Rare Opportunities…

Today was a day of rare opportunity. Over the course of the past year, I’ve had the privilege and blessing of attending two funerals for people I hadn’t had the pleasure of ever having met. Although they were friends of friends I had not been afforded an introduction. Regardless of this, I am writing of the amazing presentation given by family and friends in the celebration of a life once lived rather than a life that has passed. When I was younger, I lost two very close friends and at that time I celebrated the brief moments I had with them; rather than grieving a loss, I felt the blessing.

Today, in particular, this funeral I attended was quite effectual. It is important however, to recognize the way life allows such amazing occurrences as my time at these funerals. Today, the celebration was of a woman who lived many years beyond medical expectations. She had been stricken with Polio at a young age and as a young mother of two she feared her children be taken from her. Rather than allow this, her friends and family came forward and attested to her abilities allowing her to not only raise her own children but go on to raise many foster children as well. Many patrons stood to speak of her wondrous impact on them and on those around her. Many things were said but a few stood out above all. One is, a family friend noted if she was told, you can’t do that, she would reply, watch this, and how she passed this trait on to her grandchildren who had all become successful. Although she remained most of her time in a wheelchair another attendee noted, “she may have had issues but she was never handicapped.” I know all too well the true meaning of their words and implications. Perseverance without complaint is a rare trait. This woman was an example of elegance and strength stretched out among the many to impact as far as she possibly could reach. These are just a couple of the beautiful mentions made of this woman’s long and inspirational life.

Rare opportunity such as this reminds me of the beauty of life, the way we all impact one to the other regardless of our acknowledgment of this; the amazing way we inspire through even the smallest act of kindness, perseverance, care, compassion and knowledge. I see these opportunities as gifts. A rare glimpse into another person’s legacy, a glimpse in the beauty of one life to another. For this I am grateful and humbled by the knowledge I obtain from these brief moments of clarity.

May we all be afforded rare opportunities to better our knowledge of each other and of life. May we appreciate the small moments and all that is bestowed within them forever engraved on our hearts and in our minds.

Humanity as the sea…

Rather than

compare thee to a midsummer’s eve,

I will compare thee to a sea…

Humanity.

 

For as the sea rages

and likewise slows to a lull,

we too range in emotion.

 

Playful as the tide;

We enjoy the intemperate yet infinite ride

 

Though we are more deep 

and vast

then that of any ocean…                 

We too are beautiful,

and may reign peaceful

in our waking calm.

 

And just as I

immerse myself in thee

I too long for you to

be gentle with me

As I do always

upon entering the sea

My visiting raven…

My visiting raven…

Stared at him today

I stare at him a lot

He doesn’t move

Just remains there

Sort of boastful

Like he can feel me looking

Yet he remains there

Still

No expression

No movement

No indication he sees me

Then he looks

He looks back at me

And I’m awake

For the first time every time

I am awake

Not because he looks at me

But because I am one

I am his reflection

By seeing him

I remember me

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Friendship…(a poem)

Friendship is a boat

some beg the tide

While others enjoy the natural flow

Of the impetuous ride

I don’t owe you my pain

I don’t owe you a damn thing

I’ll give you the world however

With as much as anyone can bring

A laugh at your bad jokes

A grin at your witty banter

A smile at your frowning face

And a hug filled with God’s grace

For you can mean to me what you will

For if it be nothing I may love you still

Though I will not remain

I’ll love you

as much as anything

Stolen words…

Today my words were stolen, though small and meaningless to some, my words are all I have and hold dear and have hidden for so long. I love to share, but a writer must have the respect of having their words be quoted at least if used.

My heart now echoes

a confused song

Why she felt no remorse

from my harrowed discourse

Why she came and took

from me I’ll never know

My heart dismayed

at such an impure act

of take

I will accept the compliment

and escort her to the door of my truths

And leave her to her poetic artifice

 

Beauty awakens…

There is beauty in you

So vast the universe

hangs wearily in shame

Such beauty surely has a name

Whispered gently

to my sleeping heart

While nestled safely

in the deepest most irrevocable

dark

You release the shade

Awaken me

From evening’s wrestled wane

Such beauty doth have a name

And it is you I have to blame

For nights of unrest

Your beauty, a lion

untamed

 

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Introverts Explained: Why We Love You But Need to Get Away From You

This post you’ve written has a lot of wonderful information about introverts. I have struggled in the past with those around me who do not understand my need for time to myself. I call it time to replenish. I appreciate your post and hope more will take a look at it that are curious about introverts. Often, people mistake me for an extrovert for many of the reasons you’ve explained. In particular, the stereotype that introverts remain indoors with their ‘cats’. Thank you again and I just had to reblog 🙂

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I am told our desire to get away from everyone every now and again and again is perplexing and sometimes painful to extroverts. They don’t understand how we could enjoy being alone, period. Even more confusing, we sometimes choose to be away from people we really like.

The truth is we see all people as stimulation and potential energy sucks. Sorry.  It doesn’t matter if you make us laugh until we wet our pants or we find you so attractive we agree to make babies with you (or at least practice). We will need a break from you.  We even need a break from other introverts, but speaking only for myself, not as often.

What Happens If We Don’t Get Our Space?

The other day I heard a fun-loving morning show radio host say she needs to be in the house alone often in order to be civil.  Having someone…

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A Journey..A Poem

Begin.

A rumbling

A far off drum…first slow

then the pace quickens

My heart perpetuates

and I listen intently

for the coming storm

The rain starts…a soft light sprinkle

Then harder it pounds

Until the wind picks up

Rushing past

A fire still burns

And suddenly the world pauses-

-Stops-

And then it hits!

The crescendo!

The clanging of cymbals!

The volcano erupts!

The dance of all dances ends

The deliverance…

poem’s end.

There IS something poetic about life…

There’s something poetic about life…

Everywhere I turn, there is something…. From a lecture on the Iliad and the Odyssey, to a verse on the bending of the branches of a tree, an Ipad commercial quoting Walt Whitman, and tears shed verbally by the heartbroken twitter aficionado.  

So what does it all mean I ask? To what does this great movement profess to our time, the time we are living in now, this moment of expression, of literary art? This is what I write about, this is what I speak of, and this is what I attest to daily. There is something poetic about life.

The thirst for spiritual knowledge, for example, this desire to meditate on the prolific sayings of writers such as Rumi, and Deepak Chopra, and even the most generous of bible verses. This thirst resulting in a heightened knowledge of self gives way to a deeper understanding of life itself. How to treat others, how to better understand and deal with conflict, how to give without regret and receive with respect, are all precursors to a better human acceptance of not only an inspired knowledge but a spiritual relationship that begins within and is manifested into positive influence to life.

Love is no longer a word we utter to the closest of family and friends. We are living in a time when we tell a complete group of strangers we love them and we are not lying. The poetic force of influential words read in passing increments from magazine to newspaper to online social media has awakened a joy in those most requiring the knowledge that they are not alone.

Standing in the midst of full support to learning in a new environment, acknowledgment of the greatest writers of all time, books pour forth like spring water from a mountain of freshly melted snow. This is a time of learning…a desire to know the beauty of the world, to learn the language of the trees, the internal movement of the ocean, the peace of the wind and the calm of the sun. This is a time of knowing through words written, words expressed, words read…knowing that although each of us lives a separate life, has a separate mind, that we can share an unspoken consummate wisdom.

Isn’t this what poetry sings to your heart? A song in tune with the spirit, of love, and of knowledge. A song to the ages. A poetic life exists within and around us all. There is something poetic about life.

Poem to share….”Do I love you?”

Do I love you?

I love you
as sure as the sun
shines behind the clouds
as sure as the sea
rages at first hint of winter
as sure as the birds
soar overhead
as sure as the wind blows
without turning away
through and over everything in its path
as sure as fire roars
and mountains stand
as sure as water sustains us
as sure as all the elements exist
indestructible and alive
I love you
even if we will never breathe the same air
drink from the same glass
warm by the same fire
or lay in the tall grass of the same meadow
I love you