Sunday, April 22, 2012

Photographed by Shawn Fitzpatrick at the Gut in Quidi Vidi April 22, 2012


Lemon Meringue Morning
A slice of heaven set upon
the table of hungry souls
flavoured with a lemon hue
and served in golden bowls

Nourishment for the populace
who crave for sustenance
food for the soul is offered up

a gift from providence

Tempting to the muse's tongue
it is ambrosia for its heart
so nature feeds the artist
with a feast of corporeal art


Woke up to the above photo by my friend, the brilliant nature photographer Shawn Fitzpatrick.  This is not the first time one of Shawn's photos has inspired me to poetry and I'm sure it won't be the last!


Carolyn R Parsons





  

Sunday, April 8, 2012

The Voice




The voice I hear is loudest when
the quiet grey fog rolls 
drizzled with the damp 
of all the tears that I hold close

It seeks me in the strangest ways
but never does it speak
just tells me that it thinks of me
when I am small and weak.

It haunts my days and haunts my nights
it calls to me unbidden
and causes me to worry that
my secret won't stay hidden

So busily I live my life
and carry on with cheer
but the voice is with me constantly
ringing in my ear

Nothing muffles or stills the sound
its a voice that must be heard
I hear when love speaks my name
without a single word





Friday, April 6, 2012

Happy Birthday!

I want a cake like this!  But I'll settle for a Guinness!




Did you know that Good Friday used to be called "Regular" Friday?  This is true, at least until that blessed spring day in 1966 when a curly haired child came into the world all Aries and fire and henceforth it was named "Good" Friday though it probably should be renamed "Wicked Ass Important" Friday but no one could have determined how wonderful April 8, 1966 was!

Yes..it is almost my birthday!   This  year it's on Easter Sunday though, not Good Friday!  And yes you are doing the math right, I am about to turn 46!  Isn't that cool?  How totally and awesome it is to be me at 46!  I've got some lines in my face from too much smiling and hope to smile so much more in the years to come that trains will become confused as I walk by thinking my face is an alternate route!

Why do people worry about getting older? Wrinkles? So what?  Grey hair, not here, I have none,  but again..so what?   My forties have been the best decade of my life.  I have had more fun, experienced more love and life and laughter than at any time before and I can sense that it's just going to get better from here on in!

Gosh, I even love looking at the changes in my face.  I have this little thing happening with my jawline that makes me smile as I see my Grandmother in that!  I see the crinkles around my eyes and there is my father looking back at me!  I am aging as we all are and I could fight it or I can marvel in it.  I am not much of a fighter!

And inside I think I'm even younger than ever!  I ease through now, enjoying it and having fun.  My youngest kids told me I was the most funnest person on the planet the other day.  How cool is that?  They have a ton of friends yet I guess their friends aren't quite as goofy as their mom with all the dancing and hula hooping around.

It does help that they are older.  Having babies is delicious but now is the time that I finally get to be me.  To explore who I am as a person.   I'm coming into my own and as much as I adored my time as mommy to tiny ones, the freedom I have now with older children is a true gift.  I am free now to travel, to work and to play and do all the things I want to much more easily.  No more babies for me.  I thought that would be bittersweet but it isn't.  It turns out that age has given me freedom and freedom is such a gift!

Wisdom comes with age they say.  And I do think I've acquired a bit such as being wise enough to know I know diddly squat and that I should keep on learning and looking to learn.  It is best to explore the earth with the eyes of a fool than to miss things because you think you already know it all.  So foolishly I proceed!

I've often heard the term "aging gracefully".  Well I refuse.  I'm aging, not gracefully,  but wickedly!  With zest and passion and joy.  I've become very comfortable with getting uncomfortable and experiencing growth.  Don't expect me to slow down.  Don't expect me to give into the idea that things aren't appropriate at a certain age or that I should behave a certain way.  It is typical of me to not be typical.

I just don't do appropriate well and I don't do typical well and at age 46 I finally know that this is just how it should be and if you don't like it, well, no birthday cake for you!  And I make a mean chocolate cake!!

Life is so good.  Don't sip at it quietly. Drink it in with great slurpy gulps!

Cheers!


 

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Perspective



It was a regular day on a lonely country road, silence filled the car and my mind was focused on the errand I was running.  Then I glanced towards the east and saw the scene above.  Dinker dinker dinker..signal light on and you know I had to pull over.  

I lowered the window and snapped two pictures, one after the other, of the breathtaking scene before me.  Then I sat and watched for a while as the clouds sifted and shifted until it gave me the full heat of the sun on a unusually warm March day.  

With a sigh I left the scene, not really looking at the pictures at the time, just looking long enough to know I had captures some of that moment.  Then I forgot about that moment until today.  

I thought I would post a poem I had written and figured the photographs might suit it.  But when I looked at them I realised they were a better fit for a topic  I'd been thinking a lot about recently.  

Look carefully at the photos.  They were taken one after the other with the same device.  Yet they are decidedly different.  The one on the top has a bluer tinge to it, it's brighter somehow than the other, which is odd as I didn't really do anything except snap the photos.  Yet, that slightly different shift, that ever so subtle difference in one moment to the other, shows clearly in the photographs.

The same is true of humans.  One little shift, one incident, a seemingly accidental meeting can change the course of your life and certainly your entire perspective, in an instant.

There can be a quantum shift in your perspective at any given moment by virtue of the choices you make, the people you meet and the way you accept what appears.  

I know that my life today doesn't look at all like I thought it would a year or so ago.  That isn't a bad or good thing, just an observation.  

One thing I have learned over the past couple of years is that I do not have within me the capacity to be unhappy.  Perhaps it's because of my ability to forgive instantly, to accept readily and to move forward gratefully whenever I encounter what others see as difficult.  

I just can't sweat the little things and truthfully, I don't sweat the big things much either.

Then there is the difference in perspective we have, one from the other.  And while I don't always understand someones perspective I certainly allow them the benefit of having it and understand that it is what it is.  I also understand, that like mine, it may change in at any given moment.  That it is dynamic, shifting and flowing, as new experiences creep in.

I was recently in New York City.  As we arrived I was completely awestruck by the sheer size of the place.  I had never been and had never fully understood how very massive it is.  That my dreams of the place didn't even come close to the reality.  And even now, I have difficulty comprehending how large it is.  And yet, compared to the universe, it's but a speck.

I commented on my face book something to that effect and somebody replied, "there are a lot of yellow taxis".  I chuckled a little at the differences in our perception.  I was deep into being in awe of the collective creative intelligence of the human species that had built such a marvel while my face book friend was in awe of how many yellow cabs the city has. Her mind and my mind, seeing what we see from our own perspective, noticing different things about the same place.  Almost as fascinating as New York City.

One thing I've never changed opinion on is that I believe that the very best thing about life is that it is unfinished until it's finished!  Of course my perspective on that may change at some point! 

Enjoy your day!