Now

To be busy learning is amazing

But sometimes it's such a challenge

To figure out what to focus on

But my summer projects seem to be in place

As I help with a website,

Turn stories into songs

And continue writing a children's book

It's funny how life seems so slow

And yet by the end of the week 

Things have been accomplished

And so life continues

Moment by moment

In a lovely bit of now

Juggling

I've never actually learned

To juggle things

To toss one at a time into the air

And then to catch them just long enough 

To redirect them up again

But for it to work there must be no panic

Instead a rhythm must be found

That propels each piece to move 

In its pattern as its needed

While still being ready to respond to

The next piece approaching

Social Media

Exploring different social media

And discovering

They can each fill different niches

Facebook reaches out to friends

Instagram can broaden my knowledge 

Of community

Twitter informs about the world

How can each be used for positive?

Look And Live

Repentance is a word under debate

Jesus said to the woman

"Sin no more"

While Moses told those bit by the snake

To look

At the bronze snake on the pole

And live

An inner recognition of needing help

An external prompt to change

Or a call from John the Baptist

To repent

Each gets people to the same place 

Of new life

Even as different key words

Are employed

To produce the change in the individual

Integrity

This word gets tossed around

In many circles

But what does it mean

To how I live my life?

How does it colour my view 

Of the world?

How does it filter what

I listen to

Or what I say?

The goal that I am whole

Of one piece

And that what you see

Is what you get

Celebration

This is not it--

But the metrical verse has begun

As I write the stories in prose first

And then compress them even further

Into a song to sing

And this journey has taken just under 

One year!

The first poems for my blog were penned

Last June

And now my first two metrical pieces

Are ready to sing

Thank You Lord, for this journey.

Change

Twenty three years ago today

A little baby girl became part of our family

And now she's all grown up

Married

And living in another city

Lord, the changes just never end

From birth to death

It sometimes seems the only constant

Is change

As I walk up my country hill

It is the changes of the seasons

That I notice the most

And yesterday's walk in the woods

Revealed jack in the pulpits and trilliums

That soon will be finished for the season

And faded into the background