Pens and Wanderings

photo: https://pkmizen.wordpress.com/2020/06/14/how-are-your-roots/ An interview/discussion I listened to today on Instagram got me thinking. Even though this is not new information, I found it fascinating to hear the guest speaker explain how all trees grow in two directions and how this can be applied to every one of us.  I am not as articulate as he is and know my explanation won’t be as profound, but I still would like to share my thoughts.  The speaker explained that trees grow roots downwards and then extend upwards to reveal a trunk, branches, and leaves.  He continued and shared how the roots thrive in a dark, damp environment, and work pretty hard to ensure there is enough nourishment for the upper section - the part that flourishes in bright sunlight and looks beautiful for all to see.  He then shared something I had never thought of before - both the plant beneath the soil and the plant above the soil are very similar and share a striking resemblance. There is a main root, f

How much do we give of ourselves to others?  How far do we go to embrace our differences and accommodate each other? How often do we extend a helping hand? Or show love, kindness, compassion, understanding, Empathy, patience, forgiveness? This weekend invites reflection, an inner journey,   To navigate, reflect, and discover even more ways  To be a better me.

I Still Think I Can Dance In my mind I am Coordinated and up-to-date Hands raised, hips twirling, Rocking rhythmically to any beat I can see myself  Descend slowly Showing how agile I am I picture heads turning  When I step on the dance floor I really thought I had great dance moves But again today…. With my favorite song blaring I walk to the dance floor And….. Had to check if my feet were tied together Why my arms were moving in the wrong direction Why my waist was moving only in my mind Why I was totally out of synch  And why oh why, was I Unable to descend Without my knees screaming out in pain I just had to laugh This is old age I tell myself But it's okay In my mind, I am still a great dancer And that is fine by me!

My post today is about getting ready for Palm Sunday and way past its date for posting. It's never too late though, is it?   This week I plan to dig into my memory and bring up events that remind me of all the fun things we did during the week leading to Easter Sunday I was born on Palm Sunday,. My mom told me I was born early in the morning when the church bells were ringing. It does make me feel a wee bit special, and as a child, I have very fond memories of the entire Easter week. The special celebrations were not only held at home with my parents and siblings, but also with my classmates in elementary school, and my Sunday school class at church. Our preparations for Palm Sunday always started the day before. My parents, siblings, and I would spend Saturday searching for the palm fronds and pretty flowers, the essentials we would need to craft and decorate our palm branches for the Hosanna walk at church on Sunday. Once we found these items, we would all sit outside on the vera

I found Rich Tea biscuits whilst out shopping today I picked it up and read the label It was clear,  McVities Rich Tea Biscuits Is this for real? I could taste the crunchy, sweet bits in my mouth What it would be like with a cup of tea or better still Coffee for me I began to load my basket I took two, then three, then made it six packs And that's when I remembered You are on a diet Oh, oh, that diet that I've been on since.... High school, College, Through motherhood, Till now? The one that I can never stick to? You must know what's coming.... I continued shopping with my stash of biscuits Who wants to be on a diet? Forget it My biscuits matter more!

Writer's block is what I've got today, And can't seem to work out what to write about. So I decide to just pick up my laptop,  just to see where my fingers and the keyboard take me. I set the timer and give myself just three minutes (or maybe more), to write 'fast and furiously' like I do with my kids in school. I choose my topic - Fireflies, So - let's get ready, GO. As a child One thing that lingered in my mind Were the fireflies we captured in jars, Fascinated by their radiant glow. Wondering why they wouldn't keep shining, Why they kept losing their sparkle, and seemed to die right before our eyes. "Why did their light fade?" We would ask. Now as an adult, Surely we know, Our 'firefly lights' shine brightest, when we are in the right place, In our 'out-of-jar' space, Surrounded by the right people. Fully at ease and happy within. That place that sets us free to embrace, Appreciate and enjoy the love all around. So let's stri