Good memories...
Bring both smiles and tears...
Cath
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