And here we are .... passing time and enjoying the unseasonably warm 80+ degree weather in our comfy little space at North Ranch outside Congress, AZ.
Took a week off from the madness of my internet job to shake off the "data disease" being connected to the computer 10 hours a day infects me with.
Dave removed the Jeep's top, we hit some dirt back roads and put some miles on the new tires. Blew the cobwebs out of my head and put a touch of red on my nose! February heaven in the desert.
Plans are to head out of our winter space at North Ranch around April 1st, weather permitting, and slowly begin our trek to Daniel, Wyoming where we'll be camp hosts from around May 15th through Labor Day.
March will be spent preparing to leave and wrapping up FUN things like taxes, dentist visits, motorhome maintenance and the like.
Time slips by so quickly and is so fragile. I try so hard to appreciate every moment of every day but so much "stuff" gets in the way.
And like I often USED to do, I sat down a few weeks ago when I was feeling powerless and reclaimed my power in a poem.
I USED TO write poetry you know? And.....read what I wrote during PAPA (Prescott Area Poets Association) Open Mic Nights.
I miss all that......
SO......Here's my power reclaiming rambling words.
They may not stop the march of time but at least I had my say!
Took a week off from the madness of my internet job to shake off the "data disease" being connected to the computer 10 hours a day infects me with.
Dave removed the Jeep's top, we hit some dirt back roads and put some miles on the new tires. Blew the cobwebs out of my head and put a touch of red on my nose! February heaven in the desert.
Plans are to head out of our winter space at North Ranch around April 1st, weather permitting, and slowly begin our trek to Daniel, Wyoming where we'll be camp hosts from around May 15th through Labor Day.
March will be spent preparing to leave and wrapping up FUN things like taxes, dentist visits, motorhome maintenance and the like.
Time slips by so quickly and is so fragile. I try so hard to appreciate every moment of every day but so much "stuff" gets in the way.
And like I often USED to do, I sat down a few weeks ago when I was feeling powerless and reclaimed my power in a poem.
I USED TO write poetry you know? And.....read what I wrote during PAPA (Prescott Area Poets Association) Open Mic Nights.
I miss all that......
SO......Here's my power reclaiming rambling words.
They may not stop the march of time but at least I had my say!
The
Rest of My Story
Time
ticks
Dreams
age
Forever
isn’t really far
It
catches us
Sneaks
up on us
Steals
our brightest stars
Numbers
on a clock face
Scream
to us of haste
Hurry
up!
Don’t
be late!
Time
is not a thing to waste!
But
time is an illusion
With
no beginning
Or
no end
Never
meant to be measured
Held still
Or
hoarded
Instead
of spent
We
treat it as an enemy
Treat
aging as a foe
An
enemy of youthful times
When
we’ve wild oats to sow
But
hold it close
It’s
brash and bold
A
friend to forever treasure
It
gifts us all with lessons
Well
beyond earthy measure
For
as my twilight years draw near
Calmness
settles all around me
I’m
done my best
I’ve
walked my miles
I’ve
been brave and patient and strong.
I’ve
earned my keep
I’ve
earned my peace
Though
the journey’s been treacherous and long
For
time has stood beside me
Every
baby step of the way
Even
as I write this
She
gently leads the way
To
The
Rest of My Story
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BLT 02/07/2016
Oh dear timeless friend ...
ReplyDeleteWhile the hands of time clap on and on...
Enlightened by the passing sun...
A harvest moon will light the path...
A wildly winding labyrinth, like no bitch has ever seen...
Love you!
Ah, my partner in poetry crime! Love and Hugs to ya my friend!
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