haiku

April 20, 2011

My husband told me the city of Col. wants to work with him to do poetry in the parks.

poets in the park
create sparks, watch them fly up
into the night sky

poem for a student

April 16, 2011

A young 2009 graduate who I only knew from working with him at a housing project with children, died in a hit & run accident this week. He was riding his bike on a Florida small highway, was hit by a car whose driver didn’t take the time to stop and assist, parts of his bicycle strewn all across the road. This is written in his memory.

Memories of Bryan Wrigley at Grant Homes

 

Every day, you came,

to serve the children,

got them settled

to begin their work,

 

You wouldn’t take 

no for an answer,

sat them down,

Put pencil to paper,

 

Quietly calling them all by name,

Firmly, but gently,

You made their learning a game,

 

Elijah, Devonte, Craig, Kalim,

Jordan, Diamond, Dynasty, Akim,

 

You quieted voices

of children in need,

of 10-year-old children

who couldn’t read,

 

You gave them a father figure,

and a friend,

Some they knew cared deeply

just for them,

 

Inasmuch as ye have done to the least of My brethren,

So ye have done it unto Me, *

Of all the ways you are remembered by others,

This one is special to me.

 

How we affect the hearts of children

may be how our life is measured, 

To none is known the time we have,

how many years we are given,

 

What more could any parent ask,

than our child burn so brightly

as to light another’s path,

 

For we know, beyond a doubt,

we will meet again,

in His “World without end,

Amen, amen.”

 

*Matthew 25:40

we all work too hard

April 14, 2011

It occurs to me that we all work too dang hard. This is most people. This is America. Hard working people with strong beliefs and ethics. We work so hard just to pay our bills, have a little groceries and a tv set. Some of us busted our backs earning a PhD and it’s still that way. We LOVE our work, we are dedicated to what we do, but there’s no extra money, there’s no yacht, much vacation, luxuries, or even new clothes. I just think people in America are working too dang hard for very little return. Unions have become the bad guy, corporate America keeps raking in the profits, Congressmen serve themselves and live in some other world on the opposite side of the moon, and the world is crazy. Everyone’s running around working hard and trying to move up, and we all basically manage to just tread water. Today, 1 in 10 are even losing their HOMES. This just isn’t fair. Something is very wrong w/ this picture. It makes me very sad when I can’t even help my kids out because we can barely pay our own bills. There was a time in my long life that we lived without hot water. My mother lived in the same town and didn’t help us out. I can’t imagine watching my kids go through that and not paying their gas bill, especially when those were my grandkids in that house. But that’s just me. I think sometimes BECAUSE of what I’ve been through, I am even more sensitive to it. We all have to find our own way in life. But when you’re a mom, you just don’t want your kids to suffer. I think at my age, I pictured life a little different by this time. I am HAPPY, it’s just that you look around and realize, most of America is in this same spot, but those at the top of Banks, Insurance companies and Politics just keep on arguing about who else below them they can rip off somehow. They will cut it all before they TAKE a cut and show themselves worthy of anyone’s respect. But it doesn’t matter and they know it. They just keep doing it. Because they can.

poetry music & friends

April 14, 2011

Last night my husband’s poetry night had nearly 30 people and 18 of them did some poetry and/or music. The diversity was STUNNING. We had everything from Country music singing about Jesus, to a poem about who goes to jail for 25 to life (by me, thank u very much), to excellent musicians that could bring down any house, to a couple who sing together and harmonize on the spot….. it was a stunning night, that’s all I can say. Many good friends and expression of who they are. This morning all I can do is give thanx.

Agnew connections

April 9, 2011

Recently a relative from my dad’s side contacted me out of the blue. It is a new link to another side of the Agnew family I am extremely happy about. Brother to my grandpa Agnew was her great grandpa. When God closes a door, He always opens a window. Count on it.

Other than that, life threw me a curveball last week I am still getting over. Learn to always do your best, Know that it’s not good enough for some people and that is their problem. I know my best is good enough for God, and that’s good enough for me. The rest is piddle.

can’t say what I’m thinkin’

April 1, 2011

I have recently realized, the really important things that I am learning and thinking in life, I can’t really post on a blog because someone might see it who won’t understand it. I picture people in the future reading my blog or somehow gaining access to old e-mails and thinking, “Wow, she really didn’t think deeply at all!” when in reality, it is just that the truly important lessons in life are not for the world to see on a blog!

Tonight I am thankful for my husband’s listening ear and support,

I am thankful for the blessings of God in my life,

I am thankful that I’ve been around the block enough times, that the roadblocks people sometimes put in my way are something I’ve learned to walk around and avoid.

I am thankful that life has thrown me yet another curve ball that I had to get over, to know that I am a good person, I try my absolute best, I work my absolute hardest, and I am damn awesome!!

and I am so thankful that I live in the south, where the sun was warm on my face today. Thank you Sun.

and thankful for the awesome evening with friends at an art show, music and poetry night. It was fun and relaxing.

women in the Middle East

March 27, 2011

Women in the Middle East

News reports abound

of freedom fighters,

Currently known as rebels,

they are those on the ground,

attempting to overthrow a dictator,

some sort of madman

who doesn’t care how many houses are pummeled

with his rockets,

how many bodies lie lifeless in his city’s streets,

He piles the bodies for all to see.

A widow mourns her husband,

Tells those who are listening

 to continue the fight,

She is 7 months pregnant,

Her dead husband killed by a sniper’s bullet,

In his 27th year.

The news is a sea of men’s faces,

the horror unfolds before our eyes,

Men in the streets wounded,

bleeding, chanting,

and I wonder, “Where are the women?”

They are somewhere hiding,

Behind the walls,

clutching their frightened children,

shielding their ears, wiping their tears,

because this is what women do.

This is what we have ALWAYS done,

the nurturing of the race,

And whether or not

It is in our biology,

or imbedded in our DNA,

It is simply the role we have always played,

A pregnant belly, our body changing,

Over the course of a year,

It  teaches us certain things,

Preservation of life is encoded, mapped onto,

And merged with, our sense of “self”,

Hundreds of Egyptian women

Poured into the protest on city streets,

Their men derided them,

Beat them down,

Told them to go home – where they belonged,

A Western reporter,

Separated from her colleagues

Is beaten and raped by the “freedom fighters,”

Another woman runs into a Libyan hotel,

Screaming she was held for the last 2 days,

Beaten and raped by government supporters,

We watch her on CNN news,

And as we are watching,

They return, and take her away

In a government car.

Later Libyan reports say she was insane,

And a former prostitute,

And I think, “I will never forget her face.”

World leaders discuss

How many torrents of rockets

Will bring peace in the Middle East,

And I think always,

The stories of women

Are hidden beneath the stories of men,

I can’t even imagine the stories of children

With their mothers, hiding, protecting them,

And I want these to be the headline stories,

The ones to come before the men’s,

But always,

Men are arguing, validating war,

Always, Women suffering,

Children even more.

Bahai jokes during the fast

March 19, 2011

Next-to-last day of the Baha’i fast. I was just thinking how we like to sometimes joke about it. You can’t do that w/people not fasting. For one thing, they think we’re dying. We’re not. It’s actually healthy to fast. If you do not have some pre-existing medical condition (in which case u are obliged not to fast), it is perfectly healthy. Just darn uncomfortable. We get tired. You can’t go your usual rate of 100 mph. You really must slow down. We take naps when possible. But we get through it.

sometimes we send each other e-mails, “Boy I sure would like a frosted donut right about now!” — “Hey, I was just thinking how good such&so tastes for lunch!”

We talk about how we feel, what our bodies are doing. “I am so tired, I feel like I’m getting sick. My hands are cold.” We feel sorry for ourselves. We’re really not the most FUN people to be around during our fast.

Many of us never cheat. We do not eat or drink a drop from sun-up to sundown. Others of us cheat. Sometimes we feel like we just can’t make it. Sometimes we are super-stressed. The rest of the world doesn’t give a hoot if this is the month of Baha’i Faith fast, so life at our jobs continues at its same pace. This makes it difficult, if not impossible sometimes, not to cheat. You can’t let your students suffer, or your clients, and you can’t mess up at work because you’re fasting. My daughter drives a fork lift. You can’t be foggy-minded while driving a forklift. So she continues w/ caffeine. If I teach a night class, I eat BEFORE sundown. Things like that. Sometimes I have one cup of coffee, mid-morning, before teaching. My class will be better. We don’t get struck by lightning or think we will “go to hell” when this happens.

We also joke about not being able to think straight. Fasting does take its effect. We know this and we accomodate to it. You are not at your absolute best! It is supposed to be difficult, an exercise in sacrifice, an exercise in self discipline. It is never easy.

Some people get a cold (sneeze or cough) and say, “Oh wow, I’m sick, I’d better not fast today!” Then they take a couple days off.

If you travel at least 9 hours, you are not obligated to fast from the time you leave on the trip, to the time you return home. There is a wisdom to the Baha’i fast, we do not put ourselves in danger while driving or traveling! Baha’u’llah was very wise. So, many times Bahai’s take a day trip. When we lived in Indiana we’d take the 2-hour drive to Chicago, mess around in the city for the day, go see the Baha’i temple (which is the only one in North America), and then return home, making sure we take at least 9 hours, in which case, we would go out to lunch, or have snacks and coffee on the road! We are a funny lot.

This time of year makes me feel close to all my Baha’i companions all the way around the globe. In every continent, same time of year, all the Baha’is, if they are between ages 15-70, not pregnant, sick or have some other physical condition that would mean they should never fast, ARE ALL FASTING. For MOST of us, this time of year puts us all on MORE equal footing, for sunrise to sundown times, than if it were in the summer or winter months. For most of the world, the day runs about 12 hours, more or less a few minutes. We know the days are getting longer this time of year, because every single day of the fast, it extends 1-2 minutes. the Muslim fast, for example, changes what time of year it occurs, every year. For us, it’s always March 2nd — 20th.

and we all celebrate the Baha’i new year on March 21st, the first day of Spring, and the Spring equinox.

I’ve been cleaning my house all day today, in preparation for my daughter & her family coming tonight for a couple days. It is a special time of year, when I enjoy the company of others who are also fasting, also Bahai’s.

going after Ghadafi

March 17, 2011

I must say, applause applause to the UN for countries coming together to end the reign of Ghadafi, before he goes “house to house” to “hunt down” his own people as he promised. I hope for the release of these people from the threat of annihilation, before it happens.

and I must say, it seems to me that our President did not go in there like a cowboy, and he garnered the support of the countries of the world before helping to end the reign of this madman. Either that or some of the countries came together with or without the United States, but in any case it is not just one nation now, but a force of some nations coming together to end one oppressive ruler.

16th day of the fast

March 17, 2011

3 days left of the Baha’i fast, which will complete 19 days or 1 Baha’i month. 19 months of 19 days each, with 4-5 days leftover which are the days we give gifts and do service in our communities, and visit friends (that is already past, the end of Feb.). Mar. 21st will be our “New Year” also the 1st day of Spring.

The Baha’i Faith is a worldwide, global religion that believes in the oneness of mankind, and the unity of all the beliefs in the world into one common faith. There is one God, one Creator. It is a lovely faith that respects the spiritual basis and validity of all the world’s major religions.

I am tired tonight and going to bed soon. There are 3 more days to be hungry during the day, to sacrifice something for my Lord. It is not that much to give, really. It unites all the Bahai’s around the world also. It is a special time of year. We are always glad to see it end, but also a little sad.

Of the days of the fast, Baha’u’llah says, “Thou hast endowed every hour of these days with a special virtue, inscrutable to all except Thee, Whose knowledge embraceth all created things.

Thou hast, also, assigned unto every soul a portion of this virtue in accordance with the Tablet of Thy decree and the Scriptures of Thine irrevocable judgment.

Every leaf of these Books and Scriptures Thou hast, moreover, allotted to each one of the peoples and kindreds of the earth.

 (Baha’u’llah, Prayers and Meditations by Baha’u’llah, p. 143)