Mistakes Happen

Why is it we learn so much when things don’t go as planned?  I ponder this again after not thinking things through and doing my homework before entering the art show I participated in last weekend.

Mistakes happen

Errors of judgment

Unpleasant results

Usually expensive

Literally & figuratively

Missed – takes

Such

Learning opportunities

In this university of life

This education is exhausting

But apparently required

To reach one’s true destination

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To the Homeless Man on the Street Corner

I saw you there

As I waited in queue to turn left

Windshield wipers chasing furious raindrops

The wind buffeting your cardboard sign

HOMELESS

JUST GOT JOB

NEED MONEY FOR WORKBOOTS

PLEASE HELP

The line of cars began to move forward

I turned left, not stopping for the man

Shame spreading down to my toes

In warm leather shoes.

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This experience happened to me last week as I was leaving the grocery store parking lot.  Why do I freeze up when I see homeless people on street corners asking for money? No matter what the backstory, these people are in need and they aren’t out stealing for it.

I live on a very modest income but I have enough to where I contribute to charities monthly.  Maybe it’s seeing the actual face of need in person? All I know is that I did not go back through the traffic but I am making a commitment to change.

I just started following a blog by Cristian Mihai. Cristian is a talented writer from Romania with some type of serious, ongoing medical issues that appear to keep him housebound. He has put out a plea for donations to help pay is medical bills after his attempt to sell reblogs & books has not been enough.  In a sense, he has put himself on a virtual street corner.  To be honest, that same morning I had read his post, I felt the same hesitancy as when I drove past the man on the street corner. When I got home I made immediately made a donation to him on his Pay Pal account.

Times are tough for many in the world, but there is enough to go around if the wealth is spread.  Cristian has over 120,000 followers.  If every one of those followers donated $.15, his 8,000 medical treatment could be covered.  I am humbled when I think of when back to when my son was critically ill as an infant. Friends and strangers stepped up to help out.  Generosity is something I need to continue working on.

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Straight Lines

This little ditty was inspired by another blogger who had taken the time to read my post on Escaping Perfectionism and liked it.  So I  returned the visit (he has a very nice blog by the way).  In his ABOUT page he said he could not draw a straight line.  This got me to thinking about this commonly said phrase implying one has no artistic talent.  Exactly, what is so great about drawing a straight line? What a boring thing to aspire to.  This one is for you Cristian!

STRAIGHT LINES

You say you can’t draw a line that’s straight

MARVELOUS!

That’s what rulers are for

 Do zig and  zag and loop de loop them

And think of straight no more.

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Weighing In

You have the power
To make or break my day
You square, heartless ogre
Lying in a dark recess
Of my bathroom floor.

Gingerly I place one bare foot
Then the other
On your cold, gleaming surface
Waiting for that number
That ungodly number
To glow in your digital eye.

Usually, I step off grumpy
My score undeserving
Of my goodness the past week.
It’s a rare day
When I can celebrate.

It’s an injustice
I have to endure
For something has to keep me
& my low metabolism in check
Ensuring my pants remain
Easily buttoned.

But this morning
F.U.
I’m savoring that steaming cup of coffee
With real cream
Munching on that sumptuous cookie
Laced wth butter & cinnamon
& laugh all the way out of the house
Brushing the crumbs off my coat
As the screen door
Slams shut behind me.

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24/7

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We are all open on Sunday

And available

24/7

Texting, tweeting

Surfing, checking

Posting, blogging

Multi-tasking

Thumbs dancing

Thoughts racing

To the point our roots

Have pulled from the earth

& screens are the master of our minds.

Surrender the busy- ness

To the being- ness

To the pause between

The in & out of the breath

The rhythm of the beating heart.

dandelion-1557110_1280Go outside & gaze at the sky

Feel the wind on your face

Your feet on the ground

Wrap your arms around your people

And give thanks for the day.

 

 

Listing Maya Angelou

On Feb. 21st I had the pleasure of watching “And Still I Rise,” a phenomenal new documentary about the life of Maya Angelou.  Years ago I read & loved I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings & some of her poetry- but until I watched this program, I truly didn’t understand her greatness.  This poem was inspired from this experience.

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Daughter

Mother

Singer

Dancer

*

Actor

Reader

Writer

Thinker

*

Poet

Seeker

Orator

Teacher

*

Leader

Lover

Giver

Inspirer

*

Courageous

African

American

Proud

*

Black 

Woman

AP OBIT MAYA ANGELOU A FILE USA DC