April 25, 2022
Sun Worship
April 12, 2022
Easter Week
this week offers much contemplation
a time for grateful pondering -- to honor
all the meaning found in death, in life
time for reflection on one most holy life
a gift first cheered at Christmas time
whose justice, love and mercy, modeled
so many years ago, teaches on today
Love - not even squelched in death
Christ, the Way, walks with us yet
with thoughts that beat deep in
our souls to guide us home
Thanks be to Godde
JoMae
4/12/22
Reflecting on the mystery...
April 07, 2022
Dream: Woman Wading
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
March 04, 2022
'No Write' February
Winter Window |
~ My ‘No Write’ February ~
I’ve been away on another staycation
with visiting offspring from hither and yon
from over the ocean and far away places
they flew all directions to be by my side
to celebrate birthdays, meet up with
siblings and feast with each other
all five
We each took leave of normal routine
to rekindle our hearts for a time
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~ And Now It’s March ~
my muse is sweetly sleeping
I will not rush to wake her, as
my soul, too, must wake from
welcome rest after a month of
lively chatting with family here
now all returned - while quiet
slowly seeps, centering me
to write again
JoMae
3/3/22
January 17, 2022
Dear Heart
~ Dear Heart ~
The last gift you left me
only perceived in the
aftermath of grief
after a time in the dark shadows
of the valley of your leaving
the deep depth of sorrow
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the last gift you left me was the
confidence we knew together
which blossoms ever more
in the wake of your dying
to
transform the emptiness of loss
into new purpose anchored in
the strength we shared, into
a good life now on my own
JoMae
1/17/22
January 15, 2022
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
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...
January 02, 2022
Psalm 98 Echo
Psalm 98
(adapted)
O sing to Jehovah a new song
for Godde has done marvelous things!
Your right hand and your holy arm
have gotten you the victory and you
have made known your righteousness.
You have revealed your vindication
in the sight of the nations and have
remembered your steadfast love and
faithfulness to the house of Israel
(and to me)
The ends of all the earth have
seen the salvation
of our Godde
Make a joyful noise to Jehovah, all the earth;
break forth into joyous song and sing praises.
Sing praises to Yaweh with the lyre,
with the harp and the voice of a psalm.
With trumpets and the sound of the horn
make a joyful noise before Jehovah
Our Monarch
Let the sea roar, and all that fills it;
the world and those who live in it.
Let the floods clap their hands;
let the hills sing together for joy
at the presence of Jehovah, for
Godde, who is coming to judge the earth,
will judge the world with righteousness
and the peoples with equity.
adapted by
JoMae
1/2/22
January 01, 2022
WE
Shadows, Trees and Clouds of Light |
vibrant and I’d
name it We
next I would sketch that tree
struck asunder by a storm
split right down the middle
half, dead on the ground
the other half still standing
yet appearing to be dead
until, as seasons turned
starts to sprout instead
small branches now begin to form
blossoming anew -- while on the
ground all around the fallen half
life is nourished, flowers grow
We, now separated
continue each to serve
half reborn and blossoming
half lives in another realm
singing a new song
JoMae
1/1/22
Prompted/inspired by Joy's medium post: Deeply Rooted
https://medium.com/@lydalrydal7/deeply-rooted-958d4fee6e50