Grateful: A Poem

Grateful for all things from above,
We humble ourselves as a small dove,

We glance over what we’ve achieved,
Though once we couldn’t have conceived.

Here we are in the present day,
Looking around, little to say.

All God’s bounty has blessed us all,
We breathe. Wipe tears. Smile and stand tall!

Lynn M.
November 21, 2020


In a matter of weeks or shall I say days, we have gone from rich colorful leaves of gold, bronze and red to barren trees.  Life! It is ever-changing whether we notice or not.  The earth is still turning on its axis and doing what it has always done.

Seasons change.  People come and go as do some jobs.  This is a stark reminder that as the adage goes, “Time waits for no man.”  It would behoove us to a take a moment out of our busy schedules, whether that includes those Zoom meetings, tapping on our laptops or scrolling on our devices and stop, look, and listen to nature.

Poets, writers, novelists, painters, and songwriters have always acknowledged nature’s magnificence. It tells us stories and warns us of things to come.  The weather even helps us make conversation with those who we otherwise have no common ground.

Taking notice of the sky has served farmers and planters for eons as they make decisions about their crops.  They can see the rain clouds, or the storms brewing and then they know if it is the best time to sprinkle seeds, cultivate, pull up weeds or gather their harvests.

Looking at these swift changes that have taken place with these trees pictured here, remind me that Old Man Winter is on his way.  And before he makes his frosty arrival, we all should check our stockpiles, put our houses in order and prepare to hunker down so that we can ride out those ensuing storms.

Lynn M.                                                        November 14, 2020

Days of Reckoning

It’s almost the end of 2020.  We are headed into the home stretch and close to wrapping up the year.  Truly hindsight is 2020.  It has been like nothing that we have seen in our lifetimes and some of us have seen quite a bit over the years.

This pandemic has hit us all like a ton of bricks.  We have been snapped out of our Adam-like sleep and awakened screaming, “Whoa!” “What?  “I can’t go outside?”  “I can’t eat in a restaurant and laugh with my friends?”  “I can’t hug my family members or hold my elderly parent’s hand?”  “What is happening?”

Some of us have asked, “What will I do with myself?”  Slowly, many of us realize that we have never been alone with our thoughts. We are being forced to take a break from the world’s madness and take a deep dive within our own souls.

We have watched enough television and reruns to fill us to the brim.  At some point, we must end the Zoom and Google Meets meetings, stop scrolling on the phone and take a step back in time to the medieval era.  In the silence, we might slowly begin to come to our senses as we pretend that there is no Internet, social media nor any technology.  We might even notice the beauty of the rising and the setting suns.

Some may even be inclined to pick up a pen and a piece of paper and try a little journaling. As we jot down our true feelings about a host of things, the debris, filth, and negativity of the past will surely rise to the surface.  We must face them so that they can forever be erased from our consciousness. 

As we look at what has been holding us back, we start the clearing and cleansing process.  We get out the soap and water and clean and continually take out the trash and until we feel that we have completed the catharsis.  We realize that the pandemic has brought its rewards because it made us slow down, think and conduct some overdue inner house cleaning.

Then, we are free to pray, go into a Zen mode, hold some Yoga positions or whatever brings us a sense of tranquility.  When our souls feel purified and we have a squeaky clean, glistening feeling, then we know that we have reached the other side of the murky river. 

We are now more prepared to run that last lap of the indelible 2020 and are almost ready for 2021.  We count our blessings as we take a quick look over our shoulders and think of those who will not see 2021, because they left us in 2020.  We breathe in again and exhale more pain.  We now have had some days of reckoning!

  Push play and take a thoughtful journey with Charlene as she sings, “I’ve Never Been to Me.”

Lynn M.                               November 8, 2020

I’ve Never Been to Me by Charlene

Writing Woes

Years ago, I read and taught Anne Bradstreet’s poem called The Author to her Book.  A friend had taken her work and had it published unbeknownst to her.  She compared it to sending a child out of the house with tattered, torn clothes or something similar.

I can totally relate to her woes as a self-published author.  After many years of rejections from traditional publishers, I was so excited when self-publishing hit the publishing scene.  A dear cousin tested the waters while having her own memoirs published.  Thus, she introduced me to Trafford Publishing, and I now have over eleven works completed through them.

But, using the newly coined phrase, “Here’s the deal.”  Rather than having loads and loads of notes stuffed here, there, and everywhere, this format allows me to put my writings in a book format.  And yes, I have spent thousands and thousands of dollars, but at least my sacred ideas are safely stored for those who come behind me.

I recently embarked on a new endeavor and tried my hand at a more historical work.  I wanted to finish some biographical sketches that my mother had started about some of her family members.  I had notes and little slips of paper, tucked in all types of spaces and places from interviews with loved ones over the decades.

So, I embarked on this herculean feat.  I write in longhand.  Then, I do my own data-entry or type as they used to say back in the day.  And though I try to catch the typos, some still appear.  It is an imperfect life that we live.

Also, with this project, there are almost 200 images and I had to put on my media specialist hat and manipulate and touch up the images that family members sent me.  Yesterday, the eBook appeared and yes, I see its blemishes.  The errors stick out in my mind and I feel quite like Anne Bradstreet.

Yet, unapologetically, here it is with all its imperfections.  As in any race, it is a start.  And the young-uns coming behind me can polish it as they run their own races because they now have a leg up from my writing of By Way Of?  Tracing the Johnson, Cooper, Cummings, Matthews and Dixon Families.

Lynn M.                                                                                       October 24, 2020

Refreshing Newness

Beautiful Trees

The change of seasons is refreshing!  To me, it mirrors the change of our thoughts.  As the earth rotates on its axis, we too continually evolve as we accept life’s ever-giving newness.  We discover that what was once important to us becomes miniscule today because it no longer holds our full attention.

We wave goodbye to past events and bless every experience.  Each one was there as a benchmark and phase of our growth. We simply turn the soil, gingerly water it and sprinkle in a few new seeds that will certainly yield a future harvest. 

As the autumn leaves fall to the ground and the trees display their beautiful colors, we too can show our hues of accomplishment. We can shed light on what has been gained from those lessons learned.  Like the fallen leaves, we too must cast off whatever no longer serves us.  We welcome the showers and sprinkles that both cleanse the earth and spiritually clear our minds of the staleness of yesterday’s bread.

During this season of harvest, we should carefully bend down, gather the fruits of our labors, and place them in our personal cornucopias.  We may be able to pause for a while as we rest on our laurels.  But, then after giving thanks and gratitude for what the universe has offered us, we will know when it is time to rise from our times of reflection.

We will be alerted and know when it is time to walk into our new season and enter new cycles of production. We are still creating and much like the Energizer Bunny, we should beat our drums and keep it moving!

Lynn M.

October 17, 2020

Autumn’s Bounty

Autumn leaves turn our heads around,
Leaving us speechless without sound.

The beauty of colors display,
The depth of hues having their say.

Reflecting light coming from trees,
Assuring hope and blessed ease.

Thus, nature knows that things rebound,
In new cycles shaped in the round.

Lynn M.
October 10, 2020

March On!

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Perhaps Mother Teresa’s poem Anyway says it best when she graciously reminded us to rise above people’s comments and opinions. She wrote, If are you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.”

Unfortunately, many people are entertained by petty gossip and hearsay. It is never a safe pastime, but it easily fills the voids in many people’s personal lives. Every day, we hear something about what someone said or did, but the sources are often neither tangible nor reliable. It is merely inexpensive entertainment for the bored.

If we ever find ourselves caught up in the word flow, it behooves us to try to rise above it. We simply lift ourselves and float above the contentious fray. We know within ourselves what we have and have not done, and we know what is in our own hearts. However, accusatory people tend to think that others think like them and can do what they themselves would do. How erroneous!

We may even find ourselves amid some firestorm and not have clarity about the details. We feel the rustling movement and hear the fluttering of angst wings, but we are too busy taking care of our own affairs and do not give it much credence. We seem to be in the dark but maybe it is for the best. We give a brief pause, shake our heads, and think of Shakespeare’s title, ‘Much Ado About Nothing.’

After we forgive the immature babblers, we step over the Lilliputians or the little people as a dear friend advised me to do. Og Mandino wrote, “I will make allowances for his anger and irritation of today for he knows not the secret of controlling his mind (From: The Greatest Salesman in the World).

We brush off the debris left by wagging tongues and continue to plant our new gardens. We prune the weeds and unwanted growth and enjoy the fruits of our focused labor and march on!

“March on. Do not tarry.
To go forward is to move toward
Perfection. March on and fear not
The thorns, or the sharp stones
On life’s path.”

{Kahlil Gibran}

Lynn M.
September 19, 2020

Remote Learning: A Poem

Remotely we begin the year,
Pushing buttons may cause a tear.

But we go ahead and proceed.
Though frustrated, we don’t concede.

Nor give in and quit the new way,
Since Covid is having its say.

Design a plan and stay the course,
Hang in there; lessen the remorse!

Lynn M.
September 13, 2020