Poetry Friday - More Than A Lucky Penny!

                                                       SPECIAL NOTE! I work at the bookstore every Thursday afternoon, so I will not be here until about 7pm (mountain time). I hope all goes well, and will check the Inlinkz from time to time. 

           Welcome, welcome, to Poetry Friday, one week until spring, a Friday, the thirteenth! Are you prepared to face any superstitions? I remember one of my grandfathers, wise in many ways, was very attuned to his own. I know that if one finds a penny, it's good to keep it in your pocket for good luck. When I was young and there seemed to be lots of clover in our yards, my friends and I spent time looking for four-leafed clovers. And lately, the bookstore was painted and ladders were everywhere. Did I walk under any of them? NO! 

        On one Friday, the 13th a long time ago, I shared a poem of superstition if you'd like to read it! Find it here!

        I am not ignoring the terrible things happening in our world; they feel as if they're always on my mind. I'm rarely looking forward to the morning's news, but I don't look away, start there each morning, reluctant or not. And, I work to find one something I can do to help. From Ben Franklin, to have said "We must, indeed, all hang together or, most assuredly, we shall all hang separately.” at the signing of the Declaration of Independence, I take my inspiration. 

          This, however, is not about 'knocking on wood' to make things better. Whether they are our enemies or allies, someone is missing loved ones. 

the rain

like teardrops falling

from one cloudy sky

filled with angels 

 

Linda Baie ©

          

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April - Poetry Month - Day Six - A Weather Day

         It's April, Poetry Month, Day Six!

        The bookmark, on top of the picture above, came into the bookstore at the end of March. Often people do donate books and leave 'treasures' in them. This time, it became my own treasure and I knew what I would do for April's poetry, write about found treasures, perhaps find new places to look? Happy April!

Plus! Check each day for the added line to the Progressive Poem, created by Irene Latham, now hosted by Margaret Simon! The link is to the right!  

Yesterday was full of some sprinkles, sunshine, and so much wind! I couldn't help but marvel at the constant movement. I went walking anyway and took this picture, later saw that face. Can you see it, upper left?

cloud man brings

a wind-washed sky –

no stillness found ­

 

Linda Baie ©

SOLC # 1 of 31 - The Little Things

SOLC #1/31 - Beginnings of Another Adventure

      I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community for Day One of Thirty-One of my sixth Slice of Life Challenge in March.  Thank you Stacey, Tara, Anna, Betsy, Dana, Kathleen, Beth, and Deb. It is an enormous undertaking to manage this challenge along with work and family, too. I appreciate the time each one of you take to help make this month a success. There are some who have been writing with me all these years. I look forward to seeing them, and meeting some new slicers, too.

       Best wishes to everyone for writing each day, taking precious time to do something for yourself, to become a writer, or to continue the journey you've already begun. 

From Charles Dickens' Great Expectations: "It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade."

Stacey Shubitz shared a post some time ago that I wrote earlier this year considering the "ordinary". You can find it here. In it I questioned the aspect of our culture that seems to expect more than the ordinary, not accepting the ordinary. Yet, I feel that the ordinary is something to savor, something to appreciate, our daily lives continuing on with family and friends, indoors and out. I changed my header for this challenge, emphasizing the ordinary. To me, it IS the little things.

Celebrating Some Personal Things

              I'm celebrating each Saturday or Sunday with Ruth Ayres at Discover Play Build. 
            I love reading your celebrations, too. 

         Today: loving this quote on my desk: "Barn burnt. Now I can see the moon."

          I attended a potluck luncheon with my bookstore group last Sunday. It's the annual meeting to visit, and I enjoyed meeting many of the volunteers that mostly I'll only connect to through e-mail. I'm celebrating kindness and niceness today. The person who welcomed me and trained me, then has given much support since he is the one I'm replacing as the volunteer coordinator. During this transition with new learning, and a myriad of names that have no faces, a varied schedule, I have been so grateful for his timely, and humorous, answers. He's made the complexities navigable. Whew!          

6/31 A Recent Passion Keeps Me Watching For More

Thanks to everyone at Two Writing Teachers for the Slice of Life Challenge.

     Hope you are having a good week so far!

Since I've been writing for the Slice of Life these past years, and blogging in other ways, too, I find that I notice so many things. I see interesting shadows, and watch for animal tracks in the snow, listen for interesting sounds, watch for juicy words, and so on. One of the recent things I've been doing is watching the sky. When I drive to and from work the sky opens up and I can see in all directions. 

           When I'm looking, mostly I watch the west because that's where the mountains are, and interesting clouds appear that direction, something about the way the air slides down through the foothills. Often, the weather in the mountains is so different from ours here on the flat. 

Slice Number Seven - Loving Clouds

The March Slice of Life Challenge with Stacey and Ruth, such a pleasure at  

their blog, the Two Writing Teachers.  Come join us! 

      In Colorado, we have sunny days and blue skies 300 days a year.  When there is a cloudy day, we are not pleased.  We whine, complain, cry, grumble, moan, gripe and sometimes wail. 

       We ask when it will all disappear.  We say things like, “What has happened to the weather?”  or “Can you believe it’s been cloudy this morning?”  We wonder:  “Do you think the clouds will last long?”  We look out and say things like, “Come on Mr. Sun” make your usual appearance!”  and “Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, please Mr. Sun, please shine down on me.” 

      So, although I count myself as a Coloradoan, (I’ve lived here most of my adult life) I want to admit that I love clouds.  I love the names of them and the look of them.  How can one not adore these beautiful words:  cumulus, stratus, cirrus and nimbus?  I think we should have more of them.  How else can we teach our children how to find pictures in clouds if there are none? 

      A couple of days ago my husband and I were returning home.  What I saw ahead as I drove appeared to be the last of the mountain front that had offered clouds and a few flurries early that morning.  By afternoon the front had dissipated and had become an enormous cloud, consolidated and beautiful.  I took the photo from the front of my house. 

Weather Prediction for today:  Cloudy with Flurries!!