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Blue Wave Dream

 
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Can you guess how I got this photo? I’ll tell you later.

 
 
 
We walked across rolling hills of rich earth.
One woman ran far ahead, the other still in sight.
I followed slowly
wiggling my toes into layers of red-brown soil
that turned into golden sand
then into a slope of lush green grass.
My friend Dorothy sat down on a piece of cardboard
And slid down the hill with a smile on her face.
Having no cardboard, I did not want to get grass stains on my white skirt.
So, I danced and skipped down the cool grass,
ran up the next rise, and stood on a hill.
 
The beach below was deserted
except for Dorothy wading
into the royal azure water.

A swell as big as a house

Rose slowly in front of her.

She started swimming up the blue wave
that crested and then stood still,
Huge, peaceful, translucent.
 
I waded into the water
and saw her way up near the top of the wave.
She pointed below her at a hound dog
swimming under the water
like a fish, or a dolphin dog,
completely comfortable paddling
through the liquid blue Jello,
The dog breached occasionally to say hello,
while the giant wave just hung there waiting.
As I swam up the swell, I saw the hound dog
turn into a statue and drift down
to become an underwater memorial
 
Dorothy and I swam in the luxurious blueness
as we watched out feet wave like kelp
And the dog statue, now far below,
faded from sight, though not from memory.
We did not want to see beyond the swell, wanting it to last forever.

But finally, we reached the crest

On the other side a bridge
led back to “civilization.”
We swam that way because we knew it was our destination.
A soft beach rose to meet my feet.
I must have been dawdling
Because my friends were way ahead.
I followed their trail into a building
But didn’t see them.
I  desperately wanted to talk about our experience in the water,
To hold on to it, and know that it had really happened.
 
Then I realized I was in a hospital
walking down a hallway.
Confused, I thought I saw a room with a pool.
but when I looked in I didn’t see a pool,
Just a couch.
It was like a waiting room.
Children with light brown skin
Sat in the corner.
I wanted to tell them a story about a big blue wave
That lifted us up in the air and held us
For a moment when time slowed
And gave us a glimpse of something deeper.
But that’s when my dream ended.
 
 
 
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There have been many times in my life when I dreamed about giant waves that were frightening. This dream was very different. This giant, mysterious wave was patient and peaceful. I enjoyed seeing my friend Dorothy in my dream. The hound dog was Doodle who we lost several months ago. For a beautiful underwater video of  Christ in the Abyss, click here.
 
 
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I created the top photo by turning this bottle upside down and cropping the photo. Colored glass bottles are some of my favorite things. I collect mostly blue bottles, but also amber, green, yellow, and a couple red and purple ones. 


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Thursday Tree Love: Winter Magnolias and a Poem

tree love magnolias in winter

 

On a  breezy, gray winter day

Leaves rustled overhead.

It must have been magnolias

since their neighbor’s leaves were shed.

The living leaves clicked softly

Chiming in with whispers

Knowing some would soon make room

for lemon scented flowers.

Tree love magnolias in winter path

 

Some of the older magnolia leaves will drop off in early spring to make room for flowers. The magnolia flowers I see in my neighborhood have big, white petals with a hint of yellow and a lemony scent.

I thought this was an interesting trunk, Do you see a heart?

magnolia trunk

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 Here’s an older photo of a winter magnolia on a sunny day:

magnolia trunk face

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Thursday Tree Love is a photo feature hosted by Parul Thakur on the second and fourth Thursday of each month. For more Tree Love, visit:

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Guess What I Found in my Attic!

Last week, I worked on cleaning out my attic. It was a dirty, sneezy job. I hauled paper and cardboard to the recycle bin, trashed the un-recyclables, and salvaged the action figures for my grandsons.

action figures lined up

 

But the coolest thing I found in the attic was my poetry notebook from high school.

Notebook from 1972

 

One poem written in 1972 is “prophetic” as my husband called it. David’s family moved away at the end of tenth grade. I must have written this right after he left, hoping against the odds that I would see him again and believing our love would stay alive.

Notebook page from 1972

 

I was so full of hope at 16. Angsty hope. But David didn’t answer my last letter that summer of ’72, and life went on. Over the years, my first love became a distant memory.

If I’d found this notebook in my 30s, I would have shaken my head and thought, “How sappy.” But now, it reinforces that this love story was meant to be. Our love never died. It just went dormant and waited quietly for 39 years.

You can read about those 39 years and the lessons we learned along the way in

Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again.

Did I really know our love would stay alive? Or did I help manifest our re-connection? Was it all part of God’s plan? Did the angels see a window of opportunity and nudge us in the right direction?

I vote for all of the above.

Oh, how I wish today’s teenagers only had learning and love to deal with.

 

Hang on to your hopes.

 

Good things coming

 


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Queen of My Backyard

SOC winner 2017

I never really cared much for fine dining.

Well, maybe when I was  young and easily impressed.

Now, I like chips and guacamole.

Where I can be casually dressed.

I don’t care about fine wine before it’s time.

Though I seem to remember liking Gallo Rhine

Once upon a time. God knows why.

Fine china does not excite me,

But I like the blue and yellow flowered plate

I found at the mission thrift store.

blue and yellow flowered plate

The fine lines around my eyes

Have turned into creases

I’d like to be fine with that.

And the jelly in my thighs

Might go away if I exercise hard enough

But do I have that kind of time?

I’d rather make art that’s fun

And flows in blues and browns and greens

And dance with trees in my  backyard

Where I can be the queen.

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt was the word, “fine.”

To read many more Stream of Consciousness Saturday posts, visit Linda’s blog at:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/03/02/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-3-18/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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Motherly Love

(During the month of February, I plan to write about different kinds of love.

Thanks for reading. I look forward to your thoughts.)

 

JoAnne and Ayla baby at the beach (2)

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What a surprise to feel that pull on my heart,

Maternal instincts beyond my control.

Men can have those feelings, too.

But my heart, soul, and body,

Were in it for the long haul.

The intoxicating smell

 of soft downy heads

Embedded a bond

Stronger than

Smelly diapers,

Projectile vomiting,

Toddler tantrums,

And adolescent dramas

When I wondered who took my son

And twisted his devotion into gnarly knots?

Who hitched my girl to a marathon ride

On that emotional roller coaster

Without my permission?

Yet they both survived

the bullies and angst

To grow stronger,

To fly solo.

I open my hands

To. Let. Them. Go.

But my heart strings

Stretch across the miles

Through darkness and light,

Because a mother’s love never ends.

 

 

 


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Just Another Wave of Grief

April Evening Wave

 

I used to be good at math.

Now, the numbers get tangled up

With tax brackets and grief

Falling from my family tree

To cover the ground

Like dried up stars.

I have so much to be thankful for.

So much to be thankful for.

So much to be thankful for:

A good man who loves me

Who came before my father died,

That retirement gives me time

To deal with all this….

Is this just another wave of grief?

Holidays on the horizon?

Feeling my feelings more easily?

Now that I don’t have to be strong

All the time?

Is it just grief and the new role

as the senior family member

Against the backdrop of

All I have to be thankful for.

All I have to be thankful for.

All I have to be thankful for.

It must be time for a gratitude list.

(I started writing this Monday night and feel better now with some perspective.)

 


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Cherishing Mother Earth

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Cherish: Protect and care for lovingly. Hold dear. Keep in one’s mind.

 

path up hill in the forest

Created with love

She has everything we need.

Her soil anchors deep roots

for trees bearing fruit.

Her perfect blend of air

Fills our lungs with life.

Every morning,

She turns to the light

And knows when it’s time to rest.

air water and light (2)

 

She offers living water

Flowing freely

Raining tears of joy

Flooding in sorrow.

 

JoAnne in ocean

 

She knows we can do better.

She longs for all her children

To thrive with her,

To sing with her,

To cherish her diversity.

 

flower-meadow pixabay wild flowers

 

I love

Her deep wisdom,

Her ocean’s caress,

Her soft green hair,

 Her honeysuckle perfume,

The tart sweetness of pineapple,

The music of birdsong,

Wind rustling in treetops,

And the dynamic glow of sunset.

Tree in Winter Sunset

 

Her love offerings,

Beyond measure,

I will cherish

For the rest of my life,

Holding this love

Forever in my heart.

 

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(The above greenery and the flowers are from Pixabay. The other photos are from yours truly. )

https://cherishedblogfest.wordpress.com/

 The Cherished blogfest is hosted by Damyanti Biswas, Dan AntionCheryl PenningtonPeter NenaSharukh Bamboat, Mary Giese, and Kate PowellPaul Ruddockit is open to anyone who wants to tell the world about something or someone they cherish.

On a personal note, I’ll be busy with an estate sale this weekend and trying not to get overwhelmed, so it might take me a while to respond to comments and to read posts which I look forward to reading. But I didn’t want to miss out on the cherishing. Have a great weekend!


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Full Moon Tide

Moonrise reflections July 17

Shadow beneath

Glistening above

Silvery gold

Reflecting the sentinel

Your swells rise to me

Calling my name

In crashing waves

Alive with energy

I breathe in the magic

Of full moon tide.

 

I took this photo with my phone last night. The words came to me later as I moved closer, stood in the water, and felt the aliveness of the ocean. The photo does not quite capture her power. An hour earlier, she had knocked me down twice, but I had to laugh and say, “Okay, you win. Tonight is not the night for swimming.” But it was a night for gazing.

Today’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt was about magic, and while I thought of a few good songs, I decided to share this poem instead. The ocean in moonlight has always held a special magic for me.

Song Lyric Sunday