The Good Book #Poem

Book, chapter and verse,
Some quote it impressively.
Do they live the Word?

Do they live the Word?
Shakespeare, Thoreau, Emerson…
Truth from any source.

Truth from any source!
Religions choose just a few;
Some leave out the heart.

Some leave out the heart,
But it’s all we really have
To discern the truth!

This is a Shi Rensa Haiku. You can learn how to write one

A Blogging Party #Threethingschallenge

I didn’t have a party when I got my ordination license or any diplomas (Bachelor’s, Master’s, or Doctorate). In fact, the last party I had, or that was held in my honor, was my high school graduation party. That was in June, 2003. So, it’s been a while.

I’ve noticed people having blogging anniversary parties around the web and thought it was a fun idea. However, I never thought I had enough followers to have one of my own. I guess I figured it would be easier, and dare I say less painful? not to have one at all, then to have one and draw little or no interest!

But here is where it ends! Sometime soon, maybe around Christmas, I, too, will have a blogging party! It won’t be an anniversary party, as I started blogging in June 8 years ago. But it will be fun, and I already have some ideas about gifts for all of you!

How about you? Have you ever had a blogging party of your own? Have you attended someone else’s? Or will you go out on a limb with me and host one for the first time?

Written for today’s #threethingschallenge at

“Little Boat” DSE #8 #Music

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I wrote “Little Boat” last month in response to one of
Sue Vincent’s
weekly #Writephoto prompts. If you haven’t heard the original lyre version, including lyrics, you can find it

Today I’m playing the song on two instruments, melody on zither and accompaniment on lyre. This is the eighth in my series of
double strung experiments.

When I started, I didn’t plan on a series of them, maybe just one or two, to see whether, and if so how, I would handle having two sets of strings to play, with one set for each hand. Well, It’s been a success, and I’ve enjoyed arranging pieces to demonstrate the possibilities offered by this unique stringing. And the series was born!

When I do get a double strung harp at some point, I will record these pieces again, so we can all experience the real McCoy! Until then, I hope you’re enjoying these pieces in which the lyre and zither play at the same time!

Thank you for reading, listening, and leaving your comments and feedback!

Bon voyage!

“Kumbaya” DSE #7 #Music

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“Kumbaya,” also spelled “Kum Ba Ya,” is a well-known campfire song. I know I spent many happy Saturday nights around a campfire singing it as a child. Even those who couldn’t sing managed to catch on and make an effort.

No one really knows the song’s origin; in fact, there’s been some controversy surrounding it, as
this article
points out. To me it was, and still is, a common song that I, personally, have used to bring people together.

This is number seven in my
double strung experiments.
You will hear the melody played on zither, which has steel strings, and harmony on the lyre with softer, nylon strings. Notes of the melody and harmony echo each other at times. This is one of the many fascinating effects available on a double strung harp. As usual, it’s easier heard than explained, so I ask that you have a listen, and enjoy this peaceful arrangement!

Conquer Stone #Poem

Water seems a harmless thing,
Yet conquers even stone
By taking down a megalith,
As in the fall of Rome.

Music is the water heard,
Compassion in its tone.
It heals the broken-hearted souls,
Believing they’re alone.

So be the water, be the song
That conquers stone with love!

49 words for Sammi’s
Weekend Writing Prompt #175 – Megalith.

Journey of His Plan #Poem

Give me liberty or give me lemons!
Regardless of which one,
Be they fresh-squeezed or otherwise,
I pray “Thy Will be done!”

A blank canvas I seem to be,
But really I am not,
For God made me with plans in mind,
And so my life He brought.

The rainstorms cover me indeed;
He always brings me through.
Under the sea or on the land,
Our God cannot be moved!

Sometimes I’m like a tumbleweed
That’s tossed and blown about.
Tongue-tied, I call Him in my mind;
God takes away my doubt.

Though one green flash I’ve never seen,
I feel his loving hand.
And in it I remain throughout
The journey of His plan!

Another response to this week’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt!

The Grand Plan #Poem

My Spirit has a great grand plan
Through music bringing Light and Peace!
It’s not a green flash in the pan;
My Spirit has a great grand plan!
When tongue-tied I just seek God’s hand;
Life’s rainstorms nurture fruits fresh-squeezed.
My Spirit has a great grand plan
Through music bringing Light and Peace!

A Triolet in response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #38.

Though I haven’t done all of them, I really enjoy these prompts! So, yes, Linda, they’ve lived up to the hype! ❤

Cinderella’s Slippers: The True Story 3TC

Cinderella fell into the lowest income bracket. That’s pretty much common knowledge. What you haven’t heard is how she really ended up there. It’s simple. As so often happens, she ran out of quarters to feed the washer and dryer in the basement. She also lacked cash, cash back, checks, balances, debit, credit, home equity, friends, family members, and fairy godmothers. And it came to pass that the neighbor’s dog got loose yet again. While Cinderella had to admire his ingenuity, she didn’t appreciate having to lasso him to get her fuzzy bunny bedroom slippers back. Eventually she returned, victorious with slippers in hand. But let’s just say they were not fit to wear, even if no one else would see them. So she filled the kitchen sink with hot, soapy water and a cup of fabric softener borrowed from a sympathetic neighbor. All went well until she started drying the slippers with her hairdryer. The blasted thing had a short circuit and blew a fuse, which is the same thing Cinderella, the dog, and all the neighbors did when the hairdryer torched the fuzzy bunny bedroom slippers to bits and set off the fire alarm. The next day the poor dog scratched at her door. He gazed at Cinderella with sad eyes and dropped something at her feet. She picked up the paper and unfolded it. It was an eviction notice.

Written for the three things challenge at

Relaxation #SoCS

Relaxation? I would laugh, but frankly, I’m too tired.

If it’s not the academic, professional, or other work I have admittedly chosen to do, it’s the daily, or it seems hourly, ups and downs of marriage! I’m not going to disparage my husband here, although believe me, it’s sorely tempting!

What I will say is this. It is extremely difficult to meet all of my own needs, and all of his, as one person, on my own, with health issues as well, and no other people for support!

It seems he wanted an isolated marriage in which our sole contact is literally, as some old song goes, “just the two of us.” No, it’s not the lockdown, pandemic, etc. It’s been this way since before we got married, indeed since we moved here 2 years, 2 months, 2 weeks, and a day ago! He thinks this is fine.

Well, I can tell you, it certainly doesn’t work for me. It never has and never will. I also don’t think it’s healthy by any stretch of the imagination. I long for outside friendships, and that’s why I keep blogging. It doesn’t help me in real-time, in real life, and it only goes so far. But, it’s better than nothing!

Oh, that makes me sound ungrateful, which I am not, although he claims I am.

On the contrary, I’m grateful for every single blogging friend I have, whether you follow me, or I follow you, regularly or not, whether we’ve been corresponding for years or just today, whether you read every post (bless you if you do!) or just one. I’m especially grateful to those of you who listen to my musical posts!

If you do any of these things, and in fact, if you’re reading this, you are one of my blogging friends!

Thank you! Thank you for keeping me sane! Thank you for providing a break in the post-doctoral academic quagmire! Thank you for helping me not say all the things I want to say when he starts in on me at breakfast, before coffee! Thank you for keeping me company when I can’t sleep, and for giving me something (a video, podcast, or book recommendation) to keep my mind at bay so I can sleep eventually!

Thank you, one and all!

Now where was I? Relaxation? Oh yeah, I need to get on that one of these days!

And yes, I do realize it’s still Friday when I’m posting this! Thank you again!

My pulling-no-punches response to Linda G. Hill’s
Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS Prompt, -tion.

Bath Time! #Poem

O there once was a boy
Who found laughter and joy
In the bath that his mother would run him.
He loved swimming with ducks
Got by trying his luck
At the carnival where he had won them.

Every night after play,
His dear mother would say,
“Now it’s time for your bath, my sweet baby.”
And he ran to the tub
For a suddubsome scrub.
When he grew up, the lad joined the navy!

A tribute to Edward Lear, one of my favorite poets, nonsense or otherwise. 🙂 This was written for
MLMM Tale Weaver – #293.