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
BEFORE SUNDAY
Resurrections are no big things
That they are noticed, Is
How many nights
turn to morrows
How Lightlessnessess
turn into Cockcrows
sans roll away Stones
The Truest Resurrections
don’t require coming back
from the dead
but just a stale breath yawn
a Snap-Crack-Popping Stretch
chasing away Night’s inkinesses
and opening your eyes
Waking Up
Before we can ever get to an EASTER SUNDAY
we have to go through the not so GOOD FRIDAY
that we find ourselves living one of our
biggest flaws:
NOT NOTICING WHAT WE RECOGNIZE
and then. . .
That they are noticed, Is
How many nights
turn to morrows
How Lightlessnessess
turn into Cockcrows
sans roll away Stones
The Truest Resurrections
don’t require coming back
from the dead
but just a stale breath yawn
a Snap-Crack-Popping Stretch
chasing away Night’s inkinesses
and opening your eyes
Waking Up
Before we can ever get to an EASTER SUNDAY
we have to go through the not so GOOD FRIDAY
that we find ourselves living one of our
biggest flaws:
NOT NOTICING WHAT WE RECOGNIZE
and then. . .
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
A BILLION REASONS
HERE’S A BILLION REASONS
I HAVE MORE HOPE
ON THIS MONDAY MORNING BLOG POST. . .
Watch this. It is beautiful. This is THE moment when students of Albert Einstein College of Medicine got to know that they no longer have to pay any fees. Ruth Gottesman, a former professor at the college announced that she is donating USD 1 billion to the school. The college followed up and made themselves tution free rather than shoring up its reserves. With no student debt overhang, many students will now be able to pursue medicine as a public service.
Now here’s the thing, I may not have $1 billion to donate but I have a billion other ways which I can contribute to make the world a better place and make lives around me easier. As a Caring Catalyst, so do you. Let’s do what we can to make this more than just a nice Monday morning blog post in a billion other different ways!
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