Everyone says they don’t have enough time every day, each day everyway – so what is enough time per day – how much time would you need in your day to get everything done?
I would like to have some days where I just keep going, the day keeps going with me, until I get everything done. No room to procrastinate or make excuses, just be busy until everything is done. I don’t even know what that everything is, but there are days that I wish I could just finish. Funny, not sure what I need to finish….
When my late husband first took me to meet his parents it was quite the ride. It was about five and a half hours to upstate New York, where they had lived. The ride, now thinking back, never bothered me, we did it very often. There was a town on the way, that since that very first drive I was drawn to; Fishs Eddy. That’s the name of the town. (Fishs Eddy is a hamlet in Delaware County, New York, United States.) I don’t know what it was. I didn’t even know what an eddy was, it drew me in. We stopped once and I think there may have been a gas station. I don’t know what I was hoping to see.
Jump ahead to 2019 and I headed one last time up towards the late inlaw’s home. I wanted to make sure I went one last time to their crypts, to put some of my husband’s, their son’s, ashes with them. I joked to David that I wanted him to guess the town I wanted to “live in”, just by the name of it. Well, he guessed and guessed and when I saw the sign for Fishs Eddy, I shouted, “That’s the town!” He didn’t really understand why or what drew me to the town and I will probably never know.
So, the point is that an eddy (a circular movement of water, counter to a main current, causing a small whirlpool) was the first thing I thought of when I read the meaning of Maelstrom.
Memories are wonderful……
Fly above my world
Look to sustain the living
Freedom to explore
Why are we still here
Why are we not together
Listen to the past
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An Open Flower Haiku
Inviting the spring
with the wonders of nature
to reproduce life
it was a warm breeze that fooled me into thinking it was spring…how I celebrated her first blush; wild flowers dancing in a velvet ocean of green, but I was overcome with fever; it was all a lie… morning’s icy breath lingered too long and the dazzle died ~kat Magnetic Poetry Online (Poet Kit)frosted spring — like mercury colliding…
I had to share this as it is what my mind has said so many times!https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/60562321/posts/2586799567