01/31/2021

Just once in a while, I find myself 

truly missing some of those precious 

happenings of yesteryear.

I miss sitting down with my family 

at dinner, actually conversing and 

no techno bits and pieces.

I dream of cradling my grandsons

in my arms, listening to their coos

and loving them as I have never 

loved before.

I long for hanging out with my dad

in the tool shed, watching him work

and listening to his wisdom.

I need to lay eyes on my friends 

who have gone before. Their crazy

ways always inspired me to let

loose just a tad bit more.

And oh, to walk the streets of my

beloved Mexico, bathing my soul

in the vibrant colors surrounding

the very essence of memory.

Surely, no one would mind if I

dwell there for just a while longer!

remembrances mine

memories most fond

yesteryear awaits

01/30/2021

Speaking of dreamers dreaming dreams . . .

I had a doozy last night. I dreamt I bought 

a new house; only the gods know where the

shekels came from even in a dream! Walked

in with the Real Estate Agent and said "I'll

take it." I wrote a check for the full amount,

then and there. Within minutes, several people

showed up for a welcome home party.

I looked and looked at them, not certain I knew

who they were. I came to the conclusion that

maybe I did, but wasn't sure. They wanted

drinks, but of course, I hadn't laid any in. They

suggested music, but no player. What about

food? The fridge was empty.

When they suggested a tour, I revealed that I

still hadn't seen the upstairs. They were rather

dismayed, as anyone would be. We trudged

upwards; odd! strange!! unusual!!! The prior

owner had decorated the entire place with

what looked like bits and pieces out of second

hand stores and garbage bins. It was atrocious.

Thinking I could deal with a little re-do, I

started making notes. Pull this out. Remove

that. Take out this tub. Make over this room.

By the time I had three pages, I thought, "No

way in hell, could I deal with this." About

then, I woke up.

I pondered this sad, silly dream and wondered

why it was so vivid. What the hell?! Knowing

that dreams are often messages, I thought,

maybe me buying the house represented me

entering a new era of my life, maybe even the

last one. The people who came might have

been 'users' rather than actual friends. The

upstairs and the incredible amount of work to

be done, may have indicated the things I need

to work on prior to passing onto a better life.

One way or another, bears thinking about . . .

dreams premonitions

delusions or fantasies 

just want to go home

01/29/2021

I am not sorry

for being all thunder

and no rain

cwpoet

I imagine that the gift of aging brings

about all kinds of musings, imaginings,

thoughts, wanted and unwanted, as

well as actual break throughs. 

I have come to realize that I indulge in

a bit of pontificating . . . okay, a great

deal of pontificating. In the interest of

total honesty, I'd have to say I like to

talk. 

I can remember taking drives with 

my parents as a kid. Dad would say,

"Alright Linda-Dale, no talking for

the next 30 minutes." My parents

must have died and gone to heaven

in that short time of peace and quiet.

As long as I'm confessing to my

verbal crimes, I may as well admit

to being somewhat opinionated. 

I'm working on it though. My adult

aims are to learn to be quiet, to listen,

and spare my friends from so much 

verbiage. 

I do get that I may be exhausting

any excessive spouting via FB.

Ouch! Apologies ahoy . . .

Thunder, hear me roar . . .

yak yak yak yak yak

how i long for some quiet

where are you silence

01/28/2021 - EARTH

In the first month of any new year,

I like to ponder the elements . . .

I do make a habit of thinking about

them on a regular basis; they are

ever so important in our lives and

to our survival. 

It would be hard to say which of

the five is more important, but

Earth, or Mother Earth to be more

exact, will ever and always be my

fave!

When walking the paths of Mother

Nature, I am so enamored with her

coloring book; she moves me! There

is no other beauty that can compare.

I find myself lamenting that modern

times especially have marred her

magnificence! 

We have so multiplied in numbers,

we have sprawled out throughout

the world. We have built homes,

homes, apartments, complexes,

businesses, cities, highways and 

byways. Poor mama barely fits 

anymore.

In our modern day world, I'm not

certain much can change. I would

say however, if each of us commits

to honoring her to the best of our

abilities, perhaps she can endure 

a bit longer.

Pray it be so . . .

our earth is dying

mama has given her all

time for her to heal

01/27/2021 - AIR

I've been pondering the element 

Air and all that it signifies . . .

I would have to admit, I find Air 

to be one of the most intriguing 

of elements. In a sacred circle, 

Air is housed in the East. I like

to think of the sun coming up

in the East, high up in the sky

midst all that sweet, lovely air . . . 

Rather fits doesn't it?!

Let's look at some of the different

meanings attributed to Air. The

first thing that comes to mind for

me is freedom. Think, free as a 

bird. The freedom of the skies is

a pretty amazing thing. 

Air also represents intellect. The

gift of intellect is ever so precious.

Alas, it is not given to all and 

should certainly be cherished and

cared for. I believe that intellect

gives way to thought and perhaps

thought to speech . . . freedom of

speech. There's that word freedom

again.

Lastly, Air gives us that wondrous

breath of life. There are no words

for the gratitude I feel for this gift.

Without Air, there would be no life.

I much lament how often I have

simply taken this for granted . . .

bless the gift of air

am grateful beyond the pale

worth thinking about

01/26/2021

I have to smile, nay snicker, at 

all the different tastes we have 

in entertainment . . .

I've been pondering types of flicks

and series of all sorts in which we 

indulge ourselves. I have friends 

who much enjoy opera, others who 

like musicals, and yet others who 

even indulge in soaps. What I have

never understood is the attraction 

to stand up comedy . . . and I don't

care a whole lot for comedy per se.

But, oh do I love me some murder 

mysteries and detective shows!!!

The only person I feel sorry for is

my guy who often has to watch

them with me. I'm not even sure

if he likes them, and I am afraid 

to ask!

I should be up front that I really

have no interest in the murders,

only the detection process! That,

I love. I used to enjoy Columbo

as the murder took place in the 

first few minutes and then the 

next two hours were pure process.

Strangely enough, I can't deal

with anything dark. I don't need

my viewing to be as light as

Murder She Wrote, but give me

some NCIS or Magnum P.I. and

I'm a happy camper.

So, please don't get murdered!

You'll never be certain whether

I'm devastated by your loss or

just plain interested in the

intricacies of your passing!

Yikes! I so fear God is going to 

get me for this!!!

between you and me

so enjoy me some murder

dont tell anyone

01/25/2021 - SPIRIT

I find myself thinking of the element 

of Spirit . . . 

I know we all have different beliefs, 

but having said that, I do think that 

Spirit resides within each of us. And,

I imagine, Spirit has many a face!

For some, Spirit represents God in 

the heart, a loving Christian God, a

conscience and protector, an entire

belief system.

For others, Spirit is that personal

center of feelings; joy, angst, sorrow, 

elation . . . for anything from the joy

at the birth of a child, to the sorrow

that the fave team has lost a game.

For me, Spirit is an element in the

center of the great ALL . . . The 

center of my being . . . of my belief 

system. It's the center of the world, 

the center of the elements.

Spirit is a guest in our own personal

time and space, a gift granted by the 

Universe, the gods, if you will. We

must be ever mindful of Spirit, what

ever this means to each of us. For

once it expires from our souls, so do

we . . .

Thank God for Spirit within . . .

such joy in spirit

a gift from god for within

spirit my best friend

01/24/2021

Rebellion is when you look society in

the face and say, I understand who you

want me to be, but instead, I will show

you who I actually am.

wildwomansisterhood

Not quite certain when I became so

rebellious . . . I was a family child, bent

on helping out with my special brother.

Yet, I do know I was allowed to speak

my mind and have my own opinions.

I am beyond grateful to my parents for

this amazing gift.

My rebellious nature certainly helped

me in my teaching. It allowed me to

accept my students and challenge their

minds to different ways of thinking. 

Not so sure how my administrators 

felt about that!

Still, I have to believe that there is a

right way and a wrong way of doing

things, no matter how rebellious! Just

because one is different, unusual,

eccentric, this doesn't give the right 

to be unkind, hurtful, or thoughtless.

I realize I will ever be an eccentric

and a rebel. Still, I wish to always 

strive to understand the other side 

of the equation. I want to listen to

alternative thought and opinion. I

long to understand different ways

of looking at things and thinking

differently!

Pray I go to my grave kicking up

the dust under my feet . . .

behave yourself girl

just who do you think you are

longing to be me

01/23/2021

Today, we escaped the cabin.  It's been 

a long time since we've been able to run 

away . . .

We met up with friends we haven't seen

in three months due to Covid. I swear, I

could hardly keep from hugging the hell

out of them.  I behaved myself as should 

be, but it was difficult.

It was such a strange meet up . . . a room

of sorts, enclosed in plexiglass with heat

for comfort. And speaking of comfort,

it wasn't actually very comfortable, but

it was a palace in my heart.

Sharing painful stories of this killer plague, 

joy and tears, thankful beyond belief. I

truly felt emotionally exhausted by the 

time we parted. Me thinks there needs be

a way for me to show my gratitude to

the universe!

Make no mistake, I'm thinking. I'm

thinking . . .

a happy ending

alas never expected

ever so grateful

01/22/2021

I love that I grew up in a family

of political differences. Mom a

Republican, Dad an Independent,

and I am a Democrat. 

We used to sit at the kitchen table;

discuss different political agendas,

points of view, the pros and cons.

of any given topic.

We never, ever fought. We never

raised our voices or offended each

other. Even today, my own children

differ from me and each other in 

political persuasions. My cousins 

belong to different parties, as do my 

friends . . .

Perhaps religion could explain it

better. Very few of us belong to the 

same church or hold the same beliefs. 

This seems to make no difference to 

any of us, so why should our political

persuasions?!

Pray, let us accept each other as we

are. Life is short, oh so short . . .

somethings similar

so many differences

makes life compelling

01/21/2021

I would have to admit to finding myself

somewhat stir crazy . . .

We've been in quasi lockdown for nigh

onto a year. I'm tired of house arrest. 

I'm missing my friends, to say nothing 

of my own children!

I have gotten a kick out of writing cards 

and letters, something I came up with 

whilst missing my people. We've enjoyed

the odd ride and a very occasional seeing

the children with masks on and social

distancing.

According to the newscasters, this year  

has been one of increased pregnancies, 

family feuds and divorces . . . Frankly,

I'm beyond thrilled that my guy and  

I get along so well, enjoy each other's 

company and are old enough to be 

satisfied with curtailed activities.

Hell, at this point, I might even settle

for a haircut as Phyllis Diller and I

are nigh onto looking like long lost 

twins . . . but I swear, somebody had

better get me the hell out of Dodge

pretty damn soon!!! 

claustrophobia 

emotions running amok 

color me locked up

01/20/2021

There's always a glimmer

in those

who have been

through the dark.

~Atticus

I find myself a bit awestruck of the darkness

Winter brings to the table. I don't see that

awe as particularly positive or negative. It

simply overwhelms the soul.

We've all had glorious experiences in the

dark . . . think back to bonfires on camping

trips, laying out under the stars on a summer

night, trick or treating on an October eve.

On the other side of dark . . . alone in the

dark, dark night of the soul, the dark side

of forever, in the dark about reality.

Interesting, I can enjoy the dark in Summer,

but Winter's dark brings me to death's door.

Alas, it's a dark I seem unable to overcome.

I am so negatively enthralled by the dark, I

can barely cope. 

I've come to know that there are those who

actually prefer the dark. And, although I'm

a lunar soul myself, I have a hard time

understanding this. I do appreciate that

we're all different, but I will keep praying

for Spring's soon return . . .

loving me some light

pray come keep me company

so afraid of dark

01/19/2021

In admiration . . .

Some have had life's curve balls thrown

at them and still find the courage to

soldier on.

Didn't we all grow up with the Cinderella

story?! She and her prince supposedly 

living happily ever after?!

I look at the families with special children,

maladies such as blindness, heart issues,

disease. I am at the feet of these mothers

and fathers who fight to make every day

as normal as possible for their children.

I much admire those school districts that

provide special teachers, classrooms and

curricula. I do wish more funds were

available to make them even better.

Just look at some of the young people

going into Special Education as a life

career. Their single thought is to serve.

When I'm feeling down and out, all I

have to do is look around and realize

there is still so much good in the world.

Longing to be part of that goodness,

decency and kindness . . .

look on the bright side

wise advice from my father

living in the light