April is the cruelest month
breeding lilacs out of the dead land
mixing memory and desire
stirring dull roots with spring rain. T.S. Eliot
I think that is how it goes it is my poem for April anyway. Here, in the desert, it is the cruelest month because we know that the heat is coming. Our harsh time, our Minnesota winter. The time for hibernation and contemplation.
Mornings are difficult because I wake, energy levels low and the dawn not yet breaking. I struggle to find peace, to remember my strength. I search for it inside of me. It is supposed to be there. It struggles to wake up just like me. I am strong, healthy and at peace.......I will do this...
breeding lilacs out of the dead land
mixing memory and desire
stirring dull roots with spring rain. T.S. Eliot
I think that is how it goes it is my poem for April anyway. Here, in the desert, it is the cruelest month because we know that the heat is coming. Our harsh time, our Minnesota winter. The time for hibernation and contemplation.
Mornings are difficult because I wake, energy levels low and the dawn not yet breaking. I struggle to find peace, to remember my strength. I search for it inside of me. It is supposed to be there. It struggles to wake up just like me. I am strong, healthy and at peace.......I will do this...
Labels: Strength
posted by Anne Coe | 7:17 AM
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April is the cruelest month.
Glorious desert fertility sandwiched between the beginning of a breast cancer journey and the end of a breast cancer journey.
I lean heavily on mother earth's strength and wisdom.
I restore with her petals rippling in spring's fresh breeze and listen for the hope.
Joke a day for lizard lights
This is a true story. Last week was my 40th birthday and I really didn’t feel like waking up that morning. I managed to pull myself together and go downstairs for breakfast, hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, “Happy Birthday!”, and possibly have a small present for me. As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone “Happy Birthday.” I thought… Well, that’s marriage for you, but the kids… They will remember.
My kids came trampling down the stairs to breakfast, ate their breakfast, and didn’t say a word to me. So when I made it out of the house and started for work, I felt pretty dumpy and despondent.
As I walked into my office, my secretary Joanne said, “Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday!” It felt a bit better knowing that at least someone remembered. I worked in a zombie like fashion until about one o’clock, when Joanne knocked on my door and said, “You know, it’s such a beautiful day outside, and it’s your Birthday, why don’t we go out for lunch, just you and me.” I said, “Thanks, Joanne, that’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Let’s go!”
We went to lunch but not where we’d normally go. Instead she took me to a quiet bistro with a private table. We had a couple of mixed drinks and I enjoyed the meal tremendously. On the way back to the office, Joanne said, “You know, It’s such a beautiful day… We don’t have to go right back to the office, do we?” I replied with “I suppose not. What do you have in mind?” She said, “Let’s go to my apartment, it’s just around the corner.”
After arriving at her apartment, Joanne turned to me and said, “Boss if you don’t mind, I’m goinna to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I’ll be right back.” “Ok.” I nervously replied. She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake…
Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends, and co-workers, all singing “Happy Birthday”.
And I just sat there…
On the couch…
Naked.
What'd You Think?
Oh god what a joke. But a good laugh is worth millions.
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