If I Had My Life to Live Over Again Art
How-do-you-do there.
How is your Monday going? I found a verse form titled If I had my life to alive over again by Nadine Stair on i of my favorite blogs Swiss Miss recently. Nadine, 85, writes:
If I had my life to alive once more,
I'd dare to make more than mistakes next time.
I'd relax.
I'd limber upward.
I'd be sillier than I've been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would have more than chances,
I would swallow more than water ice cream and less beans.
You tin scroll down to read the full poem in the Verse Corner. But something in Nadine's words stirred me, because the year has been nigh realisations and confrontations, and because I actually desire to change how I speak to myself. To live more, regret less.
The verse form also made me think of some solid advice from author Louise Hay:
"You've been criticizing yourself for years and information technology hasn't worked. Try accepting yourself and see what happens."
- Louise Hay
Equally we walk into the time to come, together and solitary, shall we requite self-acceptance our 100%, if just to see what happens?
Poetry Corner
Some deep poems about the hereafter, historic period and moving forrad to continue you visitor on cold wintertime nights:
If I had my life to live over once more by Nadine Stair, Louisville at 85 years of historic period
(via Swiss Miss)
If I had my life to live over once more,
I'd cartel to make more mistakes side by side fourth dimension.
I'd relax.
I'd limber up.
I'd exist sillier than I've been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances,
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would, perhaps, have more actual troubles but fewer imaginary ones.
you see, I'm one of those people who was sensible and sane,
hour later on 60 minutes,
day after day.
Oh, I've had my moments.
If I had to do information technology over once more,
I'd accept more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have zip else- just moments,
one after another, instead of living so many years alee of each day.
I've been ane of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot-water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute.
If I could do it over again, I would travel lighter than I have.
If I had to live my life over,
I would kickoff barefoot before in the spring
and stay that way later on in the autumn.
I would go to more dances,
I would ride more merry-go-rounds,
I would pick more daisies.
Future Plans by Kate Barnes
When I am an former, erstwhile adult female I may very well be
living all alone like many another before me
and I rather look frontwards to the mean solar day when I shall take
a tumbledown house on a loma top and behave
only as I wish to. No more need to be proud—
at the tag end of life one is at last allowed
to be answerable to no one. So I shall wear
a shapeless felt hat clapped on over my white hair,
sneakers with holes for the toes, and a ragged apparel.
My firm shall be always in a deep-drifted mess,
my overgrown garden a jungle. I shall continue a crew
of cats and dogs, with peradventure a goat or two
for my agate-eyed familiars. And what delight
I shall take in the vagaries of day and night,
in the wind in the branches, in the pelting on the roof!
I shall toss similar an onetime leaf, weather-mad, without reproof.
I'll wake when I please, and when I please I shall doze;
whatever I remember, I shall say; and I suppose
that with such a habit of speech I'll be let well solitary
to grumble obviously truth like an onetime dog with a bare bone.
Haiku past Helen Ogden
climate change
against all odds
I institute seedlings
New Every Morning by Susan Coolidge
Every mean solar day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of one-time sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible hurting,
Take center with the day and begin again.
The Eyes Of The Future past Terry Tempest Williams
The eyes of the futurity are looking back at united states,
and they are praying
that nosotros might see beyond our own time.
They are kneeling with hands clasped
that nosotros might act with restraint,
that nosotros might exit room for the life
that is destined to come.
To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle.
Perhaps the wildness we fear
is the intermission between our own eye beats,
the silent space that says we live but by grace
wildness, wilderness lives by this same grace,
wild mercy is in our hands.
Let this exist our prayer, reimagined.
Loading the Woodshed — 2012 by David Budbill
I finished loading the woodshed today. Every twelvemonth
I tell myself, This is it, the terminal time. Information technology's merely besides
much work, too painful, and I'm also onetime.
And then, the adjacent year, when fall rolls
around, the air gets cold, and the geese go south, I
load the woodshed again.
How long will this get on? I'm seventy-two.
Every year information technology takes me longer to recover,
yet every year I keep doing it.
It's just, now that I'thou washed, I tin can go out into
the woodshed, sit in a chair, and look at all those
neatly stacked rows, six and a half feet high, six anxiety
long and sixteen inches deep, 2 sets of rows like that,
left and right, four total cord — not much by some standards —
but enough to go on united states of america warm all winter.
When I become out and look at what I've done, I get such a deep
sense of satisfaction from this backaching labor that I tin can't
imagine a yr without going through all that hurting over again.
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India stand for!
I wrote near Lokame Tharavadu for Hyperallergic's The Best of 2021: Our Top 10 Exhibitions Around the World year-end list! :)
Curated past Bose Krishnamachari, the beginning-always edition of Lokame Tharavadu (The Globe is Ane Family unit) features over 3,000 works by 267 artists who trace their roots dorsum to the coastal boondocks of Alappuzha in Kerala, India. The testify explores a diverseness of artistic perspectives, beyond mediums and styles, on home, gender, identity, belonging, and the universal spirit of humanity in the midst of a global pandemic. A celebration of the diversity of artistic practices coming out of Kerala, information technology has introduced fine art and aesthetics to a small town in S India past thinking locally and acting globally.
Poetry for climate modify
One of my verse form seeds was picked up for Ñaat? When Is Now, a global, collaborative work of linked poesy and murals. Ñaat? comes from Marshallese, meaning "When?".
More any other time in human history, the climate crunch forces u.s.a. to live today with the echoes of past actions and the dubiousness of our futures. Nosotros are Here: in the midst of simultaneous biophysical, socio-political crises that demand the remaking of our world in a Now, where the boundaries between technical policy, science, art and stories no longer concord.
The Agam Calendar, a special project of the Institute for Climate and Sustainable Cities (ICSC), is inviting poets and artists around the world to express the question "When?" to unlock doors that lead to reckoning and acts of restoration. When will world leaders heed and act with the urgency required by the climate crisis? How presently? How speedily? An respond exists. For those already experiencing the impacts of climatic change the answer is now--or even yesterday--and every bit fast as possible.
You can read more most the projection on whenisnow.org and answer to my poem seed with your own verse in the link below. I'thousand as well working on a mural for the project this week with a friend! More than details on that soon. :)
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