Blue-Gray Election Day

Election Day

I’ve already voted

so after the morning rain

I went to the library.

I picked up a book on Hold

Awakening the Heroes

Within

 by Carol Pearson

for a Study Group Discussion

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Already this Election Day has a 

heightened tension about it!

I am struck by the symbolism

everywhere.

The brown leaves you see here

are from the acorn

of the famous Athens'

 “tree that owns itself.”

Among the brown leaves I see

green patch of clovers.

“Where’s that four-leaf one?”

We need it so much today.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

Since I’m taking photos of

my Election Day journey

I take one of my faithful

blue car

a 1996 Mercury Mystique.

Lord! 22 years old!

No heat or AC

the driver window doesn’t operate,

and I have wide strips

 of clear packing tape

 holding on the right head light cover.

Thank you little blue car

for keeping me going

on my one

 wild and precious journey!

~ ~ ~

At the grocery store

I am struck by the

changes I’ve witnessed

in over eighty years of living.

I remember my first pack

of cigarettes

Pall Malls.

And I remember when I quit!

~ ~ ~ ~

In the parking lot I see

gray skies one way

and a hint of blue in the other direction.

How will the election end?

~ ~ ~ 

I was reminded today of a song

I composed entitled

"Forgive Them"

One verse is this:

Still I believe that in some way

evil has it’s part to play

for light will come from darkness

It’s always been that way.

Father, forgive them,

Mother, forgive them,

Children, forgive them, too.

For they know not

what they do.

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Living in voluntary simplicity

 is a life style choice.

I earned my own money.

then retired early.

I set out to complete my life journey

by living each day

to the fullest.

living within my means,

from planting azaleas

to composing music.  

~ ~ ~

Two years ago,

I converted my dining area

into a little cabaret

where I can live out my

Silent Dreams

 and never have to

suffer jet lag!!

(Thank you, Social Security!!

and thank you, Kelly DuMar, IWWG,

for being the inspiration for

this Election Day blog post )

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And Thank you dear reader,

so much for

reading this post.

Scroll down for in Search of Truffle Dust.

The Search for Truffle Dust

Welcome to my world of journals!

Here I am, stretched out

among all my journals.

I'm reading excerpts,

 smiling at how I’m

the same old person

but even older!

I remembered that I had

started a pencil sketch

 of a jar of Truffle Dust

I’d been drawn to in the

Kroger Spice section.

After looking through

several journals feeling

frustrated, I remembered

I’d written a poem.

~ ~ ~

Looking for Truffle Dust

All morning she’d been searching

through old journals

for that half-finished sketch

of a jar of Truffle Dust.

On the way she read about

the death of an old friend,

how her sciatica had flared up,

how her car wouldn’t start.

She turned a page

and read about the frustrations

of not living up to her own expectations.

She read about wanting and needing

something like Truffle Dust

to magically change her life.

Then she drew a rainbow.  

~ ~ ~

Writing often relieves 

anxiety and frustration,

because when I start writing

I can often write myself out

 of a dilemma.

~ ~ ~

I did find the sketch.

~ ~ ~

Then I remembered

 a poem I wrote earlier

about a little girl

back in the 40s

wanting a “magic” answer.

~ ~ ~

That 50 Cent Dream

For 50 cents and a label

she could soon be one of an

inner circle who knew

Captain Midnight’s secret code.

The enticing radio announcer

 said that the badge
had a tiny mirror

to check for enemies

 behind her.

For 50 cents and a 
Peter Pan Peanut Butter label

she could wear a magic ring

with a tiny ball point pen

in it’s “glow-in-the-dark” base.

Oh, the thrill of seeing

Sky King’s Flying Crown Ranch

insignia stamped on top.

For 50 cents and a label

she could show her own

movies on a wall

with her mail order 

movie projector:

a tiny black plastic case,

two film strips,

a little handle you cranked,

a flashlight bulb glowing

behind the thin film loops.

Oh, the magic,

the power and glory,

a child could have

for 50 cents and a label.

She is still living on that

 50 cent hope,

that soon all her dreams

will come true, one day

when she least expects it,

the mailman will show up

 with her prize.

~ ~ ~

What have I learned

about this search for what? 

Happiness, fame, love,

certainly, not money.

I've discovered that 
in my wisdom years

I’m merging into being philosophical,

living in both/and land!

That balance of opposites.

The stillness of a

drop of melting snow.

The audacity to create a

Truffle Dust Logo.

Stay tuned . . .

and keep those cards and letters coming . . .

Thank you dear reader,

for reading this blog post,

scroll down for

All Those Journals