A day of promise
a night of relief
sometimes they stand proud
in reverse
for change is a given
and as long as either
shows in one sky
or the other
my world will remain right.
MeeAugraphie
07/31/08
Yes, this was taken during one of our quiet walks… along the South Atlantic… on “our” beach.
Beach views and mountain views… think it is a tie for me.
If I remember correctly some people had trouble reading when I used this template, but I love this template, I crave the structure of it. Since I am posting little right now, I’m using this template for awhile.
I know almost exactly what I want for a template for this blog and am hoping I can pull off getting what I want as my little splurge when the house sale closes… We have a signed contract!
And, yes, we move into a rental condo on the beach and were enjoying our early morning walks, though not every day. Then BAMMMmmmm, we took an early evening walk and fire ants had claimed the sand walkway from the beach entrance… Leon got several bites, but for once did not react, though by no means can he afford to take a chance of getting multiple bites. We saw enough hospitals over fire ants before.
So, in essence, as far as I am concerned, since we have no balcony and no view of the ocean from our windows, we moved out here and are stuck out here for less than a month of beach walks. The beaches we used to walk at were public beaches and with so many people trampling the entrances fire ants were not an issue — at least those months. Neither of us thought of it being any different, I suppose we got careless. It is going to be a long year’s lease…with the wind and the morning and evening sky beckoning - and our feet planted firmly on concrete inside.
So, I suppose in my own way I have been pouting, missing Washington’s cooler weather, the mountains, the fleece on the beach in summer at times, the farmers markets, and missing mostly just not worrying about fire ants every time we step outside. That said, I do not regret our move - at least as long as he is careful… it was important to him, will be our ticket back to WA and our RV eventually - and though I would gladly trade all that for his safety…. he is a man and it was his decision to make, not mine…. and most of me actually believes that….
And seeing our son and daughter-in-law more often has been a good benefit.
Half Steam AheadYou reach a point,
75 percent into the climb,
confidence standson its own two feet
The peak above,
though still a challenge
is now an option
as baggage has been lost
along the wayload lightened,
along with heart.OOPS,
one misstep
(or was that mis-thought?)
and you are back
to 50 percent,
but this time
rather than sliding
back to 25 - or worse,
you hold fast at 50,
dig in your heals,
rush inward to regroup.Why the new resolve?
Perhaps, I offer,
this time
you allowed yourself
to accept your natural rhythm as a gift
rather than failure.MeeAugraphie
07/26/08
I’ve lingered too long inward, and though it was intended to help me catch up on work, I think on the one hand it slowed me down. I shoved the teeter totter of balance too far, and by ignoring my reading and poetry writing almost completely, I banged my rear on the hard sand, no energy to do what needed to be done. No. Let me rephrase that. I did some of what needed to be done, but only the barest of that which was needed. My energy left me, my enthusiasm hid. I have always been one of ups and downs, peaks and valleys, discipline and not so much, but usually if it HAD to be done, I could force myself, not so much recently.
We have a firm offer on our house; I hope the pressure of ten months stranded on the market coming to a possible end and the help we are getting with some business details unfamiliar to us will lift some of what has obviously stressed me more than I thought. At the same time, the third person poem above, I HOPE is a revelation of my unconscious, because that is where it came from.
And for the record, I am not moping day in and out, I grin a lot, I scheme a lot, and my dreams are still very much attainable! But right now, I need to get to work!
Thank you to those who still checked to see if nothing had become something on these pages. I don’t think I am ready for prompts yet, they will consume me, and I certainly don’t want to shove the teeter totter the other way that far!
McLeesBogaert