photo by Marie Lukasik Wallace – all rights reserved 2016
Daisies photo by Marie Lukasik Wallace – All rights reserved 2016
My Lovelies
Sunflowers and Daisies
By Marie Lukasik Wallace
Heart centered lovelies
Lovely arms flung open wide
Open to give to their tippy tips
Open to receive deeply
Being and flinging
Joy
Ahhh…we have so much to learn from these lovelies.
We have a Poets for Peace project going, and this poem is from a friend of mine, Gloria Escobedo Delgado. Enjoy.
The wonder of it all
Upon arrival we walk to our favorite spot
As we have done so many times before
The sun with all its glory soon fades away
In its place black clouds come creeping in.
As if on a mission they’ve blown in overhead quietly and unnoticed
Instantly the sky is covered in night
In the distance shadows and sprinkles of twinkling lights
Stars, above all around then one by itself strong and bright
Some in formation as if at attention
Others – hundreds, the likeness of many loose diamonds
Delicately shimmering so very distant – lifetimes away
Before me is water as far as the eye can see
An ocean so vast so big so proud with its mighty waves
The water seems to go on forever
until into the bottom of the sky it respectfully tucks in its skirts
Choppy waves clap and flap then away they rush again
It is a windy night
The smell of salt water in the air
Out goes the shrimp clinging tightly to the hook
Destined for the perfect catch
Hello Mr. Sand trout
A golden beauty up late!
The seagull flutters by laughing dipping but not finding
He wont give up though
He knows all too well that soon he’ll get his.
Upon a happenstance I look up
What is it moving so quickly barely catching my eye
Oh wow a shooting star!
Look, darling! A shooting star!
O wait- its gone
how quickly it vanished almost as a vapor.
Then I ponder on all this beauty.
And think of the whole world of beautiful places I’ve yet to see
Alas many lifetimes could not suffice!
Looking around busied bodies about their business
Can it be true no one stops to take in the beauty
Then I wonder if per chance a person might say
That all these elements just happened per chance
Burning embers landing somewhere through flight?
In no way could one thus say!
Wait!!! Look up, look around for the very things of this earth
They testify of a Creator.
Alas, alas to no avail
No one cares to seek, to find, to know
So much beauty in life and still the word resounds in my head
The fool has said in his heart there is no God.
Awake to life, get to know the Creator, enjoy His creation
and the wonder of it all.
Rockabye baby
When the wind blows
It brings messages of hate
Don’t listen my baby; don’t listen
Rockabye baby
When the wind blows
it touches with dark shadows
Don’t touch my baby; don’t touch
Rockabye baby
When the wind blows
It brings the taste of innocent blood spilled
Don’t taste my baby; don’t taste
Rockabye baby
When the wind blows
It brings the sight of
Flags waving at half mast
Acknowledge, but don’t linger your gaze my baby; don’t linger.
Please don’t hold on to any of these messages
Because the real world isn’t really all this negativity and darkness.
The real world, my baby, is so much more
Than the feedback from the news or the people enamored with it.
When the bough breaks
It is you my baby who will make
The difference
It is you who can change it.
Bring your sweetness
Bring your joy
Bring your positivity
And radiate your messages
Of love and hope
Out into the world.
Be you my baby
Be you
As a mom and a new grandmother, peace is heavy on my mind. I KNOW words matter, and how we respond to negativity matters. I choose peace.
Neha at Forgotten Meadows and Michael at The Poetry Channel have put together a Poets for Peace project collaborating poets around the world. Please add you voice!
I had a terrible nightmare about snakes. They were writhing in and out of my space. Honestly, they weren’t very big at all. But their presence in MY space was unwelcomed and evil, especially since it was dark, and one of them was poised ready to strike.
Honestly, I don’t remember much else about the dream except that my husband had to shake me awake. When i told him what my dream was about, he said, “Well, hop up on your unicorn and ride on out of there!” Suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything else except the unicorn, which was a grand thing because no longer was this evil presence able to hold on to me, and I was able to get back to sleep much easier.
Then, as I contemplated my day yesterday, and a few things got tougher than usual, i thought back to the unicorn scenario. What if I took this approach to difficult situations? I know life comes in cycles, highs and lows, and there will be snakes in my life. What if I redirect my thinking, reframe the situation, and think of something different which is not as scary, or creepy, or tough?
Moral of the story: When life gets tough,..hop up on your unicorn and ride on out of there!
ENJOY your day!
One of the most moving portions of my trip was engaging with the people of India. When they look into your eyes, they see your soul. They don’t glance away. They look deeper. There is a genuine desire to “know” you and honor the divine in you, thus where the word Namaste comes from.
As part of SHEROES United, I got the privilege to go into the Himalayas and bring Humanitarian relief. But honestly, visiting them, I got humanitarian relief. Relief that there are still such genuine, kind, loving people in the world. These are people who are gracious and grateful for the smallest of blessings.
After we spent time with the children (a beautiful earlier post), we received the beautiful blessing of meeting the moms of the kids, plus other women who had heard of our arrival.
Our wonderful Drum Goddess, Katie Jo, pulled out her drums and then we were off to an adventure of bringing the beauty of sound to the village women. One woman would strike the drum with a small stroke, and Katie Jo would encourage them to strike it hard. The sound then filled the room and soon the dancing broke out, and we saw the women’s hearts soar with the beats. What a wonderful sight to see these women laughing and dancing with so much joy. We gave the drum to the grandmother who really encouraged all to dance. But the most beautiful sight of all was when I looked to the back of the room to the faces of the sons and grandsons of the woman who had witnessed their moms and grandmothers dancing in spirit. What a sight to see!
I will forever be changed getting the honor and privilege of being a part of watching spirits soar.
(p.s. The last picture is one of our drivers…look at the GRIN! The power of the drums is evident on their faces.)
India was a spiritual buffet, a great feast for the soul. There were so many new tastes and smells and sounds and heart tuggings in one space. One must venture out of their own back yard often.
Made of wire.Blow the picture up to see up close!
Office ornament
Discover Center tunnel made of tape!
Good morning my daddy. On the anniversary of your death, I write this to you in honor of the poem we got to write together. I remember how excited I was about finding a way we could talk and share more intimately through a mode you loved best. I couldn’t wait to write more poems with you. Later that week, you had your stroke.
I love this picture. Carole calls it the goodbye picture…but today, it’s the Hello My Daddy picture. Heard your EMS sirens today…so I know you’re awake. I love you.
I REMEMBER
I remember when you were just a vault…no affection…little talking…always about you.
I remember the first time I asked you if you could do the Father’s Legacy project. You were apprehensive, but you said, “I could probably do that.”
I remember asking the first question and held my breath for the answer. It was a simple question like “What is your favorite color?” You answered two questions that day.
I remember when you would peak over my shoulder to make sure the questions I asked were in the book. We were building trust.
I remember the first time you were vulnerable and told me your angel story. This time you held your breath, until I said, “I believe in angels too Daddy.” I felt your sigh of relief as your story, held in for about sixty years, was believed for the first time.
I remember coming to visit you in the summers as you told me about all the junk in your junkyard and learning why they were your treasures and realizing you were an artist like me.
I remember our last summer together savoring every detail….getting lost with you and loving every minute. Our last Father’s day, making it special with a sheet for a table cloth and wild sunflowers from your backyard. It was so special that I will always remember it, but you couldn’t remember it the next day.
I remember writing this “I remember poem with you”
and then it all went black…and there was no more remembering.
Do you like snow fun, art in the way of ice sculptures, parades and small town festivals? Then, McCall, Idaho Winter Carnival is the place to be. This year many of the sculptures lost a lot of detail because the snow melted. But you can do a search in Google under McCall Winter Carnival to see past sculptures. Some of the sculptures you can walk through!
I didn’t get a lot of sculpture pictures from this year…but here are a few of my favorites.
And for more textures of the week around the world, visit Narami.
This is how I LIVE POETRY…noticing things throughout the week. How have you lived poetry this week?
The Jetsons :0) Looks cool at night, don’t ya think?
TTIcy treasures. Love this!
The new Star wars…sad some of the great details melted.
Writing Wings For You 