Abbe Rolnick's Blog: Abbe's Notes, page 20
December 8, 2022
Flower Bee
Amongst the glamour
Of movie stars
All clammer
For attention
Unseen are the worker bees
Who tend the queen
Flowers flash their color
A showy display
For future days
The universe thrives
As do their hives.
December 1, 2022
Thoughts I Ponder with the Universe
Who would you like to talk to the rest of your life?
I notice that everyone is wrong, and no one is right so why do we fight?
Sentimental declarations are records of a moment of clarity.
It isn’t always about you, or me, or anyone else, it might just be.
The laziness of labels stifles thoughtful contemplation makes us more ignorant, denies growth.
The universe answers back with more ponderings.
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November 30, 2022
Abbe’s Ruminations – November 2022
Can you see me? I’m not very tall. I’ve been that way since day one. Although when you’re born, no one thinks about that. They’re enthralled by the pudgy cheeks, the dimple, and that you were born with eyebrows and curls. No one ever notices height.
Can you hear me? (If this was a live performance, I’d ask you to move the microphone up or down—remember I’m not tall) I never heeded the saying, kids are to be seen, but not heard. If you are small all bets are off on this one.
I learned early on to speak my mind with authority. I’ve a commanding voice when out in public. Here is an example of how three hunters once described me to my partner as they came down from hunting on our private road. “Watch out for the crazy lady who patrols the road. “She’s a mother bear -her voice echoes- and she took up the entire roadway. Shooed us away with her bellows” Yes, that was little old me.
There’s no denying that size matters, as does the cold, the rain, and anything that impedes one’s way.
My desire to walk in the late afternoon has been hampered by the rain and wind, the rotation of the sun in the sky, and the onset of daylight-saving time.
I don’t like being wet or cold or a walking duck as cars whip by. Here is my solution. I bought a Land’s End quilted down coat, hooded, and treated to be water repellent. Genuis. I also bought On-Cloud running shoes—also waterproof. Here is the result. I promise you; I have not been compensated by anyone for these recommendations.
I bought these online—I shop this way because no store carries clothes or shoes that are my size. I bought with wisdom and purpose—also to be truthful, they looked great on the models.
I tried out the ensemble on Halloween, a 25- minute walk to my daughter’s home, where 1000’s of children and families paraded through the decorated neighborhood. With a spring in my step, I allowed the wind and rain to pour down. The hood blocked the wind, and I felt like Snow White, striking in elegance, a proud woman of substance. One to turn heads.
In fact, many cars stopped to let me through, people waved, pedestrians paused to greet me, chit-chat, or moved aside. Yes, Yes, I proclaimed inside my new coat, this is the ticket—white elegance. That is until I returned home and looked in the mirror. I suspect the vision onlooker's saw wasn’t Snow White, but the Pillsbury Dough Boy, or the Marshmallow Woman. I recalled the time I had donned a hazmat outfit at a police citizens training—and awkward ball lumbering along.
No matter. I took off my winter costume, to find myself. I stood tall, powerful, and perfectly aligned. I was seen, I was protected, and felt comfortable. Isn’t that the definition of home; a person feeling comfortable in one’s own skin, being seen by others for what they are, not a projection of perfection.
I have no memory of when I was an adorable baby. Throughout life as I moved from one setting, one milestone to next, the constants within me have blossomed changed but ultimately melded into an ageless being. I brought myself home, nurtured my older self. I proclaim--elders are to be seen and heard.
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November 24, 2022
Tend Your Internal Garden
Welcome nighttime
When the eyes close
Over the day
Darkness covers the wilting sadness
Spent flowers rest
Sleep regenerates
Understanding
Light pries
open the eyelids
Growth awakens.
November 17, 2022
Silent Sounds
Outside the baseline
A confluence of
Insects, bird, nocturnal creatures
Buzz, sing, howl
Fill the void
Calls me to attention.
As the wind stills
A storm brews
A tidal, waves
The hush asks
Where are you?
November 10, 2022
New Songs
Five beats of tempo
Open the door
To insight
Can you wait
As the decision
Made
Needs a path
More beats to
Form music
November 3, 2022
A Gift
Take me as I am
But
I can choose
For I will not
Fill your holes
I only give my heart to
Someone who expands theirs.
October 27, 2022
Scavengers
The groundwork of years in full bloom
Gone with the wind
You let bygones be bygones
Lifestyles uprooted and replanted
You forage the garden of life
And discover fruits and seeds
Intermingled
Hybrids begin again.
October 26, 2022
Abbe’s Ruminations – October 2022
When the dark set in, I waited petrified as the white of light moved into night. I’m not sure when the fear came to me or why, but it coincided with my parents moving me out of a shared bedroom with my sister into the redone den.
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October 20, 2022
Intersections
Ambition alone is only ardent desire
Aspiration is the making of dreams
Inspiration applies a vision
Motivation creates a plan
Only when they intersect is there success
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