Two Harp Announcements #Tanka #Poem

My double strung harp,
Arriving to enjoy Spring,
Perhaps will bring strength.
A dream laid by, unfulfilled,
Rekindles desire at last!


A Tanka written for
#Threethingschallenge #499
and
MLMM Tale Weaver #313: Finding Something Forgotten.

Announcements:

1. My double strung harp will indeed arrive in Spring, in April if not
sooner! This is my dream harp and the only one I will ever purchase.
Someone out there is laughing right now, because, “You never have just
one harp!” And, “Whatever harp you purchase now won’t fit you
forever.” If those are the rules–and I’m not saying they are–then I
am the exception to both.

2. I’ve enrolled in the Therapy Harp Training Program, a certification
course for playing clinical healthcare music. This has been my dream
since I first took harp lessons about 10 years ago! The cost and
travel requirements of most training programs have been prohibitive
for me until now. This program doesn’t require travel and has
installment payment options, on top of being a well-rounded,
compassion-based program that includes both scientific and spiritual
components.

I’m so pleased and excited!

Mr. Seagull Speaks #SixSentenceStories

I am Mr. Seagull, not to be confused with the rest of my family–that is, my mate and hatchlings. I am the Big Cheese, and that’s the way it is. I shouldn’t have to tell you I live near the ocean.

You think I should be content just eating fish, but here’s something that will really knock your beach sandals off.

My favorite food is French fries, especially when I swoop down and nab them from an unsuspecting, scared child! AH AH AH, yum yum yum, BLISS!


Written for
#SixSentenceStories: Ocean.

Needless to say, I was the child in the story… :-()

Marvel #SixSentenceStories

Some people can play nearly any musical instrument they encounter. They may not play professionally, or even very well, but they can at least make a sound or squeeze a few notes out of any instrument they hold.

I don’t consider myself a professional musician, although I probably should, since I’ve often been paid to perform for others.

Still, one of my favorite things is to explore a new instrument, because I’m blessed to get a sound out of every one I’ve tried.

It’s truly a marvel! And believe me, I never take it for granted!


Written for
#SixSentenceStories: Marvel.

First Thing, Last Thing #SOCS #Poem

First thing was probably a slide whistle.
Yes, the one I climbed the washer and dryer
and nearly fell,
while trying to retrieve it,
clandestine,
from the cabinet.
You know, the high cabinet where Mom hid it,
because I wasn’t supposed to have it.
First thing, I’m pretty sure,
was that slide whistle
shaped like a fish!

Next things were
little cymbals,
maracas,
a triangle,
and a tambourine…
Followed by bamboo flutes
and anything else I could get my hands on!

Finally, at age 10,
I officially became a musician!
But it was organ lessons they wanted for me.
I, of course, had other plans–
plans that were fulfilled
when my parents bought the piano I wanted,
along with the organ they wanted for me!

God bless the lady who had to move
and couldn’t take them with her!
She didn’t know it,
but in selling her precious piano,
she gave me a pathway to peace
that will last my whole lifetime
and, I pray, beyond!

After the piano,
in no particular order, came
harmonica,
ukulele,
harp,
guitar,
Mountain dulcimer,
autoharp,
mandolin,
recorder,
other flutes and whistles,
violin, later viola,
harpsichord,
zither and lyre,
banjo and banjo ukulele,
concertina,
bagpipes,
frame drums
and handbells of all kinds…

I know I’m forgetting some,
and I feel bad for that.
Because each instrument,
no matter how well or badly I played it,
gave me something
I still have today.

I still play,
still love,
still feel the magic,
and still find peace
on the musical journey
that is my life
and the life
I share with others.

This is my Tao, my Way to
joy,
peace,
hope,
faith,
love,
healing,
wisdom and understanding…
My path to
compassion for myself and others…
In short,
my path to God!

Music was my first thing.
It is my current thing.
And it will be
my eternal
last thing!


My response to Linda G. Hill’s
Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SOCS Prompt: First thing.

Seven Worlds, Seven Steps #Cinquain #Poem

Thunder
before the rain
told all to stay inside.
Of course, not everyone obeyed…
Distraught.

Salvaged
after the rain,
with the coming of dawn,
the bright-shining symbol of a
new leaf.

Our own
Garden of Eden,
where perhaps no storms rage,
only exists eternally
in Light.

we find
matcha for tea,
giving thanks for supply;
respecting, taking what we need
to live.

Dragon
of avarice
is fed by humankind…
Yet we always have the option
]to choose!

Black tie
around his neck
chokes off the serpent’s greed.
And Light is always here, beyond
false dark.

We live
in half-and-half,
Light and dark together.
Which we see depends on our own
seeking!


My response to Linda Kruschke’s wonderful
Chance Cinquain Paint Chip Prompt!

On the Horizon #SixSentenceStories

Original Song on Ukulele

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Well, the New Year is finally coming!

That means a new horizon for everyone–or at least, for those of us who choose to see it that way.

Right now I’m asking myself what is on my horizon?

Increased well-being, more hope, and the ability to see and embrace new opportunities!

I would also say less stress, but I’m a realist.

So, I’ll say choosing better ways to handle stress and more positive, productive responses in emotional situations are on my horizon!


Written for
#SixSentenceStories: Horizon.

What’s on your horizon? Leave a comment if you want to share!

Beam #SixSentenceStories

A beam of light shot across the sky on that long-ago night. Was it a UFO? A meteor? A shooting star? Or a sign that the world was ending–or just beginning? Ask your heart, and you’ll receive your answer!


Written for
#SixSentenceStories: Beam

This is also part of my Holiday Blogging Party. You’re invited, too!
Click here to participate!

Oasis #Decima #Poem #SixSentenceStories

We seek oasis, safe and warm,
A beacon shining in the dark.
We need a fire to light our spark!
We long for shelter from the storm.
When troubles come, they come in swarms
And prey on thinking that’s confined.
We’ve lost our way, because we’re blind
To greater good and higher plan.
Yet guided by an unseen hand,
We reach oasis in our mind!


A Decima for
Ronovan Writes D├ęcima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 33: (BLIND) in the C rhyme line.
Also written for
#SixSentenceStories: Oasis.

Waxing Rewards – Tale Weaver #302 #SixSentenceStories #Music

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I could wax poetic about the joys of playing a musical instrument! And indeed, there are many rewards. However, they don’t come at the beginning, when what you hear in your head sounds so much more beautiful than what you’re playing actually brings forth. The rewards wax like the moon, appearing with time, great patience, focused practice, and a healthy sense of humor! Meanwhile, you can still have fun and enjoy learning, as with this piece called “Carousel” that I wrote for viola and ukulele. If you want to learn a musical instrument, realize that it must be learned, that beginners aren’t supposed to sound like professionals–and play on!


Written for
MLMM Tale Weaver #302 – Beginnings
and
#SixSentenceStories – Wax

Marco’s Story: A Dog’s Tale

I had my dog, Marco, for six years. He’s a Jack Russell and Boston Terrier mix, which means he’s a maniac! But so adorable! I was living with my sister and brother-in-law at the time, and my son was with me every other week during the Summer. We had talked about getting a small dog, but didn’t really look around for one. It was just understood that when we found the right one, it was OK to bring him home.

Enter Sue, who owned a local kennel and knew we were open to adopting a dog. Marco wasn’t her dog; a friend of hers knew that he no longer fit into his current owners’ family. So, Sue and I went to visit him.

It was a beautiful, warm day at the end of May. When Sue and I reached the front of Marco’s house, before we even got out of the car, Sue exclaimed, “Oh, Crystal! He’s so cute!” Marco’s expressive ears were all but waving in the Spring breeze, as if to greet us.

Unfortunately, 5-month-old Marco was tied to the porch railing by a fraying leash, and there was an empty water bowl in front of him. I could only hope this wasn’t how he was treated consistently, but in my heart I knew it was.

I knelt down in the grass and approached Marco cautiously, with my hand outstretched. He, however, ran at me like a whirlwind! He immediately jumped into my lap, put his puppy paws on my shoulders, and began licking my face like I was a long lost friend.

Needless to say, that was it. At that very moment, Marco became my dog. Sue gave me a bag of puppy food, and I took him home.

Marco took to everyone in the house as quickly as he’d taken to me. Well, all except the cat, but that’s another story!

I left the bag of puppy food unattended, while I went upstairs to put away my things. When I returned, Marco had gotten the bag open and was voraciously chowing down, right out of the bag!

It took several weeks before he realized he would have good, proper love, care, and all the food and water he needed. But he came around, and he brought so much joy to our lives for the six years I had him.

When I moved two years ago, I couldn’t bring Marco. The pet deposit was $300, and I had enough trouble paying the security deposit, not to mention the extra $25 tacked onto the rent each month if tenants had a pet. I miss Marco and often smile, remembering all his antics. However, he is still well loved, fed, and cared for. And if he saw me today, I’m sure Marco would still love me, as I still love him!


Written for
#Threethingschallenge #420: Bag, tale, run