Archive for April 2016

Stairway – the ascending and descending in life, one step at a time

When I was toughing it out through the months of rehab after my two total knee replacements these last few years, to gain full use of the artificial joints it got easier with each step I took, over and over again. The more I took those steps in my stairway at home the easier and more comfortable it got.

In getting back to other things I loved, like hiking and bicycling it was a matter of being ready to advance to the next step in that ‘stairway’ on the mountain ridge in hiking, or climbing up onto the seat of my bicycle.

In life, I think that is true with the steps that allow us opportunity to ascend, or if necessary descend to a ‘floor,’ or level more compatible, conducive in ways that accommodate that which we are not ready yet to take. Those stairways can seem like the hills, or mountains in our life, taking one step at a time. Now, as I contemplate getting back to bicycling, another sport I loved doing – before knee troubles – it again seems like standing at the bottom of a stairway, not certain how, or if I can regain that momentum to ascend one step at a time to where I feel comfortable. It is not a decision I make easily, as I celebrate another birthday and look back on those things that I did when young, and wonder, Can I do it again? Am I ready?

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This is my post for today’s writing prompt in The Daily Post word prompt; Stairway

Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

 

Sometimes there are things…

Sometimes there are things

that need to be pushed aside;

I know they can wait

for more urgent things today,

and my focused energy.

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What is important

is setting priorities,

precedence of things,

getting all in right order,

a balance that works for me.

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Joyce E. Johnson 2016

 

Posted April 26, 2016 by Joyce in My Writings, Poems, poetry, Tanka poetry

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The world we live in now

 

The news is grim; too much the norm.

The media converging, microphones ready,

people with cell phone cameras, and video,

like vultures swarming, taking their shot

posting to Facebook and Twitter get ‘Likes,’

repeats and coverage every few minutes,

again with all of the horrific details

that thrive on the feeds

   of viral sites with streaming bytes.

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Shouting, screaming, fists raised to the sky;

it’s another demonstration, another protest;

they rant, and rage at the opposing side,

and take their fight out into the streets.

“Stop the violence. No more guns.”

“Too many lives lost, too much bloodshed.”

“So much is wrong.”

“We need new laws.”

“Let’s find a way. Let’s work things out.”

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Candidates throw their insults

at their running mates.

It’s a tiresome scene, their platform pushed

till despairing words tossed back are extreme

in hopes to win their party nomination

retracts a comment, misconstrued.

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The issue of life at conception is heard

and once more it’s Roe vs. Wade revisited again.

“Punish the woman who takes a life,” a candidate says

“But, she has her rights. It’s her choice,” another argues.

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The skies light up. Bombs explode.

Terrorists strike again inside

borders streaming with refugees that flee.

No country or people is immune to the threat

from wherever it comes, or intended place

there’s fear and distrust; it’s now what we face.

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Will it be safe, to travel, be free,

to walk through airport terminals or streets?

God, give us a leader who is wise, and sincere,

who will stand for the things we once believed in.

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At a nuclear summit with their tables full

leaders promise, “All will be better,

Just give it a chance. If we all can agree to

eliminate the threat by destroying the nukes.”

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A new judge appointed to the supreme court

angers dissenters; they don’t agree.

The turmoil spills into the courts

where laws are muddied and can’t protect

those who stand to honor and abide

by their conscious convictions what they feel is right.

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None can promise a way to spare

the country or world of problems shared.

All is in chaos wherever one lives,

memorial sites are erected for victims now dead.

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Where are we headed?

Where is the foundation we built our lives on?

For what once was there is all but gone.

Is what we see, and what we hear

a repeat of the past, or more of the same?

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There is no place where there is no strife,

where greed and corruption is not at home.

Where can one go where their soul is free?

Where there is no hate, death threats, or pain?

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I lift my eyes and train my ears where cometh the sound

of a distant trumpet, and God’s Son appears on the clouds.

I’ll not worry, nor fear what happens on this earth,

or what one can do to me,

for what I know to be true

is that it is His Kingdom that will come and reign.

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2016

Posted April 16, 2016 by Joyce in My Writings, Poems, poetry, Politics

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Securing my own ‘nest’

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Spring brings everyone outdoors once warm weather hits like a brilliant sun on a clear blue sky. Everything seems new again; blooms with delicate petals opening like arms raised to the sky in praise. Grass and trees with new buds so small it is hard to see with the naked eye, but slowly we begin to see new growth and even the birds and small game come out to celebrate the new season.

This squirrel nest is in our neighbor’s tree which hangs its low branches over the fence and into our yard, so from our back yard swing I am able to see the trees as they turn green in the spring, or yellow gold in autumn.

I have watched and wondered about whether the nest might get knocked out by a strong chinook wind, or blowing snow storm. When I saw no activity near it I even wondered if it was abandoned. But, one recent morning I noticed a squirrel climbing out of it as it hopped down onto the branches below.

Our dog, Maggie loves to go after the squirrels in our yard who are plentiful anymore, often hurrying along on the top of the fence racing to the end before she can lunge at them, but they know she is not fast enough or large enough to gain advantage over them so they tease her, screeching, twitching and snapping their tails as if slapping at her. They seem carefree, unafraid of anything happening around them. I watch them, and think, what if we could have that same feeling of unconcern in our world and take each day without anxiety, or stress.

Life can be unpredictable, never certain. We face the realities of our times, and the circumstances in which we find ourselves in, and our world can seem in jeopardy of falling apart. It can be our home, our comfort zone, or our very life that can hang in the balance because there is no monopoly on our tomorrows, only a down payment on our todays. What we put into our ‘todays’ can affect what we leave behind. A legacy that defines us, like a footprint left in this world where we’ve walked can make a difference. Recent events, terrorist attacks, political upheaval, the election woes with its unpredictable outcome, whatever it is, catastrophic storms or events can bring down our nest, our world. A strong wind can shake us, upset our nest, but a storm we have no control over can destroy us.

There is much said about securing our borders, our transportation systems, our investments, economy.” but, it is my own ‘nest,’ my own foundation that I am more focused on building and securing. Sure, I will make my mark, vote my choice, express my voice, but all else I leave in God’s hands where I can trust His judgement, His control, not that of a campaigning candidate, or world leader.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2016) 

 

 

Welcome April

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After all the snow

The sun shines; it’s warming up

And that is no joke 🙂

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2016 

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