My morning write ~
The morning sun
just touched my day ~
A Monostitch Poem
My morning write ~
The morning sun
just touched my day ~
A Monostitch Poem
“Lake Ann along Bear Hallow”
My morning write,
OLD MAN BEAR
My shoulders are wrapped around by a high mountain ridge
framing blue skies and lake waters
sitting amongst green lush woodlands
beside the hallows belonging to old man Bear and I
we sit along the shores
watching morning fade into the brightness of day
each of us becoming whole again
where does time go off to?
My morning write –
Steps I Walk
light scented air
filled with earth and sky
unfolding and then
landing on the dew
My morning write –
morning held in grey
rain drops fall from one leaf to another
slow gentle arkansas rain
a storm passing
unseen now seen
Do you know his name?
an innocent black man
held down by force
until he died
face down in the street
“I cant breathe”
“I cant breathe”
in front of our eyes
he takes his last breath
and awakens a spirit
as people stand up
saying enough is enough
rules need to change
back to community protection
we are not a war zone or battlefield
demilitarizing our police
from 9/11 terrorism mind set
us against them
rise people rise
now is the time
take new steps
to the light
to civil rights for all
we are all equal under the law
Now he is Free
Will you remember his name?
SKY & I
I deeply breathe in
the same air as mighty oaks
and hold onto the fresh scented summer air
the winds as they rush wildly through
Underneath nature’s sky dome
sitting side-by-side with forested trees
looking up in beauty
while white summer clouds
move over Lake Ann’s cove
We are one ~
sky & I are the same
trees & lake waters & God’s green earth
the wind & I are too
I choose life
I choose love
Recapping Gail Cowdin’s Video from May 13, 2020
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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?
, 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. | .
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 . . .
Simple Haiku 5/7/5
Empty and ragged
A flower pot on the rail
Only the lonely
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
Thank you Crescent Dragonwagon for giving me a framework to write each day!
Pandemic hair, what the hell?
Forty-three days of staying home
Who can stand this anymore?
My grey hair has grown so long
I look like someone in a depression era photograph
I got to cut this
Garden shears or paper cutter
Take it off
I’m off on a roaming road trip
Meeting a dear friend at an interstate exit
A parking-lot meetup during the covid days
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
Gather your dreams
And once again go forth
Embark on a new journey
In a completly different way
Turn the page
Sit in the sun
Face the world anew!
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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