Gray morning, mixed feelings. At times I so long for yesterday, the comfort of the known, history and friends, simplicity of what has already happened. Simplicity of being a child. So I linger there for a moment, smile, reflect and then turn away to face to the new day. The new opportunity, the new challenges. I drove up to Taft California last night - my mothers birthplace - to join in a celebration of the Chamber of Commerce and all the local businesses. Im drawn to Taft, not only because its my mothers birthplace and a town where I spent so many days of my carefree youth, but also it is America. Main Street America. The lifeblood of our country. Diversity. Respect of differences yet working together as a community - on a first name basis. It too is flawed, Im sure, as we are all ingredients of the greater stew, a country working to right itself of so many wrongs. But you do feel in Taft a sense that it can happen. The will of the people, the determination is evident. And as always, at least for me, you feel it in family, faith and community. My way might not be your way, but the basics of human decency, respect and compassion are shared by all. And joy. And Grace. And kindness. Thank you Taft. You let me remember the past, you let me reflect but also encourage me to face the new day, the new challenge, the new opportunity. Now, as for our poem... Im getting some serious feedback personally from friends and family! We have something extraordinary going on here! I think when we started I was very open that I havent, over the years, really understood poetry. I wish I was hipper than that, but frankly, thats just the plain truth. But in what we are compiling I have found a new love for words, coming from a variety of directions and purpose - creating a story - a story that is being formed in my mind as I read. I now understand poetry better. I see, at least for me, the ability created to interpret words - loose words without absolute structure and assign them to my mind a purpose, a personal purpose. In short, our poem may mean one thing to me and something completely different to you, but we are bound in the journey of interpretation, thats where we are connected. I suppose its that way for most art, certainly paintings, but you have given me a love for poetry - at the ripe age of 59! Incredible. Magnificent... Here are the lines I selected today. And again, if I didnt select yours its not that they werent incredible, most all were, but rather, they simply seemed to continue the story Im seeing in my minds eye: Here are the lines: and the two are becoming one My breath a whisper from the start. It covers miles of unchartered seas. Forever in today it seems, I know my heart is worn, Lost thoughts of lifetime’s sorrows, My soul is surely torn. Im doing some editing and putting them in this order: Strung together it goes like this: The sunlight hit the window sill and the snow began to melt; Love did the same to the fears the child in me still felt. So many memories now ribbons in time. I lingered there for a moment both child and man, a sense of wonder and grace in all the beauty I see before me. The past is hard to surrender while the sun lights the road ahead to guide such souls as mine. Perhaps the essence of our beings to embrace are the little things we have to chase into our time and space. Time that leaves, and time that sees; The sweet harmony of the stillness yet unheard , calming us deep within. My heart is hearing your heart, my breath a whisper from the start. The two becoming one forever in today it seems, lost thoughts of lifetimes sorrows. My soul is surely torn. Go to top of page. I think this is where I started today. Mixed emotions. I see now my heart and your hearts are surely becoming one. Keep em coming! cb
Posted on: Fri, 07 Feb 2014 16:45:36 +0000
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