Saturday, July 5, 2025

A New Thought for the 4th of July

"Miss Liberty, at Dawn's First Peep, Awakes the Echoes from Their Sleep"
(Original Postcard from Turn-of-the-19th Century)

It's Friday, July 4th. Happy Independence Day and Poetry Friday. The Inklings are writing poems of protest for our nation’s birthday. They invite other writers to use their voices and their art to make some noise! 

I, like others, believe in freedom, democracy, and the power of the people. Being authentic is essential. Humanity needs to amplify its voice on issues of national concern like the Big Beautiful Bill. Yesterday, I received an email from one of my son's agencies. They are asking  parents and clients to reach out to our legislatures.because the disabled community will be affected by the bill. The goal is to bring parents and clients together to share our concerns that may affect change. 

Collaborative action plans are important for a future-ready world. In classrooms and other educational settings, students work in teams to collaborate with others. They develop goals to reach out to their community as creative thinkers and writers with voice. Will this action shape the future?  Perhaps, but we need to continue supporting students in efforts to learn with vigor, work collaboratively, and develop a spirit of camaraderie and citizenship in this modern-day world that has many flaws.

Ignite the American Spirit

      Authentic voices 
      Make noise as they
      Embark on 
      Roads ahead  
      If freedom devotees
     Commit they will rise
     As responsive Americans ready for
     Next steps:
     Shape outcomes with
     Positive approaches
     Inspire students to
     Reach out with concerns
     Ignite the flame
    To make more noise
     draft CVarsalona, July 4th, 2025

A little push is needed to make legislators understand the needs of all groups.
I will do my part.
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I am late to offer my Poetry Friday blog post but this piece took a great deal of thought. Thank you Mary Lee Hahn, our host this week, for bringing the community together this week. Please read her post, Independence Day Roundup of Protest and Praise for This Complicated Country We Call Home, and other writers' blogs by clicking here

Thursday, July 3, 2025

Still Waters on the Spiritual Journey

It has been a long, lonely walk since my husband passed away on April 2, 2025. It feels as though I walked through valleys flowing with torrents of rain, waiting for a sign that would wash away sorrows. Upon waking, I realized that I dreamed of still waters that framed our summer days on Long Island. 

I remembered those scenes were we talked, dreamed, and felt the freshness of life. Yet remembering is difficult when grief haunts life. In Long Island, I could find still water spots where peace existed each summer. We were able to drive twenty minutes to enjoy carefree days at the beach. We enjoyed both still waters and days of fast rushing waters. As I look back on photos of past summers, I realize that the times of still waters were also filled with spirituality. There was a spirit of peace at the shore as if God was giving us fuel to propel our journey. Even when we experienced challenging, roaring waters, we could move from these faith-shaking events to deal with the issues before us. 

BUT during this year's late winter and early spring, we were tossed, shaken, and left befuddled by the reality of a rare disease that broke down our psychological well-being and dispositions. We needed still waters for spiritual rest. Unfortunately, that did not come readily. On the last day of my husband's life we found the peace he needed. Each member of the immediate family, felt the spirit of the Lord surrounding my husband as he moved from the transport van to the hospice room, a place of peace and spiritual rest. It was there that he laid in the still waters of faith and let his spirit be lifted from this world.

Since the last day, I have searched for ways to relieve anxiety. The well-know Psalm 23 offers a pause that slowly leads me to a new path on the spiritual journey. With that and Leanna Crawford's Still Waters music video, I feel the cool refreshment of spirituality. Listen to the beautiful song, Still Waters, based on Psalm 23.
Oh, the Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.
He leads me by still waters 'til my fears are gone.
I wake to summer dreams that flow like still waters.
Even without you, I know you are with me.
The Lord's scripture remains on my heart
and goodness flows like the creek's water.
©CV, 2o25
 
Today is bright with sunshine. The house is quiet. 
I know that I shall find my way on the Spiritual Journey.
 
I join my Spiritual Journey Thursday host, Karen Eastlund who leads us through the theme "still waters" today. Karen shares a remarkable series of adventures she and her husband enjoyed over the years. Her closing thought is "I can think of nothing more beautiful and life-giving than water". Her photo of the sun setting over the still waters of Minnesota is awesome and calming. Click here to read Karen's Blog and other Spiritual Journey writers' post.


Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Why Write About Navigating Reality?

The amazing poet, professor Kaveh Akbar stated: "Writing is how I make sense of the world". There is so much to be concered about these days. Politics, environment, illness, and loss are daily concerns on the news. Beyond those heavy topics, I ponder navigating my reality

Some days the rain takes me to a place of sorrow and loss so I wait for  glorious streams of sunshine to flood the sky. The sun is my benefactor. It starts my day with summer beauty and streams peaceful vibes. But I am not the only one that feels this way. See the short video, "Good Question: Why does the sun make us happy?" 

Today, I shall open my eyes to the beauty of the sky and let positive thoughts filter through (even though thunderous rainstorms came through all day). I send out my letter to heaven above with continued hope that the summer season renews my spirit.

draft of an envelope poem

Writing helps me make sense of the world and my reality.I am submitting this blog post to Two Writing Teachers for the Tuesday Slice of Life. Thank You Two Writing Teachers for offering space for reflective writers ro communicate with each other.

Friday, June 27, 2025

Navigating Reality: Touch of Hope

Photographer: March-Olivier Jodoin at Unsplash

"Today...I open my heart's hand to allow the touch of hope.”
Julia Cameron
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I feel the sorrow of loss and grief
Wondering if flowers feel the same
While wilting in the heat?
Summer heat reminds me that
Your hand no longer gently holds mine
But there is hope waiting
Beyond my spinning dreams. 
Today under an azure sky, nature
Splendidly welcomed morning's peace.
I opened my bleeding heart to life and
Felt the warmth of nature's healing
Peeking through the slats on the shades.
I accept the invitation to indulge in life
Because where there is an open heart
Possibilities open as well!
CVarsalona, draft, 2025

I shall carry this thought throughout the day with hope for peace to settle in.
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This month, the Poetry Sisters, Tanita at{fiction, instead of lies}, Laura at Laura Purdie Salas, Tricia at The Miss Ruphius Effect, Sara at Read Write Believe, Mary Lee Hahn at Another Year of Readingand Liz at Liz Garton Scanloninvited  writers to write a couple of couplets and make a raccontino. I am glad they explained the format that I have never tried before. A raccontino is a form that follows these rules: composed of couplets (any number) even-numbered lines that share the same end rhyme, the title and last words of the odd-numbered lines tell a story. I must admit that I struggled with this poetic format.

Silent Disease

Would I have known
What the future planned

When my heart was full of sorrow
And there were multiple demands?

Caregiver was the title given
But I could not withstand

The extent of sorrow
Nor could I understand.

There was a trip to take,
A birthday treat that was grand

To a place of ease
A beach filled with sand,

Summering during winter's end,
Yet you could not fully stand.

Life withered over our last days
Until what was left was in God's hands.
draft ©CVarsalona, 2025

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A Special Thank You To:
Jama Rattigan for lifting my heart and helping me navigate my reality with a special giftHealing After Loss by Martha W. Hickman. This book inspires me to write about my journey with a touch of hope that summer will open my heart to joy.

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A new poetry friend, Shirley Thacker, shared a lovely poetry swap filled with poetic goodness. She sent me her book, Wind Beneath the Pines, that provides various types of poems which she wrote. This book is special because it comes from the heart. Shirley's husband urged her to "write the stories-the tales about life" and so she did. I am thrilled that Shirley shared her love of poetry with me in such a special way. You can read more about Shirley at Jone Rush MacCulloch's blog. Click here to read Jone's Interview with Shirley. I enjoyed Shirley's poems especially Grandchildren. Her six-word  poems shared her wisdom.
Courage each
Day, walking
Life's road
©Shirley Thacker

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I have lingered a long time trying to make sense of life while piecing the raccontino poem together. I gardened outside with the sun's warmth. Hope touched me, yet I still am unsure how to navigate reality. Healing after loss is a process. I am determined to continue this journey with stride. I thank family, friends, and the poetry community for their support. 

Now I turn my attention to the Poetry Friday Roundup that is hosted this week by one of the Poetry Sisters, Tanita Davis. This week she penned two poems and provided her process. I look forward to reading the contributions of all those who are adding their poems to the Roundup but I go at a slow pace these days.


In ending, I decided to take Shirley Thacker's 6 word poem 
Courage each
Day, walking
Life's road
and write Golden Shovel as inspiration to be present in life daily.

Finding courage
is not easy on each
summer day
perhaps walking
will provide life's
journey a new road
©CVarsalona, 2025

Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Navigating Reality: Another Issue To Worry About

It was a day of sunshine, not rainy weather as many days have been. I drove my new car down the parkway. Cars and trucks were surrounding me as I made my way to my son's appointment. Then, the unexpected happened!

another life issue rushed by

while driving the highway on a sunshiny day
a huge piece of rubber shot up and onto my new car

there was nothing I could do during this upheaval
no truck to claim how this happened
just a warning to be ever vigilant because life is uncertain
©CVarsalona, June 2025

The rubber shot right into my car. Luckily, it did not hit my windshield and bounced off my car. I was shocked by the happening but had to remain calm. It was just one more oddity of life happening. Black marks were on the front passenger side of my car but my car salesman had the shop buff off the marks. I felt blessed that this unwarranted event did not do more physical damage and mental distress.

Life is so fragile and uncertain that every daybreak is a miracle, almost a triumph. That first blush in the sky is all the hope of the world distilled into light. I watch dark fade, and say to myself, "Okay, I'm here," and the more sunrises I see, the more I feel as if I'll live to see another twenty thousand."  - Dan Koontz, The Other Emily

I shall enjoy the sunshine today that lightens the earth. Have a Happy Summertime!

Thank you, Two Writing Teachers, for offering the space that reflective writers can communicate with each other.

Friday, June 20, 2025

One Little Board Book Makes a Splashy Impression

My review on the charming new boardbook,Tractor Dance, started on a Saturday during wintertime. The weather was very cold but my little grandgirls didn't mind because they were by the fireplace ready to listen to a fabulous new children's book by the amazing writer, Matt Forrest Esenwine. 

The girls were intrigued by a colorful peek of the board book,Tractor Dance, that was found on my computer.  Mr. Matt emailed me the unpublished version of his book, in the form of a arc. This was before the official release date of Tractor Dance  and the first time the two older grandgirls (ages 5 and 7 years at that time) had seen an arc. The day was cold but no one minded. It was a special day for reading in front of a fireplace.

Sierra, my oldest grand daughter, was a fantastic reader so she read the book aloud to her middle sister, Aurora. While reading Sierra decided to pause and write down words that were new to her. I was surprised that she was interested in broadening her vocabulary in such a clever way but I remember as a young child that my teacher suggested that I become a logophile. I was pleased that this new book had a collection of words that would expand children's vocabulary. Sierra chose the following words to remember: hoedown, jig, rib, baler, promenading, backhoe, combine, drawl, and polka. My middle granddaughter, Aurora, enjoyed the read aloud. After the story was told, we left the computer open in front of the fireplace for additional reads. 

As time past and the girls visited my home, the youngest granddaughter, Lila who was almost two-years-old, became curious about the new book, Tractor Dance. Mr. Matt sent me the board book so Lila and her sisters could take took time perusing the book and enjoying the illustrations. After listening to the read aloud, Lila loved the title so much that she repeated it as she danced around the great room with the board book. 



The colorful illustrations created by Jen Taylor, and the format of the book is a gem that will engage children from pre-school to early elementary grades. My younger two grandgirls used the illustrations to pair the story line with the colorful visuals before I inquired on what they thought of this unique board book.


Girls, what makes this story by Mr. Matt interesting to you?" Sierra stated, "It was a good story about a farm tractor that enjoyed having fun late at night with his truck friends." Aurora, enjoyed listening to the story and Lila loved holding the book and turning the thick pages. I was delighted that the girls enjoyed the story as much as they did. The little grandgirls and I decided that we loved the storyline, especially the dancing parts. Since we never lived on a farm we enjoyed Tractor's evening hoedown with friends. The girls also liked listening to the rhymes in the story. Each page ofTractor Dance brought one more event of an evening dance party that lasted all night long. The moon was bright and the stars sparkling while the farm vehicles and animals spent the night dancing away until they were exhausted from party fun. 

This book is ideal for children. Perhaps, Tractor Dance, will become not only  book for a child's library but one for pre-school and early elementary classes. You may wish to ask your local librarians to purchase the book for children read alouds. This book will become a favorite for children who love to read, dance, and perhaps write a short story on what Tractor will do next.

Thank you Matt Forrest Esenwine and Jen Taylor for
offering such a fun, rhyming story book for younger children.


Let's do a "shimmy-shake " and applaud the author who wrote a charming story that children can relate to and also to the illustrator for the adorably, friendly characters who share the magic of night on the farm. Let's not forget the publisher, Susan Schadt Press, who brought this beloved book into the world of literacy bliss. Althought this book is labeled for babies to 3-year-olds you can see by the excitement my grandgirls had for the book that early elementary children will find delight also. Perhaps, the book will encourage readers to create their own story or poem about a fun summer night such as my quick write cherita poem below. 

Hoedown Boogie Magic

listen to the evening sounds

echoing through the night sky
bringing magical pleasure all around

dance along with Tractor and his farm friends
be bold, dream of a hoedown that makes you swoon
wake up to the morning light wishing for more this June

Happy Summer Reading to All!

I hope you enjoyed my little grandgirls' and my review of Tractor Dance by Matt Forrest Esenwine, illustrated by Jen Taylor.

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It's time for Poetry Friday to bring poetry goodness to all.
Thank you to my friendly photographer, author, poet, and publisher, Carol Labuzzetta, for hosting this week's Poetry Friday Roundup. She is back from her trip to Yosemite and excited about her various projects.

Tenaya Lake, Yosemite National Park. © Carol Labuzzetta, 2025

Thursday, June 12, 2025

Navigating Reality in Springtime

Most people think of springtime's white, puffy clouds drifting across an azure sky, accompanied by a green vision of beauty and grace on earth. The element of light shines bright. Yet, there are many days of cooling breezes, glimpses of a darkened sky hiding behind the clouds, and puddled rain to chase away the gloomy grey. On these rainy days, I let my mind wander to springtime memories gone by.

HERALD of SPRING

looking back in time

March 30th
etched with snow-covered trees

one lone bird sings
waiting patiently for the frozen edge of winter
to join the chorus of spring

©CVarsalona, 2025, cherita
Mentor Poem, Spring by Julie Forglaro


Despite the forecast, live like it's spring! - Lilly Pulitzer

I decided that this quote would open the door for Golden Shovel poem. Even though the words are not from a poem, I decided I could make a poem from the inspirational thought.

Morning Thoughts

I am alone despite
my family being in the area. The
days of rain cause people to complain about the forecast
but not me because I know that I must live
in the here and now like
others but without you. It's
a sadness I carry around this spring.

Despite the fact that it is still spring.
The weather feels like a summer
forecast. Oh, how we loved summer
living. There were fireworks, barbecues, and enjoyment-
Like life found its relaxation mode.
It's difficult without your zest for summer but be assured
Spring will lead the way to your beach wishes, my dear.

©CVarsalona, 2025, Golden Shovel
Strike line from Lily Pulitzer's quote


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Ruth Hersey Is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup while in the United States. Usually we see her in Uganda. Ruth's theme today is fireflies. She shares two poems on the subject that you can read on her blog, There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town.