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Easter Past

Below is a blog I wrote last year. It touches my heart because it reminds me of Happy Easters long ago. I want to share it again.

Easter Past

Early Spring dew blankets the sleepy landscape
Tires crunch gravel in pursuit of Easter treasure
Wide eyed children scan for plastic colored eggs
Four to compete

Grandpa waits with bags in hand
Money filled eggs hidden high and low
Three boys and a girl will run the race
Four to compete

Ham in the oven kielbasa in the pot
Hot cross buns in the warmer
Tantalizing breakfast smells tease hungry athletes
Four to compete

Tension builds as we all assemble
No peeking, not fair scold the parents
A nonchalant glance, who’d notice
Four to compete

It’s time. The bags are passed
Three boys and a girl race through the yard
Snatching pink, blue, green and yellow
“Til they complete

The four dump their bags on the living room floor
Tear open the eggs to count their reward
Two tallies to take- most eggs and most money
More to compete

Starved from the contest, gastric juices flow
The sumptuous bounty spread on the dining room table
Ten crack eggs for a winner, eat what we lose
Hunger full-filled

The children are grown, gone to carve out their destinies
Grandpa and Grandma moved to angel’s realm
Parents remain to eat ham and crack eggs
Four to compete

Souls Unite

Darkest night

Souls unite

Melding minds

All mankind

 

Spirits passed

Souls recast

Godliness

Consciousness

 

Born of one

Father, son

Pre dawn light

Souls unite

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Intruder

Nothing good, only bills, in the stack of yesterday’s mail I flipped through on my way back to the house. The Fall air was crisp. Columns of steam curled from the frost covered grass where rays of morning sun danced through the trees.

I sensed a presence long before I saw him blocking my path to the back door. Terror froze time. Our eyes locked. Does he smell my fear?  I thought of running but there was no place to go.  In seconds he could attack and I would be dead.

As if by an unspoken agreement of mutual respect, the bear turned to his right and lumbered down the hill to the next house.  His slick black coat glistened in the sunlight when he stood on his powerful hind legs and shook the pear tree with his front paws until a shower of fruit fell at his feet. Like a toddler, he plopped on his bottom and ate the pears one by one until his belly was full.

That was my first encounter with the Granddaddy of black bears who caused the neighbors to buzz.    Humans can purchase a piece of property, but do not own the Earth.  Nature’s creatures roam free.  Man is the intruder.

Young Hearts

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Made of Gold

Two young hearts

Brave and bold

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Learn all day

Swim at night

Homework, play

Sleep, goodnight

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Competition

Keep the pace

Some are won

Race, race, race

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Two young hearts

Digging deep

To impart

Nothing’s cheap

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Set a goal

Give their all

Swim with soul

Then stand tall

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Two young pups

Taught their Gram

Don’t give up

Who I am

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Fight the fight

Write, amend

Overwrite

‘Til the end

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Two young hearts

Made of gold

Two young hearts

Brave and bold

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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!

 

Positively Positive

This past week POSITIVE has been attacking me from all sides.  A friend sent me a book by Joel Zeff, Make The Right Choice, Creating a Positive, Innovative and Productive Work Life.  His premise is that we all need Positive Support.  He walks through several examples of how to give positive support in the workplace.  Chapter Five is my favorite.  He states that Fun, Passion and Happiness are choices.  The onus is on the individual.  Challenges and frustrations pop up. It is how we deal with them that makes a difference.

On Thursday, my sister invited me to a book signing.  Title of the book is Profit from the Positive: Proven Leadership Strategies to Boost Productivity and Transform Your BusinessThere it is again!  Is this synchronicity or is the world going positively positive?   One of the authors, Margaret Greenberg, talked the talk and walked the walk.  She was vivacious and warm as she gave a short explanation of positive psychology and her career as a business coach.

My brain churned all that I had learned.  Was all this positive energy going to fry it?  I needed real life examples, not theories and empty promises.  Again, I asked and the universe provided.  The best teachers were standing in front of me, two boys, ages 12 and 10, who are my idols.  They swim competitively, having learned at a young age about hard work, discipline, winning and losing.  Swimming is an individual sport.  There is no passing the buck.  The will to dig deep resides within whether the ranking is twenty-sixth or first.

Last weekend I had the pleasure to witness the 4 day Eastern Zone 2013 Long Course Age Group Championship in Richmond, VA.  The pool area was packed with children from New England, Tri-state and Mid-Atlantic regions.  Each child endured hours of waiting to swim one or two events per day that would last 30 seconds to 4 minutes, depending on the event.  The positive energy from the children and the parents in the balcony was electrifying.

After the meet, I spent three days with my special heroes.  With all the intensity it takes to be a child athlete and student, there is always room for play.  Life is fun!  It is loaded with games, not just electronic and board games developed to entertain.   There are the ones that come to mind when trapped in a car for a long trip.  “I’m thinking of a number….” or “Twenty questions” or “Let’s see how many states we can see on license plates” or “Let’s go through the alphabet picking letters from signs along the highway” and my favorite, “Let’s look for Mustangs, convertibles, PT Cruisers, motorcycles, etc.”

As stated in the Nike logo, “Just do it”  and have fun at the same time.  Let the inner child out.  I am Positively Positive that is the path to happiness.

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.

Pot of Gold

Lightening streaked across the western sky.  Whitecaps smashed against Key West’s Sunset Pier. Thunder exploded deep into my bones.  I shuddered, but kept a brave face.   Within minutes it was gone, as quickly as it had come.   Brilliant sunlight replaced the ominous black clouds.  I looked to the East from the safety of my balcony retreat.   A  soft rainbow arch  framed my world.  I thought of the pot of gold waiting for me at the end of the rainbow.    All my dreams would be fulfilled if I had that pot of gold.

How many of us race through life thinking we would be happy if we were thinner, wealthier, smarter or prettier, ignoring  the gifts that are in front of our noses today?  I am guilty of being blind to the beautiful roses at the edge of the deck, turning a deaf ear to the birds’ songs, opting to read a self improvement book instead of throwing the ball for the patient pup at my feet and taking for granted the gourmet meal the my husband created to please me.

My elusive pot of gold is intangible.  It resonates in my soul.  As I strive to learn and grow, I must never forget that with every breath I take, I am living the dream now in the world that I have created.

 

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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!