Sunday, July 26, 2026

Showering Peace

 


Rainy days with you,

sitting on my patio,


celebrating a rare, soft summer rain.


While sunny days can be comforting with the sun’s warmth,

showers in summer are rare and should be celebrated:

soft gentle rain, not storms.


Rainy days calm me, slow me down.

We watch drops of rain sprinkling:

like twinkling stars

softly falling on a cottonwood leaf

Trickling down the drain restoring a glimmer of life.




I celebrate the mist now falling: 

 a mystical scene

of brooding trees rising up slowly 

from the swamp.

Clouds shading the canopy from

the sun’s harsh rays.


No Tai Chi today, but celebrating

a rainy day in July: 

a midsummer Missouri treasure.

The respite and relief reminds us

to slow down and reflect on what brings peace,


Celebrating summer with you

in the rain on my patio is Peace

Saturday, July 4, 2026

If I had a Love Song



 If I had a love song,

it would flow like a river 

embracing our two shores.


If I had a love song,

it would be like dawn’s chorus:

birds blending each voice 

into a symphony of sound.


If I had a love song, 

it would be 

Like an ever-flowing spring

from a never-ending source.


If I had a love song,

it would be like the wind blowing

Silently dancing with the grass on the prairie.


If I had a love song,  

it would be about savoring a coffee

with pensive moments sharing.

Our thoughts

embracing,

singing,

dancing.

flowing.


If I had a love song,

It would be about 

You.



Love is Served Here

 Come to Happy Hour!

when you walk through the door, 

you’ll find we serve drinks and friendship.


Even if the table looks filled


We’ll find space

We’ll scoot back 

And, help you find another chair

to add to our circle

Not turn you away,


Our hands serve love.

We understand

what it’s like to be new,

alone,

unsure.


Join our circle of friends

Share a drink, 

share your ideas.

your presence, 

your thoughts, 

your memories:

they enhance us.


“Welcome, We were just talking about 

going to dances when we were teenagers,

do you remember the bunny hop?”


Come to Happy Hour at McCrite—-

Create new memories.

Where the circles can grow

Where the friendships can flow



June 2026

Opening Shot




Sitting on her patio, the grey-haired woman wears a red hat,

Laptop by her side waiting for the magic of inspiration..

She glances up from trying to write.

This is her Happy Place: 

Watching the trees sway in the soft breeze of summer,

And, listening to the rustle  of leaves like water boiling on the stove.

The sky is gray with the haze of July.

Hawks slowly survey the scene like a politician working the room for prey.

She waits outside finding peace In this steamy environment,

Sitting limp in a chair absorbing the peace before  life’s reality calls her.

The AC cannot lure her back into what  awaits for her:

Peace eludes her inside.

Monday, June 15, 2026

Cottonwood Trees

 Cottonwood trees fluttering


on the shores of the river---

bending and swaying 

with the summer breeze.


The trees aren’t fighting the wind,

but dancing with the wind---

Both moving rhythmically together

Creating mesmerizing beauty.


Resist and the wind will win.

Stand stiff and proud and trees will tumble.

Cottonwoods survive by

Not giving up but channelling 

energy, working together:

Bending and leaning into life’s struggles.

Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.