Showing posts with label resilience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label resilience. Show all posts

Friday, June 7, 2024

#PoetryPals

May passed by with complications. Now it is a beautifully sunny day in June. American author and theologian, Joan D. Chittister, writes "June is the time for being in the world in new ways, for throwing off the cold and dark spots of life."  I am eager to regain my strength and return to "normalcy" as my magnolia buds spread their gorgeous white florals.

Last week the Poetry Sisters, Tanita, Mary Lee, Tricia, Laura, and Lizinvited writers to write in the spirit of poet Lucille Clifton's "homage to my hips". Since my body has been under attack since May, I praise my body for its resilience to a recent challenge. I join Michelle and Linda B. who signed in as #PoetryPals last week.


Lately, everything has been in slow mode for me. For instance, Poetry Friday is already filling with many poetry friends signing on as I get ready for another doctor's visit. 

I  join the Poetry Friday Roundup at Tracy Kiff-Judson's blog, "Tangles & Tales". She is cooking up a delightful and tasty post titled, Cooking Up InspirationSee you there. I will make the rounds slowly this weekend.

    Created by Tracey

Sunday, March 7, 2021

Another Day of Packing

March 7, 2021

Dear Interactive Digital Notebook,

I thought I would wake up with a fresh new dose of gratitude BUT the day turned out to be another helter-skelter one. All it takes is something small to flip the switch. I thought the person who did not pick up her purchase from Friday's online auction would arrive between 10-2. She did not. I moved from room to room in the house trying to cover all bases. That did not work. I tried to center my thoughts but that did not work since multiple texts and calls kept coming in. Now it is the end of  daylight hours and I am exhausted. 

What will I do? Will I finish the rest of the packing before Tuesday's moving starts at 8:00 AM? Not sure! There's still so much to do so that when I return to Long Island next weekend, I might have to pick up the remaining pieces that need to go to Virginia,  clean some more, and throw out some more trash.

I hope you are listening. Even without saying a word, I feel better knowing that I can write down my thoughts and perhaps, look back and laugh. 

I thank my trusty computer for recording these musings about moving and send thanks out to Two Writing Teachers for the space to communicate with other slicers.

Saddened but not giving up because there are slicers who bolster me up each day during my life move.

Just Me

 End of a Long Day of Packing



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