It hurts to miss
on sad-eyed days it's
I have an aching sob trapped up
my belly and my aging, ragged eyes...
I find myself wanting
Today I am missing
my grown up (for the most part) dear children.
Where are they, my babies?
My dear 'first born' chief of a boy
with endless satire and wit
(he needed me-I needed him, too...)
and my dear second born sweet girl with beauty
I never thought was possible to find
in this day
in this life
She is smart
and so discerning
She is still a wonder to me
now turned 21
The years rolled by
I walked through the days
of the Marvelous
to my sweet bright beautiful and fearless
They were bounding through life.
My 'constant companions...' (as I lovingly named them)
side by my side.
And we had our strong 'Dada-'
the Dad-man of the house;
a man whose soul
is so immense that it fills the planet
with peace, hope,
We were immensely lucky in this regard.
I spent my days watching them grow.
And we daily 'dreamed up' things we could do....
(We had our fun!)
We walked on the beach
We read our stories
We stared at animals
We played with so many toys of so many different colors.
I served them by driving them some and sitting with them
and tending to their many needs...
these were all (in their own way) indescribably precious times
stacked up to complete
the person I was
I was becoming
they were becoming
The young man
and woman on the verge
have grown up now
for the most part
and they don't need me like they used to
and now (just)
One is away
away a lot (but)
she is here.
I stare at bright photos that perch themselves on a shadowy brown desk
and try to find some meaning
in the other things
in my duties
I know this may sound teary
even bleak and dreary
but I have my moments in which I long for that which has passed me
that were filled with love and flavor
are not unlike the mountain vapor
bound to rise
over the next mountain ridge
You must grab hold
grab hold tight
and squeeze it good
Slick the liquid gold that finds you
back and forth between your finger tips
as if to understand
and to dismantle each element
that presents itself to you
Be ever so careful
to break apart the chunks
and grab all of the nuggets.
Do not rush nor scurry
take your time
and do be careful
to see it all.
See it all and see it well.
Upon contemplating the concept of hygge, and ferreting out how it
*might* apply here, I have come up with some (native) Milwaukee hygge-isms, if
I have given it a lot...of thought.
Here is my indigenous list:
1. Milygge, pronounced 'Mil-uu-gah' or 'Mil-ew-ga' is what we
Milwaukeens conjure up to generate our cocoon-like feelings of safety and
well-being while in our car (in which we spend a lot of time.) It looks something
Driving down the interstate in my salt-stained car whilst
contemplating the Packers and...sunshine. (Wait, aren't they the same thing?)
2. We Milwaukeeans readily practice Cheeygge, pronounced
'Chee-uu-gah' or 'Chee-ew-ga' to sustain
us and bring enlightenment during the long, long winter months. This involves
consuming voluminous portions of all types of cheese (good cheese; Weyauwega
cheese, Union Star cheese, Cady Creek cheese, All Star cheese, Shullsburg
Creamery cheese, to name but a few) by candlelight, near the telly (most likely
with the Packers or the Packers pre-game on) while donning our (most likely)
green and gold knit stockings. (Here is a more exhaustive list of our cheese.)
3. This next one, we have down. I mean...for real. We do this any
time and basically, well...almost anywhere. Yes, we regularly practice
Brewygge, or 'Brew-uu-gah' or 'Brew-ew-ga'
throughout the long, looong period of winter darkness. We usually
combine Brewygge with sausages, fine mustard, and buns.
Cabin tucked deep in the Appalachians in the winter; photo by KAnniePowell
O.K...so let's hygge.
The Danish art of 'Hygge' is all the rage in circles of those
convivial souls trying to cultivate a (home) life that nourishes the soul. In
fact, I ordered a book about it. :)
Here is a blurb that might (?) be helpful from wikipedia on the
subject. (I had to correct their misspelled words. Does anybody else ever
notice that?) :)
"Hygge is a Norwegian word with a
unique definition (although very similar to the Dutch word Gezelligheid).
"Hygge" as a noun includes a feeling, a social atmosphere, and an
action. The word is also used in compositions as "Julehygge"
(Christmas-hygge). "Hygge" is also a verb e.g. "Let's
hygge" and as an adjective e.g. "A small, hyggeligt house with grass
on the roof".
The noun "Hygge" includes
something nice, cozy, safe and known, referring to a psychological state.
"Hygge" is a state where all psychological needs are in balance. The
antonym of hygge is uhyggelig, which translates as 'scary'."
Collins English Dictionary defines the
word as "a concept, originating in Denmark, of creating cozy and convivial
atmospheres that promote well-being'." (Source for all above along with
additional references: Wikipedia; here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hygge)
In case you are wondering, 'hygge' is pronounced with the French
'u' nasal sound in the middle and phonetically a bit like this as follows.
(There is a LOT of debate about the phonetic pronunciation!)
Ha ha! :)
Phonetically: 'Hygge' or 'Hu-gah' or 'Hew–ga.' (But get the
French 'u' sound in there!)
Let's take a break and above is a bit of 'hygge' for you. Meditate