My love and I wander along the rose path of life, sweet smelling, but also bearing possible thorns. We walk on through the full summer night. Moon shines on the ancient mountain and we hear the murmur of the river behind us. We are quiet, but slowly, a happy seed blossoms, which will grow between … Continue reading Walking Among the Seasons|NaPoWriMo Day 29
I have read Marie Kondo’s book and it is different from most “decluttering, cleaning up” books I’ve read. I’m in the midst of two or three big projects now, but as soon as I’m able, I intend to start clearing out many things I’ve held onto for far too long, including books that I’ve kept forever but never read. I can’t wait! My new mantra, even when shopping is, “does this/will this bring me joy?” If not, then I don’t keep it or buy it. 🙂
Last month I decided once and for all that I was going to either get rid of some books or embrace what my life was becoming: a Grey Gardens kind of gorgeous.
As a writer, I had long taken solace in studies linking messiness to creativity. Oh the ways old magazines, paper clips, half-open books, unanswered mail and yesterday morning’s cereal bowl must be sparking fireworks in my brain! But with three other people in the house, and overflowing bookshelves set to topple, the center could no longer hold. All I yearned for was an empty room, maybe some curtains billowing from a sun-drenched window. Faced with this impossibility, I found myself, over the past several weeks, becoming one of those people who can’t stop talking about feng shui.
You know feng shui. The ancient Chinese…
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I grew up in West Texas, where bridges are few and far between. Rivers are rare and often bare, no water to be seen. Lubbock County has but one little bridge over a little dry draw. I went to San Francisco, where bridges abound, and was completely awed. I went on the Oakland, plus the … Continue reading Bridges|NaPoWriMo Day 28
Sunrise is purple and gold now. I need to write and pray. This is how I start days. I pray you peace and love. © Elaine Wood-Lane 4/27/15 And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, … Continue reading Starting My Day|A Hay(na)ku|NaPoWriMo Day 27
Hey! It's 3:00 AM! Time for Sweetie to get up! Sometimes she sleeps in until 5:30 AM. Now that I've "tinkled," as Sweetie puts it, and eaten, it's nap time for me! She really is a sweetie. I can see why Honey calls her that. She takes care of me, lets me share her food, … Continue reading Buddy Speaks|NaPoWriMo Day 26
Margaret Inez Wood, You always did the things that you should. You told me one day, "Quit entertaining yourself, and dust all the tables and shelfs!" © Elaine Wood-Lane 4/26/15 And now for our prompt (optional, as always)! It’s the weekend, so I’d thought we might go with something short and just a bit (or … Continue reading Margaret Inez Wood|NaPoWriMo Day 25
I drew the queen of hearts again, and won the game of Spades, it really wasn't skill, but pure luck that it was made. I've always loved the queen of hearts, she's very dear to me, because I have a lover's heart, with deep love and empathy. I feel another's love, elation, and their pain, … Continue reading Queen of Hearts|NaPoWriMo Day 24
When I was a child, I remember the way, trash littered the streets, and also the leas, there were bags like kites, stuck in the trees. One day I saw, an ad on TV, of an old Indian man, seeing our trash everywhere, on highways, in rivers, and the yellow smog air. I suddenly realized, … Continue reading Loving Our Earth|NaPoWriMo Day 23
"See the poem I wrote today?" She grinned at me and said. I looked at her in wonder, and slowly shook my head. How could she be so naive and even worse so glad? She was just too young to see, how the world was oh so bad. Then she handed me her little poem, … Continue reading The Little Poet|NaPoWriMo Day 22
When my eyelids fall so heavy and my thoughts are all of You, I know I'll soon be sleeping until the morning's dew. The moonlight falls so quietly upon my windowpane and the stars begin to twinkle as the angels say Your name. I try so hard to stay awake, so I can really pray, … Continue reading Until the Morning’s Dew|NaPoWriMo Day 21