Archive | June, 2012

Fridge Poetry

25 Jun

One Christmas I got a box of magnetized tiles with words on them as a gift. They were meant to go on the refrigerator to play with. I found them to be quite helpful in creating poetry. Below are a few of the ones I’ve written and saved over the years.

I happened to be reading them the other day and thought it would be fun to put them to pictures rather than music which is what I generally do with my poetry.

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After the storm
let a
sun shadowed lake
produce an eternity
of still forest beauty

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Chant wind and sky mist
at the garden
and sing delicate light
into true power

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Dream as love in Spring visions

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to soar over Summer heat

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and recall the Fall whisper of music

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beneath the beating of Winter’s heart

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Sweet things.

20 Jun

The air conditioner in my car died several years ago but I never got it fixed. I had a lot of excuses… it was going to be expensive and I didn’t really need it because I could always open the windows like we did when I was a kid. Plus, I felt kind of righteous cause it saves gas not using a/c.

It’s been an odd spring weather wise. Sort of like that box of chocolates Forrest Gump talks about in the movie… you never know what you’re gonna get. Rain, no rain for a month or so, heat wave in the 80’s and 90’s and chilly enough for a coat and then rain again. My Tilly rain hat has gotten a lot of wear lately. (I don’t care how goofy it looks… it keeps the rain off my neck!)

But as has been mentioned in earlier posts, the traffic patterns out on this end of the state are drastically different. At home a traffic jam consists of 15 cars trying to take a left onto West St… out here in the more populous part of the state, normal traffic looks like this.

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Without a/c during the stop and go of normal commuting traffic in the heat opening all the windows doesn’t help at all. Now it just adds truck, bus and car fumes. It also explains some road rage episodes.

So I have been judiciously opening up my car windows in short bursts as absolutely needed. A few weeks ago the windows were open for a last fast stretch of highway. As I turned off the exit for work I was hit with the sweet, sweet smell of clover in bloom.

At that moment all of the crazy rushing and anxiety of traffic and getting to work on time dropped away. I was instantly brought back to the lazy summer days of lying in the fields of my childhood. It carried me through my day of non-stop work. Somehow it put everything in perspective.

Since then I have consciously searched each day for that sweet thing that will do that same perspective moment. It might be the “Ah, Ha” of a patient grasping what I’m trying to teach. A welcome bit of shade on a hot day or sitting in a warm patch of sun on a cool windy day. The twinkling of an 88 year old’s eye as she asks where are the flashing bouncy balls I bought in Walmart for a dollar a piece.

Sweet things happen all the time if we just take the time to look or hear or smell or feel or taste! Today it was the gratitude of borrowing my father-in-law’s vehicle with A/C to drive to and from work. Tonight it was watching Frankie chase loudly teasing birds across the fields and parking lot of the middle school up the street. He was so certain he could catch them.

Today was the Summer Solstice… the first day of Summer. And boy did it arrive with a bang-zoom! Yesterday the temp was in the 70’s… today it was 97.

The grace of each day is finding those sweet things. Look hard my friends… they are well worth finding.

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Flash Freeze Moments…Animal style.

19 Jun

I just finished taking Frankie for a walk. I let him off his leash and gloried in his pretty little trot and his sweet looks back to make sure I was still following.

It’s still light out in spite of the hour since tomorrow is the Summer Solstice. Today is one of 2 of the longest days of the year here in the Northern Hemisphere…tomorrow being the longest. My wife reminded me what day it is, the last few months being a bit of a mish-mash in terms of time for me.

So anyway, taking Frankie for a walk started me thinking about longest memories…don’t ask…it’s just the way my mind works. Being a canine sort of being, I naturally started thinking about some of my memories of the dogs in my life.

Those flash freeze moments I can recall without effort when thinking of a particular dog. You animal lovers out there know what I mean. Actually anyone who’s ever loved anyone or thing knows what I mean!

For me it’s Sherlock the first of our Basset Hounds fiercely guarding Agnes our sheep’s shorn fleece…even with Agnes right next to him.

Jeremiah, Aunt Pat’s half lab-half wolf dog sticking his snout into my cousin Catherine’s daughter Camlyn’s carriage making sure she was alright in front of the steps of Grandma’s house.

It’s Sara the Hound Dog making like a paraplegic dog when ordered off the bed…

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Zelda dancing.

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Tanner with his sweet boy doggie smile.

And Frankie trotting along with his long neck and ears flying back like pigtails. It’s why we usually leave a beard and mustache when he gets groomed so folks will know he’s a he!

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It’s the joy and pain of loving and being loved… especially by those we outlive!

Hippy Dippy

15 Jun

So a week or so ago at work I asked if anyone would mind if I played my iPod instead of the scratchy pop 40 music coming out of the boom box on the window sill. Let me just mention the antenna for said radio is a screw driver… ’nuff said!

Most therapist were like yeah whatever. But one eyed me suspiciously and asked what exactly was I planning on playing and it wasn’t gonna be too weird was it? I was kind of surprised by her reaction.

Now I pride myself in an eclectic collection of music… a few outlier sort of artists, but mostly folk, alternative, classic rock and some relaxation music including classical music… nothing offensive or outrageous.

As the day was winding down and we were finishing up our computerized paperwork, I asked her what she had thought of the music. She answered it had been pretty good and not what she had expected. So I obviously asked what it was she had expected.

Her answer perplexed me to no end and I’ve been having fun with it ever since. “I though you were gonna play punk and metal and you know hippy dippy stuff”. I just looked at her and asked her what she meant by that. “Well, you know you’re a kind of hippy dippy sort.

I just stared at her in astonishment because frankly no one had ever mentioned such an impression of me before. REALLY, I said what gave THAT impression. Is it the incomplete tattoo from my most foolish of times in my 20’s? It was a homemade job my first love had convinced me would be cool.

However we had run out of whiskey before it was finished and well it never got finished. So if you don’t know what you’re looking at “WEEZA” doesn’t come jumping out at you.

I’ve kept it for a couple of reasons; to remind me not to listen to every idea someone else might think would be cool, to think carefully before making crazy decisions and it’s kind of an in with my tough guy/girl or Navy or Army cliental. Trust me it has opened more than a few doors to connection than you would think. It’s funny the false impressions people get of you in such limited exposure.

But anyway back to the hippy dippy comment… I know I do tend to ramble. I came of age more in the 1970’s rather than the 60’s. I’ve always thought I would have made a great hippy but I was a bit too young and besides was being guarded by the Nuns in the latter part of all “that”.

This last weekend home I managed to come across a tie-dye T-shirt of my wife’s (She’s certainly not likely to wear it since she’s not one for crazy colors and has always been 54 internally.)

Friday’s are wear our jeans day at work for 2 bucks towards the employee assistant fund. I’ve been doing that most Fridays because it’s a win-win sort of situation. Tomorrow promises to be a brighter day than most Fridays cause I’ll be damned if I’m going to be called a hippy without showing up as one… tie-dye t-shirt, homemade headband and all!

Just giving a fair warning to everyone. I might even play some of that “going to San Francisco” and a “Dog Named Boo” sort of music. Be Prepared

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Honestly, how hippy does that look? I’m wearing LL BEAN for crying out loud!

The Night World according to the ancient Greeks and Gods!

6 Jun

Sorry I’ve been among the missing for he past week or so but I’ ve been held hostage to some of Herr Jung’s archetypes… also known as the gods and goddesses of mythology.   Who by the way are alive and well in the here and now in ways not always recognized in today’s post religious, modern technological world.   Our roots run much deeper than we like to believe.

Nyx,  Hypnos and Morpheus, as well as Argon and Zelos  have all made their appearance recently to the detriment in some ways of my “real waking world”  this past week in no special order.

NYX APPROACHES

Hypnos arriving

Morphheus  aadvances

I will explain further tomorrow when I am able  providing I get enough time to hang with Hypnos between now and then.  Til then exit this night through the gates of polished horn for the truthful, prophetic dreams rather than the false dreams of ivory exit.  DREAM well my friends… Dream well!