Monday, March 23, 2015

Spring

I know I've not posted here as often as in the past...
I've thought about it,
does that count?

I'm finding my way at work,
getting more sure of my role,
what I want to accomplish
and how to do it!

The whole executive, decision making, 
working full time part of my brain 
has been reactivated - 
and the lyrical, more contemplative side 
has been left in the dust - 
or at least finding expression in different ways.

I've been doing improv, acting and writing with a group
and
painting furniture -
a huge old red bookshelf 
that always seemed to loom so large
has been rejuvenated and muted 
at the same time -
and I love it!

Signs of spring have popped up -
almost without my conscious awareness.




There's change afoot
for family members 
and myself.

Things going on that I can only catch glimpses of

and which haven't fully developed enough to even talk about.

Life is happening here
and it's all unfolding as it was meant to.

Life is good.


Saturday, March 21, 2015

#Ferguson

It's strange how much events of the past few months -
in a town 12 miles to the north -
can change your perspective on things;
even on small 'colored'
marshmallow things!
I keep a supply of Peeps in my freezer year round.

My 'models' for whenever inspiration strikes!

What? 
You thought I created all the Peep Shows during Lent?

Nope!
Some were done in the fall or winter preceding Lent, 
some during the summer right after Easter!
Like I said, 
whenever the mood strikes.

Some which were done earlier 
have a whole different interpretation now,
so much so,
that I've hesitated to use them ...

I WILL use them, 
but it feels a bit different now.


Hopefully, we can all find common ground soon!


Monday, March 16, 2015

Lenten Peeps

WHEN will this spring obsession stop?
If only there was cash involved with playing with food!








Sorry, it's still too much fun!

Friday, March 13, 2015

A good day

It was just the reminder I needed.

The ‘why’ of why I came back to work in pediatrics; 
 the chatter and laughter of kids, 
conversations at once so random, yet so focused, 
bouncing from dads death, 
to stepfathers incarceration
 to “I spy” 
to a new foster home 
to shoes that light up when you walk 
to guessing my age. 

 The guesses, btw, started out in the low 30’s 
(got to love kids who don’t see wrinkles and grey hair the same way I do!) 
and crept up to the 60’s in a matter of seconds. 

When one of the kids guessed correctly (65), 
I said, “That’s old, isn’t it?” 
to which, in chorus, 
they hastily replied, 
No, 70 is old; you’ve still got 5 good years left!”


I’ve missed the honesty and freshness of children’s take on the world – 
and given all the drama these kids witnessed
 before being placed in the foster care system, 
it’s nothing short of a miracle 
that they still laugh and chatter at all. 

I spent hours today with kids who reminded me 
about resilience, 
the spirits ability to hang onto hope for a better day 
and the gift of laughter. 

It belied all the concerns I had about it being
 Friday the 13th.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Judgement Day

aka Jury Duty.

Only, in my case, it was just one day!

With all my experience testifying 
before so many judges
and so many attorneys
no one wanted me!

Dismissed -
and I'm delighted.

Clearly all of the judging of peers 
was confined to the waiting room!

Thursday, March 5, 2015

still

It’s not that I’m without opinions. 
When did you ever know that to be the case?

I read news on line;
I watch documentaries on demand;
I see my news feed on social media flooded in equal measure 
with all manner of indignities and outrage – 
alongside babies, 
puppies and 
the dreaded cat videos.

I look around and see what a mess this world is 
and I feel that I should weigh in

Death penalty = bad.
I would refuse to serve on a jury where that is an option 
and I’m glad a Georgia death row prisoner
found God and redemption 
through Theological studies while waiting to die… 
but I can’t help wondering who her husband 
(the one she orchestrated having whacked) 
might have evolved into if he’d been given the same gifts 
of a free education,
 time for prayer and reflection 
and continued life.

The Oscars – meh… 
Delighted Eddie Redmayne won for his portrayal of Steven Hawking. 
Despite all the talk about Michael Keaton winning for Birdman, 
in my mind,
 there was NO comparison. 
A man trapped in his own body 
who continued to believe in love
and transcendent hope of the human spirit 
vs 
a man trapped in his own role and ego 
who descends into madness and despair… 
like I said – 
no contest.

Kim Kardashian as a platinum blonde? 
No… just no. 
Any Kardashian - for any reason -
no, just no.

Can’t even begin to describe how disturbing I find ALL the politicos - 
in both parties - 
being mentioned as Presidential candidates –
especially when I think we deserve at least another years reprieve 
before that crazy train pulls into the station. 
My heart is on Elizabeth Warren
~~~~~~~~~~
My Camino Zen continues to inform me 
that all the strum and dirge amounts to nothing.

Ranting and raving accomplishes 
only the raising of my blood pressure.

So I go to work, 
get a teeny bit more comfortable with all the new things expected of me 
with each passing day; 
see family and friends, 
read 
play with my camera,

and create with paint.

Not exactly the stuff of great blogs… 
which is why I’ve gone quiet.

I’m not sure when ambition, passion or fervor 
will sift their way back into my being, 
but I’m content, especially during Lent,
to live a more introspective life.

Peace, my friends

Monday, March 2, 2015

I had forgotten

how consuming work can be;
how tough it is to balance a full time job,
my work at church -
both serious 
(being on vestry)
and fun 
(collaborating with visiting artists from a nearby University
 on a writing/drama project
based on our perceptions of 'the other',
similar to "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner")
and
dealing with new current realities -
both weather related
and a new medical diagnosis.

What I hadn't forgotten is how important it is
to find time for fun...


 I'm here;
trying to find balance.

Monday, February 23, 2015

The question

The question is less
"Whose fault is the flood?"
than
"Who is able to mop?"

There are many problems in our city,
our country,
our world;
for 11 months,
I've sat on the sidelines
and contemplated them all.

A mop has been handed to me -
and I'm back in the game of cleaning up.
It's time.

First 'official' day is tomorrow.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Weeks end ...

Tea Roses!




It's been too long!

But its been a discouraging week
since I was disfigured and disabled by arthritis

and I needed something cheerful;
I couldn't do much else - 
but admire flowers, 
get xrays, bloodwork,
wait for the swelling to go down
and push a camera button!

Yesterday my finger felt like it was one minute away 
from needing a fasciotomy!

As my Peeps will say in a few days -

I need beauty!



Writing with a pen is impossible,
even typing hurts;
hoping this flare recedes before I start working again full time!

Feeling as bleak as the weather.



Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Being wrong

Have you considered the possibility 
that everything you believe is wrong,
not merely off a bit, 
but totally wrong,
nothing like things as they really are?
If you’ve done this, 
you know how durably fragile 
those phantoms we hold in our heads are,
those wisps of thought 
that people die and kill for,
betray lovers for, 
give up lifelong friendships for.

If you’ve not done this, 
you probably don’t understand this poem 
or think it’s not even a poem, 
but a bit of opaque nonsense,
occupying too much of your day’s time, 
so you probably should stop reading it here, 
now.
But if you’ve arrived at this line,
maybe, 
just maybe, 
you’re open to that possibility,
the possibility of being absolutely completely wrong,
about everything that matters.

How different the world seems then. 
everyone who was your enemy is your friend,
everything you hated, 
you now love,
and everything you love 
slips through your fingers 
like sand.

All of this is my way of saying
I'm still here;
struggling with working again,
finding time for self and soul
and
being proven wrong about many things.

It's exciting,
it's scary,
it's real life.

More later.