Friday, June 04, 2010

Little things

I love the little things my husband does.

Sean and I got married two years ago this week and for all but about four of our married months together I have been taking classes toward my second Masters degree. I have a hectic schedule between work and school and I have been a terrible housekeeper. I just finished my final class leading into a 10 week break before my final year of the internship experience begins. My final class met last night and afterward I immediately felt a sense of relief and was energized. Today that energy continues and I am working to bring some order back to our disheveled abode. Since Sean and I bought our home and began our cohabitation there are little things he does or does not do that drive me up a wall, but when I see these reminders I remember that I am at fault too and I know there are equally annoying habits that must get to him. What I love is that there are many more little things he does around the house without my asking or nagging, such as taking out the trash, refilling the soap dispenser, keeping track of our toilet paper supplies, just to name a few. Sure these things seem miniscule to the much more obvious things Sean does for us like planning and preparing many of our meals, planning our getaways, keeping our social life alive, heck he practically planned our whole wedding. He has done so much for me, and does so much for me on a daily basis. He has provided me with so much love and support as I have worked toward my academic and career pursuits. His vigilance to keep my stress levels low and his daily expressions of his love for me, for us (whether through good-night kisses or always being the responsible one to turn out all the lights and locking the door before he comes to bed every night) probably go unrecognized on a daily basis. But I am so grateful for everything he does for me. I hope as I slough off the stresses and responsibilities of graduate school I can begin to repay his support and love because he deserves so much!

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Solitaire (still building)

Solitaire


from trees

Burnt orange floor
planked.
Cards spread,
rowed,
lined.
Looking out over
everything.
My Kingdom of wood
and leaf.


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Flannel pajamas
wander to window--
frost covered.
Huddle under
blanket
over register.
Sleeves and legs fill
with warm breeze.
Fingernails scratch
first words on ice
on glass.


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Silence, nearly
just a shuffle of adult stuff.
And darkness,
nearly
only slight strips from blinds
slice the rows of mats.

Maybe others sleep,

On this plot
journeys launch
for legendary treasures
and noble wars are fought.
It's here,
this placid restlessness begins.


--------------------------------


Ankle cast,
an anchor.
Dimmed classroom
emptied for lunch
open only to me,
weighted to this back row
Maps and books
out of reach.
Desks, windows, trees
doors and bookshelves
lessons
in line and wood.


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Pitter-patter
pattern tapping
on panes.
Crack the window.
Wet air wafts
through wire mesh--
the soft sweet/sour scent
of mist and metal.


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Silver maple seeds
helicopter down
to brick
to me
and anthills.
Under this shade tree
the closest to sun I'll get
bathing in the light of flutter.


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run, launch and lift
let the line out
slack pulls in the breeze
the difference
between ground
and a slice of sky
above

Friday, April 03, 2009

Solitaire

from trees

Burnt orange floor
planked.
Cards spread,
rowed,
lined.
Looking out over
everything.
My Kingdom of wood
and leaf.


------------------------------


Flannel pajamas
wander to window--
frost covered.
Huddle under
blanket
over register.
Sleeves and legs fill
with warm breeze.
Fingernails scratch
first words on ice
on glass.


------------------------------


Silence, nearly
just a shuffle of adult stuff.
And darkness,
nearly
only slight strips from blinds
slice the rows of mats.

Maybe others sleep,

On this plot
journeys launch
for legendary treasures
and noble wars are fought.
It's here,
this placid restlessness begins.


--------------------------------


Ankle cast,
an anchor.
Dimmed classroom
emptied for lunch
open only to me,
weighted to this back row
Maps and books
out of reach.
Desks, windows, trees
doors and bookshelves
lessons
in line and wood.


--------------------------


Pitter-patter
pattern tapping
on panes.
Crack the window.
Wet air wafts
through wire mesh--
the soft sweet/sour smell
of mist and metal.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Solitaire April 2

SOLITAIRE


from trees

Burnt orange floor
planked.
Cards spread,
rowed,
lined.
Looking out over
everything.
My Kingdom of wood
and leaf.


------------------------------


Flannel pajamas
wander to window--
frost covered.
Huddle under
blanket
over register.
Sleeves and legs fill
with warm breeze.
Fingernails scratch
first words on ice
on glass.

Out of Retirement

My husband has apparently also started writing poetry again.
Word.

Solitaire

Tuesday evening I began a new class (as a student) in which I will be working with a group to write a research proposal that includes the first three chapters of a potential dissertation. It won't be my dissertation, I probably will not write one. While I appreciate the reason I have to take the class I was getting a little antsy and impatient, thinking "I friggin' teach inquiry, why do I have to take this class?" I'm not too upset about it as I realize there is value in it simply for the fact I will be learning the researched subject and I do love research. My frustration really came from how basic the class seemed at first. Sure, as someone who has always used MLA learning APA is kind of like taking on a new language--but I have the manual. That said, the instructor did an excellent job of getting us started and I will likely use some of her methods next time I teach inquiry.

What I really appreciated was my instructor's most important piece of advice: find something completely unrelated to go to throughout the research process. Her personal example was Tetris. Especially given my recent exposure to Compassion Fatigue and the idea of finding "sabbaths" to re-energize, this was welcome advice. I immediately thought of Solitaire (though my mind also briefly grazed over "poetry" then laughed and moved on). Solitaire has always been a sabbath for me, something about the peacefulness, patience-building and mind-engagement centers me every time I play a game. As a kid I played traditional Klondike for hours. Most of my life--since junior high at least--I've carried a deck of cards around stored in my backpack (also handy for the occasional game of War, Speed, and Gin with friends). I think I was taught by my Great Grandmother, if not a great deal of my appreciation for the game came from her. She played all the time, even when she was surrounded by other people, something I really loved about her--to find solitude amongst others is a beautiful thing. If I saw her working away at a deck, I would sometimes grab a deck myself and sit across from her at my Grandma Johnson's dining room table and start my own tableau. Once in a while she would even let me play Double Solitaire with her.

After getting my iPod touch one of the first apps I got was a free Solitaire game that featured four basic Solitaire games. I got a little bored with the limitations of four games and began yearning for the Book of Solitaire from which I learned many versions. After a couple of weeks I downloaded a paid app that includes 40 Solitaire games and I am very satisfied. I have been addicted to Scorpion for the last two days though I have yet to win a game. Best couple of bucks I've spent in a while.

There seemed to be a convergence of factors that brought about the next development.

It's spring and even though the highs are in the low 50's, it is April. April is my favorite month, always has been. Sure, sure it's my birth month, but I think there is more to it. I have a tendency to treat myself better every April. As most of my friends and family know I have a high tolerance and regular practice of driving myself into the ground, bordering on self-abuse at times and I get bogged down from all the responsibilities I take on. But in April I feel lighter and even though I rarely have less responsibility in April, I give myself a break, allow myself to have more fun, and generally take better care of myself. For instance, last quarter I had two classes and they killed me, I felt I was in survival mode from day one. This quarter, I have three classes, and I was really freaked out about that, until yesterday. I'm excited about them. When I leave class at night, I feel invigorated rather than exhausted.

Okay where was I?

Umm, April, Solitaire, oh yes, Poetry. I have not written anything new since Fall Semester 2006. I did a lot of editing/revision Spring of 2007, but I have not generated a single poem since December of 06. I have wanted to get back into it. But, I have also had a lot of other things going on, various part time jobs, new career path, second masters degree, marriage, new full-time position, etc. I have kept my creative side satiated in the mean time through crochet, but that's another story.

Yesterday my good friend Ryan posted a note on Facebook about National Poetry Month which included a poem about his daughter's name. It was very moving. I really have only been moved by the poetry of friends lately, which I am sure is part of the reason I was then motivated to take on the poem-a-day challenge Ryan mentioned in his note. I was playing a game of Scorpion Solitaire while waiting for my next student appointment when I saw the post. Though I never actually looked at the prompt I saw the word "origin" which somehow led to my childhood spent in tree(house)s or my bedroom (my two sanctuaries) and playing solitaire in those spaces. The results are below--a first draft. I don't normally post work, especially if it is drafty. But who cares, here goes. I think this is just a part of something larger, I have been writing in seriality since before I knew what it was. I also already know the line "Solitaire--my solitude" does not belong, but for the process, for now, is necessary to me--I am pretty sure Solitaire is the title of the series. I am hoping to continue to post my poems/pieces over the next 29 days. We'll see how this goes.



from trees

Burnt orange floor
Planked
Cards spread,
rowed,
lined.
Solitaire--My solitude
Looking out over
everything.
My Kingdom of wood
and leaf

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Finally!

Over the summer I was on my way to a Sox game, riding the train, fighting the urge to sleep because I had not slept much or very well the night before. I was not paying much attention to where I was when I looked out the window at a random stop and saw the words "I don't fall to sleep, I falter" painted on a column at the station. And I thought, yeah! that's exactly how I feel, I don't fall to sleep, I falter. Someone had captured my feeling precisely. This kind of woke me up and I thought, man those words are really familiar. Then I wondered, "why are there words painted on the columns." Then I realized the train had been stopped at the Harrison station and it clicked, those were my words. Duh!

Over two years ago I made a post announcing that a haiku of mine had been chosen to be included in the Harrison Haiku project. Well last Spring they began putting the poems up. About six or so were put up on the walls in the entrance area, with no word of when the rest would go up. I had pretty much forgotten all about it since I just figured they decided to downsize the project, after all, where else would they put the other poems? On the columns. . . so, here is the best I could do with a picture, I present "Impelled."




Saturday, November 08, 2008

a few words of hope

As much as I want to go on and on about how happy I am right now about the outcome of Tuesday's election I will refrain so as not to offend certain members of my family. I do not consider myself either republican or democrat, I vote for those I feel I can trust to make the best decisions and those who represent my values.

However, I just want to point out how stupid some alleged republicans are--the same people complaining about the possibility of higher taxes and socialized health care (and they say socialism as though it is a dirty word) are saying they are going to pack their bags for Canada. WTF? You're a bunch of idiots, I'm not even going to tell you why because you obviously have no grasp on reality and have about as much sense of the world as a certain hockey mom from Alaska.

I grew up with and maintained republican sensibilities most of my life although I always sympathized when it came to social issues because I have a hard time leaving fellow man and woman out in the cold. (And quite honestly, I feel the values I was raised with fall under liberalism.) Through my education and experience I have come to realize there are major systemic flaws in this country, a country which I love. I do not fault either republicans or democrats alone for these flaws. I have come to understand that I am not antiwar but I am for avoiding war at all cost. I am certainly not anti-military and I hold a deep respect for the men and women who devote and risk their lives for this country and know that they deserve way more than what they are given. My father was a Marine (joined by choice, not drafted), fought in Vietnam, underwent experiences I'm sure most of us could never imagine and I love and respect him with all my heart and soul for his decisions. To me, he, like all military members, is a true hero. I have always felt the two party society was necessary for checks and balances in our government, but hey I'm all for a third party to create an even greater sense of balance because at this point, neither party is working well in my mind. I've also come to understand why urban society swings more to the left and rural areas more to the right, and that it isn't just about good wholesome values.

I don't agree with the lack of regulation on large companies or the concessions allowed to them. In the mid 90's I watched as my parents' small business fell victim to a company that monopolized the flower business in Des Moines by buying out wholesalers and controlling prices and product. With the evolution of technology, economy and globalization in business and culture our government needs to keep up. Such lack of regulation is simply outdated. Our government was designed to evolve with us and we need a breath of fresh air to get that going.

One thing that I can't understand and cannot stand is when people are hypocrites. When people shame one man for straying from his wife, but ignore the same fault in another because he happens to be on their side. John Edwards strayed when his wife was ill. That's disgusting to me. But so did John McCain. His wife suffered catastrophic injuries while he was a POW, she did not tell him or want this to be public knowledge for fear it could worsen his conditions as a prisoner. When he returned he had extramarital affairs. That disgusts me too.

Another thing I can't understand and cannot stand is when people accept the usual rhetoric and do nothing to investigate on their own. (I don't care who you're voting for as long as you are educated on what and who you vote for). I feel the same annoyance with those who voted for Obama simply for his "cool" factor but have no idea what his ideals and views on policy are.

But the one thing I truly cannot understand or stand for is the disgust I have seen in those who did not want Obama elected. I do not expect them to be happy or be celebratory. But I do expect them to respect our new president. I was taught growing up to respect my president even if I did not agree with him because he is the leader of my nation. I admit, I have not agreed with W. I do not believe in the war we are currently "fighting," I have no idea why it is being fought or toward whom, it is a war that makes no sense to me. I do not believe in W's no child left behind policy, it has further stagnated our children, some of our nation's greatest assets. While I don't agree with W, I do not mock him and I certainly do not discount his efforts and I do recognize he has done a few good things. I feel he misdirected a lot of energy and did not use opportunities well. But I do not make him out to be a fool, (though I readily laugh and shake my head as I do at any human when he makes a fool of himself). What I have already seen though in the last three days is degenerate mockery of our president elect and it saddens me that all Americans cannot recognize this historic moment in our nation's history. It saddens me that there is such hate in people's hearts. That is sad. Very sad. All I can say is that I will do my best to hold on to my hope that this moment's significance is not lost on those who need it most.

Monday, September 08, 2008

Hmph. . .

Wow, it's been a long time since I posted. Huh...