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Goodbye Yellow Caboose

Goodbye Yellow Caboose

Goodbye Yellow Caboose
Waiting for the end
Waiting with patience
Reminder of childhood
Reminder of life ever fleeting

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To temper my thoughts, a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

A PSALM OF LIFE

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
SAID TO THE PSALMIST

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o’erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

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+Return to Soul, Return to Body

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Today I returned to my favorite park and walked. A simple act, walking. A simple remembrance of what running and walking in nature, in this park mean to me. A return to commune with God that comes as easily as breathing, as easily as looking over and seeing a tiny blue dragonfly on the brush beside the path. I’ve put off returning to running and walking because I tore a ligament in my foot a couple months ago. I can put it off no longer. The physical pain is worth the exchange of spiritual energy and renewal. The bitter balances the sweet.

 

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+46 Soulful Saturday: Week 8

+46 Soulful Saturday

This week’s theme thanks to the theme generator on WordPress.

Italo Calvino said, “The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.” Describe the ghosts that live in your house.

Create art or writing based on the above prompt and post a link, if you so desire.
Here’s my contribution for the week:

The ghosts in my house aren’t only thoughts and memories. Some of them are present in physical matter left behind from years past. Holes in the wall from teenage angst, a last minute carpet bought for the floor that I eventually gave birth to my youngest daughter on, an entryway marking the growth of children over the years.

When I was young, we moved around almost every single year until I was 12. There was no time for physical items to becomes markers of past events. There was no time for bonds to be formed among friends or even family outside my primary unit. No ghosts in those houses and apartments at all. The place that held ghosts for me at that stage of life was my mother’s car. Many road trips and moves were spent in her car where each of the three of us had our designated living area… mine was the back window. I laid against the cold of the back window watching other cars drive by and that was my place. Even though we stopped moving after I turned 12 and my Mom remarried, it took me years to feel at home anywhere other than a car. When I turned 15, my Mom wanted to move again, I told her no. I told her she could move without me, but that I was not moving again. And, truly, I haven’t. I may have lived in a couple different apartments before buying the house we have lived in for 12 years, but they have all been within about an hour of each other. Now, I have a home, ghosts and all.

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+32 Soulful Saturday: Week 5

+32 Soulful Saturday

This week’s theme is “real life”. Write about it. Draw, paint, photograph… do something and post a link here, if you like.

I haven’t finished my piece for last week’s theme of fire, but will do so at some point.

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+30 Struggle

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The body, the flesh part of this journey of mine, has been making me crazy lately. Three times a week I weigh myself and take a picture of the scale to send to my trainer. For the past 3 months, I’ve been gaining and losing the same eight pounds. Overall, I’ve lost about 55 pounds with most of them coming off when starting a food plan with my trainer on June 22, 2012. Most weeks I do zumba, run, lift weights or do boot camp at least 4-5 times per week and sometimes more than once per day. I’m becoming weary. I’ve been really angry about food for the past month, at least. I’ve been struggling to limit my carb and sugar intake. Seeing that number on the scale at the beginning of the day can dictate the rest of my day. Lower number, happier me which leads to the ability to make better choices. Higher number, pissy me which leads to less motivation and will power. I am at this odd halfway mark stuck in my own personal temporal loop. Why can’t my body comply to shedding a few more pounds without having to limit my food as much? Why do I have to workout so much just to maintain what I have already lost? All that to say, I saw this image and quote from Muhammed Ali this week on Facebook resonated with my soul. I feel that way. I have something in common with Muhammed Ali. 

 

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+29 Gratitude

Wednesday… day of gratitude for the sharing of knowledge from strangers. Yet again, the men on the nepacrossroads.com coal website answered my questions about my coal stoker.

Creatively speaking, I have ideas brewing but nothing coming to fruition. I need to go out and buy oil pastels.

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+28 Winter Birth

bday1-2Today is my birthday. Much of my journey of the past year has been focused on my physical body and trying fervently to rid myself of the extra baggage it has acquired over the past twenty three years. This year I am continuing to focus on the physical but added this blog in as a way to return to focusing on my soul and creativity… perhaps to shed the baggage of accumulated negative waste in my head. I shot this photo during my birthday run on my favorite trail. As a January baby, I tend toward the thread of melancholy that weaves it way in and out of the winter months. I love  how silent snow reflects the moonlight, cold yet inviting.

Memories to savor from my birthday:
– running through the brisk air at a faster than usual pace.
– realizing that despite our immaturity as young parents and our weaknesses in general, we have raised a well-balanced, loving adult son. I treasure his visit for my celebration, the dancing to Just Dance 4, and the conversation about emotions we had.
– time around the diningroom table with 4 out of my 5 kids, my hubby, my Mom, and one of my sisters… of special note was the very odd sounding rendition of “Happy Birthday” sung in varying accents.
– a delicious flourless chocolate cake with fresh raspberries, blueberries, bananas and peanut granola lovingly prepared by my husband.

And, another pic from my run…

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+24 Solitary

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Solitary yet surrounded

Not always alone

Not always known

 

(My Soulful Saturday contribution for week 3)

 

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+21 +22 +23 Pear-shaped

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As an artist, I feel that I shouldn’t go into any explanation in regard to this piece. As a writer, I am tempted to do so. For now, I leave it to the interpretation of the viewer.

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+20 Throwaway day or not

Yesterday was a crap day. What can I say? Figuring out sales tax for the quarter after spending every last cent in our bank account and our sales tax savings account to replace the heater equals one unhappy woman. Yes, I am thankful the money was in the account to use, but I am now left with one whopping unpaid bill. I’ve seen God’s hand at work in this whole process, so I have to continue to hope that He will provide. Having a community of friend’s around us meeting our needs is both humbling and inspiring. I am thankful, so I guess this wasn’t a throwaway day afterall. 

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