The Land I Love

I’m going away on a sunny day

To Oregon, the land I love

I want to see the falls and hear their calls

They will bid me, “Move back! Come back to me!”

Her mountains and hills give me thrills

Here, all my friends are Places

We’ll be driving along, singing a song

Stopping to buy fresh berries

Where the Clackamas River lives, we’ll visit my relatives

And drink the snow-melt waters of Mt. Hood

Next on to the coast where we will boast

Of watching the sun sink into the ocean

Land, water, air – Here is nature so fair

In my homeland, motherland, sweet Oregon

I wrote this on the way to Oregon. The visit was nice but it’s not the same when there’s a time limit and a rushed feeling. I was glad to see that Oregon’s beauty has not diminished.

Every Good Gift

Yesterday I let go of something painful, but I also lost security when I let go.

As I was drowning in feelings of failure, I painted a rainbow.

A few minutes later, very unexpectedly, I was given exactly what I really needed.

There is a Bible verse for such a happy turnaround:

Every good gift comes from above, from the Father of lights

……from the Lord of love.

My heart overflows with gratitude!

Give Yourself the Childhood You Deserve

Yours Truly

Childhood
What is it meant to be?
Innocence
Trust
Falling in love with the ones who love you the most
Exploring and Discovering
Mimicking and Learning
Feeling proud and excited about every accomplishment
Being silly and sharing laughter
Feeling optimistic, like ‘the world is your oyster’
Spending time every day simply enjoying motion, sounds, sights and textures
Having a friend or sibling to play with

When you’ve not had the childhood you needed, it can be healing to start giving it to yourself today.
As much as you are able, allow yourself to be the happy child now that you wanted to be then.
It’s not only a great way to enhance your healing – it’s also a way to discover who you are.
Try it.  Please share some of your own ideas.  I’ll share some I have done.

1. Splash in a creek and throw rocks in the water.
2. Get out the pots and pans and other kitchen stuff to make music.
3. Make paper airplanes and other paper toys.
4. Fling jello onto the wall to see if it sticks.
5. Skate around the floor on socks to some favorite music.
6. Pick wildflowers (weeds) and put them in a little vase or glass.
7. Make lots of fun sound effects when you’re driving.
8. Make a fort and read a book inside it by flashlight.
9. Squish mud between your toes.
10. Run a stick against a fence and feel the clickety-clack.

That was fun just listing ideas.  Here are some more ideas:
1. Put a straw in a glass of milk and blow bubbles.
2. Display your artwork on the fridge.
3. When you make a list, instead of checking things off, give yourself shiny foil stars.
4. Shoot rubberbands to your heart’s content.
5. Sprout a bean in a little cup of dirt.
6. Walk backwards to the mailbox.

While allowing yourself to be the child you wanted to be, you’ll also be the parent you needed. Rejoice with your child inside.  Praise every little step of life. 

The Mind that Cannot See

There is a mind that cannot see
Once the eyes are closed.
Visualization cannot be
If pictures are never composed.

Where the world remains black as ink
The darkness can stifle thoughts;
Not only is it hard to think,
But feelings get tied up in knots.

I speak from experience –
I have this kind of brain.
It blocks my creative sense
Held hostage by lock and chain.

I believe in a door that when opened
Will set free the ability
To see whatever is spoken,
If only temporarily.

By writing and painting and playing,
Working puzzles, singing songs and more,
My brain shall begin displaying
Imagination’s delights galore.

(I believe it can be done!
This is the purpose of all my fun.)

I will knock on that door daily
Just as the Good Lord said,
“Knock and it shall be opened,”
Not with hand, but with heart instead.

And if in the end I fail,
I will still be glad I tried.
My spirit will still prevail
Because the joy is in the ride.

What does it take to paint?

What does it take to get out my paints?
It takes empty hours with no constraints,
Quiet surroundings and clean, neat spaces,
Room to explore my artistic graces,
No distractions of any kind,
And most of all, a willing mind –
Willing to try and fail,
To be patient with small detail,
Accepting whatever the outcome,
Even if it’s humdrum;
Such perfect circumstances are rare,
Which means I need to begin with prayer.

Artistic Chaos

The Snake Mistake

Over the years
I developed fears
Of a certain snake
Who likes to make
Our garage the place
Of discreet efface,
Shedding its skin
Bursting out from within,
Leaving its legacy
To haunt and menace me;
What could go wrong
With a snake five feet long?
Might it someday roam
Right into my home...
Through narrowest stricture...
You get the picture?
So today, I chanced
To look up - yes I glanced
At the spot where I found
The snake-skins abound.
And, you guessed it, Behold!
The actual live snake of old!
Come once again
To grow out of its skin;
An unwelcome guest
And the scariest pest.
What should I do?
If only I knew!
This thing looked satanic -
I decided to panic.
Grabbing a broomstick,
Like a lunatic,
I whacked at the thing
Hoping to bring
It down.
What a clown!
Do you think it was bothered?
Was it scared being clobbered?
It was probably sneering
At my useless spearing.
Moving rather slowly
It disappeared wholly
Into the insulation
To enjoy its vacation.
So now I am tense;
Have I no sense?
Even more now I'm dreading
The annual shedding
Of the long black snake
Who may avenge my mistake.
How long do snakes live?
Do they ever forgive?


The Wait

Restless activity,
low productivity;
Hard to sleep,
trying to keep
Peace of mind
while feeling inclined
To fear the worst,
like your heart will burst;
Because of the weight
of the long, lonely Wait.

One waits for a job offer
As unemployment empties the coffer.
One waits for college acceptance,
Hoping their chosen path will commence.
One waits for blood-work findings
As their pain keeps on grinding.
One waits for biopsy results;
Braving the unknown like an adult.

All feel fragile and nervous,
Needing our sympathy, support and service.
Having a friend by their side
Can turn the tide
Of fear, anxiety and depression,
Giving their fears and hopes expression,
Assured that we care
Because their burden we share
Through the long, lonely Wait.

Speaking of waiting, I haven’t been able to create a poem every day lately, and it feels like too long a time between poems!