Wisdom for today.

“These are the few ways we can practice humility:

To speak as little as possible of one's self.

To mind one's own business.

Not to want to manage other people's affairs.

To avoid curiosity.

To accept contradictions and correction cheerfully.

To pass over the mistakes of others.

To accept insults and injuries.

To accept being slighted, forgotten and disliked.

To be kind and gentle even under provocation.

Never to stand on one's dignity.

To choose always the hardest.”

***

"Do not wait for leaders; do it alone, person to person."

***

― Mother Teresa

Peach Flame

Number 4 Barbie.

(1961)

"Peach Flame."

Ridiculously good

food.

Voila! Stuffed green peppers.

:)

For the love of dolls.

Find me here: Futzing with dollies today.

Summertime Beauty

Front yard hollyhocks have bees in a tizzy. 

Dusted with pollen, they go back for more.

Look out! Don't get in their way!

:)

Lakhi is ready.

"The cows will all lay down."

:)

OMG

too good...

w-a-a-a-y too good.

:) 

Summertime Blues

Refinishing projects completed. 

Summer is a great time to complete that which you have been thinking...of doing!

:-)

Here's mine...!

Judy Garland - The Man That Got Away (A Star Is Born, 1954)

Heaven.

(live link above)  :-)

Late for the 4th but for our nation....

Journeying Well    

  

Mountain beyond mountain-

all places we must go

Mountain beyond the one I'm climbing

preparing me, you know…

Mountain after mountain

each journey worth the climb

Mountain peak and mountain view

each one special, each one new

Horizon after horizon-

all calling me to push

venturing beyond what is safe

with limit after limit breached

and all upon this dusty foot…

Sunset after sunset

with color that never pales

Until I reach my resting place

pressing, I will prevail.

Mountain after mountain peak

and singing all the way

What I see from the valley fair

is calling out to me.

Mountains, limitless mountains

all standing in a row

Like soldiers they remind me of

places I have yet to go.

Glory upon glory

and wonders all around

I stand and gaze on mountain peaks

for this is hallowed ground.

Mountain after mountain peak

and pressing all the way

with story upon story to tell

I must be leaving-on my way.

Fair mountain you are a friend to me

I tuck you near my heart

Calling out to travelers everywhere

to up and run, to leave...depart!

Shake off the dust of yesteryear

And breath in something new

Fair mountain with one hid behind

is calling out to you...

So pack then, lightly friend-

brave travelers alike

And we will feast on mountain airs

on this, our lofty hike.

Soldier on, yes soldier on

and we will greet the day

Standing where our ancestry stood

stalwart, come what may.

Mountain fair, O Mountain friend

to you we rise and sing

all gathered 'round

as children clad

receive this-our offering.

Mountain looming, mountain next

to you we must away

and stand where our tomorrow shines

brighter than our yesterday.

Fair mountain on horizon, towering

you beckon to me and call...

I will conquer and upon you stand

for you are fairest of them all!

Arise, O slumbering nations!

and enter into rest...

Banishing strife and your warring cease

to receive this-our Maker's very best...

For we each are gentle warriors

on this, our Earthly home;

each precious day a gift on display

to unwrap, to discover and to humbly hold.

And treat this one time journey

just like a loving child...

held so sweetly to your breast

never left soiled, tired--undressed

And with a lightness in your step

run free, run brave, and run wild. 

© K. Annie Powell

Liquid Gold

It hurts to miss
my babies
on sad-eyed days it's
as if
I have an aching sob trapped up
in between
my belly and my 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
pretty
and so discerning
She is still a wonder to me
This woman-girl
now turned 21

The years rolled by
I walked through the days
as Mother
of the Marvelous
to my sweet bright beautiful and fearless
children.
They were bounding through life.
My 'constant companions...' (as I lovingly named them)
were mostly
side by my side.
And we had our  strong 'Dada-'
the man of the house;
a man whose soul
is so immense that it fills the big planet
with peace, hope,
joy
and with love.
We were 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

Played with our food
Oh the years of plastic animals! 

Horses, cows, and dogs standing solemn 

in a line

all about the living room floor. 

Those friends!

Legos shaped projects

Star Wars

in buckets and piles

assembled to stand

as a tribute...

All the many projects

in preparation

for the great unknown

that waits ahead.

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
we became
we saw
we went

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
at 26
and now (just)
21...

One is away-
while
the other
is
away a lot 

but she is here?

Our times-
our seasons
that were filled with love and flavor
are not unlike the misty mountain vapor
that is
bound to rise
and reassemble
over the next mountain ridge.



© Karen Powell

A Thousand Small Jobs...

So much of my time
is 'frittered away...'

with a thousand
small jobs...

Load and unload.
Refill the soap containers.
Refill the salt.
Wipe the floor.
Shut the door.

Let the dog in.
Refill my phone.
Trim my nails then
wash my hair...
Wash (and re-wash) my clothes...
Give the cats water.
Feed the lizard, Wrastle
and sift through his sand...

Then, the god-awful
cat pan.

:-O

Spring Birds that sing. :)

This Poem

I don’t want this poem crafted

with stanzas

or to end with a shocking ‘surprise’

Most certainly I do not want this poem to gob-smack

you right in between your eyes

I want this poem to be like a muzzle that sneaks up behind for a little cuddle

I want this poem to be soft, feathery, and brown

I want this poem to grow right from the ground

I want this poem to be lighter than air

I want this poem to float everywhere

I want this poem to sing a sweet little song

I want this poem to just happen along

I want this poem to vanish as you turn your head

I want this poem to greet you as you rise up from your bed

I want this poem to fly fly away

and to come back at the end of the day

I want this poem to give you a thrill

I want this poem to meet you over there on the hill

and if you're in doubt the same time next year

I want this poem to reappear.

© Karen Ann Powell

lg
:)

Happy

Easter!

lg

:)

'Yourself.' :)

Tender spring flower in Boone, NC (as a consolation for those of us longing...for spring.) :)

The only person who can help 'yourself' have a life full of meaning, is 'yourself.'

Some spring blooms in Wisconsin (last year.) 

lg

:-)