Progress

How is it measured?
That depends
On the need
The event
The goal
The work

Where was the starting line?
That depends
On a memory
A realization
A decision
A step

Where is the finish line?
That depends
Each is different
Though more
Important than
The steps or the pace

Baby steps
Or giant leaps
The pace of a snail
Or a horse race
Not about comparison
But valuing the journey

With Purpose

Stretching
Bending
Twisting
Walking
All with purpose
Back straight
Head held high
Muscles engaged
Strengthening
The outer shell
So that the
Inner soul
May freely and
Graciously
Continue on
Its journey-
One carrying
One held
Each breathing life
Into the other

I have recently been going to physical therapy. It is not my first experience with PT. A long history of scoliosis, a couple of bone breaks, and hours of sitting at the piano made it necessary.

This time, however, was different. At our first meeting, my therapist asked about my goals for therapy. He gave me a chance to think. What do I want to get out of this? I knew from experience PT was helpful. But I needed to think past the initial results.

At the time, we were awaiting the birth of our first granddaughter. I knew I wanted to be able to hold her, pick her up, and play on the floor with minimal discomfort. You get the picture. Ultimately, I wanted to feel stronger.

Today, I am a little stronger. I also have a lot more work to do. And possibly some weights to purchase. 😉 But I now have some helpful exercises with specific purposes that make a difference.

My therapist viewed me not just as a patient but as a person. Both challenging and encouraging me through this process. And I am grateful.

In Support of Public Education

We are products of public education-me, my husband, our three children, and our daughter-in-law. Each of us graduated from college. Several hold graduate degrees.

Our combined work in public education equals over fifty years. Our varied experiences include band, elementary music, special education, geometry, computers, and administration. Collectively, we worked in many classrooms with different age groups from varying perspectives across several states.

I am grateful for my public education experiences as a student, parent, and employee. Each provided caring teachers, opportunities for creativity and learning, and lifelong friendships. These are things that continue to happen in today’s classrooms.

Were they perfect? No. Are they perfect now? There is no such thing. But they were and are filled with hardworking staff and teachers who love their students. Individuals dedicated to the pursuit of lifelong learning. People who hold dear the responsibility for our future.

They need and deserve our support, as do our children.

What can we do?

We can choose not to perpetuate inflammatory rhetoric concerning teachers and classrooms.

We can choose not to apply broad generalities. History has shown us how detrimental those can be.

We can accept that there is always work to do. And remember the work is made lighter when we join hands.

“I have the right to do anything,” you say-but not everything is beneficial. “I have the right to do anything,” you say-but not everything is constructive. No one should seek their own good, but the good of others. I Corinthians 10:23-24

Do everything in love. I Corinthians 16:14

Lighthearted

Who Was that?

I walked past
My future self
This morning
At least
She could have been-
Faded jeans
And sandals
Unassuming
Floral patterned
Cotton top with
Spaghetti straps
White hair
Pulled back
In a relaxed, but
Fashionable style
Wire-rimmed glasses-
Well, I would probably
Choose more
Colorful
Frames
They are so much fun-
As I continued
To walk into
The day ahead
I couldn’t help but smile-
I wonder if she saw me?

So Simple

Such a simple idea
Cooking dinner
Admittedly, not
Something I do often
I would rather
Bake cookies
But this thought
On this day
Brought a smile
Along with
A complete
Shopping list-
Meal and dessert!
Before you offer
Any congratulations
Just know it was
A simple meal
Tasty, healthy
But not complex
Still, I energetically
Prepared, carefully
Timing each chop
And measure
Proud of myself
Upon completion
Happy to announce
Dinner’s ready!
And share this simple joy-

Guest Writer

My daughter, Rachel, wrote the following poem not long after my dad passed away. It paints a beautiful picture of the way we need and care for each other. I asked her if I could share. ❤️

Circle of Grief

Your mom needs you
Is a call to action
I do not take lightly
My Dad said this to me
After learning my mom had lost her own father
I held her tight in my arms
Breathing deep and slow
Like she had done for me
so many times before
Your mom needs us
My Dad said to her
As they prepared to leave
I imagine she held her mom tight in her arms
Breathing deep and slow
Like she had done for her
So many times before
How precious it is
To need your mom
And be needed by her

-Rachel Morris

Simply Sunday

Hi, Dad

The day we
Laid you to rest
The sun shone brightly
The wind blew
Stronger than
A breeze
And carried
A cold bite
Uneven, at best
Like my emotions
Visited again today
Knelt down
By the dirt
And smiled
Hi, Dad
The sun shone brightly
No breeze to cool the air
The sky was a beautiful blue
Somehow, felt balanced-
Surprisingly, so did I

Hi, Honey

Soft baby blanket
Tiny pink hat
Your sweet face
All that we
Could see
All that we
Needed to see
Eyes still closed
Your new cry
Broke my heart
Hi, Honey
Your dad
Held you close
My heart filled
To overflowing
My baby
Holding
His baby

Happy Father’s Day!

A Tiny Light

So small
Yet, captivating
I’m unable to
Look away-
Uncertainty
Arrives first
But does not
Settle in
Curiosity soon
Takes its place
I continue to watch
Not knowing is ok
Maybe even better
Allows more space
For my thoughts
To wander
As I watch this
Tiny being of light
A bright spark of life
Knowing it will
Pass from my sight
And I will have to wait
Until it returns
Once again
Drawing my eyes
As my heart follows
Close behind

I continue to love the writing circle. You never know what is going to show up on the page. Sometimes, I do not know where the words come from or what they mean. Then I read them out loud to caring, intentional listeners and take in their reflections.

The above poem was written in our most recent circle with Ali Grimshaw. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/ Inspired by a line from the poem A Note by Wislawa Szymborska.

To follow a spark on the wind with your eyes.

What do you think I was writing about? 😉

Today’s Answers


What is wrong with me?
 It took a couple of hours to solve the mystery. Though solving did not mean feelings subsided. The emotional range of my morning hit hard and fast. 

Why am I surprised? Sunday is our son’s first Father’s Day! It is also the first Father’s Day without Dad. So much joy and sadness co-exist. But I know I’m not alone. 

How are you today? My friend Darryl stopped by today. His home is on the streets. He appeared to be having a particularly rough day. Yet, he made a point to ask how I was doing.

Should I answer honestly? His dad also recently died. He didn’t know for several weeks. So many regrets. Told him I was struggling and mentioned that Sunday was Father’s Day.  

Sunday is Father’s Day? A first for us both. Reminded him that we have to keep going. It is ok to be sad, but we can’t stay there.  

What is wrong with me? I miss my dad. I miss my father-in-law. But I also celebrate my son. And I celebrate my husband-all great dads!

What are the answers for today? There is strength in honesty. Sorrow shared is easier to carry. And joy shared multiplies. ❤️

Mending Layers

Wounds left behind
By trauma’s
Repeated strikes
Scar deep
The pain pulsing
Long after
The bruises
Disappear-
Difficult to
Comprehend
Particularly when
Exacted on the weak
And Innocent-
Layers of insecurity
Lead to repeated
Questions that
Often require
Deciphering
Repeated
Questions
Requiring
Repeated
Answers-
All the above
Requiring
Patience-

Uncomfortable
Necessary work
Sewing stitches
In hopes of mending

Child abuse is not pleasant to think about or talk about. But unpleasant conversations are necessary for positive change. Acknowledgment and patience are the beginning steps.

A recent visit with a sweet friend brought this ugly truth clearly into view. But there is hope. Even if it comes in small doses. Even if face-to-face caring tests my patience more than I wish to admit…

I remain in awe of the counselors, therapists, case workers, etc who sew these stitches every day.