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Marie Lukasik Wallace ~ # I LIVE Poetry – I'm passionate about life and writing and all things creative and poetic!


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Soul Quest -India

india at the schoolsIndia 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.

Where to begin?  Ahhh, that is a most spicy question with so many answers! There is so much to say and only so much time to write.  I’ll start with my favorite and let the words pour from my soul.  There is enough juicy material for a very long time.  Our group started the adventure as a way to work on our books, to experience and support one another.   We ended up writing new chapters in our own life stories…One of our goals was to meet the children in the Himalayas and bring supplies to the homes of the people.

Upon first sight, I fell in love.  There is so much GOLD in the SOULS of the children. Their hearts are so tender an and full of hope.  Their thoughts are on what they have, not what they lack.  The first thing they did was sing a song of “We Shall Overcome.”  The sweet sounds of innocent voices aware of their situations but not letting it hold them down was uplifting and even enlightening.  Their music sounded like an angels choir.  Nothing is sweeter to my ears than the sounds of children gathering to sing.  My heart was full.  Then they sang their national anthem, while a young man full of passion and vigor beat a drum in accompaniment.  When the children heard the drums, their smiles grew wide and they belted the song even more.  After the song, each of the children got to beat the drum.  Sound is a powerful, soul changing tool.  I watched in amazement as each child first did a light tap on the drum, and then a strong beat that bellowed a big sound.  BOOM! I witnessed the empowerment that the drum sound gave to each child.  A shy, timid, young girl sat taller in her chair that day.

Then I was so blessed to teach them a hand game learning patterns and rhythms.  Kids love these games, and I was reminded of my love for “playing” with the children…sometimes forgotten in a public education back in the states because of rigorous curriculum.  The teachers were gracious to give us their time, and the head master said one of the first things he wanted to do was buy a drum for the children.  They were elated!   There was much gratitude as we passed out the stickers and books we had brought.  For them, it was like Christmas.  I was in deep gratitude knowing that the gently used books I brought would be cherished, and we had not only made a small contribution toward their education, but we brought smiles and built a bridge.

  I LOVE PEOPLE!!!  (especially children…yes, I’ll always be a teacher at heart…and I will be forever changed.)    Namaste.  Mariemarie in sari

 

 

 


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I Live Poetry – Sunflower Metaphors

Sunflowers bloom like crazy!   Little did I know that when I planted sunflowers that I would get GIANT flowers whose enormity takes up my entire garden.  I was hoping for a few sunflowers…but I got them in dozens.  They grew over the top of my solarium.  They shadowed all my vegetables and even killed some plants begging for the sunlight they so graciously took.

But I’m not mad at them…they are GLORIOUS!  Their bulbous faces to the sun.  Their majestic power and strength.  Their ability to bring joy on the most cloudy day.  I love sunflowers for they represent my favorite word in the world: JOY.  Whose face can’t be brightened by the presence of a sunflower?

Now on to the metaphors.  My sunflowers have been through some really tough times.  There have been three hefty storms pushing at them and trying to knock them down.  Currently, some of their faces are to the ground because the last storm hit them so hard, and I need someone to assist in getting them back up.  Even in this adversity, they continue to “shine on.”

I’ve been taking pictures of their various states throughout the summer.  As I pondered on these, I realized they represent metaphors of life.

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The storms knocked this one down and the roots are hanging on by a thread, but this one pursued, draping across the porch and shooting up! (Not an easy feat, but we can all learn something from this)

The middle one is frazzled and lost all his hair, but is still surrounded by his friends holding him up.

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The”different” one in the bunch…not like the others, but”blooming” where its planted.
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Face to the ground…knocked down…but still growing…these lovelies will soon get assistance.

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Shine on.
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Be beautiful.
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Be MASSIVE!!!

Namaste my friends…and be as bold as a sunflower…under any conditions…no matter what, just bloom.

Marie


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Collaboration – Joy

I wrote a post this morning  on How Simple it is to Choose Joy.  HERE

And then as I sat thinking about others who are celebrating different holidays and acts of joy this season, I thought, I would love to know WHAT IS YOUR JOY?

Please let me know.  I’d love to celebrate you…your families…your traditions…your happiness.  If you want to write your comment as a poem, then do!  You know me, I LOVE WORDS!

I will keep the post open until the New Year.  (I’ll do a new collaboration then.)   Each of you will get your very own color and a link back to your blog.

I can hardly wait to read them!  Your comments combined will make a lovely poem.

MY JOY is…

Have a most lovely week my dear friends.

Namaste, Mariejoy


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What I’ve Learned – How simple it is to CHOOSE JOY

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On Tuesday and Wednesday mornings in our first grade community circle, we choose one positive word for the day to be all day.  I do this because it used to be what we did in January as our New Year resolution. It was a simple thing for first graders to remember, one word versus a phrase.   Frankly, it’s easy for all of us to remember one word.   We do an art project with it wherein we tear little scrap papers and make rainbow letters on a 3×5 card.   Then, we hang it in our cubbies.   Like anything that remains in one place, sometimes it’s forgotten.

So last year, I implemented positive words for Tuesday because they were easy to remember how to be that word all day long.  Sometimes we write them on our desk.  Then Wednesday, we would have our Plus one day.  We would be our word for Tuesday and then another positive word for Wednesday.  (It’s always nice to have a goal to look forward to.)

What I learned, just holding the word “Joy” in my head all day, changes my thinking.  When I change my thinking, I change my energy level.  Holding this positive energy level allows those things that might otherwise change my day to roll off my back and not exist or change form.  I’m happier….the kids are happier.

We have a phrase posted in our room that says, “Be kind in all you say and do and acts of kindness follow you.”   And now we interchange that word.  Be respectful in all you say and do and acts of respect follow you.     Be JOY-FULL in all you say and do and acts of JOY follow you.

Try it out!   You will be surprised at the acts of joy that follow you.

Merry Christmas my dear friends or happiness and joy in whatever holiday season you may be celebrating, even if it’s the holiday of you.

Namaste,  Marie  :0)


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December – It’s About Joy & a Humanity Challenge

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I’m not usually much of a soap box person…but in this season of love and joy, I’m going to challenge you to push past the word “tolerance.”   It is a stage and a step…I get that.  But to tolerate me is to put up with me…it’s inactive.  It doesn’t require another person to take action…what would happen if you looked at me and accepted me faults and all…and a bit quirky…and then what if you could find something to appreciate about me?  And maybe after that, what if you could see in me what God sees in me and hit Namaste kind of love?

Just sayin’….what if?   If we all tried that even in our inner circles, wouldn’t the world be a little closer to peace?   Just something to ponder…


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Tastes of Joy – Lessons from a Five Year Old

Many people think I am the teacher; but honestly, when you are the teacher of five and six year olds, you become the student because they really understand what’s truly important in life.  Remember the joy my friends….watch through their eyes. 

 

Taste  of Joy

Lessons from a Five Year Old

All that is significant in life is

The here and now,

What I am doing this very moment

Is the most important thing

And it has all my attention.

If I am painting,

There is no worry for where the paint splatters.

The joy comes from the act of getting it on the canvas,

Spattering, spilling, splashing,

Sloshing and galoshing,

As long as the colors are swished and mixed on the page.

If the music moves me,

Get up and move!

Drum beats on a desk

Scarves in a box

A rhythm from the world outside

Are all grounds to stop whatever I’m doing

And honor the composition.

A friend can pop up anywhere, anytime,

And there is no care

Names are not noted.

Wherever our imaginations takes us

Is the name of our game.

Life is simple.

Life is joyous.

Time stands still and waits for me.