Take a music-bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water-bath is to the body. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes, American jurist, U.S. Supreme Court
The COVID Pandemic of 2020 played havoc with our Community Band, but now that vaccines are available and restrictions are easing, we’re back for our 44th season.
And how wonderful it is, both seeing everybody and creating music together!
Let me ask you something, what is not art? ~Author Unknown
Take a good look at the following picture and tell me if something seems amiss to you:
Hope is the physician of each misery. ~Irish Proverb
We kick off new years with hope in our hearts,
Promising ourselves this one will be fine.
But always there remain the unseen darts
From the previous year that made us whine.
Shrug off past misery; try a new line;
This is the time for a fresh burst of hope!
We’ve more than shown that we’re able to cope.
As new growth springs from the cold ground below,
Don’t look for someone to throw you a rope.
You can do this. Just go with what you know.
Note: Happy 2021! This poetry form is Dizain, a style 15th and 16th Century French poets were fond of. It consists of one 10-line stanza, with 10 syllables per line in an ababbccdcd rhyming scheme.
When the stomach is full the heart is glad. ~Dutch proverb
Here I sit, watching and waiting
For something to move in the field.
I’m not choosy; I’m not rating.
Whatever moves will be my yield.
The corn is gone and all revealed:
Tender mouse, squirrel, and bunny.
Oh happy day, the bell just pealed,
Dinner is served and it’s yummy!
Note: Poetry form is Huitain.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. ~Rabindranath Tagore, Indian poet, writer, and more
Because of the pandemic, I’m still having my flute lessons outdoors.
In a public park, six feet away from my teacher.
Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that supposed to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
Mom–
The one
Who loves us
In spite of our
Flaws and prickliness.
The one who gave us life
And sacrificed her own hopes
To keep us happy, safe, and clean.
How can we ever thank her enough?
But perhaps she doesn’t need repayment.
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree. Today is my mom’s birthday (I won’t say how many!). Happy B-day, Mom!
Every tooth in a man’s head is more valuable than a diamond. ~Miguel de Cervantes, Spanish writer
A few days ago, I was brushing my teeth when I felt something small and hard in my mouth.
Fearing the worst, I spit it into the sink: yep, it was part of a filling from one of my bottom back molars.
When I am with you, the only place I want to be is closer. ~Author Unknown
I know I’m only just a toad
And not the frog that maidens kiss.
Aware I tote a heavy load
When looking for my special miss.
I’m not cuddly and then there’s this:
I’m plain as you can surely see.
Still, where’s a toad to find his bliss
If no one wants to embrace me?
Note: This poetic form is called Huitain. It’s my first try at this French form with 8 lines (per poem or stanza), and 8-10 syllables per line (consistent within the poem) in a rhyming scheme of ababbcbc.
“I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.” ~Booker T. Washington, American educator, author, and Presidential advisor
I’ve noticed something of late that disturbs me greatly.
So much so that I’ve got to write about it.
Continue readingTechnology… is a queer thing. It brings you great gifts with one hand, and it stabs you in the back with the other. ~C.P. Snow, English novelist and physical chemist
I like to think I’m somewhat tech-savvy.
I’ve been using a computer for decades, and I work in web design; however, recently an “issue” has cropped up that I’m helpless at resolving.
I asked Domer when he was home this last time, but he didn’t know — either what was causing it or how to fix it.
I’m hoping my colleagues online can come to the rescue.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 