A Gift in Words for Friends

I met a friend in a photo, dear,
She didn’t know I was a friend.
I walked in her woods, saw her build smiles
From smiles over hill and dale. She held a bridge
Out to me when I was drowning.
I will build a bridge for her
To travel to and fro where the leaves
Still stand red in amazement,
Where a giant crawls from the Earth
In a great awakening.
The business men who fail to look up
Or down or around while they text,
Should look behind. For great art gives
A great gift and beauty is planted
As the winds grow cold, and winter comes.
I’ll share a moon with you to brighten your way,
Perhaps a rainbow to connect the world again
Where peace is a flower, a snowflake, a smile.

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Autumn on the Danube
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The River Danube
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Fall along the Danube
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Wine Country, Germany

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Norma’s Birds

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The Fear

As all of us who believe that every life matters and that LGBT lives, Black lives, and native lives have been undervalued by the conservative party. Women are undervalued. Those of us with auto immune diseases are considered disposable, lazy, unworthy. We fought for this country, served this country, taught the children of this country and tried to give hope as a right instead of an accident. I’m broken, but I’m with you all here in a dark night.

An Open Letter to America

This says so well what I need to say. The stress of the election sent me to the hospital where I am now, not because I am a whiner or weakling, but because I suffer from MS. Stress is a killer. The brain decides to attack itself and it’s not something that you can turn on or off. I worry about medical care for those who need. No one can say what will happen now but with no real checks and balances available with all three branches in the same hands, the prognosis is not good.

I have always been a patriot to the US and won’t run away now. I served in the US Army, overcame discrimination because I’m a woman, taught in the public schools, transitioned to Private schools for two years to learn first hand the differences in expectations and transitioned back into public school teaching. Yeah, and I but US made trade goods, cars, etc.

MS stole my career. It stole all of our savings, leaving me with no pension. I paid into Social Security and Medicare and don’t regret that expense. I never thought I would need to use it. We live on my husband’s salary and disability. I gave up $55,000 dollars a year in 2004 for $16,000 dollars a year. Like all people on Medicare, I pay for that insurance. There is a quick fix that will keep that system operational, and I hope it is realized. If we all contributed taxes to it up to $200,000 dollars a year, it would be flush and able to help all of us.

I believe in inclusion because we do live in the same areas, have the same families, and are dealing with similar situations.

I believe in freedom of religion and speech. I don’t believe in hate speech. I don’t believe seditious speech should be allowed.

I believe in respect and am disappointed that our current president who doesn’t have so much as a speeding ticket isn’t accorded the respect of the office. I believe your skin color means less than you think as our DNA is showing with the ability to see racial tendencies from different places in the world.

I believe that knowledge is a good thing, and if you are willing to accept that your values may be different and good for you, but not for others, we’ll all get along better. I believe in Science and that we are just at the beginning of understanding illnesses, nutrition, development of human behaviors, and so much more.

I don’t believe that religion belongs in our government. Many of the loudest supporters of religion in government have not studied the US Constitution or have taken Civics. You can worship as you believe, but please don’t try to enforce it elsewhere. We’re great being a people of diversity, even if a climate of fear has been created by certain parties.

Chris is dead…

Those were the first words that I heard this weekend. My husband arrived from work at 6:30 in the morning and the first words to leave his lips were “Chris is dead…” The deep breath that followed held years of sorrow at the world. The second set of words floored me. “They sat at the Hooters and said they missed him as they downed beer and toasted him.”

My husband met Chris at UPS and both were drivers. They started at the same time, drove trucks, and Chris was a newly wed. His wife was beautiful. But where there was so m Iuch potential, there was a dark secret that would destroy his life. We didn’t understand how Chris could let his lovely wife go, but go she did with the alcohol chasing her out the door. Chris hid the booze, or tried too. My husband saw all of the symptoms and tried to give support, but Chris drifted away.

It was the alcohol that killed him. They say that only thirty percent of alcoholics find their way to sobriety. A lot of them lose their families, friends, jobs, careers and end up in trouble of some sort with the law. Chris hid his by hanging out with a crowd who spent all of their off hours drinking together.

Sadly, Chris was in his mid-forties, looked older than my husband does at 58, and at the end, alone. If you have a friend with a drinking problem, please, don’t buy them a drink. Encourage them to get help. Chris could have gotten help through the programs at UPS, but somehow, he never did. If you have a problem with alcohol, there is hope. Find an AA meeting, go through an Employee Assistance Program, use your insurance, but please, it is a matter of life or death.

Battle of the Blah!

The blahs have come home to roost.
Laundry blahs, the distant cousins of vacuum blahs,
Bed blahs related to cooking blahs,
Politic blahs hiding under the bed,
Biting and fighting all the other blahs
Leading to loud voices, slamming doors,
and colorless blahs.
Thank god for shower blahs and the
Cascading predictability of water which is
Not related to the blahs by
any marriage or
reason.
Blah.

The Race

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 44

Leaving Galveston on 9/11, we had an escort of US Coastguard. The Jo Kiri had an escort of dolphins. I thought at first they were trying to get out of the way, but no, they jumped, leapt, fell, splashed and returned. This went on until the Jo Kiri was out of sight.

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The Wave

Photo Prompt: Sunset Gold

The photo that the prompt is written on can be found at the link below:

Thursday photo prompt – Anomaly #writephoto

At dusk, everything is golden. The sun stretches, reaches long fingers to the land. One last caress to her children, one last kiss. Out there in the distance, they normally turned their heads away, as children do. It’s all part of the cycle of growing up. She never resented that. Tonight, though, she heard a sound, a coo perhaps of happiness, and turning saw a reflection of her own love reflected back at her. This was special, something she would see after a storm in the middle of the day. Musical notes added to the coo, until at last all of the sun’s errant children sang to her glory. Smiling at the rainbow, she clucked her tongue and tucked them into bed. Her sister the moon would protect them tonight.

You Dared Me, I’m Back

An old dare, newly done.

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joggle
cohesion
rectify
indolent
ascertain
enthrall
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Bewildered to see me again? But why,

When you joggled the cage door yourself?

When you said that you would rectify

The differences between that television series,

That horror movie of our romance?

It took a bit of uncanny guessing,

Of peanut cohesion, of failed illicit dieting,

Of indolent chocolates on lazy tongues.

You enthrall me with your hidden steps

Around the scales of life. But,

I found you again, and ascertained

That you had grown again, with me, as

Now about your hips which I squeeze,

I encircle you, my dear, have a slice.

For you’ll not forget me again.

 

Yes, yes, yes, you must guess who I am, old friend.