All posts tagged: writing

Detroit, Anyone? I did not take my knitting . . .

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Yes, we chose Detroit for a little R & R.  Why, you might ask?  Here are a few reasons. “One of the most beautiful homes on Airbnb. This is a 4 bedroom, 4 bathroom historic home in one of the most beautiful, one of a kind neighborhood of Detroit. Woodbridge is in Midtown, and a mile from most of Detroit’s finest sights, art, and stadiums. My wife and I are in Greece for at least six months helping refugees and your stay is our only revenue keeping us there. Thank you!” Why think twice?  This is where we stayed. The gardens out back were very representative of an English garden, overgrown vines as far as the eye could see whether in nature, or otherwise. The front porch was lovely for relaxation or as a backdrop for photo taking a couple on the go. Did you know the Detroit Institute of the Arts is ranked 9th of best museums within the United States?  Very impressive by all of our (critical) standards. The museum offers a variety …

A Valentine for Late Hubby

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Roses are red Violets blue Your loved ones Are remembering The day I married you! Roses are Red Violets blue now collected in my heart are memories of you Roses are red Violets indeed are blue I will stop by and blow a kiss to you Life does go on whether we like it or not, tis true I can no longer say Happy Anniversary to you It is a constant that roses are red and violets blue As with things tangible we can count on remain true Roses are red Violets are blue Life is now offering A new point of view.  

The Cardinal

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Fly, fly said the mother listing, fluttering giving everything she had One day, the wind at her back off she flew. Soaring slowly at first finding her way nature as her compass happily living her life. Sensed danger things not right fearful, fragile and unknowing the worst was yet to come. It happened. off guard unguarded guardedly not knowing where to turn. Oh, a gathering of love. Unable to receive, hawk talons mighty like prison bars. The sky turned ever so slowly the mist overhead the cardinal was able to catch a breath. Fly, fly said the mother listing, fluttering giving everything she had she is flying again taking on new terrain. A bit tentative a bit wiser, wanting to return however realizing it is to a new world.

Coping with Great Loss, Intentional Moves

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I don’t know what the psychologists would say but I certainly know what my heart and mind are saying and I am listening.  Here is what has been going on with me.  Each of these moves are or has been intentional to help cope with the great losses I have experienced this horrific year.  Do not read into the order as truly many if not most of these things are happening simultaneously.  Adopted Lady.  By adopted, I really mean accepted her as my own.  I continue to grieve and have a good dose of guilt about Lizzie (please do not try to tell me otherwise) and continue to pray her new family loves her the way I did.   Articles on Health and Wellness always include how owning a pet aids to a person’s overall sense of well being.   Going out on a Monday night.  Now twice.  Much fun.  Enough said. Furniture give-away, furniture purchase.  Pieces I associated with bad memories have been thoughtfully given away which then changes their memory to the positive and …

Change

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Who is he? What does he know? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow? While habits unfamiliar, we find our way Each day different, “one day at a time”, we say. like the crystals in a kaleidoscope, one turn and the reaction unfolds. Silence from others, busily living as the world turns we carry on In case you were wondering, he is sweet and tender as always, during this complicated time.

Blooms of Copper

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Copper garment, “Orange is the new black.” “Absolutely retro, yet undeniably modern.” “Is it a tunic or sweater?” Symbol of life change. Simple style while coping with the complicated. Vintage yarn at hand, modern technique repairing life lines. Busy constructing, resting to heal Strong statement, rebuilding strength. The tiger lilies recently transplanted in a courtyard otherwise unruffled from one garden to another. Today, to my surprise blooms of copper, in a sea of green just two of them . . . for now to welcome my best friend home. Thank you to my dear knitting friend, Gina for the rooted cuttings and whose constant and continual support helps me to go on and for Sarah, a blog writer whose words were of inspiration to me.  I cannot forget Denise and Terry who are constants in the VK Challenge.     Copper garment details, HERE.

My Sister

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Today was my sister’s Memorial.  It brought family and friends together, Even friends from our childhood and colleagues from the past attended..  Sweet music, a quiet ambiance, and an Irish poem filled the air with remembrance of Emmy.  I wrote and recited this poem. My Sister As a toddler, I was told she was special. Special? What does that mean? I thought she was just like me. So, of course as a child does, I gave her dirty looks, stuck my tongue out at her, pulled her hair, hit her over the head, and ate candy out of her toys. She was my older sister, my only sibling, then. Isn’t that what you did? During our childhood years, Emmy went away. In those days, it seemed the course of action. Went to live somewhere else. I didn’t ask too many questions comforted that our parents were visiting her. Why did she leave us? I wondered . . . but not enough to ask. I didn’t think so much about my sister. Emmy was coming home! Change …

On Fitness

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I haven’t written about health and wellness in awhile.  It is not because I have been negligent rather, I wanted to collect some data to share and show that exercise continues to be alive and well in my retirement  life. When I retired, I said there were three things I wanted to focus on.  They were and continue to be:  knitting [of course], running, and writing/reading.   In my knitting life, I knew I would be attacking the stash working up projects I had only wished/dreamed of finishing.  UPDATE:  I moved OUT a piece of furniture that was housing yarn as those bundled fibers are now finished objects!