Trust is Elusive

Response to today’s one-word prompt: Elusive

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 “I’ve got your back”, she promised me

and she did

until she didn’t.

“I’ll always be here for you”, he said

and he was

until he wasn’t.

“Friends forever!”, we told each other,

but forever was almost never.

“So, who can I trust?” I asked myself,

“I’m a fool to depend on others!”

The answer became very clear to me

and I smiled as I looked in the mirror.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Cherry on Top

Hanging Lake
Hanging Lake

At the end of a steep, mile-long, two-hour climb over uneven rocky terrain near Glenwood Springs, Colorado, you will find spectacular Hanging Lake. It is suspended on the edge of the Glenwood Canyon cliffs. The awe-inspiring beauty of the clear turquoise lake and waterfalls are the cherry on top of a rigorous but stunning hike. My first sight of it was a “WOW” moment, for sure!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Cherry on Top

“I Don’t Know You,” she said…

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Not one, not two, but three times! That’s how many attempts I made to interview a sweet little hospice patient for the life journal her family wanted written about their mother. The first time we met, I introduced myself and told her I wanted to ask her some questions so I could write a story about her life. She wasn’t exactly rude when she turned away from me, but she made it pretty clear that whatever she was focused on outside her nursing home window was exceedingly more important than I was!

I reported back to her family that my visit had not been productive. They assured me they would talk to her. They would remind her this was something they really wanted her to do.

On my second visit, I again introduced myself and asked if we could talk. “But I don’t know you”, she declared, “why would I want to talk to you?”

Third time’s a charm, right? Wrong! I even asked her daughter to be there too, thinking her mother would be more apt to talk if she wasn’t alone with a stranger, but it was just not going to happen!

After the third rejection, I asked the hospice nurse who visited her each day if she would casually ask some questions about her life and report back to me. Over the next month or so, the nurse gathered stories from her and I collected information and pictures from her family. I was able to write a nice narrative about her journey through life.

Several weeks after the hospice nurse delivered the completed journal to her, I received the most delightful note:

 “Dear Hospice Volunteer,

 Thank you for writing my stories and making my book.

 I will cherish it always. I read it over and over.”  

 I was told that for weeks after she received it, she carried the journal around with her daily and showed it to anyone willing to give her a moment of their time. She expressed a desire to meet “the lady who wrote my book”.

So, I made an appointment to “meet” her. Although it was my fourth time there, she did not remember me. “I don’t know you”, she said…again! I pointed to the journal she had proudly displayed on top of her dresser. “But I know you”, I told her, “I’m the one who wrote that!” She looked at the journal, looked back at me and graced me with a smile I’ll never forget! “Oh, thank you, thank you!” she exclaimed. Her voice and posture were tired and weary, but her eyes and her smile were forever young!

 

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Our Journey, My Love

I’m not big into love poems! Mushy romance is not my thing! So when I set out to write a response to today’s one-word prompt “Journey, imagine my surprise when this was the result! Since it feels like a love poem, it’s for my husband; and since it feels like a love poem, don’t expect there to ever be another!

Bring me pretty flowers.

Pour me a glass of wine.

We’ll make music for hours

and write love poems that rhyme.

Take me to the ocean.

Turn the waves into art.

Brush-stroke my emotions

on the canvas of your heart.

Let’s grow old together.

Your journey will be mine.

We’ll watch as the sun begins to set

and the moon begins to shine.

These photos were all taken on anniversary cruises with my husband!

A Purpose

We carelessly squander

and aimlessly ponder

the significance of life

as it passes us by.

With scant concentration

and meek motivation,

we search for fulfillment

but find nothing there.

What good are our choices,

our vision, our voices,

if we don’t use them;

but lock them away?

A purpose! That’s the key

to joy and sanity

or darkness swoops in

and the sun doesn’t shine!

That’s why I write…I’m a little afraid of the dark!

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Grateful Burdens

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As I awake in my nice warm bed from a slumber I don’t really remember, I am aware of the brand new day ahead. I can choose to start a fresh adventure or continue an incomplete pursuit. My first task is simply to decide! Oh, the burdens I bare!

I think of the coffee in the kitchen that will jolt my mind; of how it’s waiting to be poured into some whimsical cup that I have picked up somewhere along the way. With cup in hand I shall ponder; should I read, should I write, should I gaze from my window at the world outside? Oh, the burdens I bare!

I think of the errands that are demanded of me; of the food I shall buy for the meals I’ll prepare in the house I must clean for the people that I love whose clothes I shall wash and iron! Oh, the burdens I bare!

I think of the walk I shall take in the late afternoon along the path under the trees, where the mere existence of limbs and leaves will wrap me like an old, tattered robe. Which way should I go? Over the bridge or down the abandoned route the deer once forged out of habit? Oh, the burdens I bare!

Later in the day – should I go, should I stay? Out with friends or home with family? Beer or wine? Cheese or chocolate? An old movie or a book by the fire? I’m sure to be perplexed by the number of decisions I am required to make. Oh, the burdens I bare!

Next thing I know, it will be time again for sleep and as always, I shall look back on my day! Did I use it wisely? Did I appreciate the efforts of others? 10:00 or midnight? Nightgown or pajamas? Oh, the burdens I bare!

Yes, I am aware these things are not truly burdens at all. And yes, I am aware the burdens of others can be painful and deep; and that in comparison, I have been given paradise on earth. Yes, I am aware of just how blessed I am. Hence it is, in reality, gratitude I feel; not burden!  Oh, these grateful burdens I bare!