This young man is amazing. Right now I have nothing to complain about. Yesterday I was asking myself the why questions. Being a worry wart, questioning is what I do. But this video (that by the way I happened to stumble upon accidentally) made me realize (as I ultimately always do) that I am so blessed. As a mother, this was a little difficult to watch. As an educator, I feel that everyone can benefit from the lesson Sam Berns delivers in his TEDx presentation. As a poet, I believe that this is an example of when life is poetry. Progeria is a very rare disease which affect only about “350 or so children in the world”. His philosophy is inspirational to say the least. I invite you all to watch and share this with your family and friends.
And paradoxically again I ask: Are you thinking what I’m thinking? I bet you do. God bless my children, grandchildren and all my family and friends. Thank you God for Sam Berns. May he rest in peace.
Does it matter what the groundhog sees,
in times of such uncertainty?
Spring will be eventually.
Daffodils, and pink peonies bloom endlessly
and I for one hope eternally.
Nature promises to be true.
All we need to do is do
what matters the most
and happiness will be our host.
Complexities in life will not cease
But if we love well
meaning love each other
only time will tell
the human spirit will survive
and cultivate a new sping,
and harmony within,
clear and still alive.
God help us all to realize
that it does not matter
what the Groundhog sees.
Peace is up to you and me.
comes at a cost;
we must free ourselves
of negative thoughts;
even the ones we produce on our own,
certainly those grim ideas pronounced
on loud speakers by others.
It seems these days,
the loud speakers are louder than ever.
We know their truth and legitimacy.
there is no doubt.
FEAR suppresses the soul;
But I need a thousand colorful
and unbustable bubbles
to help me smile, sing,
I need soft commotion and jubilation.
Join me at least for today.
Affirm life today
Love your life most of all
You are a universe
Life is your instrument
and only you can be the masterpiece
This is the translation of a poem I posted a while ago, the title of which is Happiness. I hope that you enjoy it and pass it on to your Spanish speaking friends. I had to take a break recently because of my brother’s passing. He was an artist and lover of poetry so I want to dedicate this first translation in Spanish to him. I know that he is free of pain now and thus most likely happy.
La felicidad se acercó un día
Y comenzó a caminar junto a mi
No esperaba en aquelle momento tan preciso
que me alcansará para pedirme todas mis penas
y tantas lagrimas ya derramadas como un monte de arena
Tomó todo y lo pusó en una bolsa gigantesca.
Me recordó de todas las bendiciones
Que he tenido en mi vida
Como mis hijos queridos,
Mis dos nietos y nietecita bella
El gran amor de mi esposo
Todo lo que me ha traido gozo.
Me dijo que siempre escogiera ser feliz
Porque la alternative sería sólo mi decisión
Y por qué ser negativa cuando se puede ser más positiva?
De repente el sol parecía brillar más que nunca;
Y los parajitos cantaban tan espectacularmente.
Me fijé más cuidosamente en las sonrisas de la gente.
¡Y decidí escoger la felicidad como mi constante acompañante!
-Melba Christie 2016
Happiness went walking one day
And caught up with me
It asked me to give it all my sadness
It bundled all my fears
And soaked up all my tears
Happiness knew exactly what to do
To put a smile on my face
It reminded me of my blessings
They outweigh the bad
So there is really no good reason
To be ever sad
Happiness is a choice we make;
it waits for you the minute you wake.
Always look on the sunny side
It’s a rule you must abide
What good is it to dwell on the negative
When you can choose to be happy
Keep your life in check
and keep in sight the positive.
“Shall we dance? On a bright cloud of music shall we fly?”
I now have lived long enough to know the real essentials in life. The reminders flow into my life constantly. All I need to do is look at a photograph of my grandsons or look deeply into the eyes of my husband or children and everything is put into perspective. I find myself researching my roots and trying to remember memorable events about my childhood. I don’t think it’s a baby boomer mentality. A friend told me that baby boomers go through a similar experience.
My journeys continue. My goals remain stronger than ever. My bucket list grows longer by the day. I suppose that is a good strategy to keep yourself in check. I still hope for world peace. I believe in the wonder of Santa Claus. I believe in God above all things. I even believe in myself lately. I ask myself about destiny. I wonder about if there is another side. Although I still ask the why questions about things, I think I figured out some of the mysteries about my soul.
Joseph Addison, an English essayist, once said, “The great essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love and something to hope for.”
I think I have most of these covered. However, I believe there is a continuum. You have to shift the focus every so often. You also have to be grateful for everything in your life. Some experiences will be magical, inspirational, and others will bring you done like a roller coaster out of control. But that is what makes up this thing called life. It is what makes us alive. To live is to learn. Your heart will tell you what do each time you are in doubt. Just listen. Don’t let doubts creep up on you and fill you with fears. Be still and you will find the answers you are looking for.
The essentials to happiness are clear to me now. I listen to my feelings and take notes. I try to hug the people I love a few more counts of Mississippi. I take deep breaths to avoid getting upset over nothing. I take longer breaks for me to be me. I pray more. I send out blessings into the universe for anyone who may need them. I visualize only as far as I can see. I locked my ego outside of my heart. I forgive and forget.
The essentials of happiness begin with every new day. This is what I have learned and will live by. I imagine a field of Daisies waving hello and greeting me. That always puts a smile on my face.
In this poem I have used some nonsense words I made up.
The rain breeped through the lofty trees
on this clograyly fall day
The hardy mums left from the summer
were however happy that they had stayed.
Golinlimpling down the steep hill
sprinted a beautiful unicorn
eager to meet the lovers
just married in the storm.
The unicorn’s voice so sweet and spiritual
whispered secrets from the future
to the sweethearts and their guests
Sunflowers suddenly stood to attention
as the sun sneaked in from the east
a splendid day will be after all
let us feast, oh, let us feast!
The soul mates slowly strolled
into the certainty of their tomorrows;
the unicorn confided there would not be any sorrows.
The unicorn disappeared
No one has ever seen it since
the lovers are now married forty years
happy and content.
A smile visited my face today
and will not go away
but that’s OK
I do not want it erased
I want my grandchildren to see
how happy they make me.