I know, I know. At least, I know now.
I turned too soon and I’m on a dead end street. Dangme! I need to turn around and try the next street over.
The Rainstorm
The struggling artist spent a sleepless night trying to create a masterpiece. Finally, he fell on his knees and asked, “Lord, how can I create beauty?” Suddenly a clap of thunder shook the earth and the rain poured down. The Lord whispered, “This is how I create.”
Originally posted June 2, 2011
My Immortal Story
Songs are immortal. They slip in our lives without a beginning or end. Sometimes we attach memories to them and that dates them.
“My Immortal” came on the car radio.
I Made a Mistake
I made a mistake
I messed up big today.
Now sleep will not come while
my mind is stuck on replay.
Do What You Can Do
Come Let Us Go Up to the Mountain of the Lord
by Elaine S. Dalton
The night before I was sustained as the new Young Women president in the ward I watched the Young Women conference on television. My intent was to gather intel that would help me on this new adventure. I did not come away disappointed.
To a Very Special Mom
by Marilyn D. Lee
Ever since D and I have been married,
in my heart a message for you I’ve carried.
Now that Mother’s Day is coming around
I’ve decided it’s time to put some of it down.
I haven’t known you for very long as time goes,
but you are a good mother as everyone and Heaven knows.
How do I know these things are true?
Three wonderful children were guided by you.
D is the one that I’m thinking about –
he is the greatest man without a doubt.
You’ve taught him very well the things he should do.
As a husband and a father he is the very best.
His love, kindness and manliness have stood the test.
All these qualities and many others that he has
are all because of you, a very special lass.
I have always told him he is a very gentle man.
That’s because his mother is a very gentle woman.
At this time I’d like to say something long overdue
for raising such a special son I say thank you.
written for Mother’s Day 1973
© 2014 ck’s days
The View
The road below
I am surrounded by hills.
I used to go walking and there was a spot I’d visit.
It kept secrets well.
In fact, the ground was littered with shiny, broken secrets from other people. People who visited at night.
I always visited during the day.
“I want out of this town,” I confided to the sagebrush.
“My life will be much happier when I’m out,” I told the rocks.
“I hate my life here!” I’d yell down to the road.
“Life isn’t fair.” At that time, I indulged in the belief that life had to be fair in order to be good.
I-80 stretched out below me carrying bug-sized cars to different destinations. It disappeared around the bend in the east.
It was my hope that life didn’t end in town. Surely, there was more than what I could see.
When the time came, and the time was right, the road below would be my escape route.
The same road that got me out, brought me home again.
I visited my spot the other day. The cars hurried on their way below.
“I miss my mom,” I confided to the sagebrush.
“I want her back,” I told the rocks.
“I miss my mom and I want her back!” I yelled down to the road.
“It’s not fair,” I said as more of an indulgence than belief. I’ve learned life isn’t fair, but it can still be good. It’s how we handle the unfairness that determine our happiness.
The road below still disappears around the bend in the east. It reminds me there is more than this town.
When the time is right, and the time will come, I will follow a road out of town.
And return home.
Originally posted May 8, 2012
Draggin’ the Elephant
I’m not fit. I admit it. I used to at least walk five nights a week but I gave it up when I discovered my bad cholesterol never budged.
But I have excuses.
First, my legs are thislong. But there are other shorties out there walking and even part of the swisher crowd (what’s the swisher crowd? Check out a female jogger with her hair pulled back into a ponytail).
Second, my asthma makes me feel like… well, when I’m walking an elephant can’t exactly sit on my chest, now can it? It’s like an elephant blocks my way. No, that’s not right. That would just stop me cold. It’s more like I’m dragging and elephant behind me. There’s a lot of heavy breathing involved and I get lapped. A lot.
Third, ever since I spent my year on Paxil, I get vertigo. One might not have anything to do with another but I can’t even ride a bike anymore. And anytime I’m on uneven surfaces I have to slow down even more. So, basically snails lap me by this point.
Why am I bringing all this up?
Because I am going on a hike. With other people. Fit people.
I tried to get out of it but there was sound logic behind the invite.
To make a long story short, I need to know this area for next year. Yep, I’m the only hope. Yeah, that makes me nervous too. That never works out so well.
So, I am practicing. I went to the college yesterday and walked around the naturalistic track twice. Yes, I was lapped by the college track team, an acquaintance, and several older couples.
Today, my allergies have made me miserable. I just took some Benadryl. So this post might end abruptly.
Here are some pictures from my walk yesterday.
One of my favorite views of the older part of town. See my house? It’s there on the right 😉
