strength

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I’ve feared, now and then, my patience
to overcome the plague will snap

and my tenacity that sustained me
for so long will be vain

yet deep inside, a sliver of hope
squirms to break the calloused bark
and sprout to see the light

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)

delight

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Rough as ancients
we sought our way
to refine ourselves
between stormy waves
Result is a delight

*
Sometimes we come upon
a startling beauty of art
rendered by Nature
The distant, beckoning mountain
the mirror-like, calm water
the rainbow pebbles in the water
the clouds that simulate the colors of pebbles
the single leaf kisses
What a masterful composition!
And It is free for us to see.

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Photo from Lucy’s Shop on Line.)

Lighten Up

Tuesdays with Laurie

In late September I had the pleasure of reuniting with several people I’d gone to high school with. It wasn’t a formal reunion. Rather, it was a gathering of individuals who’d attended Orange Glen High School in Escondido, California, who now reside in the Pacific Northwest.

It was an enjoyable visit. In talking with people, I learned that in addition to our age, shared school, and the fact that we live in the Pacific Northwest, we have another common denominator. Without exception, the people Len and I spoke with are contemplating, or in the process of downsizing.

Within this collective mindset, it turns out that less is more, and that “he who dies with the most toys” doesn’t win.

What was the last physical item you offloaded?

© TuesdaysWithLaurie.com

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Epilogue/Continuum

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She wished time could be tethered,
extending her stay a bit longer
dream wedding ceremony
suspended in the autumn air
Magic and miracle are
mere fantasy and luck
As she listened to the whisper
of fallen leaf she became one,
her wish vanished in the wind

What matters now is
our memories embedded
in the hearts, which makes
our farewell a bit lighter,
knowing we’ll live in our hearts
for evermore

*
A week before a friend of mine passed away,
I met her in K-mart store.  She talked about her
son’s upcoming wedding and she planned on flying
to be there.  Although she appeared happy, I felt something
unusual about her.  Having known she had some health
problem, I asked her how she’d been doing.  She said, “Great.”
I gave her a big hug before our parting.  A week later, I heard
the news about her sudden passing.
Who would’ve guessed the chat and hug we had exchanged
the week before would be our last one?
Now, I’m glad I gave her a hug.
Hug is good.
Hug whenever possible.

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)

Pot Love/Quality

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He loves
its medical
quality
that heals
his anguish,
brightens
the dark half
and makes him whole again
*

This post is not intended to encourage anyone to smoke
marijuana .  Although marijuana is used to treat depression
and pain, and according to some experts, it is even more
effective than pain medication, I avoid using it.  Mainly,
because I’ve never smoked marijuana or used any other
drugs before and I want to keep it that way.  Using medical
marijuana is a personal choice.

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)

 

Golden Humility

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Evening’s blush
reflects our minds
as we ponder what
we have done
with our talent
Spring hope
ardent summer
summed in golden
yet ordinary blooms,
while expanding our realm
Unfulfilled dreams tucked in
the back of our consciousness,
we approach the closure
or begin a renewal,
find humble joy in our smiles

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren Blog.
Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)