a poem for Spring 🌷🌷🌷
Instructions on Not Giving Up
by Ada Limon
More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.
I sat outside watching the morning being born, sitting at my patio table. Listening to the world awaken, heard the voice of the wind playing among the wind chimes, the birds singing the sun up and celebrating the new day at hand. I felt the warmth of my coffee mug as I cupped my hands around it and watched the steam rise in the chill morning air. Breathed in the fragrance...savored the taste. As the sun climbed the sky I saw the colors of the redbud blooms as well as the forsythia and bridal veil spirea, the wispy mist of baby green leaves on the hardwoods and the rushing river of wind in the pines.
Saw my deer friends arrive to eat the breakfast feed I had placed out for them, the birds coming to the feeders and the faces of my pets watching from the window.(they had had their breakfast and walks earlier and then enclosed porch time) They know when I go out like this ... it's my time... to connect to my space here on Earth. The one thing that stood out to me this morning? I am blessed that I had this moment of Peace and all needs met fully present in the moment. A brief period of time in which to put aside the fears and the angst that is our country at this time.
Yes..it feels hard to be fighting the same evils and hatred we have battled for at least 248 years in this country. As I pondered on it ... I was struck by the realization.... should mankind succeed in removing itself from the face of the Earth.. the Earth and Mother Nature and most of the other life forms we share this planet with would thrive and we'd be a wound healed and a scar left upon their consciousness. We were charged to be better stewards of the wonders and resources of this planet... to love and care for each living being .... I hope and pray... we can do that. I believe with all my heart that all deserve food/shelter/healthcare and education, as well as respect for differences.
I have no idea where to post this, so I'll put it here. My mom somehow lost her keys somewhere in or around the house. She usually drops them on the kitchen counter when she comes in, but they're not there. We've searched the car, the garage, every drawer and cabinet in the kitchen, her entire bedroom and bathroom, the clothes she was wearing, the trash can, the recycling bin, even the refrigerator and freezers, and they're nowhere to be found. They have to be here somewhere because she obviously drove home yesterday, but we are completely at a loss, and I'm desperate. If anyone has any visions/remote viewing/whatever/anything that might help, I would really appreciate it because I'm at my wits end.
@tgraf66 okay for what it’s worth as I read your post I had a flash of a few brick steps, black wrought iron railing, and shrubbery to the left like boxwoods - evergreen- could not see to the right.
my viewpoint was as if I were standing in a doorway looking down at the steps. Maybe check around the dirt
have no idea if this is anything helpful. It came instantly so I decided to go with it.
good luck.
@tgraf66 also, ask St Anthony, patron saint of lost things, for help. (St. Anthony of Padua - he was Franciscan).
That’s what I do when I can’t find my phone. Am not Catholic but I inherited a St. Anthony medal on a bracelet. It found its way to the right person, chronic phone misplacer.
Thank you everyone for "looking" with me. Mom did finally find her keys...in the pocket of the pants she had worn to church the day before. 🙄 She said she remembered that she had to change clothes really quickly, and since she had only worn them for a few hours, so she just hung them back up in the closet instead of putting them in the laundry. Then she promptly forgot. *sigh*
I don't know where to put this so I am putting it here.
For the last week I've been getting signals that maybe I should apply to be a substitute teacher. I saw a big sign requesting people apply when I passed a school a few nights ago. Then for the last two nights I've had dreams where people said I should apply. I'm recently retired. I have plenty of credentials. Part of my job involved classroom teaching at college level (grad and undergrad). I also recently started a volunteer job at the visitor center at a nearby state park. Some of it involves selling stuff to raise money for the park and some of it involves answering people's questions about the park and the nature therein. I enjoy helping people learn, as long as they actually are interested.
But I don't want to walk into a classroom full of kids who don't want to be there and who get their jollies taking advantage of a sub. I don't need more stress in my life. I am not desperate for the income (though with t and minions destroying the economy and threatening social security, that could change.)
I was wondering if anyone had any thoughts about this? Any experiences (good or bad) acting as a sub teacher? Any vibes about whether the universe is actually speaking to me or whether my brain is just processing daily info?