Sunday, June 20, 2010

Running a 5K

Running is my new passion
Core engaged; shoulders, up back down
Slow & steady finishes the race
My feet moving to the music

Running makes me feel alive
Rhythmic breathing, heart pounding
My feet moving to the music
Streams of sweat dripping down

Rhythmic breathing, heart pounding
Pacing my stride to finish strong
Streams of sweat dripping down
Folks cheering along the way

Pacing my stride to finish strong
Fatigue says, "slow!"; my brain screams, "No!"
Folks cheering along the way
Exhilaration... I cross the line!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

"Delightin' in This Day"

Everything delightin' in this day...

Breatheable beautiful, soft breeze flows midst
Fragile blades of grass gracefully wigglin'
Birds cheerfully chirp 'n call while
Soothing southern sun shimmers 'n sweetly shines

Soothing southern sun shimmers sweetly upon
Ants as they slow their frantic pace
Dragonflies zip, dart, hover midair in
Breatheable, beautiful, soft breeze blows



Everyone delightin' in this day...

Breatheable, beautiful, soft breeze among
Fine folks lingerin' and listen' to the latest
Landscapers leisurely cotton to their callin' while
Soothing southern sun shimmers sweetly soaks

Soothing southern sun shimmers sweetly as
Writers putting pen to paper pouring out words
University scholars sauntering along tunes hummin' while
Breatheable, beautiful, soft breeze whispers


"Everything 'n everyone...
Delightin' in this day!"


Friday, January 1, 2010

Twenty Ten

Twenty Ten has arrived cold and quietly. I didn't wonder what I would call this year, until today. Two thousand and ten? Twenty Ten? Twenty Ten has a nice rhythm to it... so it will be Twenty Ten.

Family tradition... counting on the same things happening at the same time of the year with family members. Holidays are when most traditions are established. Traditions are comfortable, they fit, they feel right. Holidays are times when annual traditions feel right.

When we move from our comfort zones, we are out of balance. Try as we might to recreate or create new traditions~it is not an easy task.

Traditions have once again changed for me. This is the first New Year that my son has not been in town to "celebrate" the new year. Our event that we both enjoy is watching the Twilight Zone marathon. There are several episodes that we watched together, but my favorite is "Time Enough at Last". I did get a text reminding me that it was about to come on. Somehow, it is just not the same.

Traditions began changing Christmas 2007. My mom was called to heaven on December 20 of that year. In the ICU, the afternoon of her passing, a nurse held my hand and told me, "You have Christmas at your home, don't you? She would still want you to do that, you know. It won't be easy, but I believe you will find the strength to do it, for her!" Well, I don't know how she knew that, but it was true. Ever since my son was born, May 1984, we ate breakfast at my home Christmas morning. Of course, my parents were in agreement, because Aaron wouldn't have to get out in the cold. Just like great grandparents everywhere, no grandchild of theirs would get out on the most exciting morning of the year. So, for thirteen years, we enjoyed the comfort of our family Christmas breakfast. My brother and sister came in with their hugs, smiles and bags of gifts as well. As the years progressed, my siblings came with their significant others. This was a welcome change in tradition... the more the merrier!

For at least five Christmases, my sister brought her boyfriend/husband. Then one Christmas, she came alone, but my brother invited his girlfriend, soon to be wife. When others joined family, my sister and brother had to share the day with their significant others' families as well. I am sure this had to be difficult for my parents, especially my mom. However, she never mentioned it.

When my mom died, we did have Christmas breakfast that morning. That morning does not stand out in my memory. I just remember the warmth of family and love amidst the tears and hugs. Christmases after have never been the same; don't really expect them to, but I wonder if there will be a new tradition and when it will happen.


Thursday, December 10, 2009

First Snow Found Poem~Source Facebook Statuses

Snow on Midstate

What a perfect morning


Snowed last night

I-24 - black ice

Cars sideways

Cars in ditches

Cars sliding past us

Backwards

MPD to the rescue


Isn’t it beautiful!

Sun rising on one side

Moon still in the sky on the other side

Dusting os sugary snow

On everything


Happiness is...

Waking up to a

beautiful snowfall


Snow,

oh my word!


It snowed

can’t actually

believe it!


SNOW!!!

Snow more & tons,

But...

Keep it safe for cars and planes


Snow! Cool!!

Rockette’s at 2


State Championship Football

in the snow


First snow of the season

Not a whole lot

Nice to see some


Slept through...

the snow


Woke up this morning

to a

face-full of snow!


Snowing at 4:30 this morning

It was really

I know

I saw it!


Fell this morning on ice

Ibuprofen & heating pad

my friends


Snow already?

WOW


Love the snow

Only better:

School day snow


TIdied up the house

Kick off the holiday season


Christmas shopping

Christmas wrapping

Fa La La Lala La la la LA!!


Parade of Lights,

Denver


Sad...

all the snow melted


Don’t go any where near

OPRYLAND!

CRAZY!!


First Christmas card today

Hearing from friends & family

Favorite part of the holiday


Believe it or not,

I survived!


Just got Boiled Custard...

OMIGOSH!!



Baby, it’s cold outside


Note to self:

Google “Fantasy Fudge”

include the word “recipe”


Snow is Beautiful

Black ice... not so much

totaled truck this morning


Saturday, July 11, 2009

Three Months Later...

Rewind...
It is Good Friday, April 10, 2009. Don and I were sitting in our personal comfortable chairs, he relaxed in his ergonomically-engineered Ikea and me in my mom's rocker/recliner, getting ready for a day of quiet reading! Yes... Don was reading and I was thrilled that we would share this day in this way! I knew Jeff Ray of Channel 2 news had predicted severe storms for the middle Tennessee area; so, we had the TV on mute, keeping an eye on the weather channel. I thought, "I should get my laptop and follow this weather on weather.com." My laptop showed a red ominous blob headed our way. Well, the rest, you know is history. The world as we know it, Murfreesboro, Tennessee, was literally ripped apart. From the southwestern corner to the northeastern corner of my hometown, a tornado twisted and bounced like a spinning top, leaving in its wake destroyed lives & landscape, families & homes.

Three months later...
July 10, 2009 I decided to begin a new workout routine. At 4:00 AM, I woke up with the enthusiasm of a kid starting their first day at school. My plan was to be out right before the sun rose, painting the soft colors of a new day on the eastern sky. Much to my dismay, it was very dark outside. So, I had my cup of "wake-up" to pass the time. Around 5 AM, I looked out my kitchen window, a lovely soft navy dawn had filled my view. With my new running shoes, I grabbed by I-Touch and hit the pavement with a WALK/run/repeat routine. The first street was okay, a brisk walk, heavy breathing and arms pumping to the beat of a song. As I reached the first cross street, I began my very brief run. Penny Lane and walk, I can do this. As my feet began a walk, Stephen Curtis Champman sang in my ear, "Speechless". As my breath finally came back to normal, I took in my surroundings: to the right, "my" sunrise, the eastern sky painted with pastel pinks, corals, yellows with the softest colors I had desired to see; to my left, the aftermath of the devastation left by the Good Friday tornado that had ripped my neighbors homes and lives apart. The afternoon of April 10 and after I had not ventured into the areas of destruction, my focus had been at home, school, TCAP, and end of the year activities. I was bound and determined not to be one of the curious, riding around to see what the tornado had done to our beloved town. I had been a witness to the constant stream of onlookers parading through the area. As I viewed the empty lots where homes and lives had stood, the disbelief and awe of everything came rushing in with every breath I took. As Steven continued to serenade my workout, I was "astounded and amazed" by God's contrasting power. Tears trickled down my sweating cheeks... grateful to just be in the moment!

Today, July 10, 2009...
Some of the damaged homes in my neighboring subdivision have been repaired. Not much has changed for one house; still looks like a bomb had been dropped on it! I wonder about the people, the families, the lives that were tossed about on that day three months ago. One family, our backyard neighbors Dot and John, have come home. Today, I delivered some handpicked blueberries, my belated welcome back home gift. Dot proudly showed me the repairs that had been made to their home. I shared with her my new lease on life... walk/run/repeat; she had started a similar routine. We decided to meet in her yard at 5 AM the next morning to walk together.

As I reflect about the terrible event which occurred three months ago, I realize how much a community pulls together in a time of need. How perfect strangers who speak can go about their normal daily routines, oblivious of the lives of others. Let life throw a wrench to purposefully slow everyone down and force people to get back to our basic needs of survival. I believe those basic needs includes unconditional humanity. We need to know that people still care about people in the simplest of terms. Giving a hug, sharing food, and providing shelter from the storms of life, whatever those storms might be. God is keeping us on this earth, blessing us in our country, pulling us together as a community for some reason. I can't help but believe the lesson is "get back to the simpler way of life". Someday in our future we may be faced with far more worse days... will I remember the lessons learned? I pray my answer will be yes.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Friends

Tribute to a Friend...

On "The Friendship Page: Friendship Quotes" there is this quote by Anna Cummins:

Do not save your loving speeches
For your friends till they are dead;
Do not write them on their tombstones,
Speak them rather now instead.

Recently I shared in the pain of two friends; one died of cancer the other, left without a lifelong friend. These ladies two were "two peas in a pod", "tweedle-dee & tweedle-dum". In February of this year Mary discovered she had brain cancer. June 2, 2009 Dorothy lost her best friend, Mary, to this monster we all know as cancer. This experience of loss prompted a time of personal reflection for me.

Think for a moment with me... Who is the "tweedle-dum" in your "tweedle-dee"? Who is the other pea in your pod"? Julia is that friend for me. I cannot imagine a single day of my life when a "Julia thought" doesn't cross my mind. Whether she is right across town or halfway around the world... I know that is there, in spirit or in person, when I need her.

My thoughts wandered through the many friendships I have experienced in my short 50+ years on this earth. The longest enduring friendship I hold dear is from age five. Many of my friendships have endured petty jealousies, major disagreements, and one, a business partnership. My friendship with Julia is quite extraordinary.

When looking for friendships, the standing advice is: "... find someone who has similar interests, hobbies - commonalities." That is always a good place to begin...

"What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies."
- Aristotle

Julia and I share so much, but yet we are as different as day and night. Our birthdays are in February, in fact, we are three days apart in age. When we first met each other, we were both substitute teaching at the same school. Our first teaching position was at the same school. Her younger son was in my fifth grade class, and my only son was in her fourth grade class. We both adore dogs! We have a passion for the written word. Her mom lives in Memphis, so does my son. We both drive a Toyota Camry, her fast eight cylinder is taupe in color, my slow six cylinder, a speedy red. So you see... we share many loves: cars, Memphis, reading, dogs, teaching, and February.

"Give others freedom to be themselves. Appreciate the differences between their ways and yours."
- Jennifer Chen

As my mind continues to wander... I am somewhat puzzled by our friendship. There are so many differences spanning between us. Many of these differences are minor; some, vast. I love the thirst-quenching gulp of a chilled Diet-Pepsi. Her choice of beverage is room-temperature water or a chilled glass of Chardonnay. Julia's home is shared by several cats, mine is home to none. Her feet are those of a world traveler flying to Europe to see French gardens and castles; mine stay on the solid ground for the comforts of home. Julia is a "doer": outdoor garden, carpentry, home remodeling projects, blacksmithing to name just a few! My projects are numerous as well, but more of the sitting domesticated flavor. Julia lives alone which is why her work is never done. My husband of thirty years takes on many of the responsibilities Julia must do alone. I often tell her I need to give her lessons in slothfulness! She is teaching me everything I want to know about herb gardening. She loves to cook; I love to eat... a great combination, don't you agree!

"This communicating of a man's self to his friend works two contrary effects; for it redoubleth joy, and cutteth griefs in half." - Francis Bacon

Even with our differences and because of our similarities Julia is a friend on whom I rely and trust. We multiply each others joys and divide the pain. The best of times we have shared: sons' graduations from high school and college and her older son's wedding. During my dad's battle with cancer, I would call Julia either on the way to his home or on the way back to my home, sometimes both. She listened through my tears and made the long, lonely ride endurable. Julia was there to divide the pain when cancer finally took him away from me. Recently, when Good Friday brought tornados to our town, Julia walked along beside me, picking up the shattered dreams of neighbors scattered over my property.

What will tomorrow bring, who knows? But together we look forward to a future of grandchildren, retirement, and travels. I know with out a doubt, we will be there to lean on each other through the worst of times when the storms of life bring them our way.


"I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul rememb'ring my good friend(s) [sic}."
- William Shakespeare

Thank you, Mr. William Shakespeare! The words to end this reflection would not come to me easily. You found them many years ago; they ring true in my heart today. I, too, am happy in the depths of my soul to pen these words about Julia today, in hopes that others will take the time to honor those friends they hold dear! I know Dorothy and Mary loved each other dearly. As I observed their conversations while finishing each others sentences... I glimpsed the "soul-mate" kind of friendship that endures and brings true happiness.

Julia, you are my "tweedle-dee"... I will be your "tweedle-dum" through eternity and beyond.



Monday, June 1, 2009

Life is Now!

It's not that "today is the first day of the rest of my life," but that now is all there is of my life.
                                                                                                                                                     ~Hugh Prather

This quote appeared on my blogsite today.   I thought, how ironic!  Yesterday, I learned that two lives were taken from this world... a mom and her 12-year old daughter.  They were on their way to celebrate their parents/grandparents 50th wedding anniversary.  Also, yesterday, I had a call from a book group friend that one of our members is living out her final days.  As Hugh Prather states so accurately...  
Life indeed is NOW!

The lady from our book group retired from the nursing profession a couple of years ago.  Her retirement has been filled with traveling and friends!  Along with her best friend, she has been a loyal attender and reader.  Her mere presence in our group added a  positive energy, a certain life attitude that was so refreshing and youthful.   At this time, she is home with family, close friends, and Hospice.  I am truly going to miss my friend and mentor.  I will always remember her lovely smile and jovial laughter forever!  
Life indeed is NOW!

I did not know the mom and daughter who was killed in a car accident Saturday afternoon.  I did know the precious grandparents.  The wife was blinded several years ago due to a stroke.  Her war-decorated husband selects his wife's clothing, earrings, etc on a daily basis.  She depends so much on him, and he on her!  Together they are the epitome of the strength of Job!  It is my prayer that God will sustain them and the other family members through this tragic event in their lives.  Sunday, they were going to have a church pew reserved for the entire family to celebrate 50 wonderful years together.  Instead, Sunday found them planning two funerals for a daughter and granddaughter instead.  
Life is NOW!

Don't hesitate to really look into the eyes of that special person sitting across the table from you.  Don't let a day go by that you tell someone how important they are in your life.  Don't let a morning go by that you don't give that special loved one a loving hug!  Don't let a night go by that you thank God for the blessings of this life.  Don't let a phone call end with a simple good-bye... add a simple "Love you!"  Every day is precious.  The people in our life are God's gifts... cherish them!  

Life is NOW!