Sunday, August 31, 2014

Tam Lin Neville

I just read this poem by Tam Lin Neville -- I love it.


I Study the Sky

how it changes,
a cloud, bursting, its colors,
fierce at first, fast disappearing.
Another brushes in, this whisper I can hear
forming and reforming,
silken mesh dissolving,
unraveled, rewoven.
My self is kin to this cloth,
these shades of pink, purple,
lavender, gray.
Then night sinks over
my cigarette's ember.
Its ash glows red in the wind.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Helping a Broken Bone to Heal

https://mail.google.com/mail/#inbox/1475679f6d09a744

Integrity

Living with integrity means: Not settling for less than what you know you deserve in your relationships. Asking for what you want and need from others. Speaking your truth, even though it might create conflict or tension. Behaving in ways that are in harmony with your personal values. Making choices based on what you believe, and not what others believe.

― Barbara De Angelis 

Monday, August 25, 2014

What I Have to be Grateful For

The focus is once again on gratitude.  Looking back over my first summer in Durham, I'm grateful:

1.  For fun -- the Festival on the Eno, the American Dance Festival, Carolina Theater, free movies, the Full Frame -- all very up-lifting and enjoyable.
2.  The abundance of wellness meetings
3.  Much improved health care over Tarboro
4.  My church
5.  Doing my best
6.  Signing up for a water color course
7.  Having my first grandchild
8.  Finding a doctor and a dentist
9.  Finding a potential place to rehab after my surgery
10. Seeing a ladybug on my desk just now
11. It's quiet now.
12.  I thought of 3 things I like about my upstairs neighbor - she's nice, she wants to be a physical therapist, and she let me borrow 2 eggs recently
13.  My church -- did I already say that?
14. The Y at Chapel Hill
15. The awesome library system here.
16.  Isabella
17.  The Vision for You Group
18.  So much help for my move, especially brother
19,  Hoping a trip to see my granddaughter will work out
20.  Healthy food to eat
21.  The Aldi store nearby
22.  No refined sugar in 2 years
23.  Martha Joy and Ed in Boston
24.  Forgiveness

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Juneteenth

    The Five Blind Boys of Mississippi sang their hearts out this year at the Gospel by the Sea Concert in Galveston.  There was a beauty pageant, barbecues...strawberry soda

Two and a half years is a long time for news to travel.  That's how it was in Texas in 1863.  Negroes were free everywhere but here.  Slaves were freed on January 1, 1863.

"We never celebrated the Fourth of July.  Our celebration was in June, Juneteenth."

Negroes in Texas had to wait for their freedom.  Why?
Because a messenger never made it with news of the Emancipation?
Or because a messenger never made it with news of the Emancipation Proclamation?
Or because slave owners withheld the information?
Or because Union troops decided to let plantations reap one last harvest of cotton?

Whatever the reason, slaves of Texas got screwed.

"The people of Galveston are informed that in accordance with Proclamation from the Executive of the United States, all slaves are free."

Many left at once for Louisiana, Arkansas, and Oklahoma.

Encouragement, picnics, barbecue pit is the center of attention.

State holiday in Texas.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Thought for Today

"That's the thing about human life.  There's no control group, no way to ever know how any of us would have turned out if any variables had been changed."  Elizabeth Gilbert

"The what if's and should have's can impact us negatively if we let them.  Let's focus on today.  It's all we have and it's pretty great.  If it's not great, we can do what we can to change it, and let go of the rest."   Shannon Byrne

How I Learned to Forgive

I hadn't expected to see his image
on Facebook last night.
Or to read about his cross country trips,
his wife,
his wonderful life,
how everything is going so well.
I had only intended to see some photographs
of my granddaughter
born one month ago.
But instead I saw
his face, now middle-aged
with grey hair, like mine.
I once loved this man.
Had a child with him,
who became the father of
my granddaughter.

What is it that keeps me transfixed
in front of the screen,
where I see Ron's body looming large,
his once slender form now bloated
from too many beers,
and years
of rich food, and 
living large.

I thought back to that day when our son
was one month old,
and Ron told me:
"well, it looks like we'll be raising him
from separate households."

No. I couldn't imagine raising a child alone.
But that is what happened.

This was the man who told me during
my pregnancy that I looked fat, 
and that he just wasn't attracted to fat people.

Oh, the pain
of that and so many other insults as well.
like his indifference and coldness.

I had already forgiven Rod once, over
ten years ago.

So why do I cringe when 
I see him now?
It's only a photograph.
And what happened was so
long ago.

I go to
to the Archbishop.

"Forgive often and completely.
No matter what's been done to you,"
he advises.

I know I must,
I must forgive, not now, but soon.
I must see the humanity in his eyes,
and understand that he, too,
cried.

So forgive I must.
It is required, if I want to remain
inspired.
And if I want to go on living.
How many times?
Seventy times seven?
(But I can't forget!)
It doesn't matter, you must go on
forgiving.
The unforgiveness is only
hurting you.

And I try to forgive
in order to set him free,
and to heal myself.

(But he left me without
a phone, or money, or transportation.  My
baby was sick and I had no way to call, or
to get him to a doctor.)

But I did it.  I raised a son who is now a man
and a father and a husband.
A son who is close to me and caring.

I feel the pain of that time and fear rises.
The Archbishop tells me:
These feelings are not your enemy.
They are your teacher.

I decide to call Ron and tell him
how seeing his photograph brought up painful memories. 
(But what if he insults me?  Or blames me?)
I follow the Archbishop's advice:
Imagine Ron as a baby, innocent, before he hurt you.
Think of three attributes you admire in him, and of what you need from him.
(An apology.  He needs to say he's sorry.)

I call him:  425-844-0323.
I plan to say "don't we have a beautiful granddaughter?"
I get a recorded message from a voice I don't recognize.

I look through databases with his name and find the heading:
DECEASED,
then realize I misspelled his last name.

I locate his address:  P. O. Box 710,
Maple Valley, WA  98038.

Then I write the letter,
And decide whether I should send it.




Saturday, August 16, 2014

On Not Wasting Time

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.

― Steve Jobs 

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

For John, on the 70th Anniversary of D-Day

(unfinished)
----------------------------------------------------------
A storm north of Scotland
had created high seas beneath the Jurassic plateau that rose
one hundred feet about the rocky shore.
Not perfect weather that morning, but good enough for Overlord.
One hundred seventy five thousand men --
for the biggest military operation in history.

I knew someone who was there, who had seen it all.

"We entered the channel on a Liberty ship,
then off-loaded to a landing craft. Watching the Rangers climb Point de Hoc
was the greatest sight I'd ever seen.
They had rocks and hand grenades raining
down on their heads.  It took nerve, but they made it.  They shot ladders
into the cliffs and scaled them to fight the Germans,
often in hand to hand combat.  It was an awful sight.  We prayed as a platoon."

D-Day had arrived
at Pointe du Hoc's vertical cliffs.
Led by Rudder, with Eisenhower at the helm.
"The eyes of the world are upon you.
The hopes and prayers of liberty loving people
 march with you."

John could remember exact dates and quotes.  His memory amazed me.

From that first day
he reminded me of Hemingway
or an old sea captain.
With his piercing brown eyes and kindly smile,
he hovered over me and leaned on his cane.
His bearded face broke into a grin.
"Come on in," he smiled,
 leading me to an easy chair in his elegant apartment.

Painstakingly I had prepared,
photocopying releases, guidelines, preparing questions:
Like "How did you get through it?"
"Did you get drafted or enlist?"
 "Why did you choose the Army?"

"Well," he replied, "there wasn't much for a healthy young man to do then,
just out of high school, so me and some friends took the train
 to St. Louis to enlist.  War fever was on!"

I wondered how much news of the Holocaust had reached
the farming community where he lived.

Did he know about Kiev, Denmark, and France,
so many Jews never given a chance?

Or how Warsaw Jews resisted, plotting a revolution.
How they fought thirty days to end the Final Solution.

On a wing and a prayer.




Sundays at Two


1.  From that first day,
2.  John reminded me of Hemingway 
      (only taller).
3.  With his piercing blue eyes and kindly smile,
4.  he hovered over me and leaned on his cane.
5.  His bearded face broke into a wide grin.
6.  "Come on in," he smiled, leading me to an
7.  easy chair in the elegant apartment.
8.  Painstakingly I had prepared for this moment,
9.  photocopying releases, guidelines, preparing questions:
10. "How did you get through it?"
11. "Did you get drafted or enlist?"
12.  "Why did you choose the Army?"

13.  "Well," he replied, "there wasn't much for a healthy young man to do then,
14.  just out of high school, so me and five friends took the train 
15.  from Hamilton County to St. Louis to enlist."
16.  Basic training.  Endless marching up and down hills.

17.  "All we did was march, and run.  All the men in my group
18.  later became officers because our training was superior."

19.  And what did John know about the Holocaust,
20.  about the dead of Kiev, Odessa, Poland, Russia?
21.  The ninety thousand Jews that perished to ashes, to dust?
22.  Those Jews who fought on, to end the "Final Solution?"

23.  No, John didn't mention those things.
24.  But he did discuss how he and his men
25.  were like a band of brothers
26.  and how they trained for "Operation Overlord."
27.  June 5, 1944, the biggest undertaking in military history.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

My Year of Miracles

     I worshipped among friends today.  I love the music there and Jesse wrote the songs:  "You make beautiful things"  and "The Life of the Party"

       "You make beautiful things out of the dust."  Wow -- powerful!


Friday, August 8, 2014

From Small House to Small Apartment


In June, I moved from Tarboro to Durham, North Carolina, from a small house to a small, one bedroom apartment.  One of the things I like best about a small apartment is that the things I hold most dear are right at hand:  my father's engraving of the poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling, which is to the right of my front door.  I have art that used to be spread throughout the house that is now contained in my living and bedrooms.  And my books are much easier to find!

Yes, I'm glad I moved and I welcome this small space.

Monday, August 4, 2014

For Beverly


I listened to her recite at the Southwest Library in Durham.
She's a member of the Washington Street
Writers Group.
Told us how she used to
keep her poems in a suitcase
under the bed.
Then, she left her husband,
who didn't understand why she
wrote poetry.

Eventually,
she had one published, and
his only response was,
"Well, you have really arrived, haven't you?
But why do you always write about
unhappy things?"

Beverly is a gardner.  That man made her feel like
she was being "choked by honeysuckle. that
false plant that you don't
want to have in your house."
She's glad she weeded him.

Black Mountain



Black Mountain College in North Carolina was a creative place frequented by Alan Ginsburg, and other Beat poets.   Here's a bit of info:

Visiting scholar, David Silver appears at the NCSU Libraries, for a multimedia happening that chronicles the rise and fall of Black Mountain College, founded in 1933 near Asheville, North Carolina. Using the entire Hunt Library as a storytelling building and featuring never-before-seen photographs, this dynamic event will examine the most experimental college in American history. Focusing on the College’s farm and work program, Silver will lead an exploration of the College’s lesser-known but vitally important participants. David Silver is associate professor of media studies, environmental studies, and urban agriculture at University of San Francisco. 

Free and open to the public.