Reflections – Thursday, September 22, 2016

Carol A. Hand

A grey drizzly morning, this first day of fall
The singing trees of yesterday now emptied
of their feathered traveling visitors

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Leaves, still green, rustling in the breeze
signaling the changing seasons
Blades of grass bejeweled with shining droplets
remnants of last night’s rain

It’s too wet to harvest beans and broccoli just yet

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But there are always more student papers to grade
Another sacred task – one that nourishes mind and spirit

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Reflections Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Carol A. Hand

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Electric current arcing from cloud to cloud, strobe-lighting earth and sky

Thunder booming in rolling echoes between the ridge and the inland-sea

Torrential rain cleansing sun-parched land before the raging storm passes by

Rich scents of wet earth and fresh ozone linger as witnesses of nature’s power once again rest peacefully

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Photo: Cloud-to-cloud Lightening (Wikimedia

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Reflections – Thursday, August 25, 2016

Carol A. Hand

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Gazing at an unmowed lawn
watching as wild flowers blossom after dawn
and turn into a golden garden dancing with the gentle breeze
Flowers bow gracefully now and then under the weight of feeding bees

We’re connected in this timeless moment
the sunshine, flowers, bees, and breeze – and me
Simply celebrating life peacefully – as it was meant to be

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Note: It’s a strange thing. This is not what I would have chosen to write today. As I work on the details of a syllabus for a research class I’ll be teaching in a few weeks, I am dealing with the serious issue of protecting “human subjects” from harm.  Yet, this poem came this morning as I sat thinking about the assignments I still need to describe. I trust it came to mind for a reason. It does help me remember to be grateful for the ability to find beauty in the most ordinary, unexpected places. I hope it does the same for those who read it.

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Reflections – The Master’s Tools

Carol A. Hand

Learn the master’s tools well

But don’t let them blind you to beauty

Don’t let them silence your song

Don’t let them harden your heart

Don’t let them deaden your dreams

Don’t let them white-wash your wisdom

Don’t let them extinguish your hope for the world that could be

Use them wisely with vision and love to sing a new world into being

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climatis flowers

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Reflections – Friday, August 5, 2016

Carol A. Hand

The Bergamot (bee balm) bows and blows in the breeze

as a Brobdingnagian (big, big, BIG) bumble bee dines

in spite of its already bulging pollen-clad knees.

Where is my camera!,” the wishful would-be photographer whines…

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Image: Microsoft Word Clip Art

Note:

Fortunately Microsoft clip art provided the perfect substitute above. Following is the best I could do today…

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bee on cone flower

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Reflections – Saturday, July 30, 2016

Carol A. Hand

Ah, the challenge of maintaining my discipline to continue editing! I’ve been through this chapter at least twice already and I’m still finding typos, verb tense issues, and sentences that don’t flow.

Escaping to my side porch, looking up at the sky,
feeling thoughts calm as I watch from my retreat.
While puffy cumulus clouds slowly pass by
I try to envision the earth spinning beneath my feet,
the passage of earth orbiting the sun.
I’m just left feeling dizzy before I am done,
but nonetheless ready to continue this onerous task.
When will it be finished? Oh please. Don’t ask…

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clouds

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Reflections – Thursday, July 28, 2016

Carol A. Hand

Watching dragonflies that are almost as big as hummingbirds
glistening golden sunlight reflecting from their gossamer wings
as they flutter and float and zoom about
In awe of their beauty my grateful heart sings

And then an amazing thing happens
One flies up to me and gently kisses my hair
awakening a memory of a walk with my mother
when dragonflies circled about everywhere

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Canada Darner – Aeshna Canadensis (Phil Myers, biokids.umich.edu)

The healing scent of sun-kissed pines, the whispering whir of dragonfly wings
Walking together down wooded paths where our ancestors once roamed
I think of your gentle joyful spirit as I remember these simple miraculous things

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Note:

My mother died almost six years ago only a few miles away from the Ojibwe reservation home where she was born in 1921. We made this walk together thirty years before her death when she was recovering from an allergic reaction to a routine test that almost killed her. I remember her delight with the dragonflies that circled us, protecting us from the swarms of mosquitoes.

About the photograph: After I drafted this, a former student called. As I was sitting out on my back step talking to her, one of the dragonflies settled on the metal railing inches away from me. Ah, where is my camera at such moments! The dragonfly was gone by the time I returned camera in hand, darting teasingly nonstop forever out of camera range. But at least I was able to study the beautiful markings and find a photo on the internet.

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Reflections – Sunday, July 10, 2016

Carol A. Hand

Sitting on my back step a few days ago
A musical voice drew my attention
Oh you’re so beautiful, you make me so happy.”
I peeked through the fence and saw my neighbor,
turning away from the fence to walk home.
She talks to the flowers and plants in my gardens
and always touches my heart with her lovely spirit.

I ran out to invite her into the yard
She already knew about the geranium –
another neighbor rescued it from an early death
and left it as a gift early in the spring
What more could one ask of life than friends
who share the love of life and beauty?

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Sara’s Gift Blooming

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Reflections – Friday, July 8, 2016

Carol A. Hand

Even as storm clouds circle round
a song runs through my mind
reminding me of other times
when ordinary miracles abound

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Clouds reflected in a muddy puddle

How can it be that we let children suffer and die
or harm others and our earth out of mindless fear and heartless greed
when beauty and abundance surround us?
With a heavy heart, I choose to love and sing even as I cry…

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Mid-Morning Moon in June

I think of unexpected gifts that have come my way.
Clouds reflected in muddy puddles
or moonlight high in the morning sky
I join in song about the circle of life as I greet another stormy day…

 

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