September 20,2009

Oh what a beautiful morning, Oh what a beautiful day! I have been blessed to see another beautiful day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it.

I woke up much earlier than usual this morning, after pouring myself a cup of coffee I went out on the balcony to read and enter my thoughts in my journal for today.

I began to reminisce about my childhood, I remember that school always started in September and we wore sweaters because it was cool and we needed them. I vividly remember hating the blue skirt, white blouse, blue cardigan with brass buttons and the blue and white saddle oxfords required by the school I attended. I remember that the State Fair of Texas was in October (I think it still is) but now it's a whole month instead of two weeks. Getting back to my original thought the reason this mattered is because we wore light weight jackets on our day to attend. The we/our I am speaking of are my siblings.

This propelled me into a state of wondering and from wondering to pondering. I don't know why, but I started to ponder on green grass in winter. In my childhood grass turned brown in winter, so what has changed from then to now, why is there green grass in winter? This naturally started me to think about global warming and on and on until these words popped out from this deep thinking."THE OBSTINATE GREEN GRASS OF WINTER". Just like that, "THE OBSTINATE GREEN GRASS OF WINTER". I knew that eventually this would be a poem, so I prepared myself to be receptive when the rest of the words came forth. It didn't happen until I got quiet and still. Here is what I received. Just for the record I post these poems just as I receive them and will probably go back at a later date to improve on them or not.

September 19,2009

I was trying to decide what to write about today and I remembered one of the survey questions ask "Who is your favorite poet". I could not answer this question because my favorite poet changes each time I read the poetry of great poets, known and unknown. I have been blessed to receive a poem a day from poemhunters.com for several years and I am floored by some of the poems I receive. When I receive the poem of the day and the name of the author I usually google the bio of the author to learn more about he/she, and to my surprise most of the poems were written in the 1800's or before.

Today I will share a poem written by Oliver Wendell Holmes, which took my breath away with it's beauty. Mr. Holmes stands among the finest specimens of American wit and humor; his writings are classed among the best of their kind. His prose is delighted by the frequent occurance of brilliant and original thoughts. He stands in the temple of American literature, among the most brilliant and popular writers. Mr. Holmes was born in Cambridge, MA on August 29,1809 and he died on October 7,1894.

This is beautiful, it actually takes my breath away each time I read it!

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grannym



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September 18,2009

Sitting on the balcony today the blue sky is concealed by the gray clouds once again. The temperature is cool and pleasant. As I sat and enjoyed the cooler temp, I came to the realization that it is almost Fall. Fall, the season that I love best, the season of my birth. Relishing the coolness and the warm (good) feeling, you might even call it renewed energy. I began to wonder why is Fall called Fall? Who determined that it should be called Fall? Was it because the temperature falls to a lower degree, was it because the leaves fall from the trees, or was it because they change from the green of spring and summer to the many shades of orange, brown and yellow, preparing for the stark nakedness of winter? The journey is in full swing.

September 17, 2009

It has been raining in my little town in Texas for seven days now. I love drizzling rain, so I have enjoyed it immensely. Today there was a break and I went out on the balcony to get a breath of fresh air. While sitting there I peered into the gray coverage to see a speck of blue and yes, sunshine behind the gray high above it. The thought came to me that even though we don't see it, the sky is always blue.

In this journey called life we have our ups and downs, our trials and tribulations, our failures and our successes. When the clouds of life obstruct your view, remember through the clouds, high up above them the sky is always blue. Thus the journey begins.