Showing posts with label Moving On. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moving On. Show all posts

March 08, 2023

Solo Flight

 ~ Solo Flight ~

- becoming a singular solitary soul


In my recovery from death, the death of my beloved partner, soulmate, the other half of our duet, I've become a singular solitary soul.


I've always cherished solitude, even selfishly indulged in it from time to time, yet John's final gift in dying was wrapped in endless quiet time alone. Painful - as is any birthing to a new dimension - it soon embraced me with long hours to learn to know my new identity. 


No longer we, I suddenly was only me.  One voice. No longer the beautiful give and take of a happily coupled life.  In time I've morphed again from 'only me" to becoming more fully me. Still rooted in the life we had together, to branch out, blossom;  to hone my solo voice and sing with joy.


We died as couple, yet live on 

In thought and memory


Losing and gaining 

Living and dying 

Dying to live


Thanks be to Godde

JoMae

3/3/23

April 07, 2022

Dream: Woman Wading

~ Woman Wading ~

I seldom, if ever, wake up knowing I have dreamed.  Yet this morning was one of those rare days.  Makes me wonder, why this morning? The only thing I can think of is that I knew going to sleep last night that this would be a totally open ended day. No phone date to work around. No one stopping by. Some notes to write or other pleasant ‘might do’ items on my daily list. No musts or shoulds breathing down my neck. 


After a wonderful weekend with guests, Monday was empty and perfect for regrouping. Tuesday was a rare gorgeous Spring day with my grandson who came to help clean up the yard - followed by a fun zoom with widowed friends in the evening.  Wednesday was loose with a long wonderful phone call scheduled in the afternoon. But today, nothing is scheduled. I love a totally open ended day like this when it happens. I often spend much of it writing. It feels extra indulgent in my already indulgent life with no one to be responsible for but myself. 


So I wonder why I woke this morning knowing I’d just been walking in a huge lake - or perhaps it was the ocean. Not dressed for swimming. Just in shorts and summer top. I’d been sitting on the sand in the sun and simply decided to get up and walk out into the shallow water.  Then  finally, when up to my waist, quietly turned around and walked back to the shore.  I don’t know if I was alone or with others - or who those others may have been.  I was simply enjoying myself. 


For 5 years now I’ve been having quiet days alone. Adjusting to suddenly being on my own. Thankful for my home and all the memories captured here. For my family. Yet without John there is always the ache for what was so long familiar - now severed.  The camaraderie of long lived love. 


My main occupation now is to read and write. In need of having a purpose in my life, (this chapter where for the first time in all my days, absolutely no one needs me or depends on me for anything) I study and ponder a great deal - which occupies most of my time. Not only does no one need me, I have not found a niche in which to do for others in a meaningful way. A nudge to participate in the give and take of what was once daily living. I do participate in zoom gatherings a few times a week. Also in phone calls, texts etc with my kids. But I think I’m past the time for me to go out to volunteer. At 84, no longer driving, and not steady on my feet, I don’t see much that I could do. 


I rarely watch tv or movies. But this week, for some reason, I’ve craved escaping into a film - and have watched one Prime Movie each day or evening. Pure escape. Often silly. Totally non purposeful. I don’t know how long that yen will continue. Nor what switched in my mind that something once deemed frivolous and unattractive suddenly has become a delightful escape!


Perhaps it is connected to other changes I am working toward. Within a year (I hope) I will be leaving the warm blanket of this old home where we/I have lived almost 45 years - and downsizing to an apartment in a Sr Living Community.  While I am comfortable here, I’ve become quite isolated and find myself more than ready all of a sudden to be in community again. A place where I can physically participate in as many or few activities as I please, yet be self sufficient in my own apartment. I’m quite  excited at the prospect. 


After so many years of being active in one group or another, the mainstay of which has always been our church, death, and then the pandemic - along with aging, has effectively put an end to all of that. My group contacts are mostly via zoom now and I guess I’m suddenly ready for more. I’m not looking for a bosom buddy, but I do hope to make a few friends in my new place. It does seem to be a friendly climate. When I have toured or visited, the people tend to smile when passing in the halls with a pleasant hello.  


Here in my neighborhood of large old city homes - most of which are now apartments, even after all these years, strangely, I don’t know most neighbors. We used to take frequent evening walks. Now I cannot do that - nor do I care to by myself. In the summer I often work on the front porch and nod a warm hello to folks walking by who might catch my eye. Some may even be familiar, but I don’t know them.  I’m hoping to get to know a few people at the Meadows. 


So back to the young woman in my dream. She is confident, happy and content.  As she walked deeper into the water, she was tempted to dive in and swim but it had been so long she wasn’t sure she still knew how to swim, (nor, she thought, was she prepared with a towel) so continued enjoying her wet walk.  


Perhaps she is a reflection of the woman I am today. Sticking to what she is confident about, yet moving forward with joyful anticipation. A bit  cautious yet eager to try something new.


JoMae

4/7/22 

January 15, 2022

Dancing With Words



~ Dancing With Words ~


When mourning turns to dancing

in the rhythm of the words that

pour onto the page to purge

the depths of sorrow, rage

to search for meaning in

disaster, comfort in the

loss as insight buried

deep within rises to

the surface of the

mind — bearing

wisdom stored

for such time


as this 


like a firm

fishing pole

patiently finds

its catch so my

pen  plumbs the

depths of my quest

to understand a loss

so deep, yet wider than

any ocean, as empty and

disorienting as being adrift

at sea — until answers begin

to emerge in the shape of hope

and direction as to navigating this

unknown world with new purpose


JoMae

1/14/22


January 04, 2022

Love Stays

 ~ Love Stays ~


Loss cannot destroy our love

only change the shape  of

how it stays with us, now

an  echo beating in the

heart, a foundation to

build a new life upon

new forms of

Joy 


JoMae

1/4/22


Love  Loss LifeLessons MovngOn NewJoy 

Morning Routine


~ Morning Routine ~


I come with coffee

to my pondering chair

where I begin to read or

write or wonder for a while

until something stops me in

my tracks, compelling me to

write down what it brought to

mind a poem memory or new

insight to explore to help me

understand,  enjoy this life

this gift that I’ve been led

to after loss.  This new

person I am finding in

the quiet of my day

This New Joy  


JoMae

1/4/22


A poem emerging...

December 30, 2021

Pivot

 Learning to turn

Artist, NancySpoelhof.com
~ Learning to Pivot ~


When

life’s curves catch us off guard

stun us and block our way

we must learn to pivot

to learn a new route

to bypass, detour

the threat


Sometimes the pivot comes from within

when we simply know it is time to find

a new direction, remake ourselves

and set out to conquer life again


JoMae

11/22/21


November 02, 2021

One

 A brief reflection on Loss

~ One ~ 


My love, you grew old along with me

those years will never be forgotten

our joys are printed in my heart

your hand print on my palm


We walked long winding paths together

some were in sorrow, most in gain

the pain of losing you is bitter

but the memories sustain


My holding of our love has changed

as you have changed, have died

tucked in a pocket of my soul

your echoes now reside


Til death they will abide there, with

wisdom, strength and memory

dwell unseen reminding me

loss can transform anew


to blossom on with joy!


JoMae

6/14/21 


When I wonder that I’ve scarcely wept after so great a loss, I must remember this - that I’ve had a love like none other whose echoes sustain me still and have become the soil in which I can blossom on.


September 27, 2021

Free To Be Me

Learning to grow Petunias

~  Free To Be Me ~

When life is joyfully interwoven

with lover, family, friends, we hardly

 notice morphing into one another while

living to please as much as possible

out of mutual love and respect


When suddenly we lose our love

must do life on our own, re-discover 

who we are; find our new identity, learn

if we can fit in what was once familiar

now upside down - forever changed


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I never sought to be free, dear heart,

I loved the life we had — still cherish it

yet slowly, buried bits of me come back

the young girl, a new old me unedited

without love’s checks and balances

free to test the limits of my soul

free to be, free to be — me


JoMae

9/27/21

September 06, 2021

Haiku - Blessings


~ Blessings ~


counting my blessings
instead of disappointments

helps bright smiles blossom


JoMae

6/23/21

July 07, 2021

Braiding The Remnants

 ~ Braiding The Remnants ~


I am braiding the remnants of

our almost 60 years together

the lion’s share of our days

on earth - our sweet duet


Some memories fade as age takes hold

some, stay bright as that day first told

some, thin strings, weave in and out

barely an echo hovering beyond 

refusing to be conjured up


Each day I braid another row and

wrap them round and round to

tie the rug on which I dance

anchored by the echoes of


~ Our Song ~


JoMae

7/7/21

May 19, 2021

Love's Echo

 ~ Love’s Echo ~

floating on a love now gone

as truly as white clouds above

gently drift through summer sky


wrapped in whispered echoes

of an ever changing world

hushed by a breath of

breeze bearing her

aloft, yet moving

along with new

strength and

purpose


New Joy


JoMae

5/13/21

April 15, 2021

Life Niches

~ Peacock ~  

Painting by NancySpoelhof.com

~ Life Niches ~


When the niche you fit in is no longer there

and no known niche fits you - anywhere

it may be time to hone new space…

carve a new corner for yourself


invite new friends to share

unearth old hobbies in

new ways you love


build fresh joy from some

small corner of before

and bloom!


JoMae

4//2/21 


For those limbo times in life when one must move from old to new; from before to after - yet find a way to thrive.  Enjoy!

February 06, 2021

Replanted

~ Replanted ~

In the valley, in the shadow

sheltered from the storm

my lines have fallen in

a pleasant place for

one to grow and

blossom once

again


Thanks be to Godde

-JoMae

                    2/6/21

January 02, 2021

Widowland

 ~ Widowland ~


a nightmare gradually transformed  into

a world full of  new beginnings  where

before remains flowing in your veins

as after slowly opens, takes you in

to bud anew, to blossom beauty

to gently create  new life joy

deeply rooted in the soil

of your lost love


JoMae

1/2/21


“a beautiful place called the land of beginning again.”  

 This last line of  SO WE BEGIN AGAIN, by Jeff Blake

written New Years Day 2017

became the prompt for

Widowland

November 13, 2020

Hermit at Heart

Determined to Blossom


~ Hermit at Heart ~

I think I’m learning to ‘calm the beast’
to hold the reigns of thought that 
rattled me at first - confused
and sent me spinning to
discover the  new me
find my hermit self
quiet my raging
heart, saunter
safely home
at peace
riding
joy

JoMae
3/27/20

October 15, 2020

Autumn Morning

Front Porch Summer View
Water Color by Jayne Heetderks
~ A Gorgeous Autumn Morning ~

A gorgeous autumn morning.  70ยบ at 11am, yet predicted to cool down sharply this afternoon.  So here I am on the front porch catching a final glow of warm sunny weather for the season. 


Woke to this day with a sense of well being. That little extra nudge of feeling centered, at home in my self. OK. Not an 82 year old widow facing another day on her own with a remaining residue echoing an empty void even after almost 4 years. That sense of ‘something missing’ living on tucked into a hidden pocket in the backpack of my soul. 


That backpack in which resides all the fertile soil, the years and memories my life is rooted in. All the love, the lessons learned, the people I’ve been blessed to know - to grow with. Folks whose lives have molded me and helped put me back together when I’ve failed or fallen.


It’s quiet out here on the porch - except for the sound of gusty breezes rustling through dry leaves still clinging on. As the wind breaks their last grip, they drift down silent as mist, carpeting the lawn. Today is a bittersweet awareness of knowing all is well, yet framing a fond farewell to summer - knowing dark winter cold is just around the corner.


One large perfect oak leaf floats silently over the railing, lands softly on my hand and rests there. Not brightly colored, but rugged and beautiful. It hasn’t even touched the ground. I decide to keep it - pressed between the leaves of a heavy volume of Emily Dickinson’s complete collection. Another poem!


JoMae

10/15/20


Some find solace in pennies found, feathers on their path or butterflies who hover near. Today’s fair leaf spoke tenderly to me.

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When my friend Jayne read this story, she gifted me with a water color illustration of it. I treasure the painting - not only for the moment it captures, but as an icon of friendship the gift embodies. Thank you, Jayne Heetderks!

Water Color by Jayne Heetderks

My Fair Oak Leaf