To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. ~Mary Oliver, American poet
Don’t leave me in the Spring —
When tiny robins and bunnies leap from their nests
When lilac blossoms waft fragrant on gentle breezes
When sun-splashed skies exude fathoms of blue.
Don’t leave me in the Summer —
When vacation trails beckon adventures to warm beaches
When the ice cream truck bell shimmers refreshment
When fireworks adorn the skies and Sol glows until bedtime.
Don’t leave me in the Fall —
When tree fashion turns to reds, golds, and bronzes
When sweaters, flannel, and blue jeans emerge from hiding
When togetherness means pumpkins, apple cider, and football.
Don’t leave me in Winter —
When lacy snowflakes multiply into mountains of white
When absolute stillness opens its arms to a huge maize moon
When holidays and holy days fade disagreements and strife.
Just don’t leave me at all, okay?
We had a visitor over the weekend and since Mama’s working on her next novel, I get to tell you about it.
(Mama said something about striking while the Muse is hot. Don’t ask me why she’s hitting a hot Muse. It didn’t make much sense when she said it either!)
Mama said I had to wait until The Kid (AKA Domer) came home before we could hold my annual Easter Egg Hunt.
That was probably a good idea since Easter Sunday wasn’t the prettiest of days, as I recall.
What else is new? Well, we’ve had days on end of rain, making it a challenge to be a long-haired dog needing to use the outdoor facilities!
And the streets in our neighborhood have been under water, so all the peoples are staying put indoors. Including Mama, who’s supposed to be working on that novel-thing.
I’ve been shopping all my life and still have nothing to wear. ~Author unknown
Recently, I heard yet another dismal report on the demise of brick-and-mortar stores as shoppers turn their attention to online venues.
And that saddens me.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity. ~Seneca, Roman philosopher
The dreary gray days of winter always seem to bring a flood of deaths.
Obituaries crowd the pages of our daily newspaper. Local funeral homes bulge with mourners paying their respects to the dying and doing what they can to comfort the left-behind family. Endless processions snake their way through town en route to one of the cemeteries.
None of us wants to think about dying, but let’s be realistic. We don’t get out of here alive. And before we go, chances are we’ll have to attend a wake or two. So what’s proper to say at a visitation to those who are grieving … and what’s not?
From the errors of others, a wise man corrects his own. ~Syrus, Roman writer
Earlier this week, I was listening to music and reading blogs when suddenly on my computer screen four popups appeared warning me that Microsoft had detected hackers breaching my firewall and trying to hijack my machine.
I know what you’re thinking — ignore them. But a voice was reading the warnings — over and over — and I couldn’t “X” out of the ads. My heart started racing, and logic flew out the window.
Our feet are our body’s connection to the earth. ~Andrew Weil, American celebrity doctor
Most of us give little thought to our feet … until something happens to make them hurt.
For me, that something happened over the holidays when I twisted my ankle going down the stairs.
There’s an old Chinese proverb that says, “If you save a life, you are responsible for that life.”
But memory is a funny thing. Whether the fault lies in time, distance, or something else, the saver and the saved just might recall a life-saving incident differently … or not at all.
Case in point:
The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing. ~John Powell
In the ongoing search to find appropriate light housecleaning services for my aging mom, I’ve just about come to the conclusion it would be easier to strap wings to a pig’s back and watch him fly.
Caution is needed
Mercury now retrograde
Note: Mercury is retrograde until Jan. 8, 2017. Some believe this is a time of snarled communications and faulty judgment, a time when we must not enter into binding contracts, new jobs, or new relationships. Whether you believe all that or not, I suppose lying low is prudent.