Thursday was a success, because all my little goals were met and I was able to do my errands and come home safe. I wanted to go to the library and pick up a few movies that were on hold and return something that was overdue. I wanted to get to the aldi’s across the street from the library and get some fruit and vegetables before they closed for the evening.
It was kind of chilly out, it said in the high forties, but with the very cold rain, it really felt very cold indeed. I dressed warmly, but didn’t have my gloves on at first while on my bike. My hands got very cold from the rain, so I pulled over and put them on. That made the experience so much nicer.
It was lovely to come home and eat a meal and have a good time relaxing, watching some tv series on hulu and just being chill. It’s nice when I can accomplish some goals, but it is also important to make the goals small and achievable for me.
May is our birthday month, and the third week of May is our birthday week, and we are very excited about that. We have spent some time this month collecting and choosing healing quotes on the topic of books and reading for May’s healing quotes. We are trying to decide what else we are going to do, but for now we are still in the planning stages, so we don’t have any news to share about that.
Right now I’m eating some honeydew melon and I’m watching the movie Thor. We love those kinds of movies.
I hope you all have a good weekend. Good and healing thoughts to you all.
We drove across high prairie,
the Mississippi behind us,
nothing ahead for miles
a loamy sky, thick enough
to put a trowel into,
but off to the south
away from one another
as if to stand back
take a long look,
and in that
space what light was left
of the sun
already gone below
flowed up and held there
and we did too hold
our breaths at the sudden
~ Athena Kildegaar
“Creativity takes courage.”
~ Henri Matisse
“If we had to say what writing is, we would have to define it essentially as an act of courage.”
From a Country Overlooked
There are no creatures you cannot love.
A frog calling at God
From the moon-filled ditch
As you stand on the country road in the June night.
The sound is enough to make the stars weep
In the morning the landscape green
Is lifted off the ground by the scent of grass.
The day is carried across its hours
Without any effort by the shining insects
That are living their secret lives.
The space between the prairie horizons
Makes us ache with its beauty.
Cottonwood leaves click in an ancient tongue
To the farthest cold dark in the universe.
The cottonwood also talks to you
Of breeze and speckled sunlight.
You are at home in these
great empty places
along with red-wing blackbirds and sloughs.
You are comfortable in this spot
so full of grace and being
that it sparkles like jewels
spilled on water.
~ Tom Hennen
“Poetry is an act of peace.”
~ Pablo Neruda
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
~ by David Wagoner
“To touch the soul of another human being is to walk on holy ground.”
~ Stephen R. Covey