
Change comes more from managing the journey than from announcing the destination. ~ William Bridges


Change comes more from managing the journey than from announcing the destination. ~ William Bridges

In the total darkness, poetry is still there, and it is there for you. ~ Abbas Kiarostami

If you want a place in the sun, you’ve got to put up with a few blisters.
Abigail Van Buren (Pauline Phillips), “Dear Abby”

We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. ~ Ray Bradbury

When it’s over, I want to say:
All my life I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
~ Mary Oliver
May she rest in peace
My skin, no longer youthful,
Glows and shimmers from the life we share.
My eyes sparkle with laughter,
Our language of love.
My hair, better behaved, all growed up
Older now. Wiser.
My heart hums, oh how content. It revels in you,
I bask in your adoration.
My mind — such mess! — grows ever thankful
You inhabit my life.
You make me feel beautiful.
Therefore, it must be so.

Don’t compare your behind-the-scenes with someone else’s highlight reel.
~ Steven Furtick
This day, she be a good one.
Drawing the blinds that face our world, lovely snow lightly falling delighted my morning ritual of let-out-the-dog. So still, so serene.
Husband made me a hot, yummy bowl of Coco Wheat cereal. A throw-back to years earlier when my son was small and our break-the-fast routine included Malt O’Meal, instant oatmeal and Cream of Wheat. It tasted pretty darn good this morning.
While Bill tended to work-work To Do items in his make-shift basement office, Coco and I suited up for a walk in our Iowa Winter Wonderland. Earlier this week, when the temps hovered just above zero and the winds were a-howlin’, we’d done the same although for relatively briefer forays. Still, it had felt good to get outdoors, escaping the Cabin Fever mentality that had begun to consume me of late. Today, however, though dreary and overcast, the weather is milder, accentuated with all that brilliant virgin whiteness. We managed a decent forty minutes. Bogged down in heavy cold-weather outerwear and clunky boots, it was a bit of a workout trudging through all those uncleared sidewalks, with snow several inches deep. Tiring but exhilarating nonetheless.
On our return, hubby was clearing the snow from our sidewalks and driveway. I let Coco out into the enclosed backyard while I released myself from my now damp and confining boots and garments. Coco’s face, thoroughly encrusted with snow, peered in at me through our huge living room windows, cute and as adorable as ever. Time now to let him in and wipe him down of all that snow.
A little later, I tweaked a poem I’d written a few weeks earlier and posted here on my blog. Pleased with what I’d written, I turned to thoughts of cozy comfort and made myself a hot cuppa tea and curled up with a wonderful book about a woman who ran the Iditarod in 2003 and 2005, an inspiring and delightful read. Sitting there, with Coco snuggled next to me, I was struck by the realization of what a simple but wonderful day it’s been thus far.
The smallest of pleasantries often provide the largest satisfactions and so I wanted to share that with you. May you all have yourselves your own simple, wonderful Sunday!
I want guacamole and refried beans
left off my dinner plate
I prefer Special K
in every scotcheroo
Silk stockings
must drape across my candled nightstand
I want 400 rpms revving
my engine’s manifold come daybreak
Henceforth, spider stew
shall be leached from my intestines
I’d love to see gauzy halos
atop every world
Love proffers shelter
in the exquisite softness
of December’s lingering light
while fading footsteps,
metaphors for loss,
disengage from the artifice of angst —
harsh truths capsized
amid heaving hearts —
as amore
once strident and intent
cries out,
brilliant and courageous,
I am with you still.
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