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A Day’s Journey Began Over 56 Days Ago — A Little of Walt Whitman Shared NaPoWriMo Day 30

The Last Day’s Journey

My favorite poet of all time is American Poet, Walt Whitman! Today, I wish to share with you two of his poems that speak to me in times like these.  I am surrouded by a million invisible miracles — I see them everywhere, but only when I take time to see. Cherish each moment, each ray of sunlight and each new strand of life around us.

Song to Myself
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the crow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night with any I love,
Or sit at a table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or the stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring,
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of waves—the ships with me in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

In Earth, My Likeness, Nature Poetry of Walt Whitman, Edited by Howard Nelson, 2010

A Day’s Journey began on March 6, 2020 over 54 days ago, with the Covid Health Crisis forcing my husband and I to start staying at home to protect our health, save the lives of others, and to help our first line health care workers to deal with the onslaught of sick and dying people from this new disease devastating our communities. Also, it hit so close to home with our daughter being sick with a respiratory illness starting in February then through March.  She has recovered but could not get tested at the time, but we do believe it was the Covid’s ugly virus that attacked her. Someday soon perhaps, she will be able to be tested for the Covid-19 antibodies.  Thank God that over time she healed!

During March and April, I watched my favorite show and characters, Claire & Jamie Frazer, in Season 7 of the Outlander Series on Starz. The Outlander Episode Five, The Ballad of Roger Mac, continued the story where the frontier family and settlers from America’s Fraser Ridge are involved in scrimages with the British Army. Roger, as a messenger, travels alone and tries to warn their friends to pull back as a British attack is imminent.  He falls into British hands, only to be hung from a tree and found after the scrimmage by Jamie & Clair. They take Roger down from the hanging tree and Claire performs a field trachometry, and he breathes again. He is alive! They take him home where Clair, who is a doctor, takes care of him throughout his recovery. Roger does get better and though he physically heals, he cannot speak. Clair comforts their family that Roger will indeed make a full recovery. She says, “You know what they say, time heals a thousand wounds!”

Then during that same time frame, I watched the 2019 movie staring Mel Gibson called, Professor & The Madman on Starz Movies. The movie is based on the true story of James Murray, a professor at Oxford University who created the first Oxford Dictionary with a team from Oxford and help from Dr. William Chester, who was imprisoned in an insane asslym for the murder of a man whom the doctor thought was going to kill him. Professor Murray befriends Dr. Chester, who answers an ad placed in a newspaper.

Dr. William Chester then goes on to write tens of thousands of new word entries for Professor Murray’s dictionary. The movie is excellent and moving as well. It brought me to a new understanding of how the Oxford Dicitonary came about and a historical look back at the years that went into its development.

So many images, experiences and words have stuck with me over this last month, and I have held onto re-ocurring thoughts dealing with time and healing.  As curiosity overtook me, I began to explore more about the origin of words and how their meanings evolve. Therefore, I decided to focus my new research starting with each word in the above quote, “Time heals a thousand wounds” focusing on each word, and trying to pull meaning related to these times today.

Time, Healing, Thousand Wounds
A point of time can be measured in minutes or days, but it also elapses over time. We mark the passage of time by events that are taking place, or will take place, or have taken place. We know time is held in the past, present, and future or taken as a whole.
The origin is of Old English tima, of Germanic roots; related to the word tide, which demonstrates the organic sense of ocean tides. The Encyclopedia Wikipedia states the earliest use of time as a verb dates back to the late Middle English as, in do something at the certain time.

The Oxford Dictionary entry for time states definitions for noun and verb:
The word time is a noun
1 what is measured in minutes, hours, days, etc.
TIME + VERB elapse, go by, pass As time went by we saw less and less of each other. The changing seasons mark the passing of time. | fly How time flies! | drag Time drags in this job. | healsth Time heals all wounds.

In reviewing the Oxford Collocation Dictionary, we can find the term “healsth time” with the explaintion of “heals all wounds”. Healsth time, healing time, and time heals, points to a common phrasing of an understood concept across cultures. Connecting healing and time together.

The phrase “in one’s own time” shows the linkage to time is an individual perception and each person may experience time differently as well as their course of healing. Indeed “time to heal” is shown to be dependant upon many factors such as age, gender, race, religion, poverty, access to care, access to medicines, as well as, the individual decisions that we all make by our own actions, both invidually and collectively as a society.

Perhaps “time” and “healing” do somehow go hand-in-hand; i.e., as we know that extending both physical, mental and emotional recoveries for a period of time can extend/renew a life, heal a sickness, or repair “a thousand wounds”. When we use the word “thousand” it is done so as a strong adverb relating to boundless injuries or wounds.

Historically, we can find evidence of “time heals wounds” being used in Roman times through the comic plays of Terence, a Roman playwright. His plays were performed in public from 170 BC and 160 BC. “In Act III, scene 1, line 12 (421) various translations would be: Time removes distress, time heals all wounds and time assuages sorrow”. [Wikiquote.org <ahref=”http://en.m.wikiquote.org”>en.m.wikiquote.orgsource)%5D

To be continued . . .

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Fearless Writing Helps April National Poetry Month Day 28

Fearless Writing Helps

Fearless writing
What’s that?
Crescent teaches this technique
It’s really not that oblique
Allowing words to be written
Even just for a simple quicken
Words I write
Onto four-hundred and ninety-three pages
Who counts?
I do

Thank you Crescent Dragonwagon for giving me a framework to write each day!


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Pandemic Hair NaPoWriMo Day 27

Pandemic Hair

Pandemic hair, what the hell?
Forty-three days of staying home
Who can stand this anymore?
My grey hair has grown so long
It’s unthinkable
I look like someone in a depression era photograph
Held captive
I got to cut this
Garden shears or paper cutter
Take it off

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A Little KFC Goes A Mighty Long Way NaPoWriMo Day 26

A Little KFC Goes A Mighty Long Way

I’m off on a roaming road trip
Meeting a dear friend at an interstate exit
A parking-lot meetup during the covid days
Order’s up
Going through the KFC drive through
Grabbing our boxes of original chicken
One breast and two chicken wings
And sides of mashpotatoes and cole slaw
Don’t forget grandmas’ biscuits
Fried chicken smells fills the car
I can’t wait!
Each in our own cars
Underneath some shade trees in the middle of the parking lot
We set up shop
Red and blue camp chairs six feet apart
Greeting each other with loud cheers
But no embrace
We are under covid rules these days
We welcome the reprive
Opening our KFC boxes we exclaim
“My what a difference a little KFC makes!”
We devour our chicken and sides, biscuit and cookies
Down to the very last morsel
Leaving but a few crumbs on the pavement for the birds

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Surf’s Up NaPoWriMo Day 24

Surf’s Up

This is my prayer to you Hughie Dewey!
To live life by the sea
To see the sunrise over ocean waters
To hear the sea breeze as it comes onto shore
To mount your surf board and ride the best waves
Yes, to feel again!

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Mr. Judge Me Not #NaPoWriMo Day 23

Mr. Judge Me Not

Judge me not, Oh, sir
As I have waited for this day for so long
To sit myself by the water in full sunshine and delight
Oh, joy finds me always when
I can just simply sit!
— Come my day —

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Night Skies April National Poetry Month Day 21

Night Skies

Standing in the night void
Empty Black Oak and Hickory trees lean in
Lyrids Meteor Showers arrive in April’s clear night skies
Lighting up the sky along with our next door neighbors
Neptune, Mars and Venus
And the Man in the Moon exits now
As he fades into the new moon
Dark, but all still here!

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It’s OK to just be . . . April National Poetry Month Day 20

It’s OK to just be . . .

Nature is still here
Just outside your window
Breathe in

Life is precious
Life rebounds
Life renews

Feel the gentle breeze
Hear the bird song
See the blue blue sky

Look for the day moon
Just be where you are
It’s Ok to just be today

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Easter Candles April National Poetry Month Day 18

Easter Candles

Scrub mountian pine trees
Put on
Spruce up
And stretch to the blue blue skies
Building their own castles
High in the sky
Easter candles
All in the new season
Flowers getting ready to open
Pines ready to begin their new growth
Nourishment abounds


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A New Season April National Poetry Month Day 16


God’s light shines through nature,
We walk the fields
We walk the paths
We walk the roads

Beauty surrounds us
If we take time to see
If we walk outside

Even in empty spaces
Green grass still grows
Beautiful flowers still bloom

Reminding us that, yes,
This new season shall pass too
Hearts still grow!

#napowrimo #covid-19 #stayathome #maskwalking #shadowleaves

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I AM April National Poetry Month Day 15


I’m standing on my own two feet
I’m thankful to be alive
I am reslient
I can do this
I can perserver
I am patient
I can find and create
I can decide how to live my day
I am beginning the next chapter of my life

Even in the midst of raging Covid days

#napowrimo #covid-19 #stayathome #maskwalking

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Home Alone April National Poetry Month Day 14

Home Alone

Loneliness – I have real cabin fever! Gotta get outside more and walk.

Home alone
Never felt this before
In this way 
Time has shifted
Mind existing
Along only the margins of living
Edges have split
Harder to find my bearings
Harder to define my space
Where I am
Corner to corner
Wall to wall
I feel
I believe
Where I exist
Here, I am
Here, I can do
Here, I can be