After a full day of snow and the cloudy and damp weather, everyone welcomes the sunshine.
“The sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another day
For an approving God.”
– Emily Dickinson
Good Day Sunshine
So many have had something to say about you
whether you were on the rise in the morning
or falling into deep slumber in the evening
I like you best at morn
when you so well adorn
the sky and make me want to sigh.
– Melba Christie
The following poem is composed of my lines and lines from other poems I found on WordPress. I have included the attributions at the end.
Soft promises made
By hidden thoughts
Only I could see
I know you love the ocean
And the magic of its waves
You see at the distance
a rowboat sway in peace
And nature whispers in the dark –
How much the earth loves you back
A super moon appears
To light the way
If you want to keep a secret
And keep it well
Then I will tell
Miracles are real.
“She opened her curtains, and looked out towards the bit of road that lay in view, with fields beyond outside the entrance-gates. On the road there was a man with a bundle on his back and a woman carrying her baby; in the field she could see figures moving – perhaps the shepherd with his dog. Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. She was a part of that involuntary, palpitating life, and could neither look out on it from her luxurious shelter as a mere spectator, nor hide her eyes in selfish complaining.” -George Elliot
My mother had just moved into a new senior housing apartment in NYC. It is what she could afford at the time. Being a very independent woman she decided she wanted to live on her own.
The small efficiency was located across the street from a hospital. She told me one day that when she looked out the window she’d see when they removed corpses wrapped inside body bags. The bodies would be put into funeral hearses through the back entrance of the hospital.
This was almost a daily happening. I asked her not to look out the window if it upset her and her response was, “Am I supposed live in the dark and with the curtains drawn all the time?” I felt so bad for her. She had waited a long time for this apartment. It was walking distance to department stores, her doctors and the local McDonald’s which she liked.
A few months passed and she finally gave in and asked me to help her look for another place to live. She had become depressed. We convinced her to come and live with us for a while until we could find her a better location.
One day, her blood pressure went up sky-high and she became very disoriented. This was the first time this had happened. She asked me about the window. I thought she was referring to the window in the apartment close to the hospital. I kept reassuring her that she was nowhere near that window. Little did I realize she was asking me about another window.
This window had brought her joy. It was the window that had a view of the street where we lived from my birth until I started kindergarten. That window’s views were of neighborhood children playing. It was through that window that called out to us. That window received a gentle knock from my dad when he got home from work every evening. It was the look out window in the summer. Our friends and neighbors would stop by to chat and bring my mom fresh-baked bread or other goodies. Our neighbors were so friendly and family oriented: we were always sharing food. This was the window that had the beautiful curtains she had made herself. We all took pictures in front of that window. It was the window that opened up to memories.
I realized my mom was simply remembering a time when she was truly happy. She recovered from that scary episode with her high blood pressure. It never happened again.
I went back to visit my old neighborhood about a year ago. It has changed quite a bit but the window is still the same. I do not think it has ever been renovated.
It’s funny what reminds us of these moments in our lives. I happened to come across the quote by George Elliot and suddenly all these thoughts streamed through my memory. My mother is no longer with us. I hope she has a good view from her window. I hope she sees us and that she knows how much we miss her.
My sister and I in front of the window my mother loved.
Are you the curious observer?
Are you the deep thinker?
Release those thoughts!
Instead be still and take in the view
transcend the ordinary
Love others selflessly
Love, Love, Love
all of nature knows the rules
all of nature knows how to do it
“let’s do it”
Let’s love each other
Like Cole Porter wrote,
“Even lazy jelly fish do it”
Just do it.
Love will make it happen.
Happy National Poetry Month!
“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” –
– Leonard Cohen
A few suggestions for things you can do to honor the poets of the world.
* Read a poem to someone you love.
* Go to Poet.org and learn about A Poem in your Pocket
* Memorize just one line from a poem everyday.
* Post a short poem on Facebook or any other social media format you like.
* Write a poem for someone special.
* Email a poem to a friend.
*Check out your local library for programs that relate to poetry
* Dare to share a live video of yourself reading a few lines from a favorite poem. #mypoetryselfie.
* Finish this line: My heart leaps up when I behold …
and post it to my timeline or messenger and I will collect all into a large poem on April 30 as a culmination of Poetry Month. Write it in any language cause all languages matter.
* Simply make people aware of the celebration.
If you love music then you love a poet. Bob Dylan just received a Nobel Prize for his body of work as a songwriter.
So poetry is always in the air. It is never to late to become a poetry lover. Remember my friends poetry is life and life is poetry. Have a beautiful Poetry Month.
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When We listen
When we listen
we can hear the unspoken words
of the sages of the future
when we listen
the songs of the crickets
are meant to heal our souls
when we listen
we can decipher
the secret whispers
of the butterflies
Photo by Melba Christie
When we listen
we can hear
the heart strings of a young lover
strumming like an acoustic guitar
when we listen
we can hear
the harp of our soul
playing an opus
to help us become
more aware of who we are
when we listen
there’s no telling
what sounds will resonate
to help us appreciate
the life we take for granted
all the more.
I found a Unistar
ready to be wished upon
I wished for many things
I won’t say how many
but if tomorrow
the world is at Peace
we shall thank the Unistar.
The painting is my representation of the Unistar. Make a wish if you want. It can’t hurt.
Trying to catch up with Life
I bumped into Hope
It spoke softly and slowly
I suppose it wanted to be in the Present
“Hope is all we have and no one can take it away.”
This has become my mantra when I meditate.
Painting By Melba Christie