No Standing Still

December 10, 2018.  Today marks 2 weeks since a hurried scurry in my driveway left me flat against the concrete wondering briefly what all have I broken?  And who saw me fall?  Good news on all fronts – nothing broken and no distressed neighbors hovering.  I got myself up slowly, marveling that everything still worked, and began puzzling why I tripped on something always right there, why on the day before I go to my aunt’s 94th birthday, why, why, why?

Richard Wehrman’s poem “Traveling” helps make sense of a seemingly senseless stumble.  I’ve added bloom and swirl to a photo of my purple-puffed chin.

P.S. I am back to normal skin tones.  More attentive in the driveway.  Pondering still.

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Indelible Yellow

April 23, 2018.  Yesterday, a poem I read sent me searching through old photographs looking for a specific dress worn in high school.  I found it!  But only in black and white.  The memories, like the trigger for this search, are yellow.  Vivid yellow.  Same yellow as the Chiapas sage in my yard, which I resolved to let stand-in for the dress.  When I found the photograph, I decided to layer dress and blooms – hence the strange collage.

This morning I opened Word-Of-The-Day to Cathexis (Analyst perspective) — investing psychic or emotional energy in a person, object, or idea.  I certainly have these past 24 hours!  Cathexis (Poet perspective) —  holding onto associations, such as with a color (perhaps yellow).

This poem is a mindful reflection on the significance of simple things, like a dress, in defining memories – and likely spreading associations to future encounters.

Read Robert Okaji’s poem Yellow, Lost at https://robertokaji.com/2018/04/23/yellow-lost/

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Bridging Solstice

December 21, 2017.  As this year moves closer to closure, usual seasonal mood swings squeeze into limited interior space crowded with national tensions, frustrations way beyond individual control and impossible to expel.   Thank you, Nature.  Your cycles remind “this, too, will pass”.   Optimistic fingers tightly crossed, I look toward 2018.

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Hitched

June 16, 2017.  Big changes often involve multiple facets fitting together. Such was our decision to go from a small travel trailer to a larger one.  Not just the trailer changes.  The tow vehicle must also change.  And after months of planning, selecting, and financing our dream – one last essential piece about did me in:  something called a weight distribution hitch that serves to help Blackie (truck) and Silvie (trailer) move smoothly together.  Using friction to control sway – fascinating.  A variety to choose from, but a strong preference for the kind we had with the small trailer (only bigger).  Precise measurements of the trailer still sitting on the dealer’s lot an hour’s drive South proved elusive, highly frustrating in ordering the new hitch.  A few cross words flew between the two of us piecing together our bits of understanding (and not!) of hitches and measurements … but ultimately all came together.  And in the process, the weight distribution hitch emerged as symbol.  Notice those chains. Ties that bind.

We’ll be rolling through Arkansas, Missouri, Iowa, Oklahoma, and New Mexico shortly. Trusting our hitch!

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Shadow Crossing

February 9, 2017.  My inner poet and inner photographer often trip over one another vying for best view of current circumstances.  Sometimes they work in cahoots.  This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge “Shadow” sent me scurrying through files for a specific cahoots – on Austin’s Town Lake Labyrinth, October 2007.  One of many savored labyrinth walks, this day pops instantly to mind periodically – a serious reminder to not take myself so seriously.

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