Wednesday, April 03, 2019

April 3rd, 2019

Ordinary Things

The other day I bought a book from Amazon.

Well, I bought two books from Amazon, both entitled "Poetry of Presence" An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems.

I bought two, knowing that one I would want to share, and give away.

One copy sits close by the breakfast table and I treasure those early morning hours when all is quiet 

and I can read, and play the ukulele, 

and just kind of ponder on life, and what it's like to be 94!!

Oh, this life,
the now,
this morning,

which I 
can turn
into forever

by simply 
what is here

is gone,
by noon.

Sad, but true....

However, this morning, as I had my coffee from an ordinary cup,.

sitting there at an ordinary table,

I came across this ordinary poem...

The Patience of Ordinary Things

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottom of shoes
or toes.  How soles of feet know
Where they' re supposed to be.
I've been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things.  How clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
from the skin of the back.
And the lovely repitition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

Pat Schneider

And I thought about how all the flowers that find their home on the vanity

 against the wall opposite the front door, 

double the pleasure they radiate from their reflections in the glass

and the way the piano is reflected in the window at night...

And how I can see exactly what the little dog, Bruce, is doing

if I sit on the right side of the table and watch

in the glass

his perambulations on the sofa

and his earnest activity in getting the pillows

in just the right place for a morning nap!!

Life is good, and entertaining.

Sunday, March 31, 2019

April the First

A Reminder

I believe you have until noon,

after which you will be immune to

the April Fool's Tricks!!!


don't forget that tomorrow is the day

when the White Rabbit

looks for homage

from readers of Alice in Wonderland

And there's no fooling around with the white rabbit...

he is fanatically aware of the time!!

It behooves one to properly

acknowledge his day

at the beginning of April,

if you expect to enjoy all the delights

of this coy month...April can be a terrible flirt!!


"Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, 
and of having nothing to do: 

once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, 
but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?’

So she was considering in her own mind 
(as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid),
whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble
 of getting up and picking the daisies,
 when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that;
nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself
 `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’
 (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this,
 but at the time it all seemed quite natural); 
but when the Rabbit 
and looked at it, and then hurried on,
 Alice started to her feet, 
for it flashed across her mind that she had never before 
seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it,
 and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, 
and fortunately was just in time to see it

 pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge."