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MAKING SPACE

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 11:52:03 GMT

Making room in our daily plan for something that is interesting and that feeds our spirit infuses our life with a greater amount of energy and productivity. While it may seem that doing a lot will make us more constructive, in fact, if we do too much without getting anything positive from it, we are more likely to run ourselves down rather than refreshing and enlivening ourselves. We are much more productive in our lives when we create the time to really savor the things that motivate and encourage us. Giving yourself space in your schedule for the things that revitalize you will make everything you do much more creative and prolific.

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FORWARD THINKING CHOICES

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 14:16:51 GMT

Breaking up our plans into different time frames allows us to think about how we can use what we have in the moment to be more effective over the long term. When making choices that affect our lives, it can be really easy to just think about our most immediate future. If we take a more proactive approach, however, and step out the process a little more carefully, we will have a much greater hand in our future and will be more prepared for whatever may happen along the way. This in turn will make our decisions truly work for us. Being realistic but forward-thinking will put your dreams within closer reach.

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DROP OF WATER

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 12:32:24 GMT

How fragile its balance, how pristine its shine
the clean drop of water that dangles in light
and how with a freeze it plays stalactite
to shatter on contact as freeefalls its bright

To be guarded from passion that would make it just melt
to be guarded from windblows that would lose where it dwelt

And the clear drop of water that is warmed in my heart
and in perilous teeter awaits and bides time
will soon lose its hold and fall while it frights
there was no hand to hold and protect it from part

Tags: Lily Thompson 080529

AS WE AGE

Sun, 25 May 2008 11:42:57 GMT

AS WE AGE

Must I find myself in such a wondering mood every morning? I thought that inquisitiveness came and went as we grew into teenagehood and then realized we knew it all.

Finding myself with all the time that retirement dumps into your lap, most interesting theories are formed as the study of geriatry is now performed on myself and my peers.

What have I discovered?

Intending no insult to my friends, I find that my heart is still in the right places, but my mind keeps reminding it that my body will not cooperate with such an endeavor and that financial concerns are of extreme importance at this juncture.

I still hear music that moves my body, but my tired and achy body refuses to dance to it, and, in the disappointment of the realization, my mind then refuses to remember the few bars that time time has left intact on each song.

The coming of a new season was anxiously awaited so thatI could air the wardrobe and buy some more rags to hang on this crumbling hanger, but I find that the fashion of the day does not allow for propriety at my age; what seemed to be perfectly normal and acceptable pieces are no longer comfortable enough and too tight in all the wrong places.

I know that those that dare to live risk getting hurt, but those that not dare at all, don't live at all.

So, does aging become one of those interim stages where we would dare if we could...if we knew that we should...

Or just the angry rejection of everything that reminds us of happier and more carefree times when our bodies would move on command, or even on just the thought?

Not being an angry individual leaves me with the conundrum of having to understand the changes so that I can accept them happily and continue to bubble my way through life.

Love has become something of practicality, of finding safety in numbers.
And as the considerations of love are dissected, the more mondane realities of the world around us, a world so alien to the gentleness with which we grew up and aged.

Am I an anachronism, or just someone whose time has past?

And how many more are there that refuse to state the facts of their lives? It has become the dance of 2 old warriors that know all the moves and those of their adversary and still relish the fight up to a point...because we also relish the fact that we may still have a tomorrow to return and fight again.

Is this love or convenience?

Hopefully a little bit of both, somewhere in Neverland where we can still laugh and be ourselves without having to prove anything to anyone; where we can take care of each other tenderly and kindly...til the end; where we can live life to the fullest inside those parameters that constrain us.

Lily Thompson 080525

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IT IS COLD 080127

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 00:10:24 GMT

It rained again last night and there are stalactites on the bushes,
the air is crisp and my nose can feel the humidity in the air,
the grass is wet, the lagoon is dark, and the sky is wearing grey...
But it isn't cold in my heart for, deep inside,
there's the warming thought of you.

My hand, outside the pockets of my parka, is drained of color,
my bones shiver with that coldness I once felt when life was leaving,
you can cut a clean piece of bark from the tree trunk in one stroke...
But there is no crispness inside this gentle spirit,
for somewhere in the air there's you.

The blue heron forgot to perch on his favorite branch, as did the crane,
the dolphins are not playfully jumping in the water, nor the fish,
the pelicans are not fishing, nor are the two men in the dinghy...
But hope springs eternal in my step as I walk to my sounds,
for every move rehearses for you.

The sermon was a dud, the music was not pleasing, the priest a guest,
the children were unruly, everyone was wearing layers of wool,
and a fattening peanut butter cake awaited with the coffee...
But as I fell asleep in the midst of the drudgery,
there was the knowledge of the promise of you.

You know the kind of lazy Sunday in the grasp of winter
when you want to sing but your throat only coughs...
When friends are out there waiting for your visit or call
but nothing moves you into action much to your perplexity...

You know the kind of afternoon am referring, when cold is better shared,
when solitude is best forgotten in someone's gentle caress...
You know the kind of evening when all that this world promises
doesn't seem to come to fruition, yet again...Let's partake.

Lily Thompson 080127

Tags: poetry

IN THE STILLNESS OF MY HEART, I REMEMBER 080123

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 23:10:33 GMT

When there is nothing but shadows in the empty air
and the coldness of your absence pervades my senses,,,

I remember being a child...
and the grass beneath my feet is soft,
and the air agaisnt my face is fresh,
and the will to conquer all is missing,
because I already own what I survey...

I remember ebing young...
the music that entered my muscles in a sway,
the caress that archeed my back into surrendering,
the whisper of your voice whispering nothings,
and the relief that only you could give me...

I remember being in love...
the funny way your impish smile crooked,
the childish way you reached for what was yours,
the only requirement being that we were there,
the only need for it to last forever...

I remember being a mother...
the look of wonderment when I held a baby,
the tears I couldn't control facing the miracle.
the counting of fingers and toes, the recognition,
the endless learning of Nature's ways...

I remember being ill...
how my body, refusing to obey my wishes,
ached in spite of the ministrations;
how my soul, lost in clouds of unawareness,
would visit with Him and find consolation...

I remember refusing to die...
the pain of starting from less than nothing;
and exercising each muscle, relearning each move,
finding a new balance and a rhythm in my stride,
complying with regimens that I abhor and need...

I remember today, now...
and I want to stop remembering, to stop dreaming,
to stop imagining what could be..if only...
I am ready for this new adventure and its surprises,
but not ready for mistakes or half truths.

Lily Thompson
080123

Tags: poetry

Today's Message of the Day

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 05:25:51 GMT

Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile.

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MY HUMAN 080123

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 23:11:39 GMT

My human soul cannot get used to the absence of a caress
to the incomparable feeling of self worth that it gets
when it looks at itself through your loving eyes.

My human body cannot get used to the absence of a touch
in the middle of the night when sleep is hard to come
and nothing but that gentle touch will sate the yearning.

My human mind cannot understand why people build barriers
all around their lives to protect themselves from love,
both the hurt and the joy... so they exist wihout both.

My human spirit doesn't mind being bridled by masterless affection,
or seduced by impish manifestations of corporal desire,
or conquering and taking all when everything has also been given.

My human wit cannot find an object of flirtation
in mindless demonstrations of carnal expectations
from someone who is not looking but for sedation.

Lily Thompson
080123

Tags: poetry

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 01:21:29 GMT

my sister and I having lunch in Florida

IN WAITING FOR YOU

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 21:26:58 GMT

In Waiting For You

by Lily Thompson

In suspension, in a vacuum... In waiting for you.

Watching the populace, in a rush, believing they are indispensable.

Watching dirty automobiles racing to pack a parking lot.

Searching, without finding an agreeable excuse.

Searching in each face for traces of a night of loneliness,

carousing, or even mating.

In precarious balance, in fear... In waiting for you.

Doubting my strength that dwindles and trembles.

Doubting tomorrow, virtues, friendships,

and even the God I adore.

Yearning for traces of lies, cold and unforgivable.

Yearning for a spark of acknowledgement in mocking

faces that I see daily.

Crazed, blinded, drowning in tears... In waiting for you.

Seeing the parallels of the train tracing interminable

without ever finding each other.

Seeing the waves of the sea flagellating rock in the rough

impeding my walk.

Losing the path in each turn that's expendable.

Losing innocence, illusion, hope to share love's sway.

In space, in time, in silence... In waiting for you.

Knowing that your reasons are deniable excuses.

Knowing your pedantic smirks that dodge, that deny

each of my desires.

Accepting reality of uncoverable human essence.

Accepting that my shield will again shatter upon the attack

of your next flirtation.

NOTE: written inside my car, on a snowy day, at 7am, waiting for the hospital to open, and seeing rush traffic go by - awaiting death

Tags: poetry