H E Y. . .
Wait a Moment
DID YOU. . . ?
Actually about 6 minutes of moments
with a severely powerful, undeniable
TRUTH:
1 out of 1 of us will die;
though we know this brutal truth,
few ACT
as if this is a bonafide truth
and we live, well,
like we’ll live forever. . .
THE SECRET:
Life gets Lived best
when every moment is lived
as if it might be the last
or better
as if it’ll never be lived again. . .
WAIT A MOMENT:
ONE OUT OF ONE OF US DIES
. . .and. . .
LIFE
GOES
ON
R E A L L Y
(uhhhhhhhh. . .that’s a STATEMENT not a QUESTION)
COMING HOME
Holidays always have a way of spelling
H-O -M- E
in all of the ways we not only know but experience it best. . .
Pssssssssssssssssssst:
The best Holidays are the ones that
A R E N ‘ T
but we MAKE
(often on the spot)
without any specific date on a calendar
H O M E
KEEP BRINGING IT
KEEP BEING IT
KEEP GIFTING IT
WAIT A MOMENT–STEP BACK
I M A G I N E
W A I T
A
MOMENT
STEP BACK
and just take another look at things, not only to see how they look
but how they actually are from just another simple perspective,
Y O U R S
“I was in darkness, but I took three steps and found myself in paradise. The first step was a good thought, the second, a good word; and the third, a good deed.”
• Friedrich Nietzsche
HEY, WAIT A MOMENT
STEP BACK
(see. . .EXPERIENCE things in another way)
KNOWING (LIVING) YOUR WHY
ATHENS, March 8 (Reuters) – In her tiny Athens apartment, 93-year-old Ioanna Matsouka has knit thousands of brightly coloured scarves for children in need from Greece to Ukraine – and she has no plans to quit just yet.
“Until I die, I will be knitting,” Matsouka said. Her knitting needles clicked through her expert fingers, her nails painted red. “It brings me joy to share them.” Since she took up knitting in the 1990s, Matsouka has easily made over 3,000 scarves, her daughters estimate.
In the hallway by the door, shopping bags filled with her latest creations await their new home. A knitted patchwork blanket is thrown over the sofa where she spends her days.In the beginning, the scarves were gifted to friends. As stock grew, they were donated to children’s shelters across Greece. Then, through acquaintances, they reached children in Bosnia and Ukraine. The latest batch of 70 went to a refugee camp near Athens this winter, via the U.N. refugee agency UNHCR.
“The fact that we give them away gives her strength,” said her daughter Angeliki.
She recounted drawings and mail her mother received over the years: “Thank you, be well, keep going. You gave joy to children, you gave joy to people… That’s her only reward: a letter, a few words.”
Matsouka knits one scarf a day, now with small imperfections. Her vision is impaired and she suffers from bouts of severe facial pain, a condition known as trigeminal neuralgia.
Angeliki says her mother is an example of resilience and optimism.
Matsouka wakes up every morning, drinks a glass of milk, puts on her pearl earrings and gets to work. She takes a break for lunch and a nap, then painstakingly knits into the night.She may have even found the secret to a long life in it, she says.
“It’s the happiness I get from giving,” she said, sitting beside a big blue bag brimming with yarn.
HOW’S THAT FOR SOME KNITTED UP LOVE. . .
KNOWING YOUR
W H Y
AT ANY AGE
IS THE GREATEST SECRET
TO NOT JUST GROWING OLD
BUT GROWING FOREVER
…just sayin’
JUST A MOMENT. . .DO YOU EVER WONDER?
Ahhhhhhhh the wonder of WONDERING. . .
Now that you have been thoroughly
WONDER BOMBED
just what are you
W O N D E R I N G
Pssssssssssssssssssssst:
How about some
EXTRA CREDIT
for WONDERING
ABOUT
H A P P I N E S S
Ahhhhhhhhhh. . .JUST A MOMENT. . .
THE WONDER OF WONDER
ANGRY SILENCE
I have blogged this video at least a couple of times before and I love how it pops up for me willy-nilly out of nowhere to remind me about SILENCE. When Paul Simon wrote this in 1965 it was a song that had a different but very much the same meaning as it does now YES, some nearly 60 years later: NOBODY LISTENS and even fewer actually HEAR which THEN and NOW make for an ANGRY SILENCE
ANGRY SILENCE
Have you heard
what I didn’t say
It’s a silence
that uses no words
needs no catch phrases
or lengthy paragraphs
and often gets misunderstood as
Angry Silence
Harsh as it seems
it delivers a soft message
with a strong meaning
of not to be well known
but to be worth knowing
always not in a way
to be served
but to serve
without angrily being denied
Wordlessly
THESE WORDS
Guilty I have piles and piles of books that I have not read even even at the moment that I’m ordering other ones that will make a part of yet other piles.
I lie to myself and say oh I’ll get to that or wow this really looks good and I’ll read it immediately and of course it ends up in another pile. Sometimes the nearer the pile the closer I will get to reading it but this past week, my friend Beth told me that I needed to take this book out of a pile and put it on top of the next one to read and I’m glad she did. . .
Rarely do, I read the authors note before I write in a story or a book but this time I did and once again, I’m really glad that I did, because on the second page was an excerpt from the Hippocratic oath.
One of the reasons why I like, holding a physical book in my hand is because I can dog ear all the pages; I can write in the margins, I can underline, and I can write what I want to write at that time when I read a passage. . .
This excerpt from the Hippocratic oath literally has grabbed me around the throat where I can’t get past too many other pages before I come back to that and oh yes, it is dog eared and oh yes, it has been underlined and exaggerated on the side because even though I’m not a physician, I like to think that I’m a caregiver who tries to offer some kind of comfort to every person that I meet whether I know them or not; whether they are in hospice or in a hospital setting or not. This passage, kind of brings mirror to face and lets me see, allows me to understand and removes some protective buffers I insulate myself with so that I can fully, unabashedly experience my WHY. . .it has nothing to do with a vocation or a paycheck so much as a lifestyle.
H E R E
As a mere human just BEING
sit with this again
and this time don’t let it wash over you
so much as
SINK
throughly
INTO YOUR
Y O U E S T
OF YOU
ONE LIGHT, MANY CANDLES
Are you a LIGHT
that are a part of many Candles. . . ?
ARE YOU A LIGHT THAT IS A PART OF MANY CANDLES
may not be the right question. . .
DO
YOU
WANT
TO
BE
Pssssssssssssssst:
JOIN ME
There’s songs to be sung
Candles to be lit
Lights
to
be
shared. . .
WINTERINGS
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[UNTITLED] Yasuhara Teishitsu Translated from the Japanese by R. H Blyth Ice and water, Their difference resolved, Are friends again. (My thanks to Yasuhara Teishitsu and the translator.
Unfortunately I can't remember the source of the poem.)
In Northeast Ohio we can often have four seasons in one day
and worse, we can experience all four seasons inside us, too. . .
It's up to each of us to bring Sun Shine to each day
. . .but will we. . . ?
Now that would be a great (never-ending Season)
WINTERINGS
We need no crumpled calendar pages to announce the comings and goings of the Seasons No synchronized Apps through an un-weathered Cloud to Announce our Events Our seemingly important moments or lacksadaisical 'To-Do's' No. . .it all settles down wobblingly to our eventual Winterings with one guaranteed Promise: 'There is no Winter that's never not been Obliterated by the Spring' . . .Especially when it feels like our Final One
SHE MAKES THINGS GROW (BETTER)
Mark Twain
once said,
“The two most important days in your life are
THE DAY YOU ARE BORN
a n d
THE DAY YOU FIND OUT WHY”
We celebrate a person’s Birthday
Not because of the Day that they were born
But because of what they have born
Because of what they have given Birth in us. . .
I’ve celebrated well over 38
of my wife,
Erin’s Birthday’s
with her
And not one of them
has ever been without the over apparent
R E C O G N I T I O N
that I,
that many
are far more better
no so much
because she’s been Born
but because of what she has BIRTHED
in us. . .
Erin
creates
CARING CATALYSTS
in everyone she meets
or those who come across
her paths
which means that the best
Birthday Gift of all
Is what you cause to be born in others. . .
Your are the next Rung
on all of our Ladder’s
that take us Higher
. . .Always Higher
There’s no Candle on a Cake
that could ever illuminate more
and it’s
u n e x t i n g u i s h a b l e
Some actually powerfully prove
their Flicker
never compares to the
F L A M E
they ignite
and spread to others
. . .talk about a
fortunate inextinguishable inferno. . .
All ground is fertile
and she proved it
by taking what had no life
L I V E
She makes my soul her soil
when she rakes deeply
and prunes, sharply
The ache is more of a yearning
Ahhhhhhhh
than a moaning Owwwwwwl
She makes things grow
out of nothingness
an Everythingness
hardly without notice
but never unnotable
BIRTHDAYS
MARK YEARS;
M O M E N T S
make
L I F E T I M E S
and I just can’t stop smiling
for all of the things
SHE MAKES GROW
in everyone she knows
and meets
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