How did it get to be September? Another summer is nearly gone and so many dreams have not been realized. As a dear friend said, “I am working on acceptance”. I know we all must do that: we need to trust that we are exactly where we are meant to be, not forgetting the infinite possibilities that exist in ourselves and in others but using the gifts we have now and taking joy in what we can do today.
I love to write out my thoughts; sometimes the writing takes the form of poetry and sometimes a list, but more often a virtual letter, one which will never be sent. I have a whole file of these now and I don’t know why i persist in doing it. Perhaps it is because I am so often filled with sadness when I encounter something beautiful that I see or hear. I want so much to share it and then have no one to share it with. I suppose that is my reason for writing and also a reason for trying to paint.
I am fascinated by the many reasons other artists have for writing or painting. Almost all of them are driven to their creative work and each handles the need in different ways; some by going public with shows and sales and some by stashing the work away in portfolios, making the art just for the joy of doing it. I am beginning to think the later approach maybe the best path for me to follow, at least for the time being, and so i may limit or eliminate my contributions to shows and competitions. To date However the need to share persists. So here are two poems I wrote earlier this week, in lieu of being able to paint, and a list of Positive thoughts to end with. And, when the heart finally finds its way to song the brush will dance I’m sure.
Hope, that thin frayed strand woven
From dreams and the creative imagination,
Twisted by time, mended by memories of
Love and friendship-true reaching out to you
Across a gulf so often rimed by tears
Tears with absolute separation.
Unable to hold against the ebb tide,
Unable to withstand a loss too great to understand,
Grief swells up from deep within
Strains every last resolve
Shatters reason and snaps.
Slack now, stretches out with the receding tide
Tracing that lost friend
A love letter
In the sea wrack left behind.
Morning breaks across the rocks,
A New Day dawning at its best.
With a glitter of sparkling diamond
The sea murmurs, whispers, mocks,
Stretches to the empty horizon
Inviting solitude for a Soul at rest
But now a gentle breeze freshens,
Lights a smile of gratitude
On a face turned out to sea.
And she sits safely on the shore
Dreaming dreams of yet to be
-The lifeline held once more-
September 24, 2016
Rewritten August 31, 2016
“A Life Line”
(Or all but 20 years)
50 years is a lifetime
Of good times-not too many bad
Of happy times-not too many sad
Of being busy-or lazy-stay-a-bed
Of making things-or cleaning up
Of being one with you-
In love with you,
My Husband of 50 years
December 25, 1966-2016
And some Positive Thoughts to share-
Accomplish some caring and constructive act each day
Align yourself with the positive
Live today as though it were the first and the last day of your life
Live each day as deliberately as Nature
Let compassion rule your heart
Take Joy in the new day
Bring happiness to all you do
Find a reason to smile
“Hush” your mind