eyes have seen the light

eyes have seen the light, charcoal, 2015 (original photographed and edited)

a once cited story
history
has declared to us
her story matters. now
!

Chicago Time

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well-lived.

Good morning…

Living poetry today. Bless you🧡🕊

does anybody really know what time it is? -Chicago

Thursday Doors – January 18, 2018

Norm 2.0 Thursday Doors

I am amazed at the number of door lovers!!! This infatuation reminds me when I was contemplating names for my first child. No one had named their child Emily in ages, and wanting a unique name along with a poetic significance, I declared my first born child to be Emily. And for ten years after, Emily was the #1 name in the United States. The name remains popular but not to the extent it was from 1990-2000.

These are pretty average doors. And a window. Right?

Perhaps. They mean a tremendous amount to me. They house numerous family stories. This room was once my daughter’s bedroom until she went to college, then moved to Boston, whereupon it became my writing room filled to the brim with my words, thoughts and ideas for future words and thoughts. And paints, fabrics, cameras, and color.

Now it is emptied of me and awaits a new history. I think I will leave a token of appreciation for the new residents… Maybe a new blogger will move in and share their space with us?

*The color of the walls is Sherwin Williams Anew Gray and the flooring is Spiced Oak. All brand new for a future family.

More than ordinary

all this blue-sits indoors-meaning to hide-the brighter doors…lift your eyes-another soul resides-smiles, says hi.

Norm’s Doors 2.0

the plight of poetry

Two important things that matter to me are poetry and future writers.

Evie @hideawayroom

Also I feel that being a teenager… Sometimes adults don’t think that we are mature enough to GET somethings. Sometimes adults think that are opinions and ideas are stupid or unreasonable just because we are younger then them. But what they don’t remember from their teenage years is that being a teenager is HARD. And yeah, we make mistakes, who doesn’t? But we still have opinions and thoughts in our brains that we need to let out. Blogging is such a good way to let it all out.

Evie is a recent follower of mine and I sincerely find it an honor that a teenager is interested and finds my blog engaging. She read a post of mine that resonated with her thoughts and life. The particular hopeful and tragic post she read was a heartfelt memory of my teenage years. Hopeful, being as old as I am, 49 for anyone who cares to know, of finding a snippet of peace, a peace that comes and goes, enough to carry me through. Tragic, because if someone resonates with the hurt encountered, I am saddened. Truly. So I share her thoughts above and encouraged she has found her voice.

As I follow her blog I know I will be fascinated. I am concerned some of my posts may not be appropriate for younger readers and hope I am a good example. God bless!

Grolier Poetry Bookshop

Now on to the future of poetry.  During a recent visit to Cambridge, MA, I dug up a small gem of a bookstore at 6 Plympton Street, only 440 sq ft of space, facing the possibility of closing their doors. I had to stop in and check out the solely shelved poetry shop. I found three books, Becoming a Poet: Elizabeth Bishop with Marianne Moore and Robert Lowell, David Kalstone, The Passion of Emily Dickinson, Judith Farr and Wild and Whirling Words: A poetic conversation; moderated by H.L. Hix. Can you imagine my excitement?  The proprietor is Professor Ifeanyi Menkiti, a Nigerian poet who teaches philosophy at Wellesly College.

While I browsed the shelves, I overheard the bookstore manager talking with a communications director at NPR, looking for publicity for their Go Fund Me page. I mentioned the conversation to her and asked for a link, explaining I would post on my humble blog. So here it is Grolier Legacy Fund  if you feel  inclined to contribute to the future of poetry in America.

I also stopped in Boston’s famed Brattle Book Store. I could not help myself and bought three more books, knowing I had to lug them home in my luggage and face scorn. I knew I would need to weed out 9 other books in my library to make space, since I have been told “No more bookshelves”, three of the most hateful words to a book lover. I know, brave.  (Although I admit I need to organize myself as I look at the whirlwind that hits my writing room daily.) I bought Dickinson: Strategies of limitation, Jane Donahue Eberwein; Marianne Moore: Selected Letters, Bonnie Costello, ed.; and unfortunately a duplicate of The Passion of Emily Dickinson, Judith Farr. That is a sure sign I am getting old.

9 West Street, downtown Boston

I love how they set their used sale books out in the open air and look at that mural.

Brattle Book Store street art

Happy reading and writing and enjoying life. I wish you all the best, always. J

 

 

America’s future

Courage does not look at the past to justify a hateful heart today. Vile and ugly thought spoken in the public arena is not conducive to bringing brotherly peace. What is needed? I believe inward introspection focused on changing individual hearts. We all should face the world confidently with a smile, being brave not in vengeance but in healing and love. Perhaps we need a Gandhi or Nelson Mandela running for office.

An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind.  — Gandhi

If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.  — Nelson Mandela

 

For me that means getting on my knees and praying for myself. Praying for those who hate me. Praying for a time of peace, knowing full well that may never be, but I will be satisfied I did my part.