It has to be Something Catchy
Blog Posted:7/14/2008 2:29:00 PM
<P>Rarely do I begin a blog or a poem with the title. I just thought...it's July 14th and I haven't planted anything in my garden yet, so I typed 'No Garden' in my blog title box. As I started to ponder about not having a garden, my thoughts went immediately to the title of the blog having to be something catchy. Like heart-disease, for example, not catchy like measles and chickenpox, but a subject that recently caught my attention. My husband had open-heart-surgery a month ago. During my hotel stay in Wash., D.C., I watched a movie from beginning to end without interruption. It was a necessary and much appreciated distraction from my noisy mind stuff and the usual concerns when a loved one goes under the knife. He was back to work full time exactly 3 weeks from the day of the surgery and is doing great. Planting a garden as one of my favorite leisure activities seemed so unimportant in comparrison. Writing a poem about another tragedy in my life was not on my agenda this time, thank god, because my little sister is dying of cancer and when she does, I will remember everything about her that I couldn't remember while she was alive. Funny how that all seems to rhyme in the end (no pun intended...haha). Death is a part of life. Just like last years garden, it tends to linger around until it is just an eyesore and you have to clear it away in preparation for the new tomatoes and cucumbers. Getting a poem out of it is an added bonus that serves as an outlet of creativity and healing, both being the foods of a life well lived. Midway through my fifties, and dare I say half-way through my life, I find life's cycles enlightening. It is the "knowing" now, instead of the 'not' knowing then, that filled my soul with excitement as a yute (Joe Pesci, Uncle Vinnie). I know now that we all have a mission here on Earth. That I am right here right now, is a direct result of all of the combined moments, events, people, poems, belly laughs and tears that have lived through me in my lifetime. Or was it I who lived through them? Either way, my soul smiles with approval in knowing that everything is exactly where it is supposed to be at this moment. The Soup is back and life goes on! Thank you everyone for your comments on Nobody's Fault. I think I might try my pen at Nobody's Right....as Laughter really <EM>is </EM>the Best Medicine! Have a great day, love & peace to all, Karen</P>
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