Inspired by “The Lady in Number 6” Alice Herz-Sommer

Inspired by “The Lady in Number 6”(At the time this was filmed, she was the oldest living Holocaust survivor at 109.)

Music saved her-

Gave her hope-

Filled her soul with “peace, beauty, and love.”

Music gave her strength to live another day.

“Music is a dream…” she said.

Artist, mother, pianist-

persecuted for being a Jew.

Music sustained her, was a lifeline

In a world gone mad.

“Music, music, music – it’s all that matters.”

With Chopin’s etudes etched in her mind-

Music flowed from her fingers to

Sustain her,  give her life, laughter

And strength to endure.

from 2/28/14

To my son on the occasion of his 30th birthday – July 26, 2010

Where do I begin?

The years have flown so swiftly past as I have watched you grow from a newborn into a toddler, so beautiful -you took my breath away. You then grew into a little boy so funny and curious – you kept me on my toes. You had a fabulous belly laugh that could make the world laugh with you. We made countless trips to the library to keep you supplied with books pertaining to your current interest. Then you became a middle schooler – unafraid of being intelligent in a world filled with those who were unwilling to do the same. As a high schooler, you were an avid mountain biker, long distance runner,  photographer,  budding writer and musician. You were a self-motivated learner. You knew your own mind and weren’t afraid to do what you wanted. You traveled by yourself on both short and long trips in cars and on motorcycles. You graduated from high school 6th in your class and did so without effort. College was a bit frustrating for you. You wanted to begin in the middle, but had to begin with things you said you had learned in high school. After much exploration, you finally changed your major to engineering. This is when everything began to fall into place for you. After you graduated, you went to work, getting a job without even applying for it. You finally decided that you couldn’t do exactly as you wanted without a masters degree. A masters degree that someone else would pay for and pay you for working while you finished. Graduating with your masters, TVA offered you a job in their River Forecast Center making considerably more money than you had previously made. As I always told you, God made you smart and your Dad and I made you good looking, however it’s more important for you to be a good person and a good citizen of the planet. You have accomplished all of this. You’re my best contribution to the world and I love you with all my heart.

My Heart

My heart is a complicated place-

Filled with people and emotions

From years of living.

It has dark places, secret places-

That no one can see.

But, it has many more pockets

filled with light and joy.

from June 4, 2010

Fog

My soul soars in the fog,

somewhere above earth

containing all, yet nothing.

Fog whispers

Fog silences

Fog roars

Mysterious in all it surrounds.

8-26-10

Tribute to Charleston

As I continue to struggle with the tragic loss of life in Charleston, and my tears continue to fall, I do the only thing that seems to help- I write. I thought I’d share in hope that it might help someone else.
Nine lives brought to a sudden halt
Nine lives lost- creating infinite ripples throughout the world
Nine lives leaving craters behind
Craters that can’t be filled
Now there’s:
A church with no pastor…
A library with no librarian…
A track team with no coach…
A young man, 26 and the youngest to die,
willing to sacrifice himself
To protect his elderly aunt –
An elderly aunt who was killed anyway and oldest to die…
A ministerial staff member who no longer lives to serve…
A choir member whose voice is forever silenced…
Another church without a pastor…
And, a church with no sexton.
Yet I continue to struggle…
How can one so young have such senseless hatred?
How can a mind be so poisoned and a heart so hard
That it can wreak such chaos and senseless destruction-
Creating craters that can’t be filled?

Summer 2015

Religion and Spirituality

Is there a difference? Yes, there is.

Religion is a compartment, a label, a framework

for dealing with God. Religion seems more

external – something to use for show and to label.

A way to box us in. Why is it we feel a need for labels?

Spirituality, on the other hand, is within

an individual – often to be discovered in the

mundane, the everyday. It might be discovered

in a beautiful sunrise, the perfect petal of a flower,

or the song of a bird. It might be found in a thought,

a feeling, a word, or in poetry. It might be found in

the face of a child, their touch, or the spark that ignites

the fire of imagination. It might be discovered

in a scent that floods the soul with memories.

The miracle of God’s grace –

found in many ways and in many places –

yet uniquely our own.

from June 6, 2010

On being an empath…

Some things I just know –

No one tells me,

I just know.

I know what others are thinking and feeling –

sometimes I know what they’re doing –

It’s there in my mind – uninvited.

It’s there for me to know and later

find is true.

Some born in my mind-

Others born of dreams –

elusive, yet present –

there for an audience of one.

Because I love haiku…

Haiku for Autumn Morn

Cool wind through tree tops
As leaves fall like rain on this
Perfect autumn morn.

 

Haiku for the Crescent Moon

Curvy crescent moon

Shrouded by shredded clouds to

Make it more lovely.

 

Haiku for the Hand Painted Skies

Everywhere I look –
Hand painted skies surround me
Filling me with awe.

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Haiku for the Soft Rain

Sweet, soft summer rain

Steadily dampens the earth –
She gently swallows.

Haiku to Heavenly Sky

Oh heavenly sky
Pacify me with beauty
Soothe my troubled soul.

Haiku for Mist

Dazzling blue sky
With downy clouds above
Mist shrouded river.

Haiku for the Fog

River must be cold –
It’s wearing a fog blanket.
Hope you get warm soon.

Haiku to the River

What mysteries lie
Beneath your surface serene?
You hide them so well.

Haiku for Peaches

Sweet summer peaches
Juice drips down to my elbows
Luscious summer bliss.

Haiku for Queen Anne (and her lace)

Lace adorns the roads
Moving gently in the breeze
Perfect for a queen.

To box turtles everywhere:

Helped a turtle cross the road
Headed I know not where, but
I don’t have to know.

Haiku for the Heron

Rising from the mist
Ephemeral heron is
Almost like a dream.

Haiku for the River

Her warm breath rises
From the cold water beneath-
We know that she lives.

Haiku for the River

The scent, the sound of
The river as it rises
Yes, it is alive.

Haiku for the Hosta

Mysterious bloom
Gently unfolds its petals-
No longer unknown.

Butterfly

Flying flower has
Been grounded- not sure why, but
Moved it to safety.

Soothe Me

Summertime night sounds
Soothe me at end of day with
Their sweet steady beat.

Haiku for Fireworks

Magic lives in the
Artistry and Chemistry
That we call fireworks. 💥

Crescent Moon

Crescent moon in dark
Sky with clouds of pink and gray
Takes my breath away.

Drinking with my Eyes

Drinking with my eyes
All the bounty of the earth-
Thankful for farmers.

Sick at Heart

One bad decision
Leaves an animal in a
Pile of blood and bones.

 

 

So, June is over and gone…

The time of year that brings anxiety to a teacher’s heart – July. I am a dedicated teacher and lover of language and writing, but once the school year begins, the demanding and unrelenting nature of teaching, takes over my life. In summer, I always vow to do more, be more fun, and not let teaching take over, yet it always seems to. I often describe my job as a merry go round – once the kids arrive, the carousel begins – up and down, round and round – nothing deters it, until the kids leave at the end of the day. Then you must grade papers, get ready for the next day, go to many meetings, meet with parents, and try to fit in all the other things you’d like to do. How do I find the time and energy to do all I’d like to do? You’d think after 25 years, I’d have mastered everything about teaching, but alas, I still struggle with finding time for everything I need and want once the unrelenting year begins. But, I keep moving forward, hoping I’ll do a better job of fitting everything in. Maybe this year…