Sunday, March 29, 2015

Slice of Life: No Matter How Old 29 of 31

It's the last day of spring break, but I am feeling refreshed.  I just spent the last four days at Mom's.  While I was there I managed some good food, a fair amount of sleep, a reasonable number of card games, a bit of exercise (those hills are killer), and plenty of laughter.  While I was with her, I had to smile; it doesn't matter how old you are your mom can always make you feel ten again.   Today is her birthday.  Happiness is found in a birthday wish --- and a little advice.  So...


No matter how old
you are,
your mom will
still expect you to eat
everything on your plate,
consider seconds,
and leave plenty of room
for dessert.

No matter how old
you are,
your mom will always
worry when you are sick,
suggest you wear a coat
even if you don't think
it's cold outside.

No matter how old
you are,
your mom will
cheer you on,
hang your work
on her refrigerator
like its a masterpiece.

No matter how old
you are,
your mom will
tell you that you can,
even when you aren't
so sure.

No matter how old
you are,
your mom will
know all of your favorites,
even if they have changed
time and time
again.

No matter how old
you are,
your mom's words
will whisper in your ear
guiding your next steps
and pointing you in
the right direction.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2015


For the month of March I will be participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge hosted at Two Writing Teachers.  It will be a busy month of writing, commenting, and learning with this community.  This year I've decided to try to focus my writing around happiness.  Stop by today's link up to join the conversation or find some great reading.










Saturday, March 28, 2015

Slice of Life: To Live Near Water 28 of 31

Today we went on a bit of an adventure.  When I had last visited my mom I had managed to find a bench with a great view to the water while on a walk one lazy afternoon.  Of course, I wasn't really sure where that bench might be, but with a few bits of logic we began to narrow the possibilities and took off to find it.

We knew it had to be close.  I wasn't likely to have walked too far in this hilly place.  I always joke that I'm from the flatlands.  I'm not used to mountains.  My mom, however, assures me they are just tiny foothills.  We went down the road I figured was most likely to be the one I would have chosen to wander.   It wasn't too far from the road to my mom's house and was pretty easy to access.

When we came upon a steeper than normal hill, my daughter quipped she doubted I would have gone down that hill knowing I would have to come back up it.  She had a point, but I could see water.  I knew I'd break this rule to be near the water.

We ventured down the hill.   Down, down, down, we climbed.  Of course, I knew soon we'd have to go right back up, up, up.  As we got to the bottom of the hill we could see the spot.  The bench sat near the water, surrounded by tall thin pines shading it from the sun.  We sat down for a minute and enjoyed the view.  It was a quiet place.  You could see water on both sides and gently rolling foothills seemed to hold it in place.  The only boat was a small fishing boat that was quietly poised to spend some time hoping for a big catch.

The scene was just as I had remembered it.  The water quiet and so clear you could look down into it.  The bench allowed one to sit and watch for as long as desired.  Since I had found the bench last, they had added a small boat dock to the area, some picnic tables, and a few grills.  It looked like a great place to just stop and hang out.   The bench sat alone to the side.

There's something calming about being near water.  With the sun reflecting from the lake, the color is intensified.  Do people who live near the water ever take it for granted?  I'd love to have a place that makes me want to pull my paper out and try to write; where the challenge each day would be to try to capture the wonder in a photograph.  Happiness can always be found near water.  When you need a minute to sort things out the water calls to you, "Sit down for a bit.  We'll think about it together."  Before you know it, the water has taken all of your cares away and replaced them with something better to consider.

For the month of March I will be participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge hosted at Two Writing Teachers.  It will be a busy month of writing, commenting, and learning with this community.  This year I've decided to try to focus my writing around happiness.  Stop by today's link up to join the conversation or find some great reading. 

Friday, March 27, 2015

Slice of Life: Are There Words? 27 of 31

If spring won't come to you, go find spring.  Happiness is found in signs of spring. 

Are There Words?
Could there be words
that haven't been written
as spring waltzes
into the world
with brush strokes of color?

Could there be
new words
to describe the beauty
of the flowers
in bloom?

Could there be
a way to capture
the sounds of an earth,
silent only days ago
now bursting with life?

Is it possible
to find a unique way
to show
the whisper of water,
until recently standing still?

Are there words
to illustrate
the deepness of green,
the brightness of blooms,
the blue of the sky?

Is there a way
to ever truly capture
the joy
as the earth awakens
from a long winter slumber?

© Cathy L. Mere, 2015



For the month of March I will be participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge hosted at Two Writing Teachers.  It will be a busy month of writing, commenting, and learning with this community.  This year I've decided to try to focus my writing around happiness.  Stop by today's link up to join the conversation or find some great reading. 


It's Poetry Friday!  Stop by Check It Out where Jone hosts today's parade of wondrous words.






Thursday, March 26, 2015

Slice of Life: Six Word Slices 26 of 31

It had to happen at some point in the Slice of Life Challenge:  six word stories.  Here are a few that tell about my day.  Lots of happiness to be found today.  (OK, maybe not the euchre defeat.)  

Happiness is Found in Six Word Slices
Waking up to sunshine and green.

Walking on hills is more work.

An afternoon walk ends in surprise.

No dessert tastes like delicious cheesecake.

Defeat in euchre isn't the end.  

Wisconsin Badgers move onto elite eight.

For the month of March I will be participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge hosted at Two Writing Teachers.  It will be a busy month of writing, commenting, and learning with this community.  This year I've decided to try to focus my writing around happiness.  Stop by today's link up to join the conversation or find some great reading. 


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Slice of Life: Putting Things Aside 25 of 31

Some days you work a little harder to find happiness.  Some days are a little cloudier, and we have to really look for sunshine.  Somehow a virus won the battle earlier this week, putting me behind on all of my lists.  Today I have places to be, but the things I had hoped to have accomplished need to be put aside until there is time to do them.  I know they'll wait, but wish I could've stayed on course.

The change in plan, makes me have to look a little harder and search a little deeper.   Despite the lack of accompishment, I tried to look forward.  I had an appointment for a much needed haircut.  Happiness wasn't found in having someone else fight with my curls to straighten my hair.  It wasn't found in finally being able to eat something.  It wasn't found in the sight of dogwoods finally in bloom or in mountains and rolling clouds playing together in the evening sky.

Tonight happiness was found in being able to set the list aside and focusing on things that matter most.  Sometimes we have to give ourselves a little space, a little room for error.  Sometimes just being able to take things as the come to us is the best way to find happiness.  There's beauty in clouds too.  

For the month of March I will be participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge hosted at Two Writing Teachers.  It will be a busy month of writing, commenting, and learning with this community.  This year I've decided to try to focus my writing around happiness.  Stop by today's link up to join the conversation or find some great reading. 


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Slice of Life: Sleep 24 of 31



today
i didn't
get to the list
i had prepared
full of
to dos
instead
it seemed
sleep
was necessary
happiness
was found
in a day
of rest

© Cathy L. Mere, 2015

For the month of March I will be participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge hosted at Two Writing Teachers.  It will be a busy month of writing, commenting, and learning with this community.  This year I've decided to try to focus my writing around happiness.  Stop by today's link up to join the conversation or find some great reading. 

Monday, March 23, 2015

Slice of Life: Happiness is Found in Memories 23 of 31

It was the first official day of spring break....so it was snowing.

It seemed the perfect day to tackle my closet.  It was time to clear out some of the items I had been hanging onto for far too long.  I began pulling things out, sorting items into piles, and trying to begin to weed out what needed to go.  It wasn't long until I managed to get the clothing and the shoes under control, and then moved onto the bags.  Somehow I have quite a collection of old wallets and all those small cosmetic bags that are given away for free.  I'm really not sure why I hang onto them.  I could hold my year's supply of cosmetics in my hand.

For me the best way to keep my closet under control is to only allow a particular amount of space for things I need.  Pants have so much room in the closet.  Shoes have a spot.  Sweaters must fit on the shelf.  I have a cloth box I use to store the wallets and bags I plan to keep.  They need to all fit inside of the container which means a few needed to go.

As I sorted through to determine those I would keep, I had to smile.  For some reason, all the sorting of small bags reminded me of time with my grandma.  She used to let me play in her shoes.  I'd walk around the house in every pair.  My grandma was stylish so she had shoes in every color.  It was a little girl's dream playground.  She'd let me do the same with her jewelry and her bags.  I could never believe how many bags my grandma had.  I knew she hardly used any of them and always wondered why she kept so many.  I guess in time you just collect things.  They're too good to get rid of, but you don't continue to use them yourself.

Has I picked up a bag, then a wallet, then another bag, I shook my head.  I suddenly understood how my grandma had so many bags.  I really only use a bag or two of the twenty I put back into the container.  Why I hang onto them, I have no idea.  Maybe I'm a little like my grandma.

For the month of March I will be participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge hosted at Two Writing Teachers.  It will be a busy month of writing, commenting, and learning with this community.  This year I've decided to try to focus my writing around happiness.  Stop by today's link up to join the conversation or find some great reading.