Yesterday heaven came to visit me…

painting and Calligraphy by Jeanne

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yesterday heaven came to visit me….

On my couch were my son, Owen, Annika granddaughter, Oliver, grandson, and Don, tech showing slideshows of family over the past 40 years.

The music accompaniment was Enya. Annika (8) had her iPad and she played the keyboard to match the sounds of Enya. It was magnificent harmony.

Meanwhile Oliver (6) moved a virtual crane on his iPad.

Owen texted his wife Emily who was home treating her sinus infection, but felt lonely for her family. So they left, bringing her nutritional goodies to help her heal.

But first, they cleaned up lunch and all the toys used to celebrate their wonderful imaginations!

Owen remarked: See I’m just like you, Mom. I clean up before I move to the next activity.

I entrusted Emily’s favorite chocolate bar to him. (Medicine for the family nurse and mother)

Matryoshka Love

In I Go
Discoveries I Make
Five Layers Under

Five years unfold.
I see more to trust and enjoy!
FIRST There was the black aura which led to mystery.
SECOND There was the music which played on guitar, ukulele, and keyboard.
THIRD There was the careful scheduling which brought your wife’s frenzies to rest.
FOURTH There was the concentrated listening which made every in-law and relative feel valued, appreciated and known.
FIFTH There were your parents who bring simplicity and order to all of us.
They elevate the details to tributes of love and esteem.
They designate cat fur exotic, the cat hospice the Taj Ma-hal
Insects become et-cet-er-as!
BRING THEM ON, ALL THE TINY MINISCULE DOLLS. I’m listening

Pattern #27 Wireless

Michael
Photo by Quenby

Blue Tooth, Keyboard, Mouse,
Network, Portal, Signal, Range,
GPS blink-blinks!

You might like “Progress” by Julie Cadwallader-Staub
I did not just drag and drop.
I did not just haul a burden so heavy
that my hands, arms, and shoulders
gave way
and I had to let it go.

Neither did I just browse.
I did not get on my hands and knees
and join the gentle cows
to slowly sample
whatever the open field had to offer.

Instead, I sat here at my desk
manipulating a mouse
which is not, in fact, a mouse
and I searched
for something on the web
that is not, in fact, a web.

And isn’t this how we move forward:

with horsepower for jet engines
and candlepower for light bulbs
we take what we understand from one era
to describe
what we don’t
in the next.

Send A Letter

To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart. Phyllis Theroux

I key in a poem in Notebook on my iPad;
I type daintily on my keyboard;
I dance the Palmer Method Handwriting Tango on scrap paper;
Then stage the production in snail mail.

I want to send my heart,
Deftly, slowly, choreographed with curtains
Addressed with fervor:
A choice gift that’s certain.