A First-Class Woman
Cold
Tired
Watching first-class people
Get first-class service
In rows
Directly in front of me
Listening
To weary discontent
In my heart Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Tag: Self-reflection
November 3, 2016
October 30, 2016
Life Lite | A Dream Revisited
~~~A woman free of her heavy load, trusting.
I can’t stop thinking about my dream, Life Rearranged. Especially the part about that awkward load I was carrying around. It wasn’t even in a bag. I was carrying it in my hands and over my arm. The way I carry folded and unfolded laundry upstairs to put it away. Read the rest of this entry »
October 23, 2016
The Star’s whole Secret —
Stars over Lake Irene, Rocky Mountain National Park, Erik Stensland Photo
For over a month I’ve been going back to this poem from Emily Dickinson, trying to figure it out. Sometimes I think I get it. Other times I feel like giving up. My comments follow.
The Outer – from the Inner
Derives its Magnitude –
‘Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
As is the Central Mood –The fine – unvarying Axis
That regulates the Wheel –
Though Spokes – spin – more conspicuous
And fling a dust – the while.The Inner – paints the Outer –
The Brush without the Hand –
Its Picture publishes – precise –
As is the inner Brand –On fine – Arterial Canvas –
A Cheek – perchance a Brow –
The Star’s whole Secret – in the Lake –
Eyes were not meant to know.c. 1862
Emily Dickinson Poems, Edited by Brenda Hillman
Shambhala Pocket Classics, Shambhala 1995
The first few times I read this poem I wanted it to say something like this: Read the rest of this entry »
September 25, 2016
For the rest of my life….
What will I do with the rest of my life?
Weeks ago my pastor preached a sermon on this. The topic was both amusing and serious. Amusing because there isn’t that much left of ‘the rest of my life.’ Read the rest of this entry »
September 23, 2016
What kept me afloat?
~~~~~Floating blossoms in an urn at Chanticleer Gardens, Sept 2016
After reading my dream, a friend asked this question: “What has already been keeping you afloat?”
I’m not drowning in the dream, though I fear some monster lurking beneath the surface might make a meal of me. Instead, it seems I’ve been floating on the Yangtze River for a while, perhaps more than 70 years. Read the rest of this entry »
September 18, 2016
We grow accustomed to the Dark —
For several weeks I’ve been drawn to Emily Dickinson’s poem below. I wonder where it might find you today. My comments and personal reflection follow the poem. Read the rest of this entry »
September 4, 2016
Sabbath Patience?
I’m tired of resting.
Tired of following my daily recovery routine.
Tired of regularly hoisting my feet onto the sofa and doing nothing. Read the rest of this entry »
March 7, 2016
I could not prove the Years had feet
Last week I discovered this delightful poem by Emily Dickinson. She was about 32 years old when she wrote it. It’s full of wisdom and a touch of self-directed humor. Read the rest of this entry »
February 22, 2016
Whose stuff is this anyway? | A Dream
The photo above isn’t at all connected to my dream. It is, however, a magnificent view of a tiny corner of stuff the good people at Longwood Gardens take care of so I don’t have to take care of it! Isn’t that wonderful? I think so.
Now here’s the dream. Read the rest of this entry »
February 1, 2016
Shades of Swollen Rhetoric
I live in Truth—
Not in photo-shopped Shades of Vicarious Color
I am what I am.
I tell the Truth—
Not in misleading Shades of Precarious Ambiguities
You know I’m right.
I walk in Light—
Not in dastardly Shades of Nefarious Warmongers
I’m on your side.
Trust me.
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This primary election season Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 