As many of you know, Karl and I began Poems From Oostburg,Wisconsin in December 2009. A lot can happen in 10 years! Hope you enjoy this selection of poems. I still hope to create a print book from this blog, which is my primary site, with Karl’s help and photos. There will be a page with careful credits, and also with dates and places for Karl’s photos (this will take time and patience). Sometimes, with posts over time, we realize we have achieved more than we knew. No small thing to begin and create a blog. Sometimes I’ve wondered if I can continue; and then I rest and trust and return. And begin another season of work, by God’s grace.
older now used books settle in their new home
All the Way Home: Aging in Haiku (2019) Edited by Robert Epstein Middle Island Press West Union, WV
loved for years and now I know your name blue chicory
Years ago, when I helped with my mother’s care, I was always alert to what might be on the floor, to guard against falls. She used a walker, and was trained by therapists and so careful. After her passing, I would continue to pick up a piece of paper in a store or parking lot, thinking of her. I would tell this story to others who observed.
We watch for opportunities to take someone’s cart from the parking lot to the store, if that seems appropriate and helpful. Karl and I shop together.
Now it is best to allow myself to be helped, and I am so grateful for the kindness and service at the stores and restaurants where we go.
We drive home on all the roads we know so well. Some might look a little bleak now. Karl wonders about new construction and keeps an eye on things. Being comfortable in a new place took time for me, and while I know sometimes over decades I needed to change, this time I am grateful I was able to stay. And feel at home. So I know I see some things differently now, than a new person might see.
It can take time for some in our lives to accept changes, as we age and/or health needs change. When the caregiver needs to retire in the sense of physical work, but always cares. I stay close to home now.
Yesterday in a parking lot, I saw a garbage can tipped over. And I knew their staff would take care of it right away. Time for me to go home. Rest, complete a post with one of Karl’s photos.
A peaceful grey day here, with steady rain. The evergreens are so beautiful. We are also still seeing geese flying in formation. Spring, Summer, Fall – all so glorious. Yet I think I love this time most of all. Yesterday I went to Target and the brown fields had a covering of frost. I guess whatever time it may be is the best time. The wonder of seasons, wherever we are.