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What To Do?

This morning I got up feeling grumpy about Daylight Savings Time. I don’t like it. I think it’s dumb. Etc. And then right on the heels of those thoughts and feelings comes, I am not in Ukraine or Yemen or Syria. My country is not torn apart by war. This is how my thinking runs, lately.

I wondered and wrote in my Morning Pages about what to put in this letter. I have made lists of topics, including fun, lighthearted, or funny stories from my life; uplifting stories or ideas; meandering thoughts about all sorts of things, e.g. my interests, loves and passions, phrases from meditation or elsewhere that inspire me; as well as possibly humorous complaints and rants about things like Daylight Savings Time.

But I have a dilemma about writing about any of those things at the moment.

Maybe everyone desperately needs lightness from somewhere, a cheerful letter, a post that is upbeat and forward-looking, in the midst of the terrible news of the world. Or is that disrespectful? On “Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me” last Saturday one of the cast members was joking about how handsome and cool Volodymyr Zelenskyy is, talking to the press in a t-shirt. The audience was laughing and Peter Sagal said maybe she needed to go take a cold shower. Really? Is this funny? Or appropriate? Do people really need to laugh that badly?

But then, what should we do? We do need to laugh, feel joy, get inspired, take care of ourselves and each other. We do need, like good paintings, lightness to contrast with the dark. Mightn’t it be a worthwhile endeavor for me to add to the ever-diminishing pile of laughter, light, and joy? What else can I really do, other than put a frame around my profile photo on Facebook, sign petitions, send money to help the refugees?

Are you, my reader, disappointed that I did not offer you something today to lift you up? Then I’m sorry. Maybe I should have. I do try to add to the goodness in the world, not take away from it. But I thought it worthwhile today to offer up my dilemma. I hope it’s worth something to you, as well.

I will go back next week to lighter fare, I promise. Spring is coming for us. We are lucky as hell.

“Perseverance is everything. We all stumbled when we took our first steps yet we were running sooner than we realized, and then we couldn’t stay still. Why stay still now?” – Rob Liano

“It’s morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.” – Mary Oliver

“We are all leaves of one tree. We are all waves of one sea.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

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Thanks for listening,
Kay

P.S. MerryThoughts is the name of my first book, out of print at the moment. The word is a British one, referring both to a wishbone and to the ritual of breaking the wishbone with the intention of either having a wish granted or being the one who marries first, thus the “merry thoughts.”

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Yoga Class

We gave the sun a happy hello in yoga class

today though I did not realize it at the time.

Up and down hingeing at the waist

our arms and hands spread wide open

and then together again, float your palms

together in front of your heart, she says.

She speaks of our hearts often

this new young teacher and I like that

very much for my heart is dear to me

at once delicate and strong and to speak

of it and think of it fondly to place

that thought amidst the many and

varied competing thoughts in the chaos

of a brain in these modern times

of politics and war and extinctions of

species, of global warming and natural

disaster, well, is a lovely soothing thing

and I do care to do it often again and again.

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The Dance Card

At the estate sale I bought a young woman’s

dance card from a formal dance of the

Theta Chapter of Kappa Kappa Gamma

dated February first, 1915.  More than a card

it is a small booklet on a string with five

pages and a brass mesh cover, the

facing pages listing Engagements

and Dances with the names of the

musical numbers printed out

Ballin’ the Jack, The High Cost of Loving,

It’s a Long Way to Tipperary, 

When Grown Up Ladies Act Like Babies

and to end the evening, Good Bye, Boys.

The young men’s names are pencilled in:

Mr. C. Avery, Mr. Mann, Mr. Cook and

on line 13 the underlined note I kissed him

with his name given only as XXX.

Well well well!  What might the chaperones

Mrs. Bella Kirkbride and Miss Fannie Sanders

have thought of that?  And why did

this young lady keep her beau’s name a secret?

And whatever became of him?  Of her?

Of Mr. Mann, Mr. Cook Mr. C. Avery

and all the others she’d written down?

They are all certainly long gone now never

imagining that a perfect stranger would

one day wonder about their lives and loves

about who and what they became

whether they lived happily ever after

somehow escaped the ravages of war

or more likely died young and bewildered

in a foreign country a lifetime away

from formal dances no chaperone

to keep them out of harm’s way.