Sunday night another busy week passed.

the end of March is here. The last week flew by. I am starting the blog with a poem from another centuries past. It has 2 meanings for me. The first is apparent. The second

I will talk about.

If you break open

the cherry tree

There is not a single flower

The skies of spring

Bring forth the blossoms

Ikkyu

(1394-1491)

.....

Friendship, What does it mean?

How does it work?

Over the years we meet many people

most are just acquaintances. A few become

regular faces regular names. People we

enjoy spending time with.These we call

friend.

Every once in a while that one person

comes along. That one is special.

more than a friend. They become a

confidant, a mentor. With them you

learn more about yourself than you

thought you knew. If you are lucky

you can talk with them on a regular

basis. That special friend can read you like a book.

From the way you don't say something,

to the way you speak a phrase, and yet that

person never judges you. You learn, you teach

you learn. Each of you share the others happiness

and pain in each others family.

I am fortunate enough to have a very special friend

such as this. What is remarkable I have never

stood in front of this person face to face.

With today's technology I met this person on

the net. This person lives over 2ooo miles

away. An ocean voyage away.

Through this persons friendship I

started my writing. This person got

me to go into myself and bring it out.

Back to the poem at the top.

When you meet some one

you can open them up and find

nothing, sticking with one thing

that peaks your interest, if you

stick around long enough you can

see what comes forth.

Now as the years have passed

the talks are fewer and further

between. Time moves on so do

we. Even with today's technology

life brings its own circumstances

of interference. Today you said

you are leaving the net and all its

irritations. We did not say goodbye.

You will be reading my blog. I will be

writing my poetry. In time when you

need to talk I will be here. I never say

goodbye.

I Won't Say Goodbye

.....

To swiftly the years fly

Behind the fantasy of words

and games

We watched the net

flow and ebb in

its dance

....

A voice from the gallery

called

From back of the room

silently watching

a friend

a Soul

I did get to know

.....

Names you changed

for each game

each a song

...

Wild of heart

I came to know you

Strength of

ancestors from history

passed

....

My mind closed

to troubling times

Hours we spent

in soul searching talks

Messages given

Lessons learned

.....

Together

we drank

the wine

of truth and hope

.....

The path we walked

side by side

in

light and shadow

Pain of one shared by

the other

Burdens carried

by two

are

made lighter

....

Friend you brought me

peace

I

brought

you light

....

When our souls touched

you got part

of mine

I got part of yours

.....

Never soul mates

For sure

Soul Friends

....

Say goodbye?

Never.

Not possible

You are

but

a

Soul touch

away.

I Could Not

I climbed a mountain.

On mountain peak

I jumped for the moon.

Clean and solid both feet land.

To move the world,

I could not

I jumped again

ccd 2010

I started today's blog with this poem

It is what came to me this morning.

I am a July child born under the sign of

Cancer. It is beyond me to not care for

friends and family. I am passionate in

my beliefs. I listen to others as bar tenders

listen to their customers.

Emotions have run all over the spectrum

in the last 9 months. The cause, politics, work,

life, death.

If I could I would right all injustice, relieve the fear

of no work, lessen the sorrows of life's illnesses and

the deep sorrows of death.

I have experienced it all.

I know the fears, the pain, the sorrows

It is part of why I started writing.

I can not change the world, hence,

the poem I started with.

I do not attend church. I have never

been baptised. Yet, I have a faith in

the supreme being we call God.

I have seen and experienced many

extraordinary things.

My faith is firm. There is a poem

written by another that I know

can apply to me. It is titled

Footprints in the Sand

One night I had a dream.

I dreamed I was walking

along the beach with the Lord

Across the sky flashed scenes

from my life

For each scene I noticed

two sets of footprints

One belonged to me,

the other to the Lord

When the last scene flashed before me

I looked back at the footprints in the sand

I noticed that many times along

the path of my life

there was only one set of footprints

I also noticed that it happened

at the very lowest and saddest

points of my life

This really bothered me. I questioned the Lord

"You said that once I decided to follow you

you would walk with me all the way

but I have noticed that during the most

troubling and lowest times of my life

there is only one set of footprints"

"I do not understand why in times

when I needed you most you would leave me"

The Lord replied"my precious, precious

child,

I love you and I would never leave you"

"during your times of trial and

suffering, when you saw only one set

of footprints....

It was then that I carried you"

Mary Stevenson, 1931

there is not much to say this week.

This entire week seemed to be charged

some thing. People were upbeat. No one

was in a hurry to get out of the sun and

warm temperatures.

Other good news... My friend Eric's daughter

the spots of cancer in her lungs...GONE

The cancer did not get to her brain

Prayer works

Hope chest

At foot of winters bed there

Sits a lovely chest

Seasoned oak

Lined in cedar

Here at last the time has come

Strip grey curtains

From windows light

Snow white blanket

Pulled to wash

Winters sludge

Poured down the drain

Open thy chest

to dreams anew

Show me thy riches

Saphire blue skies

Ruby flowers

Golden sun

Lay your bed of satin green

Perfumed scents

Bathe my soul

Tis but a wooden box

At foot of winters bed

A chest of hope

With all that

Is new

Sunday!! Bright and sunny still cool but sunny.

The promise of spring is everywhere.

More animal tracks in the snow.

birds building nests.

I even heard the morning dove cooing

2 times this week as I stepped out my front door for work.

The snow is disappearing slowly. That is a good thing to keep

the creeks from flooding. so here is what some people missed by not living here

Ok ,until I get the hang of posting pictures here there are 2 at the top the first is my back porch after the first big snow

the 2nd is a picture of snow falling outside my store give thanks to Ashley for them Giving homage to the tress awakening with the coming spring I am posting one of my first poems

Family of Trees

.....

I am but a young tree in this family of trees

I drink from the heart of my mother

I grow to reach the sun

The years come, the years have gone

....

Look at the forest of this family of trees

From afar my family is whole

Stand close I am but one ....

Open your heart

Listen

The songs of my family

carried on the breeze

....

I drink from the heart of my mother

I grow to the sun

The years come, the years have gone.

....

See how I've grown to reach

family's touch

My voice no longer a whisper

Sing my own songs

Carried on the breeze

....

I drink from the heart of my mother

I grow to reach the sun

Share my fruit

cast my seed

The years come, the years have gone

....

The elders have stopped singing

Their voice a raspy whisper

I reach to hold them tall

From time past

Their favorite songs

I sing to them

Songs carried on the breeze

....

I drink from the heart of my mother

I reach for the sun

The years come, the years are gone

....

My voice is softer now

The young reach for the sun

Their voice you hear on the breeze

....

I drink from the heart of my mother

I grow to reach the sun

....

I stand mostly silent now

Voice a raspy whisper

Lulled to sleep

Family song and story

carried on the breeze

....

The yeas have come and gone

I have grown to reach the sun

The light of the Son carried in the heart

The love of a mother

The only thing sweeter

Than the song of the family

Carried on the breeze