Dancing

 with 

Terri

A Scorpio, I am

Sign of Water/Sexuality

& Emotion

 

Myers/Briggs personality test resulted INFJ (A)

 (Introvert, Intuition, Feeling, Judging)

A mediator.

100% accurate!

Only 1.5% of the world population is this personality;

the other 98.5% has trouble relating to INFJ.

 

As any true introvert,

I can handle noise/crowds for exactly 1 hour

before the need to retreat takes over

to the quiet or filling with music somewhere.

Oddly enough, I am drawn to customer service.

 

I know these things:

I love who I am.

I love emotion.

I am vulnerable.

I care deeply.

I love.

And I love deeply.

I will wait it out for return.

I long to be loved.

My children are my world.

Nature is my solace, my constant, my peace.

I hear each bird's tweet,

adore shapes in the clouds, share the moon with everyone I know,

smile at the song of my wind chimes,

wonder at the growth of a flower,

drive to chase sunsets, enjoy a great storm,

relax fully when the ocean is outside my door.

My favorite word is dance.

 

Representing how I strive to live…

to a beat that allows my body, my soul to dance in rhythm


A Scorpio, never really lets go, or forgets

 

#DancingwithTerri2010

My heart is full ... I long to share it

I wish it were possible ... for me to be yours

The moon, full tomorrow

imagine it my heart ... a reach to be yours


WINK AT THE WORLD.

 

I think we forget just how temporary it all is.

 

Life,

love,

pain,

happiness.

 

Nothing is permanent.

never was

and never will be.

 

Micro moments and fleeting emotions,

just flashing in a pan.

 

I wish I could freeze some moments I’ve had in my life.

 

bottle them up.

pickled, preserved

and shelved.

 

Until I decide to dust them off

and pull them out

when I’m lost or feeling alone.

 

I guess it’s all in the learning

that in life,

we have moments that we need

to just let go.

 

Take what we can

from what we had,

carry it’s lesson with us

on no matter which road

we may roam.

 

Chapter by chapter we go,

living our story,

planting roots of experience

and nurturing it

into growth.

 

There was a time

when i always wanted to go back,

drawn to what was

and too scared

of what might be.

 

But backwards

isn’t forwards,

and forwards

is what makes us.

 

Sometimes it breaks us.

 

But who doesn’t ever

hit a little bump in the road?

 

I’m learning to now

let it flow.

Roll with it,

take a deep breath,

exhale

and savour it.

 

Because not knowing what’s ahead

can be just as exciting as knowing

what we’ve seen, and how magical

the journey has been.

 

You can’t show me one person

who’s life turned out exactly

as it was planned.

 

And maybe that’s the universe

proving that it’s all

just bigger than any of us.

 

So whatever we face,

we need to embrace

because there ain’t no turning back.

 

I can honestly say

I’m more curious now than I ever was before,

to see what im given

and just what life has in store.

 

I can only hope

i wake one day

and once again

wonder

how I even got to be

where i am

 

So for now I’ll just roll the dice

on living my life.

Everything by chance.

Nothing by plan.

 

Blow it a kiss,

wink at the world,

 

give it a twirl

 

and dance the rest of it out.

 

(C) Sarah’s Collection of Scars FB

#DancingwithTerri2013

Annoying snow on my day off

White coverage, not enough for a plow

Car troubles leave me to tremble

A prayer a minute gets me to the next

I could feel sorry, drown in self pity

Yes there are days I do just that

Yet there's a strength that pulls me through

Along with my Baby laying in lap

Life flying by, feeling not a part

Not quite sure how to jump start

My heart's getting cold, heading towards stone

Tones of panic struggle within

Incredible stupidity I previously displayed

Tears for that erupt in my days

Who am I, where the hell do I go

What do I take with me what do I leave behind

Something needy in me occasionally resides

A partner in life, a friend for comfort and strife

So much to share; God show me the way

Let the lack of money not control and decay

Remind me of pride; let it trickle back to me

Let me hold up my head; let the light shine again in my eyes

Let my smile return, beauty fill my days

Fill me with words in responsive creativity

Drive me, strive me, hunger me with that

Gift of inspiration filled with combat

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 EUREKA!

Cruising Eureka Springs in Murano - top down!

Spectacular foliage graced streets of town

Autumn's dance, like no other

Tourists & residents danced together

Joyful, hometown-feel treasure

Where the springs run deep

In Ozark mountain pleasure


Bikers too, filled streets and taverns

Cruising by, they danced like feathers

Soulful cruising heals the wounds

Peace pours forth in passion found

Eureka Springs, you fill a space

That longing knows is saved for great

Dancing and cruising with introvert measure


#DancingwithTerri2007

A ship in the faraway distance

Swaying in stormy dark outside

The ocean rumbling in

Whispers music, amplified

I pretend a Captain on-board

Searching delight of life

A female companion

To play part of wife


Stormy sensation takes over me

Scanning the distance of sea…

So much harrowed water

Between the Captain and me


My eyes do not defect the ship

The world of pretend…

Allows bringing it close to me

#DancingwithTerri2014

All I Need Today

Everything I need today is right here

Words line up in my head on spreadsheet

Even outside is perfect with gray thick

Street lights stay on over slickened street

Expression, is everything to me

Balancing life in both joy and defeat

Today, all here

Everything I need for contentment to meet


It seems hard for others to understand

What it is I do in a day to mend

People are good and I enjoy the rapport

But it is my journal that’s my best friend

Expression, is everything to me

Balancing relations, I love words to send

Today, all here

Everything I need for the world not to bend


Everything I need today is right here

Emotions swirling my heart swells in glory

Putting these feelings into words on paper

Give my life interesting love story

Expression, is everything to me

Balancing excavation of golden quarry

Today, all here

Everything I need for intrigue in story


For a year's period of time I wrote from a box of words

Each day the website gave a "box of words" different each day

The object was to use only the words in the box to create poetry

These are some of my "boxed words"

xoxoxoxoxo 

I’ve grown through tears of truth

Dreams of remembered laughter filled love

Sings a lullaby, sweet with your kiss

 xoxoxoxoxo 

miles stood;

the biggest race run,

I trudged onwards,

even at ninety-two, I will still love him 

xoxoxoxoxo 

Praying found release

In the under-tow of love’s ocean tides

Shackled and bruised

Gasping desire surfs loving waves

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Dance with me seaside, slowly

Again with the Commodore’s

This time, never let me go,

We are Sailing ……

                                 Still

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Trinkets . . . testimonies of summer monuments

 

Missing . . . dawn rains

Waterfall desire

Sundown touch

 

Found . . . soul love

Rest among gears

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Relentless waters rushing deep

Forced scarring wounds

Of their love past, denied

 

To hear waters sound

Speaking precarious desire

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Walk on her sand

With my heart in your hand

Bring back to me

The gift of the sea

 

Through your walking

I sense her talking

For the gurgles of sea

Are where home is for me

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Sea of Love ~

 

White-green sea waves rolling

Whisper freedom in the dawn

Love found us hand-in-hand

 Xoxoxoxoxo

 Voice within remembers:

 

~~eyes that smiled

~~wearing floral fibers

~~somewhere, breeze teased and leaves frolicked

 

Desire flowing . . . glimpsing love again

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Yesterday’s ravenous desire frenzied

Immersed in by-gone familiar waters

Camouflaged tears distorted poised reflection

 

Another face of love shadows

 xoxoxoxoxo

 My memory penned a story of you and me

Guided writing dreamed plot deep in rhyme

Searching love before

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Holding illusion of desire within her heart

Morning light suddenly brilliant

Whispering imminent love

Stardust of past grasping wings

xoxoxoxoxo

He is her desire~

His youthful laugh remembered fondly

Taking our days as kids

Stealing roadside love delicious

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Winking eyes and alibis

Flirting hotly with passers-by

The quest of desire

. . . breathing sighs

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Fresh-vased flowers

Touches hearts desire

Just as…

Knowing there is love

 

Delicious

And

Hot

 

But a dream away

 xoxoxoxoxo

Love whispered sweetly

As the ocean kissed the moon

In a silky crystal hue

Desire found your eyes

 xoxoxoxoxo

 The playground of harmless curiosities

Unleashes galvanized artifacts

Fluttering from old love and desire

Vaguely corrupted by forces of reality

 xoxoxoxoxo

Dancing, relit a wanting

Desire, once bright, repeats

Blazing flames alight again

Wanting the chance to love forever

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Delicious stories

That tempt the shadows

Flame savage dreams

Burning love’s desire

Deepening pain of the depriving taste

xoxoxoxoxo

 The Evening Waltz

 

Sunset over ocean azure

Quivering vivacious desire

Heart clutching love

Innocently delicious

Becomes ecstatically raging

xoxoxoxoxo

The river passes

As their desire (never known as such)

Fights to know love again

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Dancing moon . . . a beacon light

Shimmering translucent magic

Targeting delicious love in castle past

Enduring shadows of desire is found alive

 xoxoxoxoxo

Unformed questions left unmentioned

In the morning vulnerability

Of love’s delicious, flexuous

And crumpled desire unerring

. . . wordless

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Wrapped up in his name

~Anchored dreams of moonlit nights

~Protected spirits embracing love

~Remembered days of sweet desire

 xoxoxoxoxo

hues of dreams

unsaid promises

through truth’s memory

unspoken words

stroked used love

delicious and unchallenged

 xoxoxoxoxo

Armored boundaries exasperating

 

Love’s desire of provocative ecstasy

Exquisite like purple orchid

 

… boundaries emphasizing rules

 

Wither the luscious orchid

 xoxoxoxoxo

 Age debuts deferentially,

Revealing love for friend . . . again found,

Descending through hushed decades

 

Superlative to tender time

 

Reminder of childhood forevermore

 xoxoxoxoxo

Imprisoned hearts stirred ~

 

Affectations buried years past

Deeply breathed hungered love

 

But belonging to history

 

Antiquity maybe,

But a knowing deeply

 xoxoxoxoxo

 I protect my heart

By wondering beauty

Wrapped in your arms . . .

 

Love cradling loneliness

 

Embracing moments are reassuring

xoxoxoxoxo

#DancingwithTerri2011

Restlessness ...

In love with my restlessness

Yes, words are incredible

in just one day, how many

through my mind

they do swirl

not always

an easy, gentle twirl

Believe it or not

these days

are my favorite

as through their process

i do trust

to bring me fullness

to the place inside

where i truly rest


A few days ago, those words I wrote.  In many of my writings there is a feel of "restlessness" where I am "twirling" and "swirling".  I have come to understand that I am to let that swirling take over and land me right where I am to be.  Years ago, I would have become frustrated and telling myself that something is "wrong".  But then I accepted...and learned to love this most about me!  Swirl and Twirl, never knowing where it is I will land!!

This week I picked up a book that I had started back in 2005, but never finished.  Walking In This World ~ The Practical Art of Creativity by Julia Cameron, who is also the author of The Artist's Way.  I believe the Universe gives what it is you need, at the time you need it, if you are open.

As I have in many, many of my books, I furiously highlighted and wrote in the margins alongside my nightly reading. Tonight's chapter has been on the creative person's "restlessness" and why it comes. 

"Restlessness means you are on the march creatively.  The problem is, you may not know where."  There have been soooooo many words in this chapter that I use consistently in my writing.  Words, such as magic, intuitive, mysterious, callings, destiny, inspiration, craving, longing, path. . .

It has been a colorful and magic hour of reading!  I have to share Julia Cameron's last paragraph in this enlightening chapter:

"When we acknowledge the right of mystery to intercept and direct us, we acknowledge the larger issue that life is a spiritual dance and that our unseen partner has steps to teach us if we will allow ourselves to be led.  The next time you are restless, remind yourself it is the universe asking "Shall we dance?"

As the world outside blanketed itself with the first snow of the season today, I sat by the fire and read ... and I danced.

dancin' in Morocco

#DancingwithTerri2021

Haiku (5-7-5) 

Unbound

~dance~

Iced trees, snowy ground

White clouds, dark sky, lake setting

Black and white profound

~dance~

Wings spread, flying free

searching for identity

that which keeps you free

~dance~

Double the palm’s grace

Double the sky’s passion; Peace. . .

on glass top ocean

~dance~

Moon in the harvest

Silhouette wings spread in flight

Autumn’s night beauty

~dance~

Chameleon state.

blending into surroundings

no one will find me

~dance~

Peeking. . . clothed in mask

not sure if world is ready,

for all that I am

~dance~

Crystal reflection

glass-like water filled of sky

looking up. . . or down?

~dance~

Chiseled rock awaits

kiss of blue sky and white clouds;

barren tree watches

~dance~

Sedona magic:

Skies of blue, cotton-swab clouds

Red rock, barren trees

~dance~

Tail of a dragon

lifts to sun’s apricot shine

Morning comes in peace

~dance~

Energy for flight

sweetness of your taste all hers

beautiful flower

~dance~

~dance~

love communicates

wordless soundless voiceless mum

understanding stills

~dance~

love is a free fall

experience of cherish

live only to fall

~dance~

she sits with herself

understanding truth of love

it comes in own time

~dance~

love is like a storm

gales and gusts hurricane form

a dance of samba

~dance~

love tickles love heals

love fuels life love gives laughter

all are capable

~dance~

love captivates sense

love spreads with touch, words, passion

love feeds off of love

~dance~


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Haiku #DancingwithTerri2016


Love, the ultimate human longing and fulfillment in haiku after haiku (5-7-5)


~dance~

Love is ravishing

enchanting and entrancing

a yearning fervor

~dance~

love strengthens what is

turns positive, enlightens

love enhances all

~dance~

love, a crystal prize

all facets of diamond stuff

including sparkle

~dance~

entity of life

love, the buoy the anchor

essence to our souls

~dance~

love reverberates

echoes and resounds with roar

explore the thunder

~dance~

love creates better

love allows freedom to be

gift of purity

~dance~

#DancingwithTerri2001 

My Children…One By One 

I used to question your silly style

and the antics you would pull

I’ve grown used to them now and the

attention they sometimes draw

If I had looked closer at first

all you want is to make smiles and flaunt


Your accomplishments are very many

and most are aimed to please

Why are people content 

in chameleon state, you asked

That’s what sets you apart and the

difference you champion and stake

 

Your gestures, your actions, your crazy faces

leave us and others in stiches

Your writing, yours scripts, videos and plays

open the imagination to its fullest

You seem to say through the laughter you share:

relax, slow down, let me take you there

XO I LOVE YOU OX

 

That smile of yours

brightens anyone’s day

who crosses your path

who might come your way

 

The kindness you inspire

keeps all who know you

enlivened by your spirit

a feeling of renew

 

That golden heart

makes friendships glow

your most awesome treasure

they all tell you so

 

People love you

that’s a special gift

to make someone smile

and a mood you might shift

XO I LOVE YOU OX


Blue eyes…

The color of liquid sapphire.

 

As does the sun, they shine bright

@ times of playful delight

As a sky of lightning full

@ times of lost control

As awesome heat of shooting fire

@ times of intense desire

As beauty in sunset fashion

@ times of loving passion

As a surrendering waterfall

@ times when tears do fall

As a gust of wind’s unknown fate

@ times of prolific debate

As a woodland stream’s enchantment

@ times of ambitious accomplishment

As resemblance to torrents of rain

@ times of physical pain

As if clouds on changing course

@ times of wounded remorse

As do the stars, they shine bright

@ times of all life’s delight

Your blue eyes… remain

the color of liquid sapphire

in all that may transpire

XO I LOVE YOU OX

 

I wonder what it’s like

To be inside your mind

I wonder why it speaks

All that it says

 

Chatter-Chatter, it doesn’t matter

Where you are or your engagement

You talk to no one

Yet it’s conversation

 

You've amazed me from the start

The early age you chose to chat

And still to this day

you find intellect in talk

 

I love to listen when you think I’m not

It moves me in pictures

Of your day's pleasures

And possible dangers

 

You are one that can be left alone

To enjoy the company of yourself

To imagine everything inside

It’s a fascinating observation

 

It is wonderful to watch you

And listen to your words

They give a child’s eye view

Of this world we live in

 

So simple, so much pleasure

Makes me wonder again, why some

Cannot enjoy the mind and the words it speaks

To enjoy the time, wonder at surroundings

Imagine a different setting, and live in the moment

Through conversations coming from within

XO I LOVE YOU OX

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The dance already there

slow ... sweet ...

visible to only you and i

our touch

only in voice

and through eyes

a force so strong

knowing

where we belong

my heart

connected to yours

without a single touch

i struggle

to find words

that captures our dance

then i realize

the beauty

of no words at all

there's a circle of space

that holds

just you and i

magical

that i feel your touch

with no touch at all, when we're dancing

~dance~

Deep inside is the girl

Mirrored back in age

Glistening eyes once young

Remembering overflowing love

. . . wiser now, knows unsweet truth

~dance~

Your breath whispered unborn words

Turning my chastity darkness

Into delicious sweet silence

Smokey moon-dipped dreams

Wrapped silent love

~dance~

Flowers in meadows

Green calming oceans

Bathed rainbow dreams

Sweet lovers meeting

Allowed foretold eternity to bloom . . .

Souls unfold

~dance~

Aching memory etched inside heart forever

Happiness lingers strong through pain

Still hoping to love again

Heaven spins destiny

#DancingwithTerri2020

mornings during this stay-at-home mandate are pure pleasure

with coffee in hand and three days-worth of bed-head hair

i love the time with nature i now get to share

the time it takes to get from bed to work chair

stress-free, without a care

the glory of what all must be missing in a debonair

such plentitude without that of a millionaire

the morning’s a dance with affectionate flair

a book writing of self-aware

the joy of solitaire

2020 back yard bella vista

Nature’s Dance

The joy

The awe

The peace

The beauty

The wonder

The solitude

The surprise

The fulfillment

The admiration

The contentment

 

Sight creating breathtaking moments

Sight creating feeling

Sight giving dance


#DancingwithTerri

#NatureDancingOverYears


Waking before the sun

       0 watching it make its way to life

                 the way every day should begin

Going from darkness to light

       an uplifting flight!

 ~dance~

 And then, the sun goes down

       Spectacular beauty of color forms

                 Sputter of geese in formation of V

Then everything darkens

       once more for sleep

 ~dance~

 Finally … @ 8:02 am I allow my eyes to open

       my body to awaken

I open the door right next to my bed

       heavenly outdoor space

Chilly air … morning sounds …

       the faraway train,

       brave birds in song,

       early weekend traffic movement

Wonderful!  to wake this way

       synchronize to the day

       bring it in slow

       then let it flow

 ~dance~

 And the sun slides down the horizon

       (shadows on the wall)

Pinks … oranges … create haze of amber

       (mystique … and then nostalgia)

Streaking through puffs of clouds

  (rushing senses – peace … loneliness … fulfillment … contentment …

       crave for love … enough)

Beauty at the crevice of light and dark

(past and present from mind and heart … sweet movie-like play)

As she lowers further, it feels the ebb of tide … the place betw low and high tide    (minutes/moments find surface from deep within)

Gone from sight, her light gives precious few more minutes of light

 (shadows rise high on the wall)

Then darkness takes over to claim the night

         (wonder and dance of candlelight shadows takes over … fuel and energy continue where the beauty of sunset left off …)

Mixture of light and dark concocts the sweetest of cocktails!

 ~dance~

 My Dream.

 

Clouds combatting clouds,

Lightening flashing electric charges,

 

Primordial storm of blazing desire,

 

EXPLOSION of ecstasy;

 

   . . . all a memory

 ~dance~

 Wind carries the snow

Blows it and twirls it

So fine when it touches ground

Blows till connecting to another

So that road spots between clean/snowy

 

From a second floor apartment

Truly beautiful to watch

Sky seems close where all blows

The look down becomes geographic

From this second floor flat

 ~dance~

 Sweet splendor of daisies

Patterned canvas o’er valley and hills

Spilling beauty angelic as lace

Blending wonderful to her life

 ~dance~

 BIG pink ball in sky!!

Photograph I try

Simply … no justice

Over the naked eye!!

 ~dance~

 ice begins to melt

slowly

a puddle of ring around the berg

~dance~

 Song of birds!!

Raccoon stealthy in the night!!

Spring!  Spring!  Spring!

 ~dance~

 What another moon!

Full and air so cold!

An oblong cloud hovers just below

A smiling sight

as I catch it through the blinds

Then outdoors I go

to see it full

Life revives!!  :)

 ~dance~

Tweeting birds when I opened the door!

Their sound exploded and gave me smile!

Warm today, they came out to play

Mid-winter bird sound loves the soul

 ~dance~

 up and down, up and down

my days, my life

daylight fading now

sky soon to be black

nightfall; midnight;

then day comes again

 ~dance~

 Like a spring day ... full sunshine

fills this house, heart and soul of mine

What there is to do even sparkles

as motivation and inspiration

replace the heaviness inside

 ~dance~

 Birds confused . . . reflected in their song;

scrambled; loud; nothing unison about it;

all singing out of tune.

 

Weather returning to winter . . . snow days coming our way;

cold; bluster; sky full of grey;

nothing pretty or comforting about it.

 

Flying crazy . . . disengaged;

one for all; no pattern; just fly; no understanding

how perceived spring falls back to winter's cold and blow

 ~dance~

 Sun tries desperately to make appearance

Squeezing through grey, but grey pushes back

Yet there is a shining/reflection off white of snow

Take me through this day; let it all ebb and flow

 ~dance~

 Twisting, turning . . . crimsons and scarlets
Upwards, downwards . . . winds carry the fallen
Dancing, prancing in their fate of glory
Beautiful here on this top down drive
Cattle roam . . . then the magical hills
Color bursting on flat and dome

Scarlet red, Crimson gold
Peach parfait, Tanning bronze
Pumpkin orange, Amber blast

Senses purring, all drama lost
Heart responds to thoughts forgot
Settles in what counts the most

Keep me here; this wondrous state
Where fog lifts; the dance is straight
Reality escapes; the soul is driven

Dancing tingles; pleasure delights
Swirling, twirling; kaleidoscope sights
Respectful honor what is gold to the soul
~dance~

 My Goddess intimacy

 

Flowers endowed with fragrance

Nature illuminated with animation

Spirit devouring mind

 

Creation . . .

 ~dance~

 Leaving life behind, I took a drive

Headed south for the Missou/Ark state line

Heaven answered; quickly responded

Left all troubles at the Nebraska/Iowa border

Groovin' and movin', let the music unwind

As Autumn scenery filled the road on all sides

Thinkin' no thoughts 'cept for the beauty surrounding

Passion filled spaces, long time empty

So grateful for the roads always kind to me

I fill up on peace and empty what's bugging

Beauty got more beautiful, the further south I drove

And when Sun came out, magic dispersed my every woe

Hillsides and hilltops alive with color

This magical season delivers vision, technicolor

Thank God for this season, vibrant in color

And the dancing in masses as they take their falling sever

 ~dance~

 October Life!

Beautiful!  The leaves falling

Colorful life!  A blanket they make

Top down driving!  They land inside

Kick in the ass!  This season enlivens

 ~dance~

  Stormy ... Night

Love when the house rocks n rolls
Light splices the night
Downpour rattles the windows
Wind chimes go horizontal
  ... all on the eve of Friday the 13th

the covered deck provides dryness
  ... watching with awe

storms inside ... portrayed outside ... worlds collide ... explode ... release

Love when the house still stands
Sunshine wins over the rain
Warmth pushes out the cold
Windchimes sing gently
  ... into the afternoon of Friday the 13th

the covered deck, a sanctuary
  ... sliding doors, transparent
inside to outside ... outside to in ... bubbles of brightness ... burst ... then implode

Santana Dancin' again ... Stormy <3

 ~dance~

 Sky thunders in anger

Or maybe just sweltering heat

Opening up, she dumps rain in torrents

Steady, fast pace

To rid this past week’s air

Of all her humidity

 ~dance~

 Chattering squirrels

Such music you make

In the orchestra that plays

Your sound so distinct

 ~dance~

MOON – as sliver - HUGE

Slice of tangerine BRIGHT!

 ~dance~

nice and slow ...
wonderful! when the morning can play out this way
birds gathering ...
joyful! how they chatter, grateful for this springtime weather
skies of gray ...
peeking sun! mirroring moods all found within me
nice and slow ...
the way to go! letting nature heal and following it's suggestion
~dance~

Dancing alone pierced soul desire

Jarring female shimmering fields

Where trees asleep lonely stirred

And birds childish sound suddenly yearned

 ~dance~

if only for just a moment

Moon, peeking through the blinds at me
    Smile, genuine in the inspiration you offer me
      Bringing me back to the track I must pace myself on
          Ensuring I complete this heavy workload extra

Moon, peeking through the blinds at me
    Smile, genuine in the memories of you I shared
  With persons I dared to look up at you and stare
          I'm sure on a beautiful moon-lit night, they remember too

            . . . if only for just a moment

      a moment someone thinks about me

~dance~

 Winter Returns

 

Darkness today
    as the sun loses her way
Tears from the sky
    nothing heavy, just steady daytime drip
Blowing of chimes
    comes late in the day
Happy I'm inside
    looking out, and safe
~dance~

The calendar's seasons

Make a full circle

When one is young

We pay it no attention

As the years go by

And time becomes shorter

We yearn to sit

And enjoy the wonder

 ~dance~

 The moon's hazy glaze

Two days after full

I love the spell you cast

On the world so cold

 

As alone as I am

I feel safe in your shine

My guardian of sorts

Waiting for the stars to align

 ~dance~

 August running out

       September flowing in

Favorite three months

       About to begin!

 ~dance~

 Overcast sky

       haze and glaze

Temps holding @ 70 degrees

       aahhhhhh September days!!

  ~dance~

Full circle of dark, darker than the night
Sliver lit up, bottom right
With imagination, see the smirking cat and the fiddle
Why does not the sliver ever light up from top to bottom
~dance~

 Always exhilaration to look up and see
Full shadow with only sliver of light
Even more so on the coldest of nights
Crisp and clear it warms with sight

 ~dance~

Dancing moon.....a beacon light

Shimmering translucent magic

Targeting delicious love in castle past

Enduring shadows of desire is found alive

 ~dance~

October's Moon = Joy

Delightful, not frightful

During this month of Halloween!

Last night, it sat on top of a steeple

For moments, rising in the east

No longer full, more than three quarter

Translucent pink to amber in the early rise

Humongous at the start it was

Rising behind the church of mine

The steeple shadowed

Claiming its very right

Exalting benediction ...

Causing one to kneel upon the glorious sight

 ~dance~

 Every October and November, I dance with the moon

As each night the temperature lowers

And brings death to what we rejoiced in the Spring

There is a sense of magic and great transformation

Unsure, what will still be alive the next day

The moon, in these months, seems much brighter

More vivid ... Clearer, than in any others

As if to prepare us

For the longer darkness of days in the winter...

Maybe, the beauty ahead lies in the darkness

As it did last night and will again

~dance~

Nature's Power 

The weather is finally turning
And sunshine is warming days
The birds are singing joyously
And Easter is on its way
Another season edging in
This one all about renew
I'm sad to go to bed alone
And wake up that way too


When I realize that at ANY GIVEN time
NO ONE knows where I am
It's strange to know that I'm THAT alone
So loneliness sets in too


I drove tonight to chase the sun
As it settled beyond the view
Tears were rolling furious
I couldn't stop them if I tried
Music I did turn up loud
To fill my analyzing mind
The power of reality
Sometimes rips my facade apart
So I let the tears roll their way
To pass through my blues

I turned my car around ...
The sun now gone from view
I drove right back the way I came
And startled at the view!!!
Goddess came to hold me tight
And help me get on through!!!
Across the hills of heartland scape
The moon began her rise
I had to stop my car
As my breath it took away
Ten times its normal size
Shadowed all in pink
As it sat for only seconds
On a horizoned hill far away

My eyes could not believe the magic
My heart swallowed it all in
I know now Goddess knows I'm here
She pushed me to this drive
She played a show of transformation
That "AWESOME" can't even describe

Spectacular; unimaginable to dream
More beautiful than I've ever seen
This ball that lights the night
Rises before my eyes
Times ten it's normal size!!
As if a shadow and in all pink!!
Amber it turns, lifting up off the hill
Then shrinking, it turns white
In fullness, perfect round
There's a face upon it too


I may not have that human love
The kind that wraps you up
Secures you in happiness
And knows where all you go


But I have the gift of Goddess
Her nature and Her show
It may not fill my hunger
For a man and gentle touch
But if fills me with a wonder
That a man could never touch
~dance~

 foggy

misty

slight drizzle of rain

cold has arrived

this November night

 

appearance of normal when I pull back the sheers

lights of the intersection bleary and stained

 

quiet

silent

seems almost strange

movement little

as if paralyzed

 ~dance~

One leaf at a time

Falling with grace

In three weeks of time

There will be a huge race

~dance~

temps so warm

the season snuck in

subtle changes

delight the heart

greens to amber

outside the widow

landscape beauty

shocks the sight

fresh cut lawn

showcasing leaves

splendor, peace

this season brings

 ~dance~

the perfect fall

weather amazing

setting suns

beauty astounding

fallen leaves

keep on dancing

daytime moons

cause for wondering

nighttime chills

blanket snuggling

full ambered trees

sight so breathtaking

pumpkin spice

delicious smelling

moons at night

huge in rising

the perfect fall

itself unravelling!

~dance~

Nighttime incredible

Daytime so bountiful

Over the hill this beautiful morn

Hot air balloon there! – just right there!

Sitting/posing for picture perfect

What a morning, wake-up delight!

 

Temps reaching 74

And as the sun began early descent

The degrees ticked away

The view from this vantage point

Gorgeous in blurring of colors

Becoming a fall haze

 

These days ~ this fall ~ this year

Lifting me up / bringing me back

Feeling in this glory of nature

Revives!  Invigorates!

Shredding and shedding

All that is no good

God, this year’s fall

Drenching my soul!!

 ~dance~

Birds confused . . . reflected in song;

scrambled; loud; nothing unison about it;

all singing out of tune.

 

Returning to winter . . . snow days coming our way;

cold; bluster; sky full of grey;

nothing pretty or comforting about it.

 

Flying crazy . . . disengaged;

one for all; just fly; no pattern; no understanding

how perceived spring falls back to winter's cold and blow

 ~dance~

September’s month

The quiet transition

From nature so full

To bare minimum

 

Subtle changes

Day to day

For those who look

Respect we pay

 ~dance~

a kaleidoscope!

upon this deck

watching out

through the morning hours

the sun up high

shines down through the trees

sun spots and shadows

everywhere!

slowly shifting

as the branches sway

birds flying by

shadows fly with them

the Kaleidoscope

of a September morn’!

 ~dance~

Sun tries desperately to make appearance

Squeezing through grey, but grey pushes back

Yet there is a shining/reflection off white of snow

Take me through this day; let it all ebb and flow

 ~dance~

Two More Fine September Morns...

 

09/07/11

September Cicadas … your song so sweet

Middle of this day, you serenade

Crescending … then descending

Your wild pitch at play

You comfort, on this lonely day 

 

09/08/11

Always,

A holiday weekend

Throws me a day behind!

This fine Thursday

Didn’t wanna get up

But the lure of the weather

And 65 degrees

Has me openin’ windows

To catch the breeze!

~dance~

Rain over the mountain tops

Darkness and light

Leaves float like the beginning

Of a new snowfall

Windmill blades turning

A patch of white puffs above

Outlined pinpoint by sun

Fields of corn wave in the breeze

Tops a blanket of gold wheat

A storm is a’ brewin’

All of nature responds

Horses with head down

A feeding frenzy takes place

Bushes bend over, taking a bow

As darker clouds push their way through

Branches crack in the thickness

Hillside dotted with cows

Thankful that the air cools

The hills roll, waiting in thirst

For this straight down rain burst

Up in the hills

It looks like a sheet

Downpour on Harry Byrd Highway

An opening from Heaven

Streams of rays like spotlights

Painting the range ahead

Steam rises from the river road

That only minutes ago baked

The tunnel covered with debris

The wind left behind

Land inclines then declines

Doe’s and their fawns

A turtle!! ~ crosses the road

Turning around, we see him again

Awesome!!

A storm of beauty

Tonight we saw!!

 ~dance~

 September gone ~ October Falls in

 

The gold is vibrant, but it is the crimson I search for

And when the auburn displays, my heart smiles too

It is this month that color fuses the land

Ensuring summer is gone with

 

The green will fade and harvest takes over

Everything from moon and sky to leaves and land

Shine with enhancement and brilliance

Preparing for winter's solace

 

Beauty before death; Restoration for survival

Like so many of nature's finest habitants

We feed on this magnificent abundance 

Storing it within our soul

 

If September brings welcome chill and vigor

October hands out beauty for thrill and fill

Every new day delightful to what we may find

Sparing us starvation in the months ahead

 

Fill me with October ... and it's Fall

Mother's Day 2021

#DancingwithTerri2015

As a mother, I am fulfilled past full.

Happiness, Joy & Pride, Gratitude & Blessings looks like this; a letter to my children:

December 31, 2015

My Joy: Danny, Shannon, Brendan, Shane

   Mary, Dennis

I sit next to my window where the warmth of sun meets the chill of December on this last day of 2015. Soon the sun will recess, leaving few hours to this year. The sun is always a welcome feel and sight to the days of winter. This morning’s rising was pink, big and gorgeous … my day began perfect! The last day of the year! I love beginning again … the magic, anticipation … like opening a brand new journal to its first blank page … or a new book that will take you on a journey … a new CD, album or playlist of music that transports you to another time or place or opens a vessel from heart to soul … the first few hours of a road trip … the simple task of waking to a brand new day. Anticipation and beginnings … are very necessary … and good!

Happiness, Joy & Pride … so much of this all of you have brought! Gratitude & Blessings, you have bestowed! As I continue to know the blessing of enrichment through each of you, I continue to experience the saturation of pride. It is in watching each of you live life to its fullest that I have remembered what a gift that is. Last new year, I was grateful beyond words … this new year, I am joyful beyond words.

The accomplishments and travels each of you has made are so different to your each unique self … very much worth celebrating. So I celebrate. I celebrate you. And I stand tall with pride as I cherish each of you for the uniqueness of you – I wish each of you the world of possibility for this 2016 year, and the love to carry you wherever your heart desires on any given day or days of the 365 days you desire to get there.

I love you, seems not enough. But I do love you. You all remain my sunshine during day and my moonshine through darkness.

Find passion in all that matters,

Mom

XO I LOVE YOU OX

#DancingwithTerri2014

       there’s a song somewhere

       talks about time not standing still

       truly waits for no one.

the period of life now

i find it so inconsequential

it means so little

a day is a day – a week, a week

yet I so often amaze

@ how seemingly fast a month goes by

when a day seems to go so long


~dance~


#DancingwithTerri2012

wow life
truly hard to predict
moments
that blow you away
difficult to grasp
unclear
but...
somewhere
in there
you already knew
other moments
nano-second thoughts
an "off" feel
absence
eye contact
that sixth sense
all led
to that "blow away" moment
of which
was "already known"
without
really knowing

a journal entry
lies the only proof
words written
on
a
day
two months ago
where enormous
pain
was cast
upon the subject
of this entry
but...
you didn't know
then
eerie, it could be
if
you didn't understand
or believe
the true gift
of connection
or what it is
to be mate
of another soul

wow
today
on so many levels
but...
my heart pours forth
in sadness
with love
to this news
just learned
but...
somehow,
already known
in a place
unspoken

Everything has rhythm

       Everything dances  …

                ~Maya Angelou


Coming Alive . . . A Dance With Art

#DanceswithTerri2010

(This was a real dance over 3-4 months of time towards the end of 2010; he was the one to celebrate my 50th birthday with me; he treated me queenly and we literally danced ... and danced ... and people stopped to watch. I'm not sure I've ever felt more energized. 

But in the end this introvert couldn't maintain)

xoxoxoxoxo

 

Adoration, a girl’s fascination

 

A kiosk, in a mall

I saw you coming; I saw you watching

I knew you‘d be back

Two days later, you asked me out

 

A date, wow!

The last:  26 years before

Not kidding; I was beside myself

You took me to a sweet little bistro

 

And then . . . we exploded in dance!!

 

With no one, have I danced like that

 

Inhibitions . . . there were none on that dance floor

We fit; we moved; we wowed the crowd

We sweat; we drank; we danced to the sound

Our rhythm met every song

 

In two months of time . . . you showed me energy

Such I have never seen

You brought me life

And we cruised the scene

 

Tonight, I stared at the dress

I know you would have been knocked out

And I, like a sponge, would have soaked it up

I let you down; and I let me down too

 

Together, we would have rocked

We would have wowed them again

We would have . . .

 

Thank you Art Calhoun

For the dance …

No one has ever been so good to me

In many ways, we were an awesome match

 

You gave me breath

As in my fairytale

You made me a Princess

Treated me as a Queen

 

How many times did you call me Beautiful?

I believed it . . . I knew

Sexy, even better than beauty

Incredible how sensual you made me feel

 

The woman inside of me . . . flowed free

 

In two months of time

I saw Omaha

A million ways I have never seen

A hundred places, I have never been

 

Your infatuation . . . shone in my dreams

 

I envisioned places we would go

Road trips . . . lined up in a row

Your “hometown” . . .

California was my dream as a little girl

 

Las Vegas, Nashville, New Orleans and Mardi Gras

Oceans and beaches … shell searching sunsets

Music in every city

Dancing on every street

 

In some different time

We may have had a real chance

I M H … you will be

You are my Prince for the way you treated me!

 

Enchanting, Enlivening, Engaging

You are . . . you were

Thank you, Art Calhoun

For a very, very special dance

 

~ XO~

 xoxoxoxoxo

#DancingwithTerri2021

Saturday, Feb. 27

It is sunny this morning

52 degress

at 8:53;

Many birds

singing their favorite songs;

A far away

dog bark or two;

Only silence other than that;

Just two days of

February left;

It is March

we all long

The transition into spring

So this happened today.

My own little Op Ed in The Weekly Vista newspaper - June 14, 2023

Happy Father’s Day this Sunday!

I’m a “daddy’s girl” if ever there was one. And my brother, Steve, is a “daddy’s boy!” Growing up, I was the wild child living life a little different than maybe my father did/would and got caught doing something that maybe my father did not do or would not do on uncountable occasions. Steve, was the golden boy — I guess someone’s gotta be to ensure parenthood has its rally days!

My father was super great at showing us the world through travels and weekend car rides; at pronouncing the way it is and should be (telling us how we were doing it all wrong); at providing every necessity and more and at making the case for Santa Claus — Every. Single. Year. And. Still. — at pushing us and offering his assistance to practice at every sport we participated; at showing up to every (and sometimes coaching) sport game we played; at advising us the way he would do it; and later never passing up that “told you so” moment, which to this day creeps me out how (he can always be right, right, in his mind anyway). He was an attentive, hands-on dad. At 85, he still assumes his fatherhood role by letting me know how I’m doing it all wrong; he assumes his grandfather role with a twinkle in his eye while offering that same assistance of life-long wisdom, albeit with a little discretion; and watching his great-grandchildren from afar with a pride only a father could know.

The father of my four children was also a very honorable man. A man who also provided every necessity and more to his children, gifting each of them the privilege of attending private school from kindergarten through 12th grade. He never let his children forget what that privilege meant and that they are responsible to give back to the world and less fortunate in every manner they are able. Dan O’Byrne was given the frightful diagnosis of pancreatic cancer at the age of 60. Even though he battled hard to win the only possible life-saving procedure known, he lost the battle at the age of 61 — during the covid pandemic. My children think of their father as a warrior, as he was. The nastiness of covid and the need for social distancing sunk far deeper in the soul of our children and their father as they could not physically be together during the time that they needed each other most. It was a most difficult time for both father and children, yet he gathered strength enough to call each no less than every other day just to tell them that he loved them.

The month of December 2020, each of the kids quarantined themselves for two weeks — taking off work if they could not work from home — renting out a VRBO if needed to ensure no contact with anyone, leaving their spouse or significant other for the time period — in order to physically be with their dad on Christmas Day 2020. Dan looked forward to the gift of being with his children like no other gift he had ever received. I often wonder at that moment they all came together. I cherish what I do not know, did not see, but I know what that moment meant to all five of them, and I am blinded by tears of joy for each of them.

Dan laid down late that Christmas night with a whisper of “I can’t do this anymore” and a pure heart overflowing with love and gratitude. He did not wake. He had fulfilled that very deep, deep wish to spend time again with his children.

Here’s to Dan O’Byrne, his over-courageous-warrior fight for life and powerful demonstration of what it means to love your children — what it means to be a father — the power of being a father.

To every father out there, living, gone, or fighting the hardest battle of your life, happy, happy Father’s Day! May your love be committed, unconditional and strong.

Terri works for The Weekly Vista, wanders meanderingly, loves exclamation marks, makes up words and creates dances out of moments and thoughts. Her writing is solely her opinion and view of life.

#DanceswithTerri2012

My February Haiku day

~dance~

Sun pouring through blinds

makes opening my green eyes

a pure blissful day!

~dance~

 

Sounds of a day off

dishwasher, washing machine

hum in unison

~dance~


My days with NETFLIX

as wasteful as they may seem

relax, re-charge me

~dance~

 

Just as day gets good

Yet another curve ball throws

So tired of dodging

~dance~


 One day almost good

then moment explodes the peace

up against the wall

~dance~


Could totally use

a new importance in life

someone to love me

~dance~

 

Wanna feel that feel

to love, be loved, butterflies

to be a half of

 

...really, really just wanna

~dance~

Asateaque, Virginia

where sand, ocean and horses run wild

Below~Biloxi Beach, Mississippi

livin' life in the 60s

Valentine’s Day! 

#DancesWithTerri2014

 

Friday night … closure to a long week

She sits alone with puppy by her side

TV turned off, Spotify playing on her phone

R&B tonight, she grooves her tunes

Her plan, to read long into the night

A book found, she loves to keep pages turning

 

But words, others, keep entering her head

She picks up pen and finding paper, her heart smiles

Writing to her … her inborn passion

With quickening heart at thought of her favorite day

14 days away, once February is here

She remembers so many wonderful years

 

Her growing children, year after year

Creativity sparked … boxes, bags, flowers and hearts

Paper, crayons, glue, and glitter

Stencils, scissors, stickers,  and love hard to match

Mahoney State Park and cool temperatures

Sitting here now, her smile reaches her soul

 

Remembering … hoping …

They can feel that flutter

Share this day with that someone they love

Remember that NOTHING is more valuable …

Than sharing one’s heart

And that … homemade … is the truest glitter

XO I LOVE YOU OX

My children love to travel

This is Spain through her lens

2006

Bill

June 20, 2019

 This is Bill. 


At least that’s my name for him. 


He’s my north star … now that my Baby has crossed the rainbow bridge. He’s there all four times I drive by each weekday and every time I may drive by every non-weekday! I talk to him four times a day too.


In the mornings I shout, “Mornin’ Bill!” Close to 11:30 a.m., I shout “Hey Big Bill!” Around 12:15 p.m., I lovingly yell, “Damn, Bill!” And each evening, I brake to a slow roll, lower the window full and sing, “Ain’t no mountain high enough,” and then screech, “See ya’ in the morning big boy!”


One day, he may “moo” back.


#LoveBill #MyNorthStar #AlwaysThere #IwantAcow #BellaVista #Drivin’’Round #Cruisin’BellaVista #HeyY’all #DancingWithTerri #Terri’sDances

Love, the ultimate human longing and fulfillment

In haiku after haiku, 5-7-5

love communicates ... wordless - soundless - voiceless - mum ... understanding stills

love is a free fall ... experience of cherish ... live only to fall

she sits with herself ... understanding truth of love ... it comes in own time

love is like a storm ... gales and gust hurricane form ... a dance of samba

love tickles love heals ... love fuels life love gives laughter ... all are capable

love captivates sense ... love spreads with touch, words, passion ... love feeds off of love

love is ravishing ... enchanting and entrancing ... a yearning fervor

love, a crystal price ... all facets of diamond stuff ... including sparkle

love strengthens what is ... turns positive, enlightens ... love enhances all

entity of life ... love, the buoy the anchor ... essence to our souls

love reverberates ... echoes and resounds with roar ... explore the thunder

dancing together ... this I dream at daylights end ... then I will be free

love creates better ... love allows freedom to be ... gift of purity

so true are these words: ... "it is better to have loved ... than to never have loved at all" (yeah, 3 syllables over)

#valentinesday2016 #dancingwithterri2016  #love #haiku #poetry #VoicesOfTheHeart #danceswithterri #valentinesday 


Christmas 2010 ... To my children

 

Maya Angelou is a wise woman (“wisdom that was earned”) and has an extraordinary way with words.  What I love about her is she finds meaning in most every experience of her days.  And she can put it into words with “passion and fire.”  She has already lived a long life; seen the extreme good and extreme ugly in both persons and situations; and has a heart capable of forgiveness in not only what others may have caused and done, but of her own behaviors that may have been unconventional.  I admire and respect this woman and her gift of words, and the life she has lived.  I hope you will read her essays in this book entitled, Letter To My Daughter.  As stated on the front cover, this book does not speak only to “daughters” ... there are lessons learned for all of us.  Her words are so gentle, yet powerfully inspiring.

 

In my own heart, I know that there are things I have done that many find unconventional.  Things, others find I “should have” done a different way, or in their minds, done the “wrong” way.  At 50 years old, I have learned to appreciate the beauty of forgiveness ... and that it starts with forgiving yourself.  The last four years of my life, I lived in a way that has brought financial struggle to my life.  And since it is in “my” life, it is also brought into yours.  Yes, I would do a couple things differently, if I could go back four years.  We know, that is not possible.  So, I have become stronger and determined to regain stability.  But in doing so, this Christmas will not be as the ones we have been accustomed too.  This Santa is so sorry for that because it has always been my great joy to find and splurge on Christmas morning stocking stuffers.  There are so many changes in a lifetime.  I have been so fortunate to have resilient children.  I love each of you so much and this past year each of you has given me so much to be proud of.  It is my happiness to watch each of you develop and grow in your unique ways ... to find your own pathways ... to dance to what you yourself hears ... the greatest triumph and truth in life is to live to the music within your own hearts ... there are no “should’s” in life ... there is only this:  “When I walk in, they may like me or dislike me, but everyone knows I’m here.”  You each do this, very well.

 

You are my Christmas joy.  My life’s happiness.

XO I LOVE YOU OX

 

Casey ... April 1997 ~ June 2011

#DancingwithTerri2011

 

The best dog ever, that's certainly true

That's the way Shannon, today, described you

 

You gave so much pleasure and love through the years

It's difficult now to stop the tears

I like best to remember the years of our dates

When we'd go to the Dam-site

Where you were free to run then dip in the lake

You loved the outdoors, the birds and rabbits

A few times I scolded when you brought to our door

 

The last years were tough, without the fenced yard

But you never complained as long as you could lay in the sun

Content to be close, you asked so very little

And believed every person special, here to see you

Dogs walking by, they all came to play

Their owners, some awed by your special colored eyes

 

Shane cried this morning, with his last petting

He'll miss the goodnight kisses on his way to bed every evening

Brendan and Danny each had their "good-bye”

It's hard to say goodbye when you go as far back as they remember

The Rainbow Bridge, I bet, is heavenly special

And no more groaning just getting up or lying down

 

Know that we love you

And there's a piece of our family gone

But you gave so much happiness for a nice time long

Your black and your white

And your lightning speed

Lives on in our hearts as today they do bleed

 

I know that you loved us

And I will always treasure

Those last two licks to my lips

As you fell asleep in my arms

 

You'll add brightness to that rainbow

As your days now are free

I'll remember you always

My sweet, sweet Casey!!

XO I LOVE YOU OX

#DancingwithTerri2002

 A Mother’s Truth 

All’s so quiet

As the children, they are gone

Finding their own lives

In the school of their halls

Leaves me so peaceful

With no whining or calls

I love their school days

And my time all alone

Guilt feelings for this – NO

For I know they’ll come home

Proud of finding their own

As the years, they continue

I will cherish their hearts

Finding strength in their adventures,

relationship and youth

XO I LOVE YOU OX

 

#DancingwithTerri2014 

Bluejay Banter on the radio plays

             Each Monday night, it’s a sweet glaze

My Danny’s voice interviewing

Omaha World Herald – Tom Shatel!

I smile to remember days of past

Their twitter feud that made me laugh!

 

I love this hour on Monday nights

             The pride I feel in hearing his voice

When you pursue a something

             That you are passionate about

You are so good for the world

             And the world back to you.

 

A mother’s first wish for her child(ren)

             Is that a passion one day comes along

The second, is that her child(ren)

             Gets to experience first-hand!

Bluejay Banter,

             Thanks for Monday nights! 

"with Heath Gunderson and DAAANNNY O’BYRNE!"

XO I LOVE YOU OX


#DancingwithTerri2002 

Snow angels

And tunnels

Graced my day

Filled my heart

Full of love

As kids and I did play!!

XO I LOVE YOU OX

#DancingwithTerri2001 

Opening Day Baseball at Suburban  

 What a day!  What a crowd…people of so many shapes and sizes everywhere…rejoining in the spirit of baseball…the warmth of the day is welcome to the past days of cold in this early mixed up stage of spring.  The sun’s appearance is certainly a blessing and a surprise according to earlier meteorologist reports.  The fields literally glow with the bright colors of the newly issued baseball uniform shirts…orange, yellow, navy, green, red, teal, and purple everywhere.  The field maintenance is superb on this opening day, the green of the grasses freshly cut and shaped in its perfect crescent to distinguish infield from out.  As I wait for Brendan’s game to begin, I wonder how many of this season’s dreams of hits, double plays, home-runs, pitching strike-outs, and wins will come true.

XO I LOVE YOU OX


#DancingwithTerri2006

as Danny graduated ... and to each of my babies after

Reminders Along The Way

 

The stars, the sky

The birds, their songs

The flowers, the fields

The ocean so strong

 

The hills, the valleys

The babies, their cries

The statues, the heart

The steeples so high

 

The wind, the rain

The leaves, their fall

The spring, the buds

The winter so long

 

The sun, the moon

The words, their voice

The music, the rhyme

The future….your choice!

XO I LOVE YOU OX



 

~ Dancing With Terri; a little bit of today and a little bit of my yesterday's ~

11/11/11 ~ November 11, 2011 


Full circle of dark, darker than the night
Sliver lit up, bottom right
With imagination, see the smirking cat and the fiddle
Why does not the sliver ever light up from top to bottom
~~~~~~~~~~


Always exhilaration to look up and see
Full shadow with only sliver of light
Even more so on the coldest of nights
Crisp and clear it warms with sight
~~~~~~~~~~


If not for the chimes, the world would be quiet
Your song inspires, mandates to take notice
Sing forever, sweet chimes of mine
~~~~~~~~~~


Dancing moon.....a beacon light

Shimmering translucent magic

Targeting delicious love in castle past

Enduring shadows of desire is found alive

~~~~~~~~~~


Poet heart found love

Calling name in echo of time

~~~~~~~~~~


The sun, moon and stars

        Floating lights from heaven

Keep us safe and calm

In tingling hopes found beyond

~~~~~~~~~~


hues of dreams

unsaid promises

through truth's memory

unspoken words

stroked love

delicious and unchallenged

~~~~~~~~~~


Self-discovery journey.....

Whispers of memories - life's cherished moments

Hunger and yearning remembered

Concealed desire thirsts of kiss

Encounters enduring love

~~~~~~~~~~


Mountain's peace, beyond places touched

Sensed heart's loss of love

But watches desire within soul

Welcome beautiful moonlit night

~~~~~~~~~~


Image of a dance loitering in her head

Eternal turbulence beneath whirlpool of desire

Controlling her life, momentary

~~~~~~~~~~


Darkness in sadness and heartache

As the shell of the pearl,

covers the gem we seek

~~~~~~~~~~


Thrashing cold frosted shivers

Glittering scepter of Spring jewels

Summer sails embracing breeze

Skies of Autumn siege desire

.......... Seasons, whisper love

~~~~~~~~~~ 

just some things

DancingHaikuwithTerri2016

beachy morning mist

the isle where they run wild free

 nature fills a need

#assateague #misty #morningfawn #haiku #naturesbeauty

pieces of the past

a 10

the hidden dandelion


the dance of yellow

#DancingwithTerri2000s

salute to the lake

The Moon ... and ... The Love Of A Woman

#DancingwithTerri2012

 

I have a child-like fascination of the moon ... constantly intrigued ... filled with wonder ... I dance in delight, many times, at just the sight.  Often, my children and friends are recipients of either a whisper, scream or phone call to "come and see THIS moon!"  I'm not sure why, and I've never questioned.  I am just thrilled that I find delight.  This fascination is especially apparent on a day that may have brought an intense feel of loneliness/seclusion, overwhelming emotions, or "things" not going exactly as "planned."  

I am MOST grateful for a beautiful moon at the end of those types of days as it re-births hope inside of me. 

The day balances.  

The nighttime brings peace.  

Good solitude.  

My insides quiet.  

And respect.

That's what a beautiful moon demands:  Respect.  And awe.

It is only at this very moment, right after I have written that last line, that I understand why I would have dared thought to put what I am feeling tonight of the moon I witnessed after a long night at work together with this poem I read yesterday and can't get out of my heart.  

"The love of a woman", also demands:  Respect.  And awe!!!

The Love Of A Woman ... by Robert White Creely

The love of a woman
is the possibility
which surrounds her as hair
her head, as the love of her

follows and describes
her. But what if
they die, then there is
still the aura

left, left sadly, but
hovers in the air, surely,
where this had taken place?
Then sing, of her, of whom

it will be said, he
sang of her, it was the
song he made which made her
happy, so she lived.

My insides quiet tonight out of respect (and awe) of the moon high in the sky ...
and knowing that it was the song he made which made me happy ...
... and so she danced ........ ~Terri

#DancingwithTerri Through the years

    Let me always be as the moon . . . 

The moon – it’s high beam tonight

Bright in its fullness –

Magnificent in light

No way is it unnoticed –

How in darkness there is sight

 ~dance~

 I wonder –

In the miles that separate us

If you see this splendor

       The moon in full delight

And remember a time,

       When we shared this mystery of sigh

Can you feel –

       Just what it was in our marvel

The synchronicity in phases –

       Like so much of life

 ~dance~

 I walk by;

It’s size catches my eye

I stop;

Turn to stare; magnetic is it’s grace

I stay;

Fallen with its light

 

The moon;

Round and full,

A beauty

Respondent to my life

This moment –

This moon – a peaceful

       Transition to deepness of night

~dance~

 Moon still high in the sky

Though sun comes up on the other side

Transparent, showing wispy veins

Such a wonder and beauty in a day

So round, so huge, so much …..

A place of hope to begin the day

 ~dance~

 Harvest moon

       so low in sky

Usually this time of night

       high and white

Astonishing grace

       more sensual than the look of lace

Drawing me always

       so magnetic your face

You take me away

       whatever my current strife

And give back

       the wonder and beauty to life

 ~dance~

Night luminescence

Bounty of world aglow

Full and perfect round

She gleams on all below

 ~dance~

Shadows are cast

Silence, a pleasing lull

God’s gift to this night

Eyes agape for the show

 What another moon!

Full and air so cold!

An oblong cloud hovers just below

A smiling sight

as I catch it through the blinds

Then outdoors I go

to see it full

Life revives!!  

~dance~

Delightful, not frightful

During this month of Halloween!

Last night, it sat on top of a steeple

For moments, rising in the east

No longer full, more than three quarter

Translucent pink to amber in the early rise

Humongous at the start it was

Rising behind the church of mine

The steeple shadowed

Claiming its very right

Exalting benediction ...

Causing one to kneel upon the glorious sight

 ~dance~

Half the moon
peeking thru
my half-moon window
Love walking by
to find it staring at me
Also, a star
so bright
winks
each time by
Caught up
in my own little world
this sight
refreshes me
There's so much more
possible
outside
these walls I live inside
Picking up
the phone, I
remember
you won't answer
That's too bad
because there
is a sight to see!
Half a moon,
a winking star,
dancing with me
~dance~



FIND MORE MOON POETRY**************************

2023

deck

flowers

xoxoxoxoxo

 

In the moment we are born we're drawn to form a union with others ...

an abiding drive to connect ...

to love ...

to belong." 

~ Revenge, episode airing 02/10/13 ~

 

xoxoxoxoxo

 

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,

while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

~ Lao Tzu ~

 

xoxoxoxoxo

 

Memories are postcards from the heart

They tell of the many roads we have traveled

And the people we have loved along the way

~Unknown~


Some postcards from along the way

 

In song: "Something in the way he moves ...

attracts me like no other lover ...”



A silly grin spreads across my lips

no one here to witness it

as I catch myself drifting back

to hours before

it's almost trance-like

re-living moments

where all is so right

"standalone" is the word to describe it

 

Not strange at all to me

that I hear the sound of your voice

in the words displayed on my phone

that I hear your laugh in the sound of my own

that I see your smile provocative as mine

that I feel your heart in the words that I see

 

It doesn't matter the days or weeks that pass

for stronger than my heart

in a place deeper than we know

lies a comfort and content

of knowing where I belong

 

In the moments where you're present

I thrive beyond my means

foaking up the minutes we share

fnd smiling more than in one year

positive my strength endures

on all that I can feel

 

I grasp for the words to explain

the completeness that comes over me

in such short moments of time

on the other end of a line

 

As long as I live,

 I will search for the way

to express and to write

and to paint it crystal clear

 

xoxoxoxoxo

 

Once, you thought the writing great
As the words flowed from my heart straight
You impressed me and caged my heart
Almost right from the very start
Not far behind, I felt you go blind
And I most certainly did not mind
There was laughter and getting to know
There was conversation from our very soul
I caught you staring while standing above
As our eyes would meet, I felt the sweetness of love
I sought you out when I knew you were there
It was magic and our hearts thumped with care
Our interest caught us both surprised
Our lives were already super-sized
You instantaneously bettered mine
I complicated yours already entwined
One of us stepped back to analyze
Bringing tears to the other's eyes
Falling in love was simple and easy
With a man like you full of security
So I look in the mirror and ask if I am wrong
To love someone who I cannot belong
The shock for me is what I see
My eyes . . . the most beautiful green I have ever seen
Green equals true and I'm in love with you
That's why, I continue to write to you
Hoping that one day you will read
And remember the planted, perfect seed


xoxoxoxoxo


Like ocean's waves
your love
High tide, you cover fully
Low tide, takes you away
In between the tides,
hidden

smooth

transparent
  and calm

I stay on the beach
  to wait


Waiting
I long to feel the outreach of high tide
The times you flow toward me,
  liquid

xoxoxoxoxo

 

Sometimes you surprise me

And my heart swells in the know

From flowers hidden in my closet

To the poems you elegantly show

 

xoxoxoxoxo


My ocean so deep

The place I continually long to be

Wanting to be submersed in her depths

The mysteries, she holds

Her truths, there for the finding

Her storms, her calms

The peace she unveils

And gives so willing

The only place in the world that stills me

 

Then he entered ~ found me at my ocean

His words, his looks, his lifetime stories

Intrigued me and submersed me into HIS depth

The mysteries, he holds

His truths, there for the finding

His storms, his calms

The peace he unveils

And gives so willing

He shows me another place ~ human ~ that seems to be stilling me

 

xoxoxoxoxo


Laughing With You

 

Laughing with you . . .

Its heart-shaped and pure

Naïve and childlike

Glorious and stunning

Exquisite and splendid

It ravishes complete

 

Laughing with you . . .

Puts giggles in my heart

Allows smiles to attack

Consummates happiness

Makes the world rightly balance

It is the way it is meant

 

xoxoxoxoxo

 

Shredded Love

 

So many photos taken . . . where do they go when the subjects are through

It seems strange to hide them, put them away

Out of sight

Make the other disappear

Such a simple task

Of erasure

 

Yet they still exist . . . the photos

Somewhere

 

Photos displayed . . . or not,

 

When does the mind fade them

Make the memories disappear

Shred the evidence that love ever lived here

 

Photos . . . Memories

. . . some cannot be justified

And it’s a battle with the mind

Worse . . . a deep scar to the heart

Out of sight . . . disappear damn you!

 

xoxoxoxoxo


It is true, I am a woman of many, many moods

Just like an extravaganza of international foods

If my man could learn to accept and enjoy

The thrill of my ride like a newly bought toy

He would find that life is not meant to be

Always an island of still-aired palm trees

Yes, it is wonderful that he be consistently calm

With that, I have not a single qualm

In fact, because of our difference, the way I see it

We were brought together for the perfect fit

Together . . .  we balance within the world

He with dominant logic ...  I with emotional swirls

We have it all . . . nothing is left out

So Baby, learn to love my occasional pout

The “balance” you think I do not have within

Is actually my way of playing the violin

I love the dance I have chosen to dance

For me, it’s very much a romantic trance

Baby, love me the way that I am

I know, at times, it’s like loving the rose stem

But look how beautiful the flower

And how beautiful we shine in our together power

If not for the thorns of our rose stem

We couldn’t appreciate outside of mayhem

I fit with you, in every way

You with me, like a midsummer day

So roll with me in my moods

And I will learn to include

The joy of your logistics of simplistic

And whole living of optimistic

 

xoxoxoxoxo

 

What counts in making a happy marriage is not so much how compatible you are,

but how you deal with incompatibility ~Leo Tolstoy

 

xoxoxoxoxo

 

You feel the oasis

I’ve sought through my desert

I thirst for belonging

A place for my heart

 

You seem the stars

On a cloud-filled night

I’ve searched the heavens

For answers to prayers

 

You seem the fit

When your arms wrap me up

My body responds, in peace

I’m safe, I’m secure

 

You feel the silkiness

Of the ocean at calm

The place on this earth

That I call home

 

xoxoxoxoxo


Such tragic and deep emotional losses this year

a year from hell, much of it

also the year that covid sent us all home to work

I copy/pasted my 2020 online journal into here

I have left it the way it is written

photos were not transferred 

I have not written a whole lot of poetry/thoughts since this year

New year …. New day … welcome 2020!

 

46 degrees, sun shining bright, diamonds sparkling on the lake.

Birds having their fill, spectacular view, peace at its greatest take.

Redefining myself … will be the goal this year.

Body reshaping, a healthy mouth, living with no fear.

My terms, my dreams, my creative inspiration.

Determining the future … preparing for insulation.

2019 brought some stark realizations.

2020 will seek time and adaptation.

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

 

Mid-afternoon on this first day of the year, there is no sun;

 just a blanket of clouds.

Wind moves from gentle and kind to gusts of playful deployment.

Leaves we have left to their will swirl and twirl to a new destination.

The rustling and movement scrapes along the pavement.

I crawl back inside and enjoy the passing of moments.

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

 

January 2 

A poem I found at the end of 2019. It fascinates me. So, I’m bringin’ it with me into 2020.

 

"Remember" by Joy Harjo*

Remember the sky that you were born under,
  know each of the star's stories.
  Remember the moon, know who she is.
  Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is the
  strongest point of time. Remember sundown
  and the giving away to night.
  Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
  to give you form and breath. You are evidence of
  her life, and her mother's, and hers.
  Remember your father. He is your life, also.
  Remember the earth whose skin you are:
  red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
  brown earth, we are earth.
  Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their
  tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,
  listen to them. They are alive poems.
  Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the
  origin of this universe.
  Remember you are all people and all people
  are you.
  Remember you are this universe and this
  universe is you.
  Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
  Remember language comes from this.
  Remember the dance language is, that life is.
  Remember.

*from She Had Some Horses"

 

Nothing better than Friday’s! The third day of the new year. Just a reminder to myself:  

January 8

Where do birds go at night? Once in a while this question pops in my head. I wonder at it as I sit early morning with birds flying everywhere and singing or mumbling while taking turns at the feeders on the deck. I delight at the pure number of cardinals consumed in this Bella Vista yard! At least 10-15 PAIR! No one believes me … and I remember the surprise when just ONE would appear at a feeder in Omaha. Now, I am worried when one fails to appear on any given morning or evening feeding. It is beautiful. Their patience in waiting “in line” for a spot on the feeder …. how the male will wait on the railing, taking guard watch duty, while his mate fuels her belly … and other pairs will line up also. It is a fantastic sight that sends “I am being watched over” emotion over my body. It’s a comfort really. I do find a magnificence in it. A love.

Other birds that appear from out of the trees and wait in the lineup or insert their hungry bodies onto a perch or a suet feeder in this lovely Bella Vista home.

The bluebird (photo) and the silly little red bellied woodpeckers that hang any way necessary from the suet feeders to peck on the variety of suets we have placed at any given time ... 4 separate bricks in two different feeders. Such loveliness. Such joy to watch.

 Though an eagle is rare to see on our actual property, they do fly by and occupy the woods of our lands in the city. This photo taken by a Bella Vistan whose photography hobby graces FB pages in Bella Vista.

Photography down here is gifted with the thrills of nature and the knowing that at any moment some force of nature will appear and offer a great shot as well as a quiet moment of reflection and gift.

As one would logically assume, I guess, the answer to the question “where do birds go at night,” is found as …. Many bird species choose cavities or niches to roost in at night, which prevents predators from having easy access to them. These same cavities also provide shelter from poor weather and may include bird roost boxes or empty birdhouses. Snags, dense thickets, and tree canopies are other common roosting spots.

But this answer barely soothes the wonderment of the question. Maybe because I have never seen with my eyes any bird quietly asleep or resting in some crevice or canopy of tree! Do you know how many birds are out there?? How many you see in just one day … how and where do each of these flying creatures find a crevice to roost in during the darkness of night? And the swan, where does she go for protection and 8 hours of darkness? The geese that fill the waterways during daylight, WHERE the hell does each one find a sleeping place?

I’ll always wonder, I guess. 

TGIF – January 10 … already the second Friday of the year.

The last several weeks, I have not seen my “Bill.” In fact, the small-penned area where Bill resided has been empty. I have even slowed down several times to look back into the meadow towards the beautiful farmhouse and barn inquisitively and hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To no avail. But today …. there is a sleek and slender new “Bill” … all black. What happened to Bill??? Of course, the most likely answer is he is now feed for the persons who live in that cutsie little farmhouse.

Last June, I wrote about Bill ….

(June 20, 2019)

This is Bill. At least that’s my name for him. He’s my north star … now that my Baby has crossed the rainbow bridge. He’s there all four times I drive by each weekday, and every time I may drive by every non-weekday! I talk to him four times a day too. In the mornings I shout, “Mornin’ Bill!” Close to 11:30 a.m., I shout “Hey Big Bill!” Around 12:15 p.m., I lovingly yell, “Damn, Bill!” And each evening, I brake to a slow roll, lower the window full and sing, “Ain’t no mountain high enough,” and then screech, “See ya’ in the morning big boy!”

One day, he may “moo” back.

#LoveBill #MyNorthStar #AlwaysThere #IwantAcow #BellaVista #Drivin’’Round #Cruisin’BellaVista #HeyY’all #DancingWithTerri #Terri’sDances

Miss you Bill!!

January 20 – Martin Luther King, Jr. Day – Day after Danny’s 32nd Birthday 😊

Another found writing from last Spring – 2019 – just another day where only a ride along some Ozark roads can lift a soul.

I like to think that there is no place on earth where in a 12-minute morning drive to work that one can experience the sparkle and serenity of the natural habitat:

Windy, curvy roads where sunshine and shadow play an endless game of hide n seek; turtle crosses the road - I stop to move him to the side he is headed; mama cows with so cute young calves, tails a swingin’ in delight of the cooler morn’; bird song and flying antics fill interval moments; Bill, my friend, always there, whom I roll down the window and call out a cheery, “good morning you handsome man, you!”; sheep grazing next to the Wilson church and country cemetery; the cutest damn ground hog inches from the road sitting up in salute fashion as if to wish me the best of day – not kidding, I believe he is there each morning and night for me only; in the thickness of roadside foliage, a deer slowly emerges as if a lookout for the three behind her clearing the way to cross to the other side; and on the last curve a little white church – New Home Church – awaits on a hilltop inviting even those who do not believe … to come home.

 

January 26 (a write-up on the Creighton Pink Out game)

From go.creighton.com More Than Words                 

The Pink Out that Creighton does has become the envy of many other schools nationwide, and is something that Greg McDermott brought to Omaha after starting it while at Iowa State when his wife, Theresa, was diagnosed with breast cancer.
McDermott was honored with the NABC's Coaches vs. Cancer Champions Award at the 2018 Final Four, a testament to his work in the community and with the program's annual Pink Out game.

Pink Out Auction Raises $31,803.18 This Year
Creighton raised $31,803.18 for this Sunday's "Creighton vs. Cancer Pink Out" Pink Out game vs. Xavier. Below are the final numbers for each jersey/item in the auction this year:
#0      $1725

#1      $585  

#4      $7100
#5      $7000  

#10    $1100  

#11    $7350 <<<<<<<
#12    $600    

#13    $3000    

#20    $751.55
#21    $910    

#23    $860    

#24    $2800
#34    $826.66    

#41    $710    

#43    $460
Ball 1: $355  Ball 2: $355  Ball 3: $355   Ball 4: 365 Ball 5: $375

McDermott's Shoes:  $350    McDermott's Tie: $259.97

Creighton has raised 266,714.18 since the start of the 2011-12 season during its annual men's basketball Pink Out.

Pink Out Details

  When Creighton faces Xavier on Sunday, January 26th (3 p.m. tip-off) - Bluejay players will wear pink shooting shirts and pink jerseys for the game and fans have the opportunity to honor a friend or family member who has battled cancer or is currently battling cancer by purchasing the apparel via auction (the shooting shirt can be personalized – last name, nickname, etc.).

    The first 16,000 fans entering the venue will receive a complimentary pink t-shirt courtesy of Methodist Health Systems & CHI Health.

    "Pink Out" t-shirts are also available for purchase at Custom Sportswear locations. Complimentary "Pink Out" posters will be available to fans exiting the venue after the game.

    Over the past nine years, the annual Creighton University Men's Basketball Pink Out game has raised $266,714.88 benefitting the Hope Lodge facility here in Omaha and the guests it serves.

    All funds raised go to benefit Hope Lodge Omaha, which provides a free home away from home for cancer patients and their caregivers who must travel to Omaha to receive their lifesaving treatment. More than just a roof over their heads, it's a nurturing community that helps patients access the care they need.

    On January 29, 2020 Hope Lodge Nebraska will mark the two-year anniversary of opening its doors.  Hope Lodge Nebraska provides a free home away from home for cancer patients and their caregivers who must travel to receive their lifesaving treatment.  More than just a roof over their heads, it's a nurturing community that helps patients access the care they need.

    Since opening its doors in January 2018, Hope Lodge Nebraska has served over 2,600 patients and caregivers from 27 different states, provided nearly 18,000 nights of lodging and has saved those families nearly $3 million dollars.

    Creighton & Xavier To The Wire

Since both teams officially joined the BIG EAST in the summer of 2013, 12 of the 16 meetings (including the BIG EAST Tournament) between Creighton and Xavier have been decided by eight points or less, with two games going to overtime.

    Since the league reconfigured prior to the start of the 2013-14 season, only Butler vs. Seton Hall (13) has had also had 12 or more meetings decided by eight points or less.

    Creighton is 3-2 this season in games decided by eight points or less.


January 28 (Teeny Tuesday)

Tuesdays are slow ~ teeny. Far enough past the weekend to dim its brightness. Yet, the passing time since allows for weekend events to “develop” through the heart and mind. What a celebratory weekend it was! 

It was a celebration of Dan and the pancreatic cancer he was fighting. I don’t know that I told Shane enough, how proud I was of him organizing the O’Byrne clan to come together for this Pink Out Creighton game. He worked hard and had us ALL set up for two days together. A Saturday night dinner, after party, brunch on Sunday and game … housing the out of towners. He did marvelous and it was such important time together, to come together. I know Dan was so touched. Shane, thank you.


AND THEN COVID TOOK OVER …


Covid-19 2020 Day One From Home 03/24                                                                                                                                                                                           Still arrived late – haha … this unique experience of working from home has great advantages, other than waking, rolling over, no teeth brushing, and walking 100 feet to the new office setup! It has the windows out unto the natural world, on the lake. Today, there is stark contrast between the barren of winter and the new growth of green and color in bud! Overnight growth is the joy of the morn! There is melody of happy songs in the air as bird pairs prepare a nest for their next generation. Busyness of our delightful feathered friends stirring the pot, waking up the day and performing the morning dance is motivation enough.

And at the end of this fab work from home day, a thought:

 

“We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up or fight like hell.”

– Lance Armstrong

  

Covid-19 2020 Day Three From Home 03/26

Yesterday was good. It scares me the amount of time dad spends in his office room. All 8 hours I sat here working. I’m scared. How do I help him?

 

Covid-19 2020 Day Four From Home 03/27


Little sun this morning

Gray fills the sky

Yet birds got it going right

Their song still filling and light

#aDanceWithTerri2020 

 

Day 4 begins and Friday it is ~ Coronavirus spreading with the wind ~ Case numbers higher ~ Death toll climbing ~ All I know working from home ~ Social distancing, now an everyday word ~

I think I’ll run to Lowes now for the first plantings of the year … maybe I’ll pick up some new seed too! 

Hands in dirt … Awwwweeeee … feels good. Love. Love. Love. It’s a start – mostly greenery – flowers to come second week of April. Lookin’ good out there though.

  

Covid-19 2020 Day Five From Home 03/30

Day 5 at home seems less stressful … calm. Sun tried to make an appearance early this morning but has completely disappeared this late afternoon. The home routine was made for me! I hope we never go back! 

 

 (photo of Sir John)

How cute is this cutie?! Sir John, the son of Danny and Mary.

I hope they are doing OK – I’m not sure a trip to Pittsburgh this year is in the picture any longer. Oh those green eyes are so kitty-like. Beautiful! 

 

I was hoping to find some inspiring writer words today; but when I sit down at this “work computer” they seem to escape me. So, gonna call Shane to make sure he is taking care of himself and finding some outdoor time from his apartment.

 

I did take a jaunt into the office to clean up a little and check the mail. I also had requests to mail stuff, so addressed envelopes and ran to post office. Funny, the world seems asleep. Traffic could not be better!

 

Love to the quiet world out there; 4:30 p.m., signing off for the day. Muah!

 

Covid-19 2020 Day Six From Home and FINALLY the last day of March: 03/31

 

On facebook today I watched the most beautiful turtle underwater. I had to share the beauty I watched … and wrote a poem to send out to the world:

 

Over and over and over I watched
Beauty and serenity began its launch
The world within the ocean deep
Seems undaunted by the craze we weep
💓🐢🥰😍 #aDanceWithTerri2020

 

The world quiets in quarantine

Thoughts become conversation

Nature, TV

Contact through screen or voice

Loved ones must stay away

Reflection – Redirection

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

coronavirus and spring

all around us

death and new life

cause a shush

sigh of disparity

sigh of wonderness

opposite worlds collide

let the heart guide

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

Spring decorum

Sight and sound

Agility with gentility

My heart does pound!

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

Diamonds on water

Blinding the eye

Morning riches

Added to reserve

Abundant gems

Pearl of soul

Wealth and fortune

Money cannot buy

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

vernal season

budding and flowering

each day prime

green peeks - pinks crown

lavender varnishes

and skirts around

#aDanceWithTerri2020

  

You write for self-exploration.
You write to tap into collective energy.
You write to melt barriers.
You write for clarity.
You write to soften into the present moment.
You write to tap into the subconscious.
You write to bring forth the images already existing in the body.
You write to expand the imagination.
You write to enhance your intuition.
You write to harness sensuality.
You write as a means of exercising your creative fire which will in turn bring that same fire into all other creative endeavors including creating new paths, doorways, dreams, relationships and harmony.
You write to connect with the everything.
You write to feel full and whole once that connection takes hold through the arms and pen,

streaming both outward and inward onto a warm bubble of illuminating flow.
by Victoria Erickson

 

Covid-19 2020 Day Seven From Home 04/01

 

Let my heart sing in this beauty of spring

Take my being to the place of ringing

Let my world zing with the dance of swing

Making this fling a long-lasting cling

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

 (best photo ever! remember when Charmin made color TP - will the photo here should be a roll of PINK Charmin)

Oh .... Look what treasure I found under the bathroom sink this morning!! A 💌 love note left by my mom!! 💓💌💓

Thanks for the extra heart beats and smile during this TP pandemic Mom!! I miss you every day ... and I treasure the messages left by you that I find every so often. Today, my heart is full.

 

~My FB post this morning above~

 

It was a moment indeed, to find this pink TP … the moments we are given in complete unexpectation are voices of time in connection with our daily movements and they never lose their wonderment, surprise and awe.

 

 Covid-19 2020 Day Eight From Home 04/02

We write to heal.
We write to move forward.
We write to understand.
We write to stay present. ~ Victoria Erickson

 

And I would add:

We write to preserve.

 

Just talked to Shane. He sounds good … the last couple times, he seemed a little awestruck at what the world is going through … so I said as much … and he laughed a little and told me that when he had his head inside his dryer sanitizing it a few days ago, he decided that it was time to chill. So funny!! And he’s been good ever since! LOL He’s making good use of his time: running, eating right (which takes up a lot of time he says … writing down what works and what doesn’t and preparation), going to Meatball once a day (the owner is feeding his employees!! – all employees can stop by after noon every day for a take-out lunch/dinner which he prepares! WOW), reading (of course history – currently, a book on US History written by a historian who has collected writings from different area of history and put into a book, which as Shane says, is so much more a realistic view of history … he loves it), and school work (“all locked in and focused”). We talked of people taking up new hobbies through this pandemic and when I asked what his “hobby” might be … he suggested, writing. OH YES – DO IT SHANE-O!! It was comforting to hear his voice. Especially the positive vibes. I Love you!!!!!

 

Covid-19 2020 Day Nine From Home 04/03

Friday … the work week almost complete.

 

Still … is the day; cold and rain

Not a movement outside

Not a person in sight

Do the houses hold residents?

What activity might they

be in?

Coronavirus sucks up what it can

Yet there is perseverance

In the soul of man

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

 Covid-19 2020 DayTen From Home 04/06

 

The azaela bush now filled with blossomed flowers

I remember Mom’s love for this pink

Her telling all, of its bloom 

 (photos of the azaela bush all pretty pink)

I know she sees her spring love with pride

And understands the happiness of my cry 

 

Tulips opening this morning ~ so happy I planted

Mom would love ‘em too ~ and find my same enchantment 

 

Thinking of you today mom ~ needing a little courage ~ you know Dad, and his hospital worries ~ in the middle of this pandemic ~ the hospital is going ahead with his colonoscopy ~ isn’t that messed up? ~ It totally stresses me ~ I am unable to go inside due to new coronavirus restrictions ~ Can you accompany him, please ~ tomorrow, April 7 @ 8:15 a.m. ~ I miss you and thank you!

 

Covid-19 2020; day number, no longer important 04/10

The April moon tonight … so bright

shines hope on this pandemic plight

The light in darkness -

together the world to share

as we reach for slumber

to take us there

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

Zoom with my babies tonight … so different the world becomes … so cool it was to have all at one time … so different, becomes really good!  – xo – xo – xo – xo –

  

Covid-19 2020 Easter!

Ravage from the skies last night

Trying like hell to rid the world’s nightmare of covid-19

Try as it might … death rises and rises

Over five hundred thousand suffer in its grip

The sky’s tumultuous show of strength and might

Proliferate and heighten the need to fight

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

(photos of a complete dining room table full of dog baskets and goodies, for two dogs)

Easter Bunny came!!

 

Covid-19 2020 april 16

an axe came down; one day less to operate

one day less of income; desperate?

despair takes a sidestep; a four-day work week temperate

knowing I am a lucky one; no mortgage to compensate

what of others not so fortunate u.s. unemployment staggers with cumulate

so many must be horribly desolate

this world continues to isolate

taking away all that is intimate

finding it harder to correlate

how to delineate and narrate on deaths to enumerate

how are there those left insensate?

and those who misrelate

and purposely contaminate

an axe did come down; so, time to regenerate, revalidate, reactivate, illustrate, facilitate, accentuate, accelerate, annunciate, and intoxicate in the articulate

… together, as one, the world begs to find a vaccinate

and then, equilibrate

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

Covid-19 2020 april 17

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”

~ Rainer Maria Rilke 

 

No sun

But emotion and inspiration run

Spring’s green

Keeps visual supreme

On backdrop of cold and dreary

Today feels cheery

#aDanceWithTerri2020

  

Covid-19 2020 april 18 

 (photo of a project)

Handy dandy Terri! Finished today – made from a pallet – two sided! – I love it –

I even made it through Dad’s and others’ comments (or lack of)!! … whatever, when logic is the only way a brain works, you can’t expect appreciation for the creative brain!! It only bothered me for a couple hours. I know what I did and its usefulness. Way to go Ter!! 😊

 

Covid-19 2020 april 20

April speeding along … much faster than creep n crawl March.

 

It can’t be easy, I know, to be locked up inside your 35 year old home unable to get out into the world when that world consisted of weekly Rotary meetings, bi-monthly BV Foundation meetings, a full Arkansas Razorback baseball schedule (3-4 game outings a week), regular trips to Branson for double whammy shows, a Saturday night cruise to West Fork for the Little Ole Opry house and slice of pie, a six-pack country show lineup at the AMP to look forward too, a Mother’s Day outing to Branson to meet up with Shannon & Dennis weekend (cancelled), a Memorial Day Branson weekend with Steve & Patty & kids (cancelled) and the yearly CWS trip cancelled in June before it even got planned! He is bored out of his mind. I see despair and loneliness in his eyes. His voice is so low … lack of verbal communication?? Hoarsy sounding … maybe, not enough liquids getting in him? I wish there were SOME THING I could find to interest him. I have suggested two weekends in a row that we just drive through Branson or take a drive into Oklahoma or SOME WHERE. Twice he has denied any joy in doing that … “No.” ☹ He is slouched now. I noticed the severity the other night … it worries me – like nothing left to stand up straight for. I know we have it 95% better than so, so many people, but it must feel ‘horrid’ to him, as it has wiped out every piece of joy and motivation he had left. I don’t want him to be ‘crotchity’ … but I fear it’s happening. I want the man that led us through Japan on an adventure every weekend!

 

Covid-19 2020 april 21

with this view (photos)

mornings during this stay-at-home mandate are pure pleasure

with coffee in hand and three days-worth of bed-head hair

i love the time with nature i now get to share

the time it takes to get from bed to work chair

stress-free, without a care

the glory of what all must be missing in a debonair

such plentitude without that of a millionaire

the morning’s a dance with affectionate flair

a book writing of self-aware

the joy of solitaire

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

Covid-19 2020 april 24

Friday again … today’s is wet … day three of rain … oh my, ‘tis time to refrain

 

I’ve got me an oriole … he feeds on grape jelly … in a pretty little cup … made just for him … he’s been here three times, I’ve seen … a joyous delight … colors so vivid … markings defined … another awe of nature who drew this little bird of flight … just passing through …

 

Make that THREE little orioles … fighting for food … a 2 p.m. snack battle … going on out there … bright orange beauty … for my soul’s delight

  

2020 covid-19 april 25

Melodies are clear

Feeders full with a lineup on the rail

In the trees and the back of chairs

Sky dispassionate

Peekaboo game with sun goin’ on

Makin’ diamonds on water, then gone

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

So, on to baking so that we can eat because there’s certainly nothing else to do. Haha Asked Dad once again if he wanted to go for a ride. “No, not really. Should go to Braum’s sometime.” Half a gallon of milk left. Braum’s is the ONLY milk he will drink. But the trip is worth it for the sweet tea too. And Brendan and I have found the joy of GOOD bacon (half the price of grocery stores) and the ice cream has found a small place in Dad’s heart during this stay-at-home place in life. Part of his Arkansas baseball games routine was to stop at Braum’s in Fayetteville for a chocolate milkshake on the way home each day. ☹ Back to baking:

 

Grandma Coe’s Applesauce Spice Cake (which is really misleading of the title because it’s actually a “bread pan” cake)

Fire Station 1 Banana Bread (Brendan starts shift tomorrow)

Bird Seed Filler … homemade!

Applesauce Spice Cake … in the oven. Sitting on deck with both dogs; laptop on my lap; sun now out with those big poufy clouds; Bella bugging Jax as he positions in the sun … life is good! This Applesauce Spice Cake actually has a frosting; heading in to whip that up.

 

Frosting whipped and waiting …. Cake just out of oven …. 2 loaves banana chocolate chip bread in oven …. OH LOOK – hummingbird at my very pretty Amazon ordered round hummingbird feeder. Life in Bella Vista truly is a bird watcher’s paradise. One of these days I’ll bring my real camera out and try to take those pics that other people always post to FB … the detail and clarity professional style. 60 mins left on the banana bread; how ‘bout a short nap on this lovely cushioned “couch” that used to reside on Grandma Mueller’s screened in porch …. Remembering now the times at her Cass Street home, right next to Peony Park in Omaha that the Anderson clan would gather for Thanksgiving …. Good, loving memories …. And her first of just two granddaughters. Heart, Heart. TWO hummingbirds now and a fight with another bird to stay at the feeder …. Yeah, getting the blue couch cushions out now to add pleasure to the show and soul.

 

45 min nap with Bella outside and the restless Jax to which we opened our eyes every 4 minutes …. Finally falling into settled down slumber just in time to hear the timer going off to take out the banana bread! Bird song, slight neighbor leaf blowing/mowing, voices off the lake and ruffling bird feathers giving pleasant, pleasant soothe to the day! What a beauty!! Yes, life is good.

  

2020 covid-19 april 26, 2020

 

Went to Lowes. Bought some flowers. Planted. 😊 Pretty.


2020 covid-19 april 27, three year anniversary of mom passing

  (photo here will be at the end of this year-long journal piece #1)

This is the most clever and inspiring “meme” to come out of the coronavirus so far. Impressive! Hail to the Librarian!


(photo here will be at the end of this year-long journal piece #2)

I don’t even remember where I found this photo (probably from all the photos we went through after Grandma’s death) … and not sure why it is on my work computer!! (Probably wanted it scanned for something). Grandma’s handwriting “Daddy” in one of her scrapbooks. Love, Love.

This is Grandpa Geiger, Mom’s dad.

 

(photo here will be at the end of this year-long journal piece #2)

And oh how I love this photo found while searching for Woodstock photos! Had to keep it and use it every August to commemorate Woodstock! I wish I had been of the age to go! Last year was 50 years … I bought a coffee table book too … just because. Interesting shit!

 

2020 covid-19 april 28


“A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew/A cloud, and a rainbow’s warning/Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue/An April day in the morning.” — Harriet Prescott Spofford


My covid-19 Orioles

first one; then two; then three;

now four

mama oriole joins the group

a bland, paled down orange

not the bright, “can’t miss me” color of the male

camouflaged to protect her higher purpose

a blessing this ‘stay-at-home’

to witness the coming and goings

their brightness so vivid

giving smile to every sighting

three times a day

grape jelly

even taking turns … no fighting

bliss in witness

my covid-19 orioles

maybe tomorrow

will bring even more

or

maybe they will be on their way

to wherever it is they travel

while passing through my village

and

I will have to wait

for the brightness to return

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

Some days there is too much to share and write and I get all fuzzy inside 😊

 

2020 covid-19 april 29

May 18 @ 7:30 a.m. Bella in for spaying. Dew claw removal. She’ll never get to be a mom. ☹

 

Furlough day off today. Jax out at 6 a.m.; time to get up!

 

Finally posted for recommendations on all that brush to be removed and some tree trimming on the BV Neighbors website … got some responses, so will call two for estimates …. Dad approved – Halleluja! 😊 

 

sun arrived early

only to disappear

felt good

for a while

now back to uncheery

rain moving in

again and again

mother nature

should spread out

her tantrums

to the heat sodden days

of July, August, September

#aDanceWithTerri2020 

 

Mother’s day/may 9

Mother’s Day 2020

A weekend of love and dance

 

Nature dances with me

sun + water sparkle, free

breeze unseen chimes with my coffee

woodpecker busy, so pretty

a squirrel gathering, in committee

bluebird eyes homemade suet hungry

orioles line up in tree, feast grape jelly

past days’ rain displays green contrary

growth arbitrary

and hearty

gallery of song dainty, merry, lovely

with human sound stymied

the glory

in such creation of fantasy

me

dancing happy

gleefully

this early morn Saturday

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

 

I grabbed my camera, the one I bought myself Christmas 2018, yesterday! So why did I wait so long? The inspiration of the Oriole made me remember, since my cell phone wasn’t producing the beauty of the bird! Wow! Yeah, just wow! Impressive shots and joy to me! Having the camera in my hands again proved solace and victory. 😊 Yeah, so why so long? Goal today is to learn how to “quickly” disseminate these lovely photos … camera has wifi; gotta find how to use it easily. Me and easy, go a long way. I woke today knowing that the entire day is to be spent writing and getting the photos signaturized (new word) and onto the paper digitally. #CovidProject2020

 

Voila!

I love them! Great job, Ter. A little more practice later to create one(s) with color. The website MyPhotoSign.com allows for gray, white and black with a very easy two-step process. Now, let’s see about getting on a photo.

 

Wow, 6 p.m. … 4.5 hours looking for the way to get this photo signature on a photo … and I am still stuck.

 

Dad enjoyed the soup. “Tastes like it used too.” 😊

 

10:45 p.m. … still no idea how to get my “signature” on my photos!

 

Look at this guy! Couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked up and saw this at the feeder. Look at the little chubby!

“Baby” cardinal? Still with his furry feathers?

Not sure, but he/she is the cutest! Love!

 

 This is what I woke up to this morning.

Temps were low to mid 30s overnight.

This was just beautiful.

Peaceful.

 

 

Mother’s Day flowers from Brendan before he left (work Saturday and off for a two-day camping trip with friends when he gets off his shift. Love, love, love!

 

some kind of woodpecker … big daddy here a moment before this guy

morning feeding brings them all

it’s great to be up early to watch them fly in

 

Mom’s favorite planter / made by her

This year I filled it; last year I didn’t

Looking pretty; though has a crack down the backside

Bunnies were her favorite

Until Santas became her craze

Her ceramic talent kept her satisfied

Content, creative and passified

Often told the eyes she painted were best-ever seen

Today, remembering the pride she wore

In each finished treasure

Miss you bunches; wish you were here

We didn’t tell you enough

That your talent is very dear

Always my love to you Mom

 

2020 covid-19 may 12

Haven’t brushed my hair or teeth two days now. Have thrown pants on under whatever I wore to bed the night before and a jacket sweatshirt right over top it, the last two days.

The rain is relentless

Gloomy and grey

Feeders all empty

Nothing else to do for the birds/who wants to play in all grey?

I mean lights in house on grey

And the air chill is high

45 degree temperature highs

In May is obscene

☹ of course the two days of gloom and doom

Cold and mush

Mean that the yard invasion grows more immense in brush

Whomever may arrive at whenever they feel like it time

Will have double the work than what was given as quote

Oh well, not for me to worry

Choice made by them to put off

Means I get my money’s worth!

Seems the tomato cage waiting for the plants to grow

Is in constant state of droplets hanging on

Brendan’s camping cut short a day

Nighttime temps a little much with no tent

 

Gloom and doom ends here.

 

Shane’s rental company just shared with tenants that monthly rent will go up $115 a month at next renewal! During a pandemic with people losing jobs that seems disgusting to me. Greedy. Unethical. His is renting a studio apartment; rent already over $900. There can’t be more than 480 sq feet. I know he has enjoyed having his own again, this past 10 months … I know the gratitude of living in space that is “your own.” I know the “something, not quite right” feel of living in space that is owned by another. There is a difference. He knows his family is more than ready to allow his move in with them for a time, but with that move into takes away a tiny bit of integrity and pride … and the feel of having one’s own ‘rules’ of engagement taken away. He seems to take it all in stride, saying, “not sure what I’m going to do yet, that’s two months away,” but I guess that he feels slighted with this pandemic stuff that has taken his job. It’s been a little difficult to live in his 480 sq feet, basically one room mansion, for the last 9 weeks alone, going nowhere, and seeing on one. But it was his. Gave him the option of coming down here for a week (or however long) during his 2-week between semesters break. It would be good for him to have different surrounding for a time during this stay at home worldly scene! I would like that he take me up on the offer. Quality time with him would be great … there’s hiking and natural beauty galore down here that I’m sure he would love! He and Brendan could have a couple nights of brotherly bonfires down by the lake. At the same time, I offered to him a place to live for as long as necessary once his lease is up … if he would like. With a small vacation down here at end of May, he would have a chance to check that option out … if it would make sense to/for him. Just throwin’ it all out. My baby. 😊 Life with Brendan has been super --- each of us doing our own thing. So what’s another?!

 

My guy showed up about a week ago and the last couple of days has been digging in to the Oriole food (grape jelly)! He loves it. He spends time in the flower bucket outside the window here and flies to a feeder. I noticed him, he seems to be the lone one, a couple days ago and wondered what the heck it was. I found out yesterday on FB when someone else posted their guy in their grape jelly. What is funny: starting a couple weeks ago, I would go outside and hear a cat mewing. I would stare into the trees, looking for a cat stuck in one. This happened five or six times! NOW, I know what it was! A Cat Bird. God, I love it here. In reference to FB, I have found that many people are having multiple Orioles in/on their feeders and many say that there have never been so many around. A lucky year! And I’m glad for it.

 

Dad just finished with a virtual appt with his cardiologist. Pacemaker is doing its job. AFib is back. Solamon recommends another ablation. Dad told him, he’d think about it. According to Dr. S, it may possibly have gone back into AFib once Dad quit taking the Amiodorone. I just don’t get it. Why has he not tried another med … Flecanide? And they must be able to tell at exactly what point did the AFib return? Right after stopping the Amiodorone? I don’t want Dad to go back into hospital … not now … I don’t know if he truly has the strength / want to get through another stay. Though hell, it would be a change of scenery for sure! #covid-19 I hate that he is a worrier about this stuff. He will mull this around in his mind now for days/weeks. His sleeping is definitely not improving. HAVE TO find something he would be interested in.

  

Father’s day fast approaching…

2020 covid-19 May 29

It’s a Dominos night! Friday finally – this week a long one. But the sun should be shining for the next few days! What a stretch of rain and clouds and thunder and lightening! Beautiful out right now. Brendan made some Pink Senorita’s! Yum – a recipe I had printed off a few months ago. Sitting on this pretty flowered deck watching the Friday early evening boat traffic drift by along with the everyday fishermen. Bella loves it out here; content with the squirrel shit and itty bitty twigs that fall. Gonna have to watch my cucumbers … she stands up to pick off the flowers of the plant … ugh! She was spayed on the 13th … all fixed up. A crazy first night though … and then five nights of girl slumber party on the floor on top of a pile of blankets, sheets and pillows – fun! She’s a good mate – love her bunches!!

 

2020 covid-19 May 31 … last day of May … this one went fast

In what was at one time a normal year, the world would be getting ready for the College World Series. Strange to me is this: After only 2 and a half months, life in pandemic mode almost seems the “normal” now. That is not hard to say. As I wrote this first sentence and I started thinking about the CWS, it feels like life before March 2020 is of another universe. And this week, the killing of George Floyd by a Minnesota police officer has brought the U.S. down to its knees.

Protests; peaceful then violent.

Destruction.

Violence.

Uprising.

Riots.

 

2020 covid-19 and now George Floyd June 1st

Been reading things. It occurred to me after an astonished reply from my oldest child about me not “understanding” all the destruction and looting that maybe I’m not thinking it all through – maybe I am looking black/white and not within the shades of those colors. Black lives most definitely do matter. And my thoughts after two nights of watching violence erupt and then having Shane texting with updates in Omaha on Saturday night. His texts seemed full of astonishment with some frightened fringe, so I started watching the Omaha Police Scanner – one thing led to another. I felt some panic and unease just in the watching.

 

A blog post:

The moralizing has begun.

Those who have rarely been the target of organized police gangsterism are once again lecturing those who have about how best to respond to it. Be peaceful, they implore, as protesters rise up in Minneapolis and across the country in response to the killing of George Floyd. This, coming from the same people who melted down when Colin Kaepernick took a knee — a decidedly peaceful type of protest. Because apparently,

when white folks say, “protest peacefully,” we mean “stop protesting.”

Everything is fine, nothing to see here.

It is telling that much of white America sees fit to lecture black people about the evils of violence, even as we enjoy the national bounty over which we claim possession solely as a result of the same. I beg to remind you, George Washington was not a practitioner of passive resistance. Neither the early colonists nor the nation’s founders fit within the Gandhian tradition. There were no sit-ins at King George’s palace, no horseback freedom rides to affect change. There were just guns, lots and lots of guns.

We are here because of blood, and mostly that of others. We are here because of our insatiable desire to take by force the land and labor of others. We are the last people on Earth with a right to ruminate upon the superior morality of peaceful protest. We have never believed in it and rarely practiced it. Instead, we have always taken what we desire, and when denied it, we have turned to means utterly genocidal to make it so.

Even in the modern era, the notion that we believe in non-violence or have some well-nurtured opposition to rioting is belied by the evidence. Indeed, white folks riot for far less legitimate reasons than those for which African Americans might decide to hoist a brick, a rock, or a bottle. We have done so in the wake of Final Four games, or because of something called Pumpkin Festival in Keene, New Hampshire. We did it because of $10 veggie burritos at Woodstock ’99, and because there weren’t enough Porta-Potties after the Limp Bizkit set. We did it when we couldn’t get enough beer at the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake, and because Penn State fired Joe Paterno. We did it because what else do a bunch of Huntington Beach surfers have to do? We did it because a “kegs and eggs” riot sounds like a perfectly legitimate way to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day in Albany.

Far from amateur hooliganism, our riots are violent affairs that have been known to endanger the safety and lives of police, as with the infamous 1998 riot at Washington State University. According to a report at the time: The crowd then attacked the officers from all sides for two hours with rocks, beer bottles, signposts, chairs, and pieces of concrete, allegedly cheering whenever an officer was struck and injured. Twenty-three officers were injured, some suffering concussions and broken bones.

Twenty-two years later, we wait for academics to ruminate about the pathologies of these whites in Pullman, whose culture of dysfunction was taught to them by their rural families and symbolized by the recognizable gang attire of Carhartt work coats and backward baseball caps.

Back to the present: To speak of violence done by black people without uttering so much as a word about the violence done to them is perverse. And by violence, I don’t mean merely that of police brutality. I mean the structural violence that flies under the radar of most white folks but which has created the broader conditions in black communities against which those who live there are now rebelling. Let us remember, those places to which we refer as “ghettos” were created, and not by the people who live in them. They were designed as holding pens — concentration camps were we to insist upon plain language — within which impoverished persons of color would be contained. Generations of housing discrimination created them, as did decade after decade of white riots against black people whenever they would move into white neighborhoods. They were created by deindustrialization and the flight of good-paying manufacturing jobs overseas.

And all of that is violence too. It is the kind of violence that the powerful, and only they, can manifest. One need not throw a Molotov cocktail through a window when one can knock down the building using a bulldozer or crane operated with public money. Zoning laws, redlining, predatory lending, stop-and-frisk: all are violence, however much we fail to understand that.

As I was saying, it is bad enough that we think it appropriate to admonish persons of color about violence or to say that it “never works,” especially when it does. We are, after all, here, which serves as rather convincing proof that violence works quite well. What is worse is our insistence that we bear no responsibility for the conditions that have caused the current crisis and that we need not even know about those conditions. It brings to mind something James Baldwin tried to explain many years ago: …this is the crime of which I accuse my country and my countrymen and for which neither I nor time nor history will ever forgive them, that they have destroyed and are destroying hundreds of thousands of lives and do not know it and do not want to know it…but it is not permissible that the authors of devastation should also be innocent. It is the innocence which constitutes the rime.

White America has a long and storied tradition of not knowing, and I don’t mean this in the sense of genuinely blameless ignorance. This ignorance is nothing if not cultivated by the larger workings of the culture. We have come by this obliviousness honestly, but in a way for which we cannot escape culpability. It’s not as if the truth hasn’t been out there all along.

It was there in 1965 when most white Californians responded to the rebellion in the Watts section of Los Angeles by insisting it was the fault of a “lack of respect for law and order” or the work of “outside agitators.” The truth was there, but invisible to most whites when we told pollsters in the mid-1960s — within mere months of the time that formal apartheid had been lifted with the Civil Rights Act of 1964 — that the present situation of black Americans was mostly their own fault. Only one in four thought white racism, past or present, or some combination of the two, might be the culprit.

Even before the passage of civil rights laws in the 1960s, whites thought there was nothing wrong. In 1962, 85 percent of whites told Gallup that black children had just as good a chance as white children to get a good education. By 1969, a mere year after the death of Martin Luther King Jr., 44 percent of whites told a Newsweek/Gallup survey that blacks had a better chance than they did to get a good-paying job. In the same poll, eighty percent of whites said blacks had an equal or better opportunity for a good education than whites did. Even in the 1850s, during a period when black bodies were enslaved on forced labor camps known as plantations by the moral equivalent of kidnappers, respected white voices saw no issue worth addressing.

According to Dr. Samuel Cartwright, a well-respected physician of the 19th century, enslavement was such a benign institution that any black person who tried to escape its loving embrace must be suffering from mental illness. In this case, Cartwright called it “Drapetomania,” a malady that could be cured by keeping the enslaved in a “child-like state,” and by regularly employing “mild whipping.” In short, most white Americans are like that friend you have, who never went to medical school, but went to Google this morning and now feels confident he or she is qualified to diagnose your very pain. As with your friend and the med school to which they never gained entry, most white folks never took classes on the history of racial domination and subordination, but are sure we know more about it than those who did. Indeed, we suspect we know more about the subject than those who, more than merely taking the class, actually lived the subject matter.

When white folks ask, “Why are they so angry, and why do some among them loot?” we betray no real interest in knowing the answers to those questions. Instead, we reveal our intellectual nakedness, our disdain for truth, our utterly ahistorical understanding of our society. We query as if history did not happen because, for us, it did not. We needn’t know anything about the forces that have destroyed so many black lives, and long before anyone in Minneapolis decided to attack a liquor store or a police precinct.

For instance, University of Alabama History Professor Raymond Mohl has noted that by the early 1960s, nearly 40,000 housing units per year were being demolished in urban communities (mostly of color to make way for interstate highways. Another 40,000 were being knocked down annually as part of so-called urban “renewal,” which facilitated the creation of parking lots, office parks, and shopping centers in working-class and low-income residential spaces. By the late 1960s, the annual toll would rise to nearly 70,000 houses or apartments destroyed every year for the interstate effort alone. Three-fourths of persons displaced from their homes were black, and a disproportionate share of the rest were Latino. Less than ten percent of persons displaced by urban renewal and interstate construction had new single-resident or family housing to go to afterward, as cities rarely built new housing to take the place of that which had been destroyed. Instead, displaced families had to rely on crowded apartments, double up with relatives, or move into run-down public housing projects. In all, about one-fifth of African American housing in the nation was destroyed by the forces of so-called economic development.

And then, at the same time that black and brown housing was being destroyed, millions of white families were procuring government-guaranteed loans (through the FHA and VA loan programs) that were almost entirely off-limits to people of color, and which allowed us to hustle it out to the suburbs where only we were allowed to go. But we can know nothing about any of that and still be called educated. We can live in the very houses obtained with those government-backed loans, denied to others based solely on race, or inherit the proceeds from their sale, and still believe ourselves unsullied and unimplicated in the pain of the nation’s black and brown communities.

As much of the country burns, literally or metaphorically, it is time to face our history. Time to stop asking others to fight for their lives on our terms, and remember that it is their collective jugular vein being compressed. It is their windpipe being crushed. It is their sons and daughters being choked out and shot and beaten and profiled and harassed.

It is their liberty and freedom at stake.

But, by all means white people, please tell us all the one again about how having to wear the mask at Costco is tyranny.

Written by Tim Wise

I’m an antiracism educator/author. I Facebook; tweet @timjacobwise, podcast at Speak Out With Tim Wise; post bonus content at atreon.com/speakoutwithtimwise

 

Finally, a voice of reason came out today … in a facebook post at least:

 

Barak Obama …

As millions of people across the country take to the streets and raise their voices in response to the killing of George Floyd and the ongoing problem of unequal justice, many people have reached out asking how we can sustain momentum to bring about real change.

Ultimately, it’s going to be up to a new generation of activists to shape strategies that best fit the times. But I believe there are some basic lessons to draw from past efforts that are worth remembering.

First, the waves of protests across the country represent a genuine and legitimate frustration over a decades-long failure to reform police practices and the broader criminal justice system in the United States. The overwhelming majority of participants have been peaceful, courageous, responsible, and inspiring. They deserve our respect and support, not condemnation – something that police in cities like Camden and Flint have commendably understood.

On the other hand, the small minority of folks who’ve resorted to violence in various forms, whether out of genuine anger or mere opportunism, are putting innocent people at risk, compounding the destruction of neighborhoods that are often already short on services and investment and detracting from the larger cause. I saw an elderly black woman being interviewed today in tears because the only grocery store in her neighborhood had been trashed. If history is any guide, that store may take years to come back. So let’s not excuse violence, or rationalize it, or participate in it. If we want our criminal justice system, and American society at large, to operate on a higher ethical code, then we have to model that code ourselves.

Second, I’ve heard some suggest that the recurrent problem of racial bias in our criminal justice system proves that only protests and direct action can bring about change, and that voting and participation in electoral politics is a waste of time. I couldn’t disagree more. The point of protest is to raise public awareness, to put a spotlight on injustice, and to make the powers that be uncomfortable; in fact, throughout American history, it’s often only been in response to protests and civil disobedience that the political system has even paid attention to marginalized communities. But eventually, aspirations have to be translated into specific laws and institutional practices – and in a democracy, that only happens when we elect government officials who are responsive to our demands.

Moreover, it’s important for us to understand which levels of government have the biggest impact on our criminal justice system and police practices. When we think about politics, a lot of us focus only on the presidency and the federal government. And yes, we should be fighting to make sure that we have a president, a Congress, a U.S. Justice Department, and a federal judiciary that actually recognize the ongoing, corrosive role that racism plays in our society and want to do something about it. But the elected officials who matter most in reforming police departments and the criminal justice system work at the state and local levels.

It’s mayors and county executives that appoint most police chiefs and negotiate collective bargaining agreements with police unions. It’s district attorneys and state’s attorneys that decide whether or not to investigate and ultimately charge those involved in police misconduct. Those are all elected positions. In some places, police review boards with the power to monitor police conduct are elected as well. Unfortunately, voter turnout in these local races is usually pitifully low, especially among young people – which makes no sense given the direct impact these offices have on social justice issues, not to mention the fact that who wins and who loses those seats is often determined by just a few thousand, or even a few hundred, votes.

So the bottom line is this: if we want to bring about real change, then the choice isn’t between protest and politics. We have to do both. We have to mobilize to raise awareness, and we have to organize and cast our ballots to make sure that we elect candidates who will act on reform.

Finally, the more specific we can make demands for criminal justice and police reform, the harder it will be for elected officials to just offer lip service to the cause and then fall back into business as usual once protests have gone away. The content of that reform agenda will be different for various communities. A big city may need one set of reforms; a rural community may need another. Some agencies will require wholesale rehabilitation; others should make minor improvements. Every law enforcement agency should have clear policies, including an independent body that conducts investigations of alleged misconduct. Tailoring reforms for each community will require local activists and organizations to do their research and educate fellow citizens in their community on what strategies work best.

I recognize that these past few months have been hard and dispiriting – that the fear, sorrow, uncertainty, and hardship of a pandemic have been compounded by tragic reminders that prejudice and inequality still shape so much of American life. But watching the heightened activism of young people in recent weeks, of every race and every station, makes me hopeful. If, going forward, we can channel our justifiable anger into peaceful, sustained, and effective action, then this moment can be a real turning point in our nation’s long journey to live up to our highest ideals. Let’s get to work.

 


2020 covid-19 and now George Floyd June 4

Busy out on the lake this early afternoon! Boats anchoring, kayaks and tubes floating and Brendan and Jax swimming and laying out down on the landing … talking with the fishermen floating by. A little 70s jams floating through the air. Lots of splashing out there today with the 90 plus degree temps and humidity that seems 100% …. Yuk!

It’s a warm one. Fun news …. My hanging wicker chair arrived this week! Then my other “zen” purchases started rolling in … a bamboo walkway, plastic side table, wood wind chimes, a chair cushion and pillows …. and I am psyched. Now, to find someone to hang it!! I just finished moving the three wood pallets downstairs from the cement patio over into the rocks in front and to the right of where my chair will hang … “my zen table” and moved the gorgeous plantings I made over onto it. Need to take the Weekly Vista bench I made to the Weekly Vista porch. Talked Dad into moving the table and 4 outdoor chairs on the deck down onto the basement patio … need room for his father’s day chair next weekend. Brendan’s got his 4 days off pretty packed up, but maybe one of the evenings will work out to get the table/chairs off the deck and downstairs. We’ll see. I should just hire some handyman to hang my chair, maybe the hanging chair dad bought TWO years ago and the hammock. I’ve got the space marked out; and it will be a cool space once all gets done! 😊 Love, Love, Love. All under the cover of deck.

 

2020 covid-19, George Floyd and now Rayshard in Atlanta June 14

The world is mad. At least the people of the United States are mad.

As well they should be.

 

And a covid-19 perspective …

It’s a mess out there now.  Hard to discern between what’s a real threat and what is just simple panic and hysteria.  For a small amount of perspective at this moment, just imagine you were born in 1900.

 

On your 14th birthday, World War I starts, and ends on your 18th birthday.  22 million people perish in that war. Later in the year, a Spanish Flu epidemic hits the planet and runs until your 20th birthday.  50 million people die from it in those two years.  Yes, 50 million.

 

On your 29th birthday, the Great Depression begins.  Unemployment hits 25%, the World GDP drops 27%. That runs until you are 33.  The country nearly collapses along with the world economy.

 

When you turn 39, World War II starts.  You aren’t even over the hill yet.  And don’t try to catch your breath.  On your 41st birthday, the United States is fully pulled into WWII because of the attack at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.  Between your 39th and 45th birthday, 75 million people perish in the war.

Smallpox was epidemic until you were in your 40’s, as it killed 300 million people during your lifetime.

 

At 50, the Korean War starts.  5 million more perish.  From your birth, until you are 55 you dealt with the fear of Polio epidemics each summer.  You experience friends and family contracting polio and being paralyzed and/or die.

 

At 55 the Vietnam War begins and doesn’t end for 20 years.  4 million people perish in that conflict.  During the Cold War, you lived each day with the fear of nuclear annihilation.  On your 62nd birthday you experience the Cuban Missile Crisis, a tipping point in the Cold War.  Life on our planet, as we know it, almost ended.  When you turn 75, the Vietnam War finally ends.

 

Think of everyone on the planet born in 1900.  How did they endure all of that?  When you were a kid in 1985 and didn’t think your 85 year old grandparent understood how hard school was.  And how mean that kid in your class was.  Yet they survived through everything listed above.  Perspective is an amazing art.  Refined and enlightening as time goes on. Let’s try and keep things in perspective.  Your parents and/or grandparents were called to endure all of the above, you are called to stay home and sit on your...couch.

 


The other day

Dad said to me

The world will be as this to the end of my life

He will have to wear a mask

Every day he seeks to leave home

For the rest of his life

Most likely

He will not see the inside of any restaurant

For the rest of his life

Most likely

He will not get to Branson for his beloved shows

For the rest of his life

Most likely

He will not get to travel as once before

For the rest of his life

Most likely

He will not get to cruise the aisles of Sams

For the rest of his life

Most likely

He will not see a live Razorbacks baseball game

For the rest of his life

Most likely

He will get to see his grandchildren and greats only 1 time a year

For the rest of his life

This, weighs heavy on me

Puts “taking for granted” in true perspective

Makes me cry out for the dad I love

A man who did all things by the book

The book of growing up in the 60s

One job for life, money in the bank, married for life

A man whose dedication was to serving others

Provided family so as nothing to want

Saved for retirement to ensure easy life enjoyment

Now what

Where is the easy

The enjoyment

Three years ago, he buried his wife

Six years ago, he became her full-time caregiver

Last year, he buried his sister- and brother-in-law; this year his best friend

One and half years ago, he blacked out

Became a pacemaker recipient

Some issues along the way

Coronavirus now offers him this

The morning newspaper, the mid-day mail and an after-dinner movie

My heart bleeds for the stagnancy forced upon him

He keeps his brain in tip-top shape

Still analyzes everything and all

But what is left to feed his soul

Where is contentment for this man I admire so

Who gave all – to all who have crossed his path

So proud to call him dad, yet my heart aches so

Of course, there are stories more aching than this

But they are not his – or mine – to retell

To share on these pages the man who takes all in stride

His body frame, drifting away

Hope for a new day, take it or leave it

Future plans, none in place

I search daily for some difference to make

Something to bring light to his eyes

A nibble of food for his soul

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

2020 covid-19, George Floyd and now Rayshard in Atlanta June 15

I’ve had lots of time to observe my lake neighbors during this #stayhome period. The most intriguing I find are across the lake. Jo is her name, I believe; she works at my cardiologist office at the front desk. I believe she is a bit younger than her husband. Pretty sure Dad is familiar with them and has socialized with them in the past. Anyway, he keeps his yard immaculate. It seems to be a double lot. They have a nice, covered, two-bay dock and a seawall that they sand and re-paint every few years when the lake draw-down happens on Windsor. I know because I watched his and her efforts last year over a two-week period. The bottom half of yard is grass – immaculately kept with poop cleanup and riding mower mowing once a week, early on Saturday’s. Other parts are rocked. There are wood steps in a curved path from home down to dock amongst the rock – and landscape lighting following these steps from house to dock that light the night on both land and lake water reflection – pretty cool. Nice job. For two and a half years, there was little activity lakeside besides the mowing days where man of the house and dog would mow large ovals into the yard (there is also a paver path from side of house down to grass area to allow the mowing rider its path down and back). Since covid-19 and #stayhome efforts have surfaced, it looks to be that the entire family has taken up residence once again in the family home. I seriously have no idea how many children they have, but it looks to be maybe 2, 3 or 4. And a new dog is also residing … one of the kids lets him/her out every morning at my first wake and view of the lake. Dad arrives on the upper deck a short time later for a session of welcome to the morning. Sometime during the early afternoon, kids hang out on the lawn with lawn games, take up residence on the chairs on the dock or take out the fishing boat. After dinner, all in the home hang out on the dock – family time at its greatest! #stayhome for them has been a super family reunion it feels. Good for them! Fun to witness.

 

Midwives of the Soul

June 13 FB posting

Push yourself to get up before the rest of the world
Start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. Go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf
and watch the sun rise.

Push yourself to fall asleep earlier
Start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm.
Wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable. Lie in your garden, feel the sunshine on your skin.

Get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. Fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic,
fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it.
Sit and eat it and do nothing else.

Stretch.
Start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. Roll your head. Stretch your fingers.
Stretch everything.

Buy a 1L water bottle.
Start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

Buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen.
Write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. No detail is too small.

Strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. Wash, then hang them in the sunshine with care.
Make your bed in full.

Dig your fingers into the earth, plant a seed.
See your success as it grows every day.

Organize your room.
Fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor.
Light a beautiful candle.

Breathe.
Practice your deep breathing. Ground yourself.

Have a luxurious shower with your favorite music playing. Wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. Lather your whole body in moisturizer, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs,
the back of your neck.

Push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. Smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. Bring your dog and observe the dog’s behavior. Realize you can learn from your dog.

Message old friends with personal jokes. Reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. Push yourself to follow through.

Think long and hard about what interests you. Crime? Sex? Boarding school? Long-forgotten romance etiquette? Find a book about it and read it. There is a book about literally everything.

Become the person you would ideally fall in love with.
Let cars merge into your lane when driving. Pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. Stick your tongue out at babies. Help an animal. Compliment people on their cute clothes. Challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. Then two. Then a week. Walk with a straight posture. Look people in the eye. Ask people about their story. Talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

Lie in the sunshine. Daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing.

Open your eyes.

Take small steps to make it happen for you... Emma Elsworthy image | Unknown


2020 covid-19, George Floyd, Rayshard in Atlanta, and now NWA covid cases on the rise – Father’s Day - June 21 

 


Covid-19 / June 27

another saturday here

clouds and breeze

keeping all in bed

a lullaby free

---

give me hippie

heart and soul unique

no road paved

drifting mystique

each day’s wake

travelling solo with style

whatever the mood

with a gypsie smile

 

let music flow

with rhythm intent

crave dance unlimited

and a body bent

 

river flow me

destination unseen

slowly or swiftly

matching day’s mystic steam

#aDanceWithTerri2020

-------

in mind and wit

let words take over

in hippie fit

 

Covid-19 / July 4

Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This

one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next. We can choose to walk

through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead

ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage,

ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it.

-- Arundhati Roy

art | Melissa Nucera

Eureka Springs, Arkansas

a place on earth that feels home

free and hippie

July 4th, 1879: The city of Eureka Springs was founded & named. Sharing a birthday with our nation, Eureka Springs was named a “City of the First Class” when the population reached 10,000 in 1881.

People flocked to Eureka Springs after the discovery and belief that the city contained miraculous and healing waters. For hundreds of years prior, Eureka Springs held legends known by Native American tribes of a Great Healing Spring located in the Arkansas Mountains.

The healing tradition spawned by the springs in the early days lives on today in the abundance of day spas, massage therapists, herbalists, and alternative healers. While the springs today are not potable, they are wonderfully landscaped & lushly gardened.

 


Covid-19/July 28

tired. just tired.

        

Covid-19/July 29

grateful. fully grateful.      

 

Listening to Michelle Obama new podcast out today - 😊

 

harrowing heat

weeks and weeks

clouds unite

contend … defeat

rain pours down

inspirating life

lakewater animates

in lines of creases

gardens parched

quenching thirst

wind gives breath

branches dance

melodies awaken

in birds’ hydration

yellowed grasses

guzzle soaking

mood ascends in drum

of showers

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

“We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.” — Jacques Yves Cousteau 


covid-19/July 31

Euphoric. Peacful. Anticpatory.

 

The gentle drizzle of rain, misty and gray sky, patches of light fog and cooler weather bring me a euphoric and peaceful feel today. It is these days that all other days wait for and anticipate.

 

I thought Bella was going right on over the edge of the deck this morning as she chased the early morning squirrel … she was an inch behind the scatteredness of his surprise. Quite the laugh from me, but I do wonder what in the heck she (and the squirrel) would do if she ever gets her teeth in one! She is so fast – amazing how fast those little legs gain speed. She brings joy in her sometimes out of the blue running around a room … sometimes around Jax, sometimes just for something to do.

 

Swinging this morning also gave sight to the little chipmunk out back … and also bringing smiles at the cuteness and the jerked running around of the little gal. There’s awe in the swiftness of all the tiny creatures as they survive their predators! Life! How all the world’s creatures travel the day.

 

Looking forward to the weekend … Dad has a 16 foot shuffleboard table/game headed this way … like a thousand pounds of table/legs … which has motivated Brendan with Dad’s assistance to re-arrange and eliminate some of the furniture pieces in the basement as they look forward to this new game table. Dad claims this will give him something to do during the endless days of #stayhome. I welcome his excitement at this prospect! So yesterday, Brendan put up dry wall in all the holes of studs! It looks great! And I believe should give him more pride and wellness in his “home.” He even looked into the framing of his KC Chief Chamiponship newspapers. Another KC wall to create which will look pretty awesome in his bar/gaming area when that table does get here! 18 feet of wall space all KC’d out! Love 😊 So, I’m looking forward to one more time re-arrange my little crafting room down there since I now have another table, a computer and a couple of chairs to work around … I have some ideas and I’m ready to get started!!   

 

covid-19/august 3

 

TODAY'S QUOTE

"Newspapers cannot be defined by the second word—paper. They’ve got to be defined by the first word—news."

Arthur Sulzberger, Jr. 

covid-19/august 5

Today is the day – 16 feet of shuffleboard coming – 500 plus pounds of table and legs being dropped off at the top of the driveway – city of Bella Vista firefighters/truck on standby between 3 and 6 p.m. to meet the truck and carry the packages down to the back of the house and into the basement – dad probably didn’t sleep last night and is currently pacing the floors in anticipation and nervousness that everything is set up just perfect for their effort – gonna be a long day 😊

 

covid-19/august 8 loooooove saturdays!!

rainy and clouds

sittin’ in bed

all day if I want

 

covid-19/august 12

August weather ….

 

High 80s … warm, not hot with breeze

The feel begins to change

A few overcooked leaves from July

Begin the downward journey, subtle

Before the storm

 

Greenery turns a droopy mist of green

The eye tries to readjust  

Filmy, milky … slow transition

Taking place on the watch

Summmmmmmmer hanging on

#aDanceWithTerri2020 

 

Covid-19/kenosha, wisc./jacob blake/17 year old gunslinging killer/nba won’t play/august 27

I have a #whatkeepsmeawakeatnight big issue with the below columnist and his writings that my newspaper insists on using. This is the latest writing that will appear in our little weekly on Sept. 2. And it angers/frustrates me that a proclaimed pastoral type writes in column and thinks like this. For me, it brings all “evangelists” into the fray, whom I think ALL are self-indulgent capitalists twisting what people believe to be “the most holy words” and tangling them into their own twisted web of extortion opinion.  WTF – like prayers are what brings about a winner of a competition. Jesus would be rolling around in his empty tomb wondering how much more stupid people can aspire to. It seems that these persons calling themselves evangelists, defined as one who rounds up people to bring them into Christianity through the preaching of the bible, would maybe describe prayers of persons in a truer stance of bringing miracle to a scientifically unexplained event.

The topping on this POS cake is that whoever put this POS article into the system gave it a “title” of: Naïve Voting.

Yep!

Why, TF is ANY pastoral person giving opinion on who to vote for. A pastoral being should be pastoring on what is “right or wrong” according to his/her interpretation of their life guide and not signifying who to vote for. There is no separation of church and state in this country.

Enjoy the funny read:

 

Twice in my lifetime I’ve witnessed God’s people shift an election through prayer. In the book of Daniel we read, “It is heaven that rules. He sets over nations the lowliest of men.”

The first occasion was during the days of President Richard Nixon. He was a Republican and he was corrupt. Despite winning a second term in a landslide, Nixon allowed his party henchmen (Haldeman, Colson, Erlichman) to arrange a break-in at the Democrat headquarters. Movies and books have been written about this crime. They were caught and spent time in prison. During Nixon’s administration, his vice-president, Spiro Agnew, was caught taking bribes. He resigned and went to prison. Gerald Ford took Agnew’s place. Later, Nixon resigned, thus elevating Ford.

How did prayer affect this unusual chain of events? During that era, there was a prayer movement called Intercessors for America - IFA. They rallied Christians in all kinds of churches to gather in prayer events, prayer concerts, and prayer vigils, praying for righteousness to return to America’s government. There were bumper stickers, “I pray daily for my government.” I had one on my car. I remember specifically praying for God to weed out corruption in high places.

The Watergate hearings on TV mesmerized the nation. It was unbelievable: the arrogance, the injustice, and the attempts to hide it. But it all came out. Justice was done. We cleaned house starting at the top. The end of the matter was that Gerald Ford, a decent respectable man, transparent to a fault, became President of the United States. He had never been elected to either post. Prayers shifted things in a way that no movie plot could have dreamed of.

The second time prayer affected our election was during the contest between Al Gore and George Bush. I was with about a hundred intercessors at a church in Waco, Texas. We had assembled to ask the Lord to determine the outcome of the upcoming election, less than three weeks away. All the polls showed it was too close to call. Did the Lord want Bush or Gore?

At this prayer event, I was asked to intercede for George Bush. I did that privately in my hotel room before the evening session. That night, an amazing thing happened. We had a small music band playing on the stage. People were worshipping, waiting on the Lord, sitting or standing. The presence of the Lord - his glory - in the auditorium was becoming thick, tangible, weighty. One by one the musicians slid to the floor. Everyone was still and silent. The senior pastor cast himself face down on the floor, saying “He’s here! Take off your shoes!” Suddenly, the auditorium was filled with the heady aroma of strong heavenly incense. The leader had a vision of a headline, “Bush wins by a whisker!” Weeks later, Hanging chad and court battles over, Bush became President.

I know God isn’t a Democrat. Nor is he a Republican. But the Lord favors some and dislikes others. For example, He chose David over Saul to rule ancient Israel. David was blessed and anointed by a prophet. Later the people chose David. A righteous man with God’s heart for the people was prepared and became ruler over the nation.

Can the prayers of believers affect our government? I believe Christians can vote in heaven by praying. In America, we get to vote at the polls. As Christians, let’s agree with God. Let’s appeal to heaven. Let’s pray, “Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” Don’t naively let the wrong people grasp the reins of power.

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Ron xxxx is a retired pastor and author. Contact him at wood.stone.ron@gmail.com or visit www.touchedbygrace.org or follow him at Touched By Grace on Facebook. The opinions expressed are those of the author.

covid-19/kenosha, wisc./jacob blake/17 year old gunslinging killer/nba won’t play/august 27

Because my words can’t say it as it should be said, I give you Dan Rather and Michelle Obama’s words today instead. Mr. Rather’s regarding last night’s RNC. And Ms. Obama’s on the shooting of black bodies.

 

Dan Rather FB post August 28

The lies flew like a fertilizer spreader in a windstorm.

The flood lights illuminating the White House backdrop couldn't outshine the darkness of a broken historical precedent.

The packed, maskless crowd mocked the reality of a murderous virus engulfing the nation.

Last night's culmination of the Republican Convention was pure Donald Trump, even if he remained largely tethered to his teleprompter. It was a grievance-filled exercise in mass gaslighting. It reinforced my previously-stated belief that the Trump re-election campaign is based on the rather hard-to-swallow idea that only Donald Trump can save America from Donald Trump's America. But we know many of his legions of fervid supporters believe this framing of the national moment to make perfect sense. He is their savior, no matter what he has wrought.

As to how this speech and convention played to the rest of America, I am reminded often of a favorite line I heard long ago about prognostication: those who live by the crystal ball end up eating a lot of broken glass. Did last night help the president's re-election prospects? Did it hurt them? Will it all be forgotten with the next tweet or earth-shaking event? No one really knows.

What is clear is that, at least for now, the Trump campaign and the man who leads it, has settled on some specific lines of attack. Gone seems to be "sleepy Joe Biden." Now it is "Trojan Horse Joe Biden," a captive of the socialist left. Nevermind Biden's own decades-long record in government and nevermind that the demonization by the president and his enablers of the left wing of the Democratic Party is based on exaggerations, distortions and many outright lies.

President Trump has the political instincts to know he is losing. Yes he preached a lot of fear last night, but I suspect he also is afraid. He cannot allow reality to intervene into the conversation, because by almost any measure of our personal, civic, social, or economic health, America is struggling. That is why packing his supporters onto the White House lawn was so important. He needed a show, even if it ended up being deadly to those who attended and the others they might infect.

Against this gaudy pageantry of last night we have shuttered schools, mass unemployment, staggering death tolls, and a combustible social justice movement. Of that list, Donald Trump only wishes to talk about the final one. Months of protests, mostly peaceful but some violent, have given him what he yearns for, and even many of his opponents worry about: an opening. Donald Trump has long played on racist tropes, biases, and deeply-ingrained, history-laden fears of Black and brown people. I am old enough to have seen this "law and order" line of attack used before by politicians and work many times,, although it's been a long time since I have seen it employed so blatantly.

Will it work? Now well into the 21st century? It will with some. It will backfire with others. Who those are, what their numbers will be, and whether they will vote all hangs in a balance of uncertainty.

And it is into this cauldron of the unknowable that this campaign will play out. The polls in a week or two might provide a more robust snapshot. But we have also seen how events can come out of nowhere to change narratives and news cycles. However, despite all that is going on, we have seen the race be remarkably steady in recent months. Donald Trump appears to be losing, and there is the potential that he could receive a stinging defeat. But many suspect the polls to tighten, and almost everyone, in both campaigns, thinks Donald Trump can win. What that would do for the continuation of American democracy is another question.

Ultimately, this will be decided at the ballot box. We will see who votes, and for whom. And in retrospect we may be able to answer the question of what to make of last night in the larger arc of the story of this nation.

Michelle Obama FB post August 2


covid-19/I forgot to tell dan happy birthday yesterday/august 29

 

 

covid-19/brendan tested positive Tuesday morning (9/8)/the next day, sept. 9 

 

Yep. Brendan is covid positive.

 

I’m tired.

Desperate want of travel.

To see. To feel. To hear.

To observe.

Outside my box.

Outside this state.

To spend a morning inside a café; an evening amongst laser lights of carnival.

New.

A pier. Seagulls.

Shells on the sand.

Lapping waves.

Stillness with pink setting.

No dependence on me.

A chocolate croissant made fresh.

No pile of dishes in sight.

Someone else to decide.

Dilapidated barns; falling to a side.

A brook of steady stream.

Not a mask to be found.

A hotel bed.

Crisp white sheets.

Maid service….oh please.

Massage.

A candle, I didn’t light.

Another pier.

Seagulls. And yes, shells on the sand.

Madness of sea.

Streaks of light; crash of thunder.

Music in a drive.

Song and dance.

Happy moments.

Thrilling minutes.

A full day of content.

Shells filling bucket.

The sand, hot on my feet.

Jet ski spray.

Airplane banners.

The quiet of dinnertime when everyone leaves.

An umbrella drink.

Pushed down into the sand.

I’m tired.

Desperate want of travel.

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

 covid-19/brendan tested positive (9/8)/sept. 10

 

TODAY'S QUOTE

"But now in September, the garden has cooled, and with it, my possessiveness. The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head...The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on."

Robert Finch

covid-19/brendan tested positive (9/8)

 

The day from hell

 

covid-19/brendan tested positive (9/8)/sept. 13

Sunday evening blahs…

Though not so bad working from home.

Autumn is here 😊 acorn droppings are loud in the forest! And on the rocked yard. There must be millions out there with the plop, plop, plop sounds.

7:19 and the air is cool … darkness soon to fall

 

Hummingbird squeaks … as they dance ‘n’ drink

Make my heart blink and weak

Here and gone … fast and small

Sometimes all you hear is the hum.

Cicadas and tree frogs begin their song

As the last chirping bird feeds on a seed.

Autumnal peace sets itself in

Quiet and solace the day does end.

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 

covid-19/RBG died Friday (9/18)/sept. 22

Blessed rain on this autumn day

Comforting and steady

In a world gone mad

#aDanceWithTerri2020 

 

When a woman like this leaves our mortal coil,

we owe it to her not to grieve,

not to weep or be sad.

We owe it to her to rise.

To all be a little bit more like her…

To be louder, braver,

so that the girls born today have new heroines to look up to.

That’s what she would want.

RIP Ruth Bader Ginsburg

1933-2020

(Donna Ashworth)


2020 notes / not to be forgotten

This year Danny turned 33, Shannon 32, Brendan 29, and Shane 25.

         

Covid project #1

Sometime in April/May, I painted two benches…from mom/dad’s old picnic table that made two benches. Was pretty proud of the results. For three years I begged for a Weekly Vista sign in front of our new offices. One bench I made for the office front veranda and painted “Weekly Vista” on it! Brendan and I moved it there in the back of the truck. And now, customers know when they have reached the Weekly Vista office! The other bench I put in the back yard facing the lake. It’s pretty from the lake.

 

July’s Whipple gave hope and joy.

 

Baby Leighton was born to Mitchell and Taylor in August.

 

Not much was written September, October, and November. I was consumed with the daily news of the next asinine thing the president did/said. Constantly in a state of disbelief … disbelief that a president acted that way and disbelief that 50% of Americans believe in him. And covid continues to take lives. Over half a million American lives have been snuffed out under a ‘president’ who did not give one little bit of shit. I will never forgive that dump of trump. Never.

 

Ah…sweet, sweet November:

trump gone! Biden/Harris in ……. January 22nd

 

Christmas in Omaha was not planned this year due to pandemic.

December was a spiral downward. A three-day trip was made anyway.

 

Covid-19/sometime early December

 

Mangled and buried in covid, my family’s hearts are now twisting and breaking with the terminal and despairingly ugly cancer of the pancreas. A two and a half year ago diagnosis was met with a fight. An extremely difficult and courageous fight. Endless chemo and radiation; afterwhich, a battle to ready for the only known “stop” of the deadly disease – a 12-hour whipple procedure which surgically removes the bitch; endless hospital visits for scans to measure results.

 

What seemed joyful July 2020 recovery and life-lengthening survival is now one week into the diagnosed news that the cancer has moved … into the stomach … and that’s why N O T H I N G has stayed down in the stomach for the 12 days prior.

 

Three months to live, if you don’t pray to God that he takes you sooner for all of the intense discomfort and hell you will feel.

 

Dan died the day after Christmas, the day after he got to be with his children. All four of his children. Together. He was tired. Exhausted. But he died with the peacefulness of his children … and Laurie, his love. 

 

#AlwaysOurWarrior

Love You Forever


Five generations

me, the baby

Four generations

me, the groovy unsmiling chick