Saturday, January 26, 2019

Tapio (poem)

I wrote Tapio about ten years ago. I still remember exactly where I was sitting when I wrote it. I was sitting at a picnic table at a park near my house. This park is close enough that I can walk to it. So, one summer, I would pack up a bag and go sit at the park for a while. I wrote in my journal, wrote some poems, and even started writing a novel. Even though I enjoyed sitting at the picnic table in the summer, I couldn't help but wonder what the heavily-wooded park would be like in the winter. And thus, Tapio was born. Enjoy! 

Tapio
I sit here,
in brilliant solitude,
amongst the strong evergreens.

Snow has fallen.
The air is crisp.
The sky heavy and gray.

There is silence abound,
save for the charming sounds of nature-
a bird calling, a deer sprinting, a squirrel leaping.

The winter forest is
beauty, peace, joy.

Monday, January 14, 2019

Happy new year!

How was your holiday? Mine was fun! My mom, dad, and I drove to Massachusetts to see my aunt, uncle, cousins, and my uncle's brother. I got a bunch of cool gifts, including lots of yarn. The car ride home was really tough, as it made my leg pain much worse. Of course, my fibromyalgia pain is always bad, unfortunately. I was even in the hospital two weeks ago. Anyway, I spent much of the weekend crocheting a bunch of snowflakes. I think I made fifteen of them. I used a pattern by London Kaye. Also, I donated some of my handmade cat beds to a local animal shelter. One of the volunteers was nice enough to take a picture of one of the kitties enjoying my handiwork. Bliss! I have a bunch of cool stuff in Green Owl Crochet, my Etsy shop. Please check it out. 



bathtub poetry

I took a bath before to try to help with my fibromyalgia pain. I was reading a book called How Poetry Can Change Your Heart by Andrea Gibso...