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Hope Springs~

Hope Springs
Hope Springs
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
Robert Frost
I have always loved this quote from  Mr. Frost.  It is the very essence of the human condition, condensed into one sentence.  I have been physically ill, mentally exhausted, emotionally drained, and at the brink of death.  Lupus has taken me to the very depths of a place where I thought I could go no further, and yet I have.  I have learned things about myself, and even more about the human race than I ever thought possible. Many , many times I have had people tell me, “If anyone had an excuse to give up, you certainly have had!”  But I somehow cannot escape the fact , the simple overwhelming fact , that “Life is beautiful.” Tragic , sometimes, yes.  Hurtful, at times, definitely.  But through all the compounded agony, failures, and disasters, the fact remains, Life is beautiful. Beautifully flawed, but dusted with the sparkle of the most amazing people. Sprinkled throughout with the laughter of my children, the smiles of my husband, the gifts of God , jonquils bursting so joyfully through the unexpected snow we’ve had so late this Spring. A goofy joke told by a two year old , a wave from a complete stranger from across the room. A million small and magnificent things happening in their season, that make life this crazily gorgeous insanity that I am part of, and the million and one things I have to be grateful for.  
Ecclesiastes 3 

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:

So always remember , perhaps your time to laugh and dance are just around the corner, 

Never  give  up! 

About Me~, Poetry, Writing

Snow Days~

It’ s been so many days since I have  written here! I am seriously far behind! Things have been somewhat crazy here, we’ve had ice, snow, sleet, rain, and even more snow and ice for the last three weeks.  Very unusual weather for here in Arkansas , going on into the Spring season.  I am so ready for something warmer than frozen!  How about you guys? Are you all having a lot of winter precipitation ? Do you enjoy it? Or are you a sunshine, warmth and  flowers person?


On another note, I’ve had random snippets of poetry floating around in my head for a couple of months now. Bits of verse that are hovering around an idea trying to decide if they are going to coalesce or not.  Seeing all this weather just makes me feel slightly melancholy, and fills me with the urge to  somehow spin my colder thoughts into webs to keep me warm, if only for a little while.  So I just thought I’d share a completely out of the blue piece with you.  Hope you like it!

crocusartoriginal

I am trying to get back in the groove of writing every day, and hope my health holds to let me practice every single day again.  I hope today finds you all very blessed, whatever weather has come your way.  Thinking of you all , and am so glad I got to check back in with my favorite peeps! Here’s to spring and hoping that we get that much needed sunshine soon!


original art by Ruby Jeanette Woods

Aromas, San Benito Co., CA; 18 Sep 2008; ~3cm wingspan.

all rights reserved 

Copyright 2015 

About Me~, Poetry

In This Moment~

Death. It has a funny way of making us think of the past , present, and future, all at the same time. The should haves, the I’m going tos , and the what -could- have beens.
Death is a difficult topic. People don’t like to think about it. We humans are funny that way. We do that whole ostrich thing. You know the one I mean , “If can’t see IT then maybe that means it can’t see ME, and will go away.” Of course we all know that this doesn’t actually work for us any better than it does for the ostrich, but it helps us deal sometimes, I guess. The process of death and burial also comes with a whole host of familial and financial obligations as well. I think of the plans each person should make before they die. Not just the spiritual side of things, because that, obviously is the most important, but the physical side. Now, what I am about to say is my own opinion, please take it as that, and NOT a comment on the way any one else feels. This is JUST me. I don’t want a funeral. I don’t go to funerals. I am not afraid of death or dying, that is not the reason. I just want to remember the people I knew as they were when they were living, and not remember them in a casket. I’m sure I will receive a lot of flak for this opinion, as some of my own family think I am sacrilegous. I know I am not alone in my view of this , though, as my husband feels the same. He does not wish for people to say words over his dead body. I know death and dying is a very sensitive subject for some people, but really it is a part of life, and will eventually come to us all. I say this not to be a Negative Nelly, but to provoke thought. I guess the best way to say it is to leave you with the words of my Grandpa. “Give me my roses while I still live. Everybody who cares about me, REALLY cares about me, comes to see me now. If you don’t come to see me while I’m livin’ , don’t bother to come to my funeral.” Here is a poem I wrote after Grandpa told me that. I may have this printed as my obituary in the paper.
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In This Moment~

Give me my roses , while I yet live,
Don’t leave them on my tomb.
Bring me the flowers, to share with you,
When I still can smell the blooms.
For a visit now, is worth much more,
Than one when I am gone,
So give me my roses , while I still live,
Don’t place them on my stone.

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I hope I haven’t offended anyone, as this was not my intent. This is after all an opinion forum, and the opinions here are my own, and not meant to harm. I only wish to help people remember, death is really not far away for any of us. Please let the people you care about , know now how you feel, and don’t wait until you stand over a cold stone to say the words we that we all most long to hear,
I LOVE YOU.