One Single Impression - Tolerance

(click to really see sunset glow)

Two Haiku on lessons of tolerance given by nature. This was a 30ft creek we built at our mountain home. Little did we know that we were the interlopers up here.

Creating nature

beckons the hungry creatures

bare stems bloom no more

Soothing waters flow

croaking interrupts slumber

build it they will come

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Sunday Scribbling - "Disconnected"

My Battlefield

My brain is in command

of the vessel that holds

my relentless soul

working as a front line to

defend and protect

against the attack of ALS.

Muscles come under fire

not receiving their orders

yet they keep on fighting

to survive day after day

while growing weaker

as others lay dying.

My brain was helpless

as it saw the disconnection

unable to stop progression

a new strategy of bringing in

the heart and soul

held the enemy at bay.

They will always choose to fight

because surrendering

is never an option.

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3WW - Trajectory-nervous-bicker

Vacations

are a luxury few can afford

but the hubster shan't be ignored

He decides our exotic destination

my job is trajectory formation

Buchart Gardens in Victoria, BC

ending at the Empress Hotel for tea

How to get me from airport to ferry

in a chair with a purse and suitcase to carry

Must get a passport card in a hurry

make all reservations so he won't worry

Can I make it without being seasick

I'm sure taking a some drug will do the trick

I picked a studio suite overlooking the harbour

but if he stresses at crowds it will feel like Pearl-Harbor

We may bicker and stress from point a to point b

but in the end we will see the grandsons, gratefully.

Shall I make him nervous with the final bill?

hell no, I want mementos and to eat at The Grill.

One Single Impression - What's It Like?

What's It Like?

To awake fearless

living without remorse

unaware of worldly evils

no value of a dollar

wrapped in unconditional love

free to play, run and hide

every need anticipated

new adventures awaiting

every tear kissed away

time is irrelevant.

To be three again, like my grandson TK, looks really good to me. ;)

Sunday Scribbling - Healing

I had thought I would take a few weeks away from blogging to learn how to use my new computer(types and talks with my eye's). I was surprised at how hard it was to learn in just a few short weeks. It was set up by a rep and she showed me how to bank my voice but I had nothing to refer back to. I could not remember every step so she emailed me a few notes. Neither worked so I asked if there was a navigation manual among the 10 manuals it came with. The answer was a suprising no. I don't give up easily so I tried the trial and error method thatt ended up being mostly errors. At one point I just walked away from it and felt defeated.

What I have kept from my blog friends was the fact that my one typing finger is failing me. Typing double letters in every other word and then editing was just making me dread posting. With posting comes commenting and it all just overwhelmed me. To add to my hurdle's spring was taking forever to arrive and lighten my load. It snowed in April and then rained for days on end. I was losing my determination, missing my blog friends and was still in my winter woollies. So how did I finally heal myself? I'm so glad you asked.

I went on Facebook and discovered many blog friends were there, old friends and new friends. I had my social network going but I had no creative outlet. I could not instant message but I found Farm Town. They gave me a virtual $1000 and a plot of land that I spend hours working on. It was creative procrastination at best but it took me out of my funk. Once I had this beautiful, huge and prosperous farm the sun came looking for me.

I called the rep to come back and she let the company know how displeased I was. I'm starting to use my weights, getting out of the house and planning a vacation. Our gardens are springing to life and I'm in a good place. Yes, I'm still editing but I'm warning you some comments will not get edited. I have decided you must use it or lose it and my mind has been my body's greatest ally.

* To get a bouquet of Tulips create three layers of Tulips and dirt. (Dave gave it a try with three clay pots, one is pictured)