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Thursday, March 18, 2021

#PoetryFriday - Spring Dress Rehearsal

Welcome to the Spring Dress Rehearsal - Spring is Saturday!

Yes, waiting, waiting and then we really did have snow. The weather people were scrambling with the 'why' of the snow being so late. This picture is early Saturday. I wanted to show those sprouts to prove that spring is on its way. The BIG snow arrived overnight and all day Sunday!

Most everyone was talking about time this past week, what 'time' people first heard about Covid-19, what 'time' they decided that it was going to be a serious threat to our lives, what 'time' did they first have a friend with the virus, how long a 'time' did it take to actually see anyone, friends or family? Perhaps other important questions are "When will we stop talking about the virus?" and "When will it really be spring?" (Daylight Savings Time change also arrived this past week. I'm not sure anyone is asking about that.)

I have a little sign I bought long ago at a shop in Concord, Massachusetts after spending the day at Walden Pond with my students. It pleases me and perhaps it will please you, too, especially since March, 2020. Are you fishing in a Thoreau kind of way?

Welcome to Poetry Friday where words wait to entertain, educate, and blast you with emotion -- the big three E's!

Like Clockwork

Albeit time is but an abstract thought;

Seldom is the minute that can be bought.

We count it, and kill it, and watch it pass,

Then try to save it, and cannot, alas!

We turn it backward, and forward spring it,

Waste it, clock it, coordinate it.

Time heals, time marches, we yearn for more.

Though time lies heavy, there is a time for

everything. In the blink of an eye,

once in a blue moon, old rules do not apply.

Linda Baie ©

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Saturday, September 30, 2017

Celebrating Time Fishing

Celebrating with Ruth Ayres and others today. Come visit to see how wonderful it is to celebrate all the delights of the week!

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I discovered this quote by Henry David Thoreau when I visited his place and Walden Pond a long time ago with my students:

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in."

I'm celebrating time today, that sometimes-elusive thing we often wish more of. When I look back, however, I have fished quite a lot of wonder in these past days!

Time for:

Visiting my son, daughter-in-law, and grandson especially to be with them for Carter's marching band performance during the Friday Night Lights football game.

Time because of a flight delay to create a poem from pictures at the airport.

Celebrating Time

I'm celebrating each Saturday or Sunday with Ruth Ayres at Discover Play Build. Come join in to share your own special celebrations.

I wrote about the ordinary earlier this week, and wrote a poem about nothing yesterday. It feels as if I have immersed myself into moments of contemplation these days. It was a good week: time with my grand-girls, time observing and talking with that teacher-to-be, time exercising, time for phone calls from friends and family, and time at home-reading, writing, cleaning. The weather is lovely, and I love being able to be outside walking. I also read a little Thoreau, from a book of selections from his journals. His words, "Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in" fills me with delight. So today I celebrate TIME, just as Thoreau wrote, dipping into that stream and enjoying every minute.
Wishing you time to spend doing what you love, whatever that may be.