Abbe Rolnick's Blog: Abbe's Notes, page 37
August 22, 2019
Letter B
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Don’t ask me why, but the letter B, buzzes in my brain. Be careful, beware, be who you are, be kind, be in sync.
Last month Jim and I filled the truck with our recycling. The abundance of newspapers, the wine bottles, the plastic, and the aluminum cans, make their own statement and keep me humbled. This time however, a nest of bees had nestled inside a cardboard box, making a home.
August 15, 2019
Mother’s teeter tot
Mother's teeter tot
A human scale
Joy moves
A delicate balance
Of Ups and Downs
Held in aged wisdom
~Abbe
August 8, 2019
Markers
Markers
Our future depends
On a child's drawn story
Observation, imagination
Hieroglyphics
Pictured records of life
~Abbe
August 1, 2019
Believe
I believe
In a future
In people
In harmony
In diversity
In common sense
~Abbe
July 25, 2019
Rest Awhile
Golden leaves
Holding tight
A rainbow past
A vibrant life
A tall mast
(rest awhile or fall leaves)
~Abbe
July 18, 2019
I Marvel
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My youngest daughter, Elly, married this past weekend. A magnificent ceremony filled with so much love and consideration for all who attended, that my heart aches with pride, joy, and sadness.
Funny how all emotions swirl inside as we let go and see the newness, the fresh take on love and commitment. Family and friends encased the event with their special devotion to the couple.
I marvel how my children have launched into adulthood, become independent, and forged their own path. As I write, I’m waiting for the funny line to wow you, where I’ll make you laugh. But as I cast my thoughts back into memories, see the lines of growth, I’m struck by the power of love.
July 11, 2019
Wild Side
A ride on wind waves
A dance of swirls
On mountain edge
River power holds
A prayer of comfort
Wild side
~Abbe
July 5, 2019
The Egyptian Loop
One year ends
Another begins
The gap between
Pharaohs planned in millenniums
Fore Thought
Vision and determination
Their journey to above
Began Below
~Abbe
June 20, 2019
Old Soul
I’ve often wondered if I was a throw-back,
a soul that came before, and if so, how did that affect me? Even now, as I look
into the eyes of my grand-kids, I sense times of long ago, and hold onto
old-fashioned ways. I followed in the
footsteps of my Bubbie in her world of baking from scratch. Each recipe held a
story: matzo balls, gefilte-fish, strudel, mandel bread and chicken soup told
of her history. Her essence was
tradition. I clung to the old ways with
a sensibility that pulled me inward.
June 13, 2019
Be Ready
Slow and steady
Life's dreams
Come in streams
A trickle
Often fickle
Be Ready
Slow and steady
~Abbe
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