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Soul Journey
How long I’m here
I do not know
To choose the path
On which to grow
One’s steep with rocks
and overgrown
The other flows
to parts unknown
My choice to float
the river’s race
Without a care
Or effort placed
But soon I find
I’m in a scrape
Rapids, boulders
There’s no escape
Learn to paddle
Find the courage
Steer my vessel
Dodge and portage
I’m here to learn
Life’s lessons taught
To grow my soul
To give it thought
I take the task
Where’er I roam
It’s mine, all mine
‘Til going home
Connected
Voicemail, email
Morning chores wait
Facebook, Twitter
I’m connected
Texting, Linking
Never see a face
Or touch a hand
But I’m connected
Day is done
Gone the sun
Missed its fiery rays
But I’m connected
Birds sang in chorus
Flowers flaunted brilliance
Did not hear or see
But I’m connected
Have I missed the moment
Pulse and palette
Abundant buffet
To be connected
My wheel of life
Unable to turn
One spoke unbalanced
To be connected
Sightless eyes open
Awakened, I
Taste, touch, smell, hear
To get connected
With my soul
Humanity
Life
Connection!
Living Color
Born in 1950, I am a dinosaur, who grew up in the days of black and white television. Our view of the world and beyond appeared in lifeless shades of gray. The First Moonwalk, July 20, 1969, came to life on our portable black and white TV. It was considered portable, not because you could carry it with you, but because it was not encased in a cumbersome, wooden cabinet.
And then it happened! Color TV was invented and flooded the market. Stimulating hues tantalized our senses. The world and the heavens came to life.
Color is a way to express our souls. What we wear conveys a message, a first impression. A co-worker once commented that all I wore were dark colors and that I should brighten up my look. I was taken back by the loving criticism because I thought I had been conveying a professional image. The REAL ME loves hot, Carribean colors. How odd that I had chosen to silence my inner being and portray a somber image of black, navy and gray.
I am learning to listen to my spirit. It is difficult to quiet the ego and soar as the Cardinal in his “here I am” red. Be brave! Join me! Follow technology’s lead. Cast off the blacks, whites and grays for LIVING COLOR. Be bold! Make a statement! Grab a crayon. It is your blank page to color every day. Your inner child will thank you.
Thanks for the Unsung Heroes
There are so many unsung heroes I could never list them all. Today, I want to focus on those that care for the ill and aged.
Our bodies are miraculous creations. Think of the complex systems that work in concert: musculoskeletal system, cardiovascular system, digestive system, endocrine system, integumentary system, urinary system, lymphatic system, immune system, respiratory system, nervous system and reproductive system. But when the delicate balance is destroyed, illness and injury prevail.
Every day across this planet there are those who have elected to care for others. As long as we are strong and cocky, we never give them a thought. But, each one of us will become dependent on the kindness and knowledge of the medical community, those individuals who go to work each day to face heart wrenching stories with a smile. Some battles they can win, some will be lost and others will gradually unfold. Patient need is 24 hours, 7 days a week. Illness and injury do not take weekends, vacations and holidays off.
Healthcare is a business for the bean counters, which is a necessary evil, so that quality care is available. But, the warriors are those who study and practice countless years. They continue to learn, research and grow in their crafts as they treat their patients with compassion. Their patients are given comfort and hope.
My plea is that you take a minute to remember someone who has helped you in your darkest hour. Give thanks and extend a hand to another as our unsung heroes do every day.
Chasing the Dream When Reality Bites
Our spirit longs deep within to reach out for today’s desire, the one condition that would bring happiness. The plan is to reach the goal by following the shortest distance between two points, a straight line. The course is set and the starting pistol fires.
When I was a child growing up in the 1950’s, a pre-electronic era when dinosaurs roamed the earth, or so it seems to my grandchildren, I played many board and card games. One that comes to mind is Mille Bornes, a French card game that is still being produced. The object of the game was to win a 700 mile road race. There were hazards, i.e. accident, out of gas and flat tire, that would delay the journey until a remedy card was found. I still remember my frustration to have one of these obstacles slow my progress.
Life is filled with blockades and the unexpected. As in the game of Mille Bornes, the race to the elusive goal has many detours. It is difficult to keep an eye on the prize when crisis and turmoil swirl at every turn. The tremors of despair shake our once firm foundations.
But there are pleasant surprises along the way as the petals of our personal blossom unfold. The key is to achieve balance. Find ways to feed your soul today. Do the simple things that bring joy. My husband loves to cook. My heart sings when I watch him put together a meal. It was only 3 short years ago when he was in the hospital being blasted by two forms of chemotherapy and on a lactose free liquid diet for 19 days as he battled leukemia. Today, after a bone marrow transplant, his zest for life is contagious.
Dreams are the seeds of creation. As we journey through life, we learn, grow, edit and take side trips. There are great gifts along the way if we are open to accept them. Keep the faith, shore up the foundations and keep moving forward. Life is ours to color. Today is a clean piece of paper. Color it any way that you want.
Key West- A State of Mind
Today I am writing from a hotel room in Key West, Florida. The air is hot and sticky, the water, an inviting turquoise. I have been here three days, but feel that I could meld into the landscape, a soul living the dream of creativity and barefoot freedom.
When the Boeing 737 screeched to an abrupt halt on the short runway and taxied to the terminal, I felt that I had arrived home. The sign read “Welcome to the Conch Republic.” The words rang true of what the United States was founded on, the beliefs of rugged individuals. It is a state of mind that I fear has been lost as our nation struggles to find equilibrium. Technology is taking us to unchartered waters where we marvel at the advances, but fear the loss of privacy. In search of political correctness, we often change laws for the few, forgetting about the rights of many.
Key West has a mix of culture, race and sexual preference where people live and let live with mutual respect. The hens run free and the roosters crow of independence. Tomorrow, I fly back to Connecticut. Besides the baggage I have carried for sixty-three years, I hope to bring back the flip-flop state of mind. Long live the Conch Republic!
Margarita Recipe
Garret’s Key West Margarita
Fresh squeezed juice of 6 Key Limes
1 jigger of silver tequila
1 jigger of Triple Sec
1 jigger of Rose’s lime juice
Shake vigorously. Pour over ice.
Float ½ jigger of Grand Marnier on top
Enjoy! Repeat as needed!


