It’s Poetry Friday, and I may be moving slowly, but I’m here. (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.)
I’m putting this post together on Tuesday, and I’m still dragging from Covid. I’m thankful for my relatively mild case, though I feel like I’m trying to swim through concrete. Over this past month (before my own and Randy’s Covid), we’ve had a lot going on with other family members: Covid; Norovirus; a long-dreamed about trip ruined by illness; a marriage falling apart; jail; court date; giving up a beloved dog due to an unexpected vicious attack; possible bankruptcy; knee injury; an adult child suddenly living with us again; sharing one car among three people (soon to be four); and more. A few of these just make us sad. Many of them are affecting our daily life in major ways. These crushingly sad and stressful times have been punctuated with little bright spots: my lovely niece’s high school graduation; the completion of repainting our deck; new blinds for two doors; family game nights…and one big bright spot: another adult child moving back to the United States after almost 10 years abroad. I’m an emotional wreck right now. Anyway. We’ll get through it…aided by poetry, stories, games, and love, as always. And cupcakes. (I haven’t been to my donut shop lately.)
I’ve no energy to write a poem at the moment, but I’m sharing this lovely spark of a poem from Amy Ludwig VanDerwater’s wonderful If This Bird Had Pockets. A flash of wildlife (like a poem by Amy) makes any day better. This morning, I spotted a sandhill crane family–which I’ve seen many of in Florida but don’t think I’ve ever spotted one here in Minnesota–and was so delighted I had to pull over and watch them for a bit.
Artist Michelle Kogan has the Poetry Friday Roundup this week.
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Love and hugs coming your way, Laura. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Thanks, Rose.
I’m so sorry that you have had so many challenges, Laura. I hope easier times are coming your way.
Thank you, Buffy.
So sorry to hear about all you are going through. You and your family are added to my prayers.
Thank you, Bev.
Wow…that’s a field of wringers you’re going through. I cannot even imagine. My goodness, please take care of yourself as best you can. I agree that a tiny bright poem can brighten a space of time just enough for some relief. What a good choice you’ve made with Amy’s book. Thinking of you with all kinds of positive thoughts.
Thanks, Linda.
Your list is too long. I’m so sorry you are having so many troubles. I am having surgery in a few weeks, so I am trying to stay positive, but when the list of worry gets long. You will make it through. I am proud of my collection of both your and Amy’s books.
Thanks, Margaret. I hope you surgery goes so smoothly. Your summer camp looks fabulous :>)
Laura, thanks for taking time to share even when so much is going on. Hugs and prayers. Glad you are finding some bright spots among the hard things. Your words often bring light to others.
Thanks so much, Diane.
Laura, If COVID was not enough for you there are so many other trials mixed in. I am sorry that life is rather interrupted now for you. Thoughts, prayers, and lots of bedrest for you!
Thanks, Carol. I literally just got up from a nap. After lunch, I was so weighed down I couldn’t stay upright. xo
Sinking into a poem so lovely can help you find a “getaway” from so much you’re handling now, I agree, Laura. My granddaughters and family just returned from a week away in a forest hideaway & one told me they kept seeing a fox each night! I’ll share Amy’s poem with them. Thanks for finding a lovely one to keep close. Take care of yourself, too!
Oh, Laura. If we were all in the same town you’d be inundated with covered dishes and masked hugs. I’m sad to read of this season of troubles for your family; thanks for sharing Amy’s magical words in the midst of it all. Here’s to deep breaths, healing, and prayers for you all from many.
Laura, your post has made me sad. What a lot to be going through. I’m not surprised you have no energy right now. Who would?
Life has a way of throwing everything at us in one big foul lump. All you can do is duck. And wait.
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Oh my, wow Laura, this all is too much for anyone and on top of all or mixed in Covid too. Sending you bundles of healing thoughts and sunlight filled energy, with a steady recovery, hope you feel better very soon, xox.
May your spirit rise; may a sunny day bring a smile; may hope hold you like a warm blanket and wait with you for tomorrow.
Oof, sending you all the good feels and healing energy, Laura. And thanks for giving back by sharing Amy’s stellar poetry. 🙂