Not seeking comfort,
Seeking full range of motion.
That means, discomfort.
The day then arrives,
When discomfort goes away,
And you move with ease.
Getting to that point,
Required to get to that state,
Determination.
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Not seeking comfort,
Seeking full range of motion.
That means, discomfort.
The day then arrives,
When discomfort goes away,
And you move with ease.
Getting to that point,
Required to get to that state,
Determination.
If you can't see it
It does not mean it's not there
On land and on sea.
Buried in the ground
Forgotten from time gone by
Sunk in the deep sea.
It is there.
All those ships that sank in the ocean, are sitting there. We don't see them, don't think about them, but they are there just the same. The same is true of our actions. They happened, some we'd like to forget but they are there just the same.
Whenever there's a situation wherein the course of events is not as we anticipated, we revert back to behaviors and expressions that have either been impressed upon us or that we have adopted with some success. These are not always the most productive. This Haiku suggests that if this is recognized and behavior is managed, more productive results will ensue.
We revert to type
In aggravated moments.
Can that be altered?
Is it decision?
Or totally reflexive?
Hope for the former.
If it's decision
It can in fact be altered
Become what you want.
A scene that we often see, one would think that animals are not judgmental. Often a touching sight to see.
A homeless person
With a dog walking beside.
Can we love like that?
Not a comedy
Our life as we're living it
Not a tragedy
Often, while it is happening, our lives seem less exciting than stage and screen. Then, in retrospect, it comes into focus.
Here is the story... "You are their Eddie." My daughter's words to me one day in the past. She meant the detested one. She was referring to me and the sisters. It rang true then, and it still does.
Yet there are ties to the family, some inexplicable. A nephew, in their family, assisted my mother and father when they had to dispose of a less than desirable house in a transitioning neighborhood. Then, that same nephew took a job with the funeral home that we used for my mother's funeral. He took the job a few days before my mom died and left it a short time after. He orchestrated the whole affair, the visitation in the rear of the church, the funeral mass, and that her body was interred in Calvary Cemetery as we had planned. Then there was a niece, who was assisted by us in getting on with her life.
The envy, jealousy, and hatred engendered by the sisters has hardened over time. Methinks there is no going back on this one. I am sure that Carola's demise, should it come before mine, will be the end of any contact with them or their families. It doesn't matter to me. I recognize the situation for what it is. Their father had no sons; I was the son he never had. He extolled me and my accomplishments to them, to the point that it had a detrimental effect on them, especially the other son-in-law.
Then, after his death, their mother descended into grief and then dementia. She moved in with the middle daughter. In spite of the fact that they had home health care provided, for personal care and health assessments, and that there were six, able adults living in the locality, they felt that we were remiss in helping. Even though we were three hours and 180 miles away.
Maybe we could have done more, maybe we didn't express enough admiration and gratitude. I know Carola had it on her mind. Well, we can't go back and I don't see any way forward, that I want to pursue in any case.
Our kids and theirs are not on the best of terms. Although we've all been affected by it, there are different stories. Our oldest has been more conscientious about keeping up with them but I think the other two have, more or less, written it off. C'est la vie.
Words have importance
Like the telescopes in space
They focus our thoughts
Something to ponder when we begot taking our intercourse for granted. We often add context to the written and the practiced, without realizing we can do the same for the extemporaneous.
Doing what you must.
Doing, not just intending.
The fountain of youth.
Finding what you must.
The next piece of the puzzle
Is clue number two.
Sometimes youthful thinking occurs when we are engaged and involved with what we are doing. Making that intenntional is a first step.
Federal judges
Playing monopoly games?
Get out of jail free!
One opens a back door
One nullifies a murder charge,
Premediated!
An observation of frivolous judges. Sometimes what's reported makes them sound like they don't take the job seriously.