Unpleasant tasks

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Certain jobs are unpleasant to do

I postpone them as long as I can

Then I postpone them some more

Organizing my tax papers

Calling the roofers

Or the contractor I need to call

All kinds of paperwork

Visiting the bank adviser

Gardening and especially weeding

These are the tasks I avoid

Is there a solution?

I don’t know

They say you can’t wait to feel like it before you start

You just set a time and do it whether you want to or not

Today is one of those days

And I’m postponing my tasks

It’s much more fun to read and write

But I’m an adult and sometimes

I need to do those unpleasant tasks that need to be done

April 6th, 2021

Reaching out

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The desire to communicate has always been strong in me

Communicating what I think and feel

Things that are not that unique

Things that are relatable 

Things others may have experienced as well

Or putting things in new ways

Sharing something they might not have paid attention to

The desire to reach out has always been strong

The need to create links with others 

Connect the hearts

Create a sense of unity 

Create bonds with shared realities

Celebrate life 

Reflect on the sad times

And share the lessons learned

The desire to reach out has always been strong

April 4th, 2021

Photographs

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The beautiful landscape of Switzerland

The dreamy lakes and the majestic mountains

The emerald trees and the lovely pelicans and

The ducks and the geese swimming in groups

Are seen and framed by the eyes of the artist

The right angle is chosen and the right lighting

The artist sees and captures the beauty of

The loan boat on a foggy lake

The row of trees reflected in the water

The yellow widow pane that opens to a lovely field 

The broken glass that tells a tale of sorrow

The homes of the pelicans atop the tall trees

The fiery leaves of the fall

The lone red bench standing in water and

The swans parading on the lake

All subjects are worthy and are turned into art

These photographs belong in studios and magazines

And yet they are taken for our eyes

We are grateful to be exposed to their beauty 

And to be uplifted by them

We are thankful for the eyes and the heart that capture them

And offer them to us as a gift

March 22nd, 2021

A year like no other

Another season comes to a close

Another year wraps up

It was a year with many challenges

We were caught off guard all over the world

It was a year that showed us the world is one country 

And that we are interdependent 

It was a year of sorrow and heartache 

A year of the triumph of science

A year that showed us our world has many ailments and is need of a competent physician 

A year that told us that the world has grown weary and is in need of rejuvenation 

Our responsibilities are grave

We can’t wait for others

We must act

We must do our share to heal this ailing world of ours

Healing will come through love and the acknowledgment of our oneness

Healing will require compassion and justice

The road to recovery is long and arduous 

But we are on that road and we will arrive one day

March 18th, 2021

The writer’s canvas

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“A painter paints pictures on canvas

Musicians paint their pictures on silence”

A writer paints her picture on the tablet of the readers’s heart

Words are the paint

Some vibrant

Some subdued

Words are the paint

Sometimes splashed across the page in rage

Sometimes applied with gentleness 

Words are the paint

They create a masterpiece

From ordinary subjects

Words are the paint

The colours endless

Words are the paint

The pictures they paint bubble up

From the soul of the writer and

Mesmerize the observer

Words are the paint

The paining a reflection of the spirit of the writer 

March 16th, 2021 

My hopes for the spring

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The spring is returning

The snow is melting

The sun is shining

The birds are singing their song

Nature revives and

Birds return from their trips to warmer climes

I hope the ice of prejudice in our hears melts too

And we see each other as brothers and sisters

I hope the colour of our skin is seen a source of diversity

Not of separation and superiority 

I hope we focus on the wellbeing of others, not just our own

I hope our characters are beautified like the flowers that will bloom

I hope we educate our children morally as well as scientifically

I hope women are treated as equals with dignity and respect

I hope the darkness of prejudice, envy and greed 

Will give way to the light of the dawn

I hope flowers of justice, equality and trustworthiness will bloom

All I can do is to do may share, to play my part

To set lofty goals and serve my community

All I can do is to refine my character

To be diligent and conscientious

All I can do is practice moderation

Show respect and  be compassionate

This is all I can do

This is all we can do

To beautify the world

As this spring arrives

March 11th, 2021

Perfect no more

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There was a time when I was a perfectionist

I would agonize over things

But that time is passed

I’ve learned we’re all imperfect

And it’s OK to acknowledge that

Perfection is a prison

Our ‘self’ is the prisoner

I left that prison some time in the past

Actually you can bond over your flaws with your friends

Isn’t it stressful to have a perfect friend?

We all strive for perfection

But we don’t have to reach it every time 

My knitting teacher told me long ago

That flaws are part of hand knitted things

It’s what sets them apart from machine made ones

It makes them unique and one of a kind

Now, I do what I do with heart and soul

But it’s OK if I don’t reach perfection

This is so liberating I find

Flaws are part of a well-lived life

February 23rd, 2021

An ocean of snow

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It’s an ocean of snow

Ripples in the snow are like gentle waves 

And amid this ocean of snow

Are standing you and I

Seemingly apart

Seemingly drowning in the white snowy landscape

But we are still standing tall

We have not given up

We are defying the odds

We have faith that spring will return

That the snow will melt

And that we will start our lives over again

February 2021

Covid 2

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Covid, covid, you’ve been with us for a year now

That’s a long time

That’s twelve months, 365 days, actually more

Are we used to you?

Somewhat

People can get used to the strangest of things

People can survive years in captivity

What we have with you is nothing like that

Yet we complain

We ask, where did our freedom go?

Where did our fun disappear to?

Why can’t we socialize like we used to?

We still have a lot of freedom though

We can zoom from morning till noon

iChat in the afternoon

Send messages on WhatsApp all day long 

We can socialize all we want

Yes, it’s different now

But just imagine what it would be like  

If we didn’t have the web?

February 1st, 2021