A Philosophy on Life By Sam Berns

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?

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.

tulipanes

 

 

 

Soft Commotion and Jubilation

jubilation

Soft commotion

and jubilation

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,

and dance,

I need soft commotion and jubilation.

Don’t you?

Join me at least for today.

 

Felicidad

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

 

Mandala 4

Happiness

hello sunshine

Happiness went walking one day
And caught up with me
Quite unexpectedly

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.

Great Essentials of Life

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.

 

 

PHOTOS FOR KEEPS 469

An Unexpected Visit from a Unicorn

In this poem I have used some nonsense words I made up.

unicorn

 

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.