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My Brain Went Bungee Jumping

My brain went bungee jumping the other day

It bounced me up and down

until it finally allowed

one of my deep thoughts

to rise along with it

the thought penetrated a cloud

and it rained love

all over.

Imagine that!

All this because my brain

went bungee jumping.




Quotes that could have been poems


Photo by Melba Christie   (c) 2012


Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose.”

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross


“I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.”

Duke Ellington


“If you are yourself at peace, then there is at least some peace in the world. Then share your peace with everyone, and everyone will be at peace.”        –Thomas Merton


“I am very happy, very enchanted … for  I am surrounded here by everything I love… My desire would be to stay just like this forever, in a quiet corner of nature. –Claude Monet


“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly. “One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”  –Hans Christian Anderson



what happened to good?

What happened to good?

I would like to know.

All  you hear lately is negativity

our economy: no good

our hope: not there

our respect: gone

that’s not good.

our patience:non-existent 

That’s not good either.

our dignity: not present

not good at all!

our ability to care for one another

going, going gone

This cannot be good.

What happened to for the good of the order?

What happened to our humanity?

What happened to good?

Oh wait. I think I see it  crossing the street.






Sometimes a feeling invades the senses

all at once

overwhelming the heart and soul

sometimes intuition

tickles you first

to get your attention


sometimes it injects you with energy

so powerful you cannot sleep


sometimes it tiptoes into your dreams

and allows you to slumber


but the feeling lingers for days

and you just can’t remember

why or what it is you should



Sometimes it smacks you across the face

and when you look at yourself  in the mirror

you see a hand imprinted in deep red

and sometimes instead

it just walks up to you

and shakes your hand

and you suddenly understand

what you need to do

Your intuition knows how

to make this a better world

to value what matters most

to love life

to be still

and watch patiently

as a flower blooms in spring.


Youth is sometimes wasted on the young

Youth is sometimes wasted on the young; they do not realize that too soon youth fades with the sunset.  Mae West once said, “You are never too old to  become younger.” Feeling youthful may be a state of mind. Some people never grow old; their attitude is that of Ms.West exactly. I guess one can argue that it depends on how one feels physically as well. We are all vulnerable to the onset of the ailments that are associated with growing older. But maybe it is about acquiring the Peter Pan attitude of not wanting to grow old and more importantly not bothering with the concept of growing up either.

These concepts are unrealistic of course but intriguing and inviting. An important factor of Peter’s existence is that “without a memory, he cannot gain knowledge from his experiences and therefore cannot grow up.”

As we grow older though we tend to cling to the memory of youth. We want to restore those memories in scrap books and go back to old journal entries just to try to remember. The “way we were” is most times the best of who we are now or who we long to be perhaps.

I always wonder about what age I would be if I did not know exactly what age I am. Imagine not being able to look at yourself in the mirror to gauge your age. Imagine not having any frame of reference at all in order to estimate your chronological age. Personally, I would be stuck on one and twenty. A special age to be in life. I speak from experience of course. I remember a poem by Housman that goes like this:

WHEN I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;

Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.’
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
‘The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
‘Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.’

And I am two-and-twenty,

And oh, ‘tis true, ‘tis true.

Sometimes youth is wasted on the young. I need to explore what I really mean by this. But in the meantime I invite you to help me explore the idea. And no I am not a bitter old woman trying to be young again nor am I seeking the truth in my middle age.  I simply feel that sometimes youth is wasted on the young. That is all.