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Start with One

Start with One.

One deep breath.

One walk.

One brussel sprout.

One honest, yet much-needed talk.

One clean glass of water.

One bottle unbought.

One more minute to get there.

One more peaceful thought.

One smoothie.

One smile.

One true need.

One pile.

One donation.

One cause.

One beat before leaving.

One pause.

One trip to the park.

One page.

One overdue goodbye.

One wave.

One bag of recycling.

One hug.

One act done in kindness.

One reusable coffee mug.

One sunrise alone.

One sunset with friends.

One meal without phones.

One firm boundary set.

One more of this.

One less of that.

One time let it go.

One time don’t react.

One trigger unfollowed.

One debt repaid.

One try again tomorrow for

One start begun today.

JAD 12.30.19

Render Joy

rend·er  /rendər/  verb

  1. provide or give (a service, help, etc.)
  2. cause to be or become; make
  3. furnish for consideration
  4. transmit to a clearer form

If you are happy and I am happy – that makes two.
If I am also happy for you, and you are also happy for me – that’s four.

Why just add to the joy of the season when we can plainly multiply it?

Shared Routes

Render a plot of life unique

No other trek will do.

Judge others not

What they begot

Admeasure all paths as true.

Peace on Earth.

Same World

Same World

Dividing lines are forming fast.

The rift remains the same:

A  crooked, selfish, hellish blaze

Where hatred fans the flames.

Water, peace, and Mother Earth

Were challenged then and now.

What needs to change

Is scope and range

Till tolerance abounds.

May native lands grow calm again.

May the water run free and pure.

May individual freedom reign, 

And humanity endure.

We are one.

Peace, love, and hope…

Daily Duties and Daily Bread

The best things in life are nearest ones: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life. 

-Robert Louis Stevenson

Today I give thanks for the path of right before me.

Abraham was examined by three doctors and four nurses; poked twice (port access, blood draw, and a shot); tested for three hours on his cognitive, emotional, and general processing skills; scanned; surveyed; high-fived and hugged warmly. 

Our daily duties are done.

We have given thanks. 

Sunlight is shining down on us as we head south on Lake Shore Drive.

And, our breath can expand a little deeper as the well-being of our precious boy, according to his dear army of a medical team, remains stable on all fronts.

Today, we feel richer than kings.

Peace and thanks…

Go September Gold


As September comes to a close, I’m sure many are feeling a sense of relief due to the harsh content childhood cancer awareness month represents. I’m actually relieved a bit, too because I’ve tried to share on a variety of platforms and very, very few have liked, shared, or followed.

I get it. I remember in my twenties quickly changing the channel on emaciated children because it was much too depressing. But in my forties, my child was diagnosed with cancer, and I couldn’t switch away anymore.

I believe there are positive avenues that could form when awareness initiates prescription drug reform and research funding. But that can’t happen if people are curious at best when it comes to others in need.

I am all about focusing on the good in this world, but I was given imagination and peripheral vision so I could stay aware of sad or scary surroundings even when I’m focused on finding my own peace.


Hope…

Take it Now

“Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.” – Robert Frost

In writing, I feel less can definitely be more. But for now, I’m not counting words. Whether you appreciate lyrical style or not, the ability to grab a big idea and hand it over in simple pieces is gold.

One basic caution that must be raised before self discovery can happen is that seizing today by the throat while disregarding the future comes at a cost. The choices we make, or don’t make, affect our tomorrow’s. That is why we cannot wait until the “right time” to work on ourselves. Some won’t be here tomorrow, and they will lose the option to care for themselves and love those around them a little while more.

I’m all about hope, but we can’t simply hope to feel better; we must do the work. Sometimes, we think it’s smart to wait out a life storm until the wind stops or the clouds clear. Unfortunately, there’s no hard guarantee they ever will. It’s smarter to push through the darkness rather than sit in the rain and wonder why we are still getting wet.

My parents are deceased. My sister said to me today that Mom and Dad would be proud of me this week, and that Dad would have forced me to use some of his original poetry in my blog. Smiling at how right she was, I composed these lines in his memory:

THE WELLNESS SEASON

I placed my hope at season’s end

early in the spring.

When winter fell I realized

hope was lost again.

If all the seasons

Were as one

Perhaps then hope could spring

In frozen hearts and barren parts

Of our identities.