Success in the Making

What seems at first to failure be
Might need some time, new ways to see,
New tools to works of art create,
With wide eyes to see beauty.
A vase that’s fallen to the floor,
Though broken can still become more
With persistence and kintsugi;
What had been plain has much in store.

eggs and broken vase
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Favorite Quote from Fulton Sheen

For One-Liner Wednesday, I can’t resist sharing another quotation from the great Archbishop Fulton Sheen with you! This is probably my favorite quote from him, and that’s saying a lot.

But when finally the scrolls of history are complete, down to the last word of time, the saddest line of all will be: “There was no room in the inn.” The inn was the gathering place of public opinion, the focal point of the world’s moods, the rendezvous of the worldly, the rallying place of the popular and the successful. But there’s no room in the place where the world gathers. The stable is a place for outcasts, the ignored and the forgotten.

— from the book The Wisdom of Fulton Sheen, emphasis added

Tired but Still Writing

I feel so tired, but I have to go to work in an hour. In addition, I can’t seem to write anything even vaguely poetic. 

I can be thankful that I get to go to work (especially since lately there haven’t been as many hours because we haven’t been busy, so they haven’t needed me as much). I am also thankful for the women’s group at my church, which just happened. It is better to go than not to go. 

Even with food and coffee, I’m still so tired. 


 

Sitting here trying to write, I can be thankful for words,
For the coffee and the gentle breeze, on this sunny weekday -- 
And the warmth of friends who are like family, in sweet memories. 

A sijo for Ronovan Writes’s prompt. 

Keep Me Safe

Wrote this this morning after sleeping and/or wanting nothing more than to sleep for 16 hours.


 

Keep me safe
From my own self, O God, 
You are the one who made me this way.

You have let
Me cry myself to sleep,
Yet not the sleep of eternal peace.

I've written 
Poems dark as the ink used
To write them, without line breaks in life. 
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Stream of Consciousness and Pie

For SoCS: “on your/my plate.”

Today I didn’t have much on my plate. It being Saturday, that’s laundry day in my house, but I am one of those weird people who likes to do laundry. 🙂 Other than that, the day had mostly pleasant things to offer. One of the most pleasant things was the pie on my plate for lunch. I ate pumpkin pie and berry pie, plus a little bit of cheesy potatoes and some homemade applesauce, so pie was basically the main dish. Best of all, I don’t even regret it. Take that, anorexia!

Speaking of which, the eating disorder does come up all the time, but it’s mostly thoughts and feelings, not actions so much. It used to be like a full-time job, just managing that disease so that I wouldn’t end up in 24/7 care again (yes, again). Talk about having a lot on your plate! In 24/7 care, pretty much all you do is eat and go to therapy and eat and do more therapy and eat, LOL.

I was going to go to the café again today to write, as writing poems was another item on my plate today, but I did not do that. Poetry writing is an integral part of my day, whether or not I post. I have a good (in my opinion) poem to share with you, but unfortunately it is not done.

It’s fun eating bunches of pie,
Stomach and sweet tooth to satisfy,
But better is writing some poems,
Because then I feel like I’m home.

Sorry my brain doesn’t seem to be working well enough to write more than a little quatrain for SoC!

writer’s block
is really a shame
dot dot dot

stay tuned
for more writing
but not too close to now
tomorrow at the earliest
I think

A Blessing: May You Be At Peace

It’s time for Fandango’s Flashback Friday! This is from November 24, 2016, not exactly this same date on a different year, but I had to share this. I am copying the whole post:

May you be at peace with who you are,
Cease fighting, cease striving, cease firing
Shots preemptively, against authenticity,
May you take yourself into your arms,
Laying down armaments, unloading weapons,
May you find peace, quietness and rest.


I am thankful that I am learning how to do this, how to accept myself and even to embrace the way God made me. It’s a hard battle, but there are plenty of times when I have peace in the midst of it. I hope that you, too, can have peace today.


When I rediscovered that today, I almost felt like crying. Way to go, Jenna from 6 years ago. 🙂