Storms

 

Dear Blog Readers,

Today is a sunny day. I am thankful for that. It has been a rainy Spring with teasing days of warmth. The return of cold temperature and grey days has dampened my soul the way the rain has dampened the paths I walk along. And, today is sunny. This week, Sharon Miller writes about memories and love and the things that remind us of what and who we have loved – the search for patterns in the world we know. It made me think about this rainy cold Spring and the memories I hold onto to get me to the warmer days of Summer. The ticket stub from lawn seats at an Indigo Girls concert, the waves-smoothed colourful glass pieces in a jar collected from childhood beach days, the folded letters in my underwear drawer written by lovers from Summers past. We all have storms in our lives. We have pieces of memories that haunt, hurt, scar, stab our hearts and bring back storm clouds in our minds. And we have bits and pieces of the good times, no matter how rare they have been. Those bits and pieces remind me that I can create joy in my life. I can make the happy memories by seeking out the happiness I so deserve by virtue of my existence. I hope that you can find pieces of joy because, as Sharon wrote in her piece below, “What is known as love, what can become the heart’s food stored away for some future famine, love remains a jewel in the hand, guarded.”

Take care of yourself, and remember to nourish your body, mind, and spirit,

Your moderator,

Kira

 

 

 

We have encountered storms

Perfect in every drop that fell

Each of us bears an ornament of memory

A ring, a notebook, a ticket torn, scar

It is how human’s know their kind –

What is known as love, what can become

the heart’s food stored away for some future

famine

Love remains a jewel in the hand, guarded,

Shared fragments of earth & air the drift and despair.

We ponder what patterns matter other than moons and

tides:

musical beats – rumba, or waltz, or cha cha cha

cosmic waves like batons furiously twirling

colours proclaiming sparkle of darkness

as those we love begin to delight

in the stars embracing

– words and photo by Sharon Miller