This truly made me sad. You are definitely enough. Long ago, a wise woman told me that God didn't make any junk. We are all enough. Sometimes we just haven't found the proper niche where we are not only enough, but perfect and much, much more.
What a beautiful prayer of Thanksgiving for your mother. It made me tear up, thinking about my own mother and how much I miss her.
It's important that we thank God for all of our blessings, especially the wonderful people he placed in our lives. It's also important that we remember to tell them how special they are.
That's a good story with a great advertising idea.
I've always thought that it was a shame that more companies don't follow the brainstorming idea like advertising companies have.
I love that the youngest provided this idea. In the real world, often the young team members are not included in meetings and their bosses take credit for their ideas.
You actually have had some adventures in Haiku. How cool. My only adventures in teaching about poetry was in a few assisted living centers long before I was of the age to live among them. I spoke to them about free verse, we wrote one as a class together, then they wrote their own.
Your essay was quite educational and will definitely be helpful to anyone wanting to write Haiku poems.
Ken, this is beautiful. ( You did say that even praise would be welcome.)
As I read it aloud (remember, I always read poetry and lyrics aloud) I could imagine some clapping and foot stomping going on with this one.
I want to be singing this chorus:
I'm thankful that my Momma's voice
is with me every day.
I hear her words of wisdom as
I kneel each night to pray.
"Do your best, love this land,
don't be afraid to take a stand,
and when you can, lend a hand -
help someone along the way."
I have to admit that I thought about my own mom and grandma as I read this.
This is a beautiful story. I love stories about families sharing of themselves.
We had a pastor whose family spent Thanksgiving and Christmas at the local soup kitchen. They ate there every year and that was their holiday experience.
My mom used to give gifts to unappreciated people, like the janitor who kept having to unclog the toilet in the store where they both worked. Or the crossing guard the farthest from the school who probably only helped a handful of people every day but who faithfully stood at that corner, rain or shine, for 2 hours every morning and 2 hours every afternoon.
I enjoyed reading your work of heart. In some places the word choices almost made me giddy.
Like:
...we’d scatter like dandelion fluff in the breeze
I love that!
Thanks for sharing.
Blessings,
Kenzie
P.S. I also got a wonderful gift in 1965. That's the year that my youngest sister was born, when I was 13.
Thanks for sharing your story, your faith. That's such a simple thing that we are supposed to do, but something that many neglect.
Like you, I prefer worshiping God at least one day per week in church. I feel close to Him there. Sure, sometimes there are people in churches who are flawed. But I learned a wonderful phrase in a lay speaking class. The idea was to pray when you arrive in church, that you will come closer to God in the worship service because of or in spite of the pastor, the choir, and the people around you. Because of or in spite of. They were not important. That makes it so easy to worship wherever you go, to visit other churches if you travel.
That first part of the Psalms that you shared really touches me. I can remember reading that with my grandmother.
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God
Hi, Monty! I haven't read anything of yours lately, so I was thrilled when the "Read and Review" button brought me here.
I love your title. Your description implies that we might read about a dream and your thoughts.
As I read your poem aloud, the rhythm and rhymes are perfect. And it appears that you have told us that life is often not what it seems whether we are awake or dreaming. That certainly can be the case. We are surrounded by people...
There are certain things that bees and other bugs like. I used to wear a cologne that attracted mosquitoes. I'm glad that it didn't attract bees.
This story made me chuckle. It also reminded me that when I told my son when was a teen that he could only dye his hair real hair colors. So he went from bleached blonde to auburn to black. Then one day, he shaved his head and never dyed it again. And he claims that he doesn't remember why.
This was an interesting story. I wondered who or what was watching the children. Then, to think that there might be more than one Big Foot? Yikes!
I did wonder if you might want to divide this long sentence into more than one:
The bodies of Michael Dawson, aged 6, and Ginger Dawson, aged 5, from the Dawson Lumbermill and Rye Reserves near the Pinanti Mountain Range south of the KooTaki Border, were found by the Highwater Mountain River docks at approximately 4:30 p.m. by family members after the two children did not return home after being sent on a routine fishing trip to the Highwater Mountain River Tuesday morning.
I love your #1. For a while, commercials were not loud but some executive order must have expired because commercials are back to blasting. It makes me so angry.
#2 I understand. Long before covid ever hit, the corner stor/gas station owner showed me his invoice for gas. It's absurd how little an owner like yourself makes on gas. It's no wonder that convenience store owners charge so much for everything else.
#3 I have never heard anyone say that daylight saving time had anything to do with the war. I have heard that it had to do with farming, back when people actually cared about the people who feed us. I once lived in a place that temporarily stopped using daylight saving time and it was a disaster. Kids were going to school and coming home in the dark and more of them were injured.
Long ago, some states and cities used daylight saving time and some did not. Since setting clocks was not listed in the Constitution as a responsibility of the federal government, this should be a local issue. I suggest that you contact your local politicians. But leave mine out of it.
As I read your words aloud, they spoke to me. I used to love sitting on my porch and watching the sunrise. To me, the most beautiful skies are sunrises, showing the skills of the Master painter.
Birds in that early morning almost sound like they are worshiping.
It's a shame that more people don't want to be awake to breathe in nature in those early hours.
Your words conjure up many reasons why this relationship didn't work. Then as I read it again, I thought, your description says that it was a brief relationship. Why in the world would someone "tell everything" in a brand new friendship? Of course she ran.
Interesting story about a muse, with the muse getting angry when the phone rang interrupting its concentration. Notice that I called the muse an "it" and not a "they" as in your story. I have never understood calling a person or thing by a plural pronoun.
I've always considered there to be a connection from my brain to pen, but the idea of a muse is not one that I embraced. I prefer believing that there is a God connection.
Oh my, the things that people of our age have endured. I don't know about you, but I learned to take "you can't do that" as a dare and found a way to do it or more.
Since you mentioned racism, it appears that you have had more struggles than I have.
Still, I did have to train a few men to do the job that I was doing, knowing that they would definitely be paid more money.
Our young people have no idea how much we had to tolerate to pave the way for them. I actually worked for a company that required every woman to take a typing test, whether she was applying to be a file clerk (who ended up humiliated because she couldn't type much or she would have applied for a job as typist or secretary) or she was applying to be the company's chief financial officer. At that same company, even though I held the title of administrative assistant to the Director of Facilities Management and Office Services Department, I was required to visit every women's bathroom once a month to collect the money in the tampon and sanitary pad machines. And if the machines were empty, I had to drop what I was doing to fill them. Unbelievable. At night, the cleaning crew could stock those machines. But.the company executives didn't trust the cleaning company employees to remove the nickels and dimes and turn them in to us. My what fun times.
You said,"Sometimes, it takes the hard times to push you to your full potential." Absolutely.
It appears that you have done all of the things, and many more, that have proved that you are one strong and successful woman.
Sigh. I truly enjoy poetry that has all of the correct capitalization and punctuation. I know, I know, when I was in high school, we studied e.e. c iui cummings. He had died about a decade before I graduated, so he was still considered a contemporary at the time.
I happen to love poetry. Among the thousands of books in our house, many were books of poetry. And I just find it easier to read words in a page that look line all of the others. That makes it important that your words stand out and not just your format.
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