100 Words: The Moment To Wake Up

Learn to wake up at the beginning of a misstep, on the way to the garden before your words sprout.

Wake up before the trowel digs them into the crooked row, before the watering can pours, before the row is marked with stakes and bright twine.

Wake up, too, prior to your words landing on a staff, before notes form, before they have sound.

Breathe. Pause. There’s no rush.

Where will this song take you-us-them? Where will it travel and how long?

Your song of words, is it life-giving? Is it the sound of nourishing rain, the sun, the moon?

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    shiner

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    I am very much enjoying the analogies you incorporate in your 100 words of poetic writing, lovely.

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thank you, Shiner. You know I write all the gardening and food phrases just for you!!! :–))) Love, Terri

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    Kathy Nelson

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    A poem by any other name … This is lovely.

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      Terri Crosby

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      Kathy, thank you. So kind to write your thoughts. I appreciate it! Love, Terri

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    Chris

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    ….. beautiful ……

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    Joyce Bagley-Menges

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    The click mechanism works!
    Kudos [again] for your loving soul, warm heart, and poetic sensitivity.

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thank you, Joyce! I appreciate you thinking this, and taking a moment to write me and tell me is such a bonus! Thanks so much! Love, Terri

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    Va

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    Terri–Another keeper. You do have a way with…………….a lot. Now I;m waiting for the one that tells you what to do after the words/actions have leaped out there!!!!!

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      Terri Crosby

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      You made me laugh! Well, as you might imagine I write from personal experience! So what I do is ask the other person if they have an eraser and if they are willing to use it so we can start over with a clean slate. Confession: I did this recently, which was the prompt for this post. Love you, Va!

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    Debby

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    Using a hundred words has transformed your essays into poetry. I really enjoy all your writing and really savor these short musings. The images you create with words are stunning. Debby

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thanks so much! Encouragement is a wonderful thing! Terri

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She’s Got Love Fingers

Christie Lenee can play a guitar. She’s the 2017 International Finger Style Guitar Champion of the Year. In September of last year in London, she also won Acoustic Guitarist of the Year.

But lucky for us, she’s not just a champion guitar player. Christie Lenee is also quite the composer.

A friend of hers, Michael Pukac, requested that she write a song, one he described as “the story of love.” She scribbled notes and went to work.

Through Christie’s ability to imagine, his desire became music. Now she plays this song for the world with her love fingers. Lucky you, lucky me, lucky us.

Take very good care of yourself this week. Why not sing a little…

Love,

Terri

Terri’s book of photography combined with poetry: 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart.

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Rise Up by Andra Day

What a great set of words for these oncoming days.

Rise Up

Andra Day
 
You’re broken down and tired
Of living life on a merry go round
And you can’t find the fighter
But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out
And move mountains
We gonna walk it out
And move mountains
And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
And I’ll rise up
High like the waves
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
When the silence isn’t quiet
And it feels like it’s getting hard to breathe
And I know you feel like dying
But I promise we’ll take the world to its feet
And move mountains
Bring it to its feet
And move mountains
And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
All we need, all we need is hope
And for that we have each other
And for that we have each other
And we will rise
We will rise
We’ll rise, oh, oh
We’ll rise
I’ll rise up
Rise like the day
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I will rise a thousand times again
And we’ll rise up
High like the waves
We’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
We’ll rise up
And we’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Cassandra Monique Batie / Jennifer Decilveo
Rise Up lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Terri’s book of photography combined with poetry: 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart.

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Rippling Abs, Anyone?

Rippling Abs, Anyone?

During this strange time in history, I noticed y’all were tackling all sorts of interesting projects. I decided I needed one, too—something positive to remember the pandemic of 2020 by.
 
I decided to pay attention to something I had abandoned…
 
Nope, I’m not cleaning my garage. I am not organizing one single thing. I’m not planting a garden or cleaning up my yard.
 
Instead, I decided to take care of myself better. This, folks, has made all the difference for me.
 
With relatively little time and effort on my part, I feel so much better than I did a month ago.
 
On March 30, I got on the exercise bike and the yoga mat for the first time in a long time, and did 30 minutes each. I liked it so much that I decided to do it every day. But I fell short of that, and changed my commitment to every other day, which felt more manageable, reasonable, and doable.
 
I also get off the bike after every song, take a couple of sips of water, shake out my legs and arms for a few seconds, and get back on. This makes the bike project a reasonable proposition, too.
 
Daily walks of any length—by myself, or with my little guy, Jackson—are a fresh air bonus.
 
My recumbent exercise bike has pulleys to work my upper body while I pedal, which gets my heart rate up fast, and also helps my whole-body strength. It feels good to get up from writing, or doing a consulting session with a client, to do something physically challenging while listening to good music.
 
After only a month, I feel a sheet of muscles on the front of me I haven’t felt for a very, very long time. Goodness gracious. Who knew they were there. I’ll be posting rippling ab photos soon, I’m sure.
 
I have no idea what the scales have to say about my bike/yoga project—I don’t care. Paying attention to scales tends to send me sideways, and therefore, I’m ignoring them completely.
 
But—I LOVE the way I feel! Hang in there, everyone.
 

Terri’s book of photography combined with poetry: 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart.

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