Yesterday

April sky

Yesterday the sky was blue
And clouds gathered
Running away from wind
But not for long, for the sun
Arrived smiling bright
Calling everyone outside;
I walked on the frozen lake
To test my faith.

special note: If you were expecting a prose piece today, as I usually publish one every first Sunday of the month, I apologize.

I want to plant compassion, this spring. But this proves to be more difficult than I thought. That is, I’ve written numerous drafts on choosing compassion, even managed to schedule one, only to edit it later and eventually giving up on the whole thing. It remains a work in progress.

In the meantime, I give you this poem. It’s a description of the weather (beautiful and cold) here, at this time of the year. The featured image, which I took during my day hike yesterday, inspired the poem.

Wishing you a lovely and bright Sunday!

Sweet is Spring!

Spring is really sweet after a long and trying winter. This past Sunday, I was resting on a bench by the lake and soaking up the warmth of the sun when the magpie (pictured above) flew in. It perched itself right in front of me.

If you are superstitious, you might be saying: “Oh, a lone magpie! Sign of bad luck.” But not me. These birds can be silent companions. And this one obviously thought I needed a companion, as it tried to impress me with its acrobatic stunts.

Sweet is spring after long winter.

Anyway, I don’t know what is it that I’ll be planting this spring. Perhaps, listening to life and trusting that whatever it is I’m supposed to sow will reveal itself is what I do should. How about you? What are you planting (literally and metaphorically) this season?

Wishing you a restful Sunday & Happy Spring!

On Loving Myself Just As I Am

To me, being old and beautiful are not mutually exclusive, regardless of the modern society’s unrealistic standards of beauty.

Loving myself just as I am.

My essay, I. Am. Beautiful., won a third place for the 2022 Body-Positivity Essay Contest. You can read it at Navigating the Change.

Once again, thank you Kathy Garland and Keisha D. Edwards at The Real Peri Meno for this encouragement to tell my stories.

On days I’m tempted to complain about weight gain, I remind myself that an elephant trunk weighs far more than I do. Yet an elephant is comfortable in its own skin. How’s that for some perspective! Mind you, there are days I still complain, because I refuse to buy new clothes.