Do Not Weep for Me

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Do not weep for me

for I have experienced a lifetime of joy

the sounds of birthing

the squeals of jubilant voices.

Do not weep for me

for I have felt the vibrations of storms

and weathered through them with dignity.

I have witnessed the changing of seasons

and watched the children have children.

I have seen the fruits gathered and shared by many hands.

I have smelled the soups of wellness upon a cookstove,

freshly cut grass at my entrance,

and the rain both distant and near.

I have experienced these things and more.

Do not weep for me.

Weep for the forlorn.

 

via Forlorn

 

This Moment is for You

I just want to take a moment to thank you, all my blogging buds, for the time you have spent looking at my posts and for following me. For a writer, there is no greater compliment. (I know I ramble about all kinds of things)

I also thank you for your postings. They make me laugh, cry, think, learn, and fill me with inspiration. Looking forward to more!

—Carolyn D-W

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Praise for the Mountain

If I were a cow

I would roam beneath a mountain

and drink from a cool stream.

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If I were an Arrowleaf flower

I would grow on a mountain hillside

and smile proudly at the hikers passing by.

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If I were the remains of an old mining cable

I would stare at the mountains

and remember a time

when miners depended on my strength

to transport their coal.

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If I were a wooden bridge

I would keep walkers safe as they crossed

and as they stopped in my middle

to admire the the mountain stream view

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And if I were a mountain

I would look to the clouds and smile.

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When Mother Nature thumps you into awareness

Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I couldn’t talk. This morning, when I woke up, I still couldn’t talk. I mean, NOT AT ALL. Laryngitis is an interesting condition. Perhaps it is nature’s way of telling you to listen, to be still, to be contemplative.

I counted my blessings.

But damnit, I wanted to add to the lunch conversation! I had things to contribute, information to share!

“Ha Ha,” the Universe laughed.

“Holler if you need anything,” a friend laughed.

“Now she can’t yell at me,” my husband said, laughing in the phone with my doctor.

My mini Aussie cocked his head at my silence, but could still read my body language as I could still read his. “Ball time! Ball time! Ball time!”

I counted my blessings.

This evening, I count my blessings. Not because I can now croak out a couple of words in a lengthy sentence.

I count my blessings because they are there. Silence did not destroy even one.

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Be still and silent when you can.

Otherwise, Mother Nature will make you.

She’s clever like that.

-Carolyn