Sunday, August 28, 2016

Sunday Starbucks poem

Success (an erasure poem based on a Sunday Sports story from the NY Times)

A little more than three years ago,
The man
Told her the future.

The man seemed
An unlikely clairvoyant.
His predictions
Stuck—
Distinctly outlandish:
A romantic rise,
A cash-filled corporate push.

On Sunday:
The future,
Exactly as predicted,

Has arrived. 


Monday, August 22, 2016

Honolulu's Beach Walk Haiku: A Mall on the Streets

Watching people pass.
Each one with a tale
to tell, carried in a bag.



Honolulu hype--
The beach is hidden by stores
Where no soul can shine.

It's about money.
Everything has a high price--
even the sandy beach.

For rent:  chairs, bikes with
floating wheels, shade umbrellas,
mats, boats, snorkeling gear.

But some time past:
Taro fields hugged the waters,
Stars danced in the sky.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Missing Maui


Missing Maui
One day later,
I miss Maui:
The hotel cats on the lush lawns,
The sunset hulas,
guitar music with breezes from the sea.

We walked and talked,
Admiring the aquamarine blanket of water,
The pillowing sand covering our feet
As the tide came in,
Out.

Our son caught sun,
Drank in his fill,
Opened and closed,
Opened again like a flower
On the Golden Shower tree.


We, too, found singular
And coupled rhythms.
And, like the sea,
We ebbed and flowed--
A rhythm we can carry
home.


Sunday, July 31, 2016

A short short story with three more words of happiness.

Timothy's Time

Timothy enjoyed playing with his Tinker Toys,  Building a turning ferris wheel from wooden spools and brightly colored sticks entertained him for hours.  While other children were fixated on their phone screens following Pokemon Go critters here and there, Timothy built things.  Pleasure for Timothy was imaging his next build project, studying architectural plans in books, drawing images of it on scrap paper he picked up from the library, and returning home with ideas sprouting from his the top of his brown, fuzzy head.

His walk home with his mom, past the park and into his neighborhood was a celebration for all that was possible to an five-year-old, freed at last from chemo tubes.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Words to help you do Happy today

Hmmm.  It's interesting that although I am having fun writing mini posts on three-at-a-time of the "happiest words in literature" (Atlantic magazine 7/12/16)--others seems to be passing on my posts.  Oh, well, in spite of the low reader numbers, here we go:

Rainbow:  Of course, I think about "Wizard of Oz" the movie and Judy Garland's iconic song, but I also think about Irish folktales and a pot o' gold, and the scope of the sky when a rainbow arc extends across the desert sky.  All good and happy thoughts.

Smile: Science says that even when you fake a smile, moving the muscles of the mouth to an upward curve stimulates the brain to produce happy hormones.  Try it NOW!

Won: Oh, I could go dark easily and connect this word to the political convention we have just witnessed this week.  But he-who-shall-not-be-named will not come long to this blog post.  So I have to deliberately switch my mind to connect "won" to more light-filled types of contests such as:  a swim meet, educational award, or even romance as "she won his heart forever."  There--love came in through an open window.  Surprise!!

And here's a Buddha Doodle to take that message to another level of love--


Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Wednesday's Win

[the next three "happiest words"]

Joy--gladness, delight, glee, cheer, sunshine, cheefulness (Roget's Thesaurus)

Successful--Last night we watched the movie "The Finest Hours". According to Disney who lost 75 million on the movie, it was not a success.  But we would argue that is was successful to us: it lifted our spirits into the cloudy night, amazed our eyes with its technical beauty, stirred our sense of hope in human perserverance through able acting, and distracted us (successfully) from the political noise on television.

Win--At what age do we learn that to win is better than to lose?  Does it happen before we start school, grades and ranking?  Do we learn it at home from our families, friends?  I am trying to recall when I first sensed that I would not always win (and that winning was happier than losing)--.  My memory goes back to playing jacks with my older cousin, Sarah.

Being older, her fingers and hands were more adept at throwing the ball and scooping the metal pieces into her hands.  I learned that "more" (jacks in hand) were better than fewer and the higher the ball bounced, chances to grab more jacks increased--to a point. But if the ball went too high or too far, all was lost.  I think I was four or five when I learned this.

And I guess I am still learning what it means to win....  Today it means a clean mammogram, results from blood work that need only modest tweaks in medication, and, of course a major win is waking up each morning and being able to breath, move, swim, write.


Monday, July 18, 2016

Three More on Monday

Laughing--I never skip my daily read of newspaper comics. Pearls before Swine, by Stephen Pastis, always helps me start my day laughing.

Excellent--We had excellent baseball seats at Chase Field, thanks to Costco's 1/2 price purchase card.






Laughs--We stayed up a bit late last night and had a few laughs watching tv reruns of "Mash" and the classic "Odd Couple."

[note: these are next 3 "happiest" words from the ATLANTIC 7/12/16 "The 200 Happiest Words in Literature" by Adrienne LaFrance}