On the Bunny Trail

Pre-Easter Fun

I sit here at the end of another long day thankful for being able to celebrate Easter with my little granddaughters and family. In the midst of half-opened boxes and unopened ones, laundry, and lots of clutter, I decide to bake. Baking is a tradition started by my Nonnie so today I honor her and my mother who followed in her footsteps. I pull out the beautifully preserved breadboard and pause to breathe in the aromatic smells of spices and dough from my past. As I pull 'out the flour canister, eggs, and butter, I start the hunt for the Easter cookie cutouts. They're in one of the unopened boxes. My son finds the cutouts and we are ready to roll out the dough as I did as a child. The second round is decorating with chocolate frosting, sprinkles, and coconut. Off to sleep because we have to be ready for the Easter egg hunt at my two granddaugthers' house tomorrow morning. 

We hippity-hop,

getting ready

for little bunnies

to take a bite.

©CV, 2021

Easter Morning

The house awakens to a bright Easter morning. Sounds of "Alleluia" float out from the virtual church service. In the hustle-bustle of getting ready for the Easter egg hunt, I forget my iPhone, Quick return to the house. With the speed of a bunny rabbit, we arrive on time. "Happy Easter, everyone." No return greeting but then, my granddaughter comes down the stairs with news. "Baby got paint all over her dress and her body." We wait patiently. Down the stairs comes the little one with her a muted-colored dress spotted with what looks like a tie dye pattern. Hands are blue and smile is sweet. The Easter Egg hunt begins with a new generation of siblings.

Egg Hunt

Eager

little Girl

Giggles as she

Hunts

Under bushes for colored eggs -

Never

Tripping this year

©CV, 2021

Post-Easter 

Surprise. I wake to see my beautiful fern plants a strange shade of brown. Oh, no, it's the change of temperature. Back to unpacking and organizing.  Evening run back to the nursery for an exchange for a vibrant and thriving pair of ferns. Head is spinning from the to-do list that never lessens, only grows in stature.

Easter joy

warmly received,

Slightly dimmed by life's tasks.

Be glad for blessings!

©CV, 2021

It's National Poetry Month. Thank you for joining me as I continue the saga of my life move.

Offering this slice of life to Two Writing Teachers.

A Message of Hope

Today is Good Friday and I am reminded of the trials of the past year. Not just my long life move journey but the travails of so many others are reflected upon. While watching the Good Friday service from the Vatican, certain themes become apparent during the homily. Words were lifted to create a micropoem series.

photo by Jon Tyson

on Unsplash

solemnity stirs

hearts beckon to listen

quiet reflection

melodic voices

rise in unison

gather in trust

     

it is accomplished

find  grace at the altar

hope for all

©CV, 2021

It's National Poetry Month. Thank you for joining me for a Good Friday-inspired poem.

All Things New

There is a newness to life. I pause admiring the splendor of earth as I walk alongside my little granddaughters. There is much to be thankful for: a newly built home during COVID time, the arrival to Virginia after an arduous move, a new life journey, two little granddaughters whose smiles and laughter brighten the times I am with them, and faith. Although during the life move, I worried too much and brought on more stress than I should have, I held on to faith that all knots would be untied. 

Tonight, I pause to reflect on all things new and create a sijo of two stanzas ending with a haiku.

March springlike weather in Virginia

⁕

the cacophany of springtime chatter floods morning air

we pause to listen to the lilting music of frogs and birds 

toddler's curious inquiry stirs my imagination

the rapid swooshing of nighttime rain awakens my sleep

I listen to incessant pounding of nature's lament

quick weather changes bring on instantaneous mood swings

I pause to reflect

as nature stirs my thoughts

Easter hope rises

©CV, 2021

This has been a month of change. I longed for the positivity of all things new while trying to sort my feelings among the many stressors of a life move. Were there too many notions of newness amidst the multiple to-do lists? I often thought that I would not be able to make it through the rough patches of my life move. Everytime I tried to take care of one task others crept in making my efforts not reachable. 

Then, came the smile of an almost four-year-old and the laughter of one year old. In their presence, troubles were removed from my thoughts and happiness brought on a new feeling of joy. The newness of being only a half-hour away and being able to Grandma-sit when the baby had a rising fever bout and grandparents-sit when the girls' school was closed. These times melted away the angst of facing the same routine of unpacking boxes and organizing our new home each day. 

Romans 12:2 brought a new thought and a new hope that even in the darkest moments there is a bright light opening a passageway. We only need to look and have faith.

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.

I am awakened to the call of renewal this Holy Thursday after a period of testing. I am ready to move closer to the Spiritual Guide who brings the peace of Easter joy, making all things new and beautiful. In gratitude for this journey of renewal in a new life, I sought a song to express this feeling of newness and what it means. I found "All Things New" and turned the poetic goodness of one line of the lyrics into a Golden Shovel poem of hope using the strike line: "Hope is found, you are here." 

It is time for hope

to be renewed. It is

the sweetness of goodness found,

the essence of You

who knows where we are

in relation to our past and our presence here.

©CV, 2021

Thank you to Karen Eastlund, our Spiritual Journey host this month for suggesting the prompt

"All Is New" and building a themed blog post around the concept of springtime newness. 

"New life is at our door. It blesses us. We have been given the chance to start over, and start with fresh slate. Anything is possible." -Karen Eastlund

This theme, All is New,  transitions me into a new state of being as I start a brand new life in Virginia. Unfortunately, the past months have weighted me down but the season of Lent has been the right time leading me to a new change of heart, mind, spirit, and location. Join me this month as I once again attempt to write poetry daily for National Poetry Month. 

Thank you also to Mary Lee Hahn for hosting Poetry Friday this week as she begins her National Poetry Month project of a haiku a day. I am blessed to be part of two fine writing communities that are filled with like-minded poets and bloggers who understand the potential of writing for peace and transformation.

Happy Easter!

I Stayed the Course

It is almost 11:00 PM. I hoped that I would be able to write in a quiet space but two different games are being watched in two separate rooms. The blare of the fast-paced sporting events is loud and clear but then, a thud, a pouring of rain, and a loud whooshing wind overrides any other noise until all cease at the same time. The quiet is relished during this reflective time. 

I STAYED the COURSE but it has been a tough one, writing for 31 days and responding to other slicers' writing. I am happy to say that I did finish the March SOLSC! #SOL21 challenge as did many of my slicer friends. Some days, I snuck in just before the midnight hour with a sigh of relief. Most days, I promised myself I would write earlier in the day. At any rate, I am proud to say I documented my life move to Virginia from Long Island, New York each day. It will be fun to look back and see what I had to say about the stressors, strains, and excitement of making a transition to a new place and lifestyle. 

Throughout this month of writing, I read, commented, and corresponded with so many educators from around the states and as far away as Estonia. Among the different types of writing, I learned how to say Bon Apetit in Estonian from Terje Akke and also learned a new form of poetry from Arjeha, the sijo. 

With this March Musing 2021, I stand in awe of all my slicer friends who also withstood a month of writing while balancing many balls. I thank each and every person who visited my blog and took the time to write a comment. I read all the comments but many times, mostly towards the end of the challenge, I did not have enough time to write individual thank yous in the comments.

I stayed the course!

Through thick and thin times

Moving from Long Island

To a new home in Virginia.

Celebrated joyous moments.

Gingerly transversed many rough trails

On my way to this destination-

The final stop of the slicers' March journey.

In faith, I wrote daily,

opening my heart

to the whispers of my soul.

 

From my March 2, 2021 Slice of Life

With a new commitment to writing poetry for the month of April, I'm off to join a community of poets for National Poetry Month. I will start the month off with a poem at Spiritual Journey Thursday.

Day 31 March SOLSC! #SOL21 at Two Writing Teachers

I appreciate the space Two Writing Teachers opened to all writers. 

TWT, thank you for the badge!

Almost There

Where did the month go? Some days, I thought the month was lingering in slow motion. Other times there was so much to do for the moving out of Long Island and moving into Virginia journey, I totally forgot the date and day. Now that my March Musings 2021 journey for March SOLSC! #SOL21 s almost over, I am tired and disappointed that I had little time to write during the daytime when I was fresh. As I think back on this month, I realize that my exhaustion is from the energy expended in the move. 

I have one day left to write a daily slice of life capturing the small moments of the past month so I need to beat the clock before the end of the night.

I am almost there. Like an athlete running the course, I, move forward with bated breath excitedly anticipating what will happen next. I know that I will end March having written each day and responded to other writers' slices of life. I have corresponded with some old friends and other new ones, appreciated the variety of writing styles and welcomed suggestions on different formats. Will I be able to sustain my writing routine with a fresh new lens during National Poetry Month? I certainly hope so and maybe I will be able to write during the daytime like I planned for March.

lights flashing

lighting future passageways

"hopeward" bound

©CV, 2021

Day 30 March SOLSC! #SOL21 at Two Writing Teachers

New House, New Garden

To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow. -Audrey Hepburn

New house, new garden:

to

plant 

a 

new life

of blessed tomorrows.

This is not just a dream but a soon-to-be reality. We have a large patio that was built to my husband's specifications but not the garden. We also have a gardener who was recommended by three new neighbors. At his suggestion, we visited three nurseries. The first one was an awesome sight with pavilions of annuals, perennials, statuaries, showcase rooms, trees, and more. The second one was a small enterprise that did not have what I was looking for, and the third one was a wholesale flower center. Little did we know that we needed a gardener to accompany us at this nursery. The owner being a friendly person decided to let us take a look around and gave us a tour. He added little stories about the type of flowers that grow in Virginia as opposed to Long Island. Now with a better idea of what flowers will grow on my property, I am ready to create two gardens: a herb garden and flower garden. Let's see what I choose and how the gardener plays out my ideas. 

Day 29 March SOLSC! #SOL21 at Two Writing Teachers

Hiking with Family

“An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.” -Henry David Thoreau

Yesterday, the family met for a walk up Bull Run Mountain. Not quite sure that we could keep up with my daughter and husband, we decided to give it a try. We knew that we could easily walk a minimum of two miles on the Long Beach Boardwalk in New York but as my husband noted that was a flat walk. 

We started out slow, cautious of where our feet landed. The forest had many huge old roots that meant caution had to be used when walking. The baby was in a backpack carrier and my soon-to-be-4 year old, Sierra, was hiking along. The weather was warm and the bright sun felt great as it hit our foreheads. All was fine until the path narrowed on the beginner route. After about 1/2 mile my husband felt some pain in his hip where he had a cortisone shot in the hip, so he turned around to wait for us in the car. We all continued walking single file. 

As I wondered how I would do on this hike, my granddaughter Sierra took my hand and we continued onward and upward. It was such a sweet moment. At the halfway mark, my daughter looked for a resting spot. She chose a beautiful one overlooking the stream. I did not think I could get down to sit on the moss-covered area, so I gingerly sat on a log and thought about the Civil War battle fought in this area. I could not imagine the soldiers wearing wool uniforms in the heat, especially since I needed to take off my lightweight jacket. Another thought popped into my mind. If I lose my balance on this incline, would I tumble downward?  

With my OLW begin, I moved on. While I could not remember which route would get us back to the starting point, I was glad to have my daughter and son-in-law leading the way. 

I am proud that I weathered the 2-mile trek with my granddaughter at my side. It was such a wonderful feeling knowing that her presence kept me moving forward. This walk was a blessing because I did not really dwell on fear. I was so enthralled with the scenery and sense of accomplishment.

Success

One step at a time.

Patiently walk the incline.

Journey uphill.

Without a spill.

Postmark: There were no accidents or spills on my first hike on Bull Run Mountains. At the end of the hike, Sierra turned to her Mommy,, "I want to stay at Grandma's tonight. I have my own bed." (How endearing those words were. While she did not stay overnight again there was the promise of more fun times and sleepovers. What a wonderful two days I spent with my family-a treat from all the unpacking and moving in.)

 Photo from Bull Run Mountains Natural Area Preserve

My photos are not syncing right at this time.

I am ready to post this slice of life for Day 28 March SOLSC! #SOL21 at Two Writing Teachers. 

Rambling Thoughts

She wakes with a smile on her face as bright as the sunshine outdoors. 

"Grandma, I love you." 

These words melt my heart. 

All the stress of our life move floats away as I see her smile and feel her presence. 

She brings me Teddy who needs fixing. 

His bell fell off during her first sleepover. 

Grandma fixes that. 

My mind floats back to my childhood. 

I feel Nonnie's hand in mine during our morning rituals. 

I turn the clock back to today:

The taste of hot chocolate, sweet berries, peanut butter on toast. 

I shall remember this first sleepover with delight after a year of virtual happenings. 

Being a grandmother is a joy that opens a new world of surprise and wonder.

I am filled with delight. 

I breathe in the freshness of spring and hold her little hand, 

Realizing the grandness of one cherished word, "Grandma".

Day 27 of March SOLSC! #SOL21 at Two Writing Teachers.

A Day To Remember

While yesterday was the official date of my husband's birthday, today was our celebration with the family. The day started off with bright skies, strong sunlight, and warm temperatures that brightened everyone's mood. My daughter arrived early in the morning with my two granddaughters and from that moment on my husband, son, and I were in a "good-busy mode." I felt gratitude immediately and kept on smiling throughout the day. 

I am grateful for:

• My soon-to-be 4-year-old came running in several times during the day to say, 'Grandma, I love you!" 
• Both my granddaughters being loving and cuddly during the day.
• The relaxed walk we took in the neighborhood with the little girls. 
• The many photos that documented our wonderful family day.
• The delicious and beautiful looking cake my daughter picked up for my husband-layered yellow cake with Bavarian cream in between the layers, chocolate ganache frosting, and blue-lettered "Happy Birthday, Grandpa" writing (requested by my granddaughter).
• A yummy dinner followed by a surprising request from my granddaughter. "Mama, can I sleep at Grandma's? My daughter and son-in-law discussed this and finally agreed. 

Gratitude is a heart-filled emotion.

It is an unexpected gift of love.

Gratitude sings a song of praise;

Blows a gentle kiss across a room.

Gratitude floats through the air

And lands with surprising sparkles.

©CV, 2021

"Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow." -Sara Ban Breathnach, Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy.

Unfortunately, my photos of the day did not sync properly but you can imagine

how happy everyone looked.

Day 26 of March SOLSC! #SOL21 at Two Writing Teachers.

It's Time to Rethink Unpacking

After a round of unpacking and arranging the shelves in my master bathroom, I  finally take the time to sit down and reflect. I am exhausted, frustrated, and still not finished sorting and organizing. Tomorrow will be Day 3 of arranging just this one room. How did I get through the packing stage without crumbling? Perhaps, it was the deadline of moving day that became the incentive. Now the routine of constant unpacking is getting to me. Friends are telling me to take my time and understand that these moments, days, weeks are stressful. As I think that I had no words to express my feelings, these thoughts flowed out.

It's time to rethink unpacking. 

The obsessive routine haunts

My dreams, wakes me wondering.

It's time to stop the merry-go-round.

Find my center, undo the stress, relax.   

While thinking these thoughts, I googled poems on unpacking and found a very interesting one by Thom Gunn, "Thoughts on unpacking".

Unpacking in the raw new rooms, I clear,

Or try to clear, a space for us, that we
May cultivate an ease of moving here
With no encumbrance near,
In amplitude. But something hinders me:

Where do these go, these knick-knacks I forgot?
—Gadgets we bought and kept, thinking perhaps
They might be useful someday, and a lot
Of others that were not:

Bent keys, Italian grammars, Mickey Mouse caps.

You can read the rest here. I read the last stanza to my husband.

In the stillness, I decide to the quiet voice inside and start anew with a renewed spirit. I will clear a space for us because my little granddaughters will be here in the morning and I am ready for a day of pure fun.

This is a combined slice of life post for both Poetry Friday Roundup and March SOLSC! #SOL21.

Poetry Friday hosted by a poetry colleague, Susan Bruck who is honoring National Poetry Month Kidlithosphere Roundup by collecting special projects from Poetry Friday poets.

Day 25 of Two Writing Teachers' March SOLSC! #SOL21, March Musings 2021

Imagining My Dream Bathroom

Each morning I wake with the desire to organize another room of my new house but I need motivation. I am at the point of being overwhelmed with the magnitude of the process. Today's task is to set up my master bathroom. In order to get into the mood for this laborious process, I luckily  find an inspiring quote from Soakology . 

"Soap is to the body what laughter is to the soul."

Laughter would be a welcome surprise right now and so would quiet. Before I start, I decide to share a before picture of my master bathroom. It is quite messy but you only see one part of it. The linen closet is filled with bottles of all different essentials, toiletries, medicines, cleaning products which are normal essentials but there is a mess of jumbled-together products. I need to take baby steps in order to turn this room around.

I think you can see that I am ready to get started. I lay down some large boxes to act as a cutting board. This job tasks patience. I pause to remember something from my past. My mother taught me how to line up a pattern on the material so I could cut the cloth in a straight line. It is tedious work that takes me a couple of tries before the liner fits nicely into the container. I feel like I am "on a roll" but oh, no, I am distracted by something else. 

This is a typical occurrence so the flow of work does not go as planned. Did I finish my organization plan? Let's say I wanted to. I think this job will take me several days because of the other tasks that are also important. I will keep you posted and hope there will be some after pictures that show how my dream bathroom turned out.

Day 24 of March SOLSC! #SOL21 at Two Writing Teachers.

Organizing My New Kitchen

Today is devoted to organizing my new kitchen. Actually, it is a reorganization because the first plan did not work as well as I would like. It takes time and perseverance to complete this task since I have quite a bit of space. 

-disorganization phase prior to writing this blog-

Actually, I am perplexed. I see bottles of spices for cooking, another set for baking, and lots of clutter. I unpack another box and find my old cookbooks. While I use the internet for many recipes I also want to do due diligence to my old tried and true recipes in the cookbooks. I peruse the cabinets in the perimeter around the appliances and the drawers under the eight foot of center island counter space. Each cabinet needs to be designated for a distinct purpose. So I stand back with wide open cabinets to take a good look at the whole job, sigh, and take on one cabinet at a time. 

Hours later, I am still in the organizing phase but too tired to continue. There is tomorrow to finish my grand plan of making my kitchen one that has fluidity and practicality, a place with warmth reminding me of my former kitchen that always was the hub of the home. I want my kitchen to be a place for conversation, laughter, and joy-a place for my little granddaughters to knead dough, bake cookies with me, and enjoy a licking-the-bowl good time like I did with my Nonnie, and my children did with my mother and me. Perhaps, tomorrow will be the day to sit back and say, "Ah, my kitchen is complete. I can move on to another room to organize. 

There are many more boxes awaiting me. For now, I contemplate on how to make my kitchen a place for loving gatherings with the following quote by Kitchens by Emma Reed in mind.

"Kitchen. Noun - A gathering place for friends and family. A place where memories are homemade and seasoned with love."

Day 23 of March SOLSC! #SOL21 at Two Writing Teachers.

Is your kitchen the gathering place in the home?