Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Chronicle of Solitude

I was born a Southern girl
Into a story-telling culture.
A budding Southern woman
Meeting expectations of the times.
I excelled at both.

But something more lurked beneath that child
True to myself and unknown.
My parents told me there were times
I turned my little rocking chair
To face the wall. Mama said “Leave her there.”

Did something peek beyond compliant self?
There must have been a hint of poetry to come
From solitude that is my homeland
And my second mother – recognized by Mama’s loving heart.
Who did entrust me to my future gift.


Daily Prompt: Baggage Check

Evening still and cool
My day’s worries put to rest.
Checked them at the door.


Haiku Challenge – Pitch and Time: Closeted Memories

Closet purging time.
Hard to pitch old clothes I love,
Dreams when garments fit.


Haiku: State of My Year

Half-way-between time.
Winter’s chills are behind me
Summer heat ahead.

Now whimsy-filled Spring
Locates soul’s ardent longings.
Promise uncertain.


Costa Rica Memory

One day on my recent trip to Costa Rica our group stopped for lunch in a small town. After we ate we had free time to wander around the town square and, of course, shop. I’m big on packing everything I expect to need when I travel in a small carry-on bag which allows for no additional items. Therefore, I’m not big on shopping.

I found a shady spot to sit on a park bench in the middle of the square. I looked around me and noticed a white Peace Pole planted in the flower bed across the sidewalk from my bench. That’s lovely, I thought. Soon I saw a young boy riding his bicycle on the sidewalk and smiled at him. He smiled back. In a moment when time seemed to stand still he reached toward me with a flower in his hand. I received the flower with a sense of wonder that this boy and I, and the Peace Pole, were somehow framed in a halo of love. I basked in the afterglow.

When I rejoined my fellow travellers to get back on the bus, I noticed that many of the women held flowers. They were discussing if they should have given him some money in exchange. I think that what was an epiphany for me was a market-place moment for some of them. I felt a little foolish. Love will do that to me. But I still believe that the boy wanted to give and wanted nothing more than for me to receive his gift.


Haiku: Singular Sensation

Grapefruit’s taste sublime
Makes my eyes bulge like Babette’s Feast.
My tongue comes alive.


Haiku: Happy Birthday to My Blog

T’was one year ago
Cronechronicler came to life.
Many happy more!


Haiku Challenge: Hunt and Wind

Spirit breathes on earth
Yearning to bind savage wounds
Of a shattered world.


Haiku: To a Recalcitrant Muse

Mind mired deep in tasks
Entreats poetic license.
Set my fancy free!

Open wide the sluice.
Words spray out with rapid flow
To revive the soul.

Language has its way.
Poems and stories come to mind
For another day.


Matters of Life and Death

Spring is moving right along. Yesterday the temperature hit seventy degrees. People were on the patio below my windows sunbathing. The family who lives in the first floor apartment that opens onto the patio who have their own good-sized garden plot were out digging and generally making way for planting season. The squirrel was in the oak tree beside my window looking for leaf buds to eat. The resident geese were in attendance. The pool has been drained and awaits a string of days warm enough for a fresh coat of paint to be applied before it can be filled with water. Summer is on the way.

Meanwhile my word game friends and I are having conversations about end-of-life matters after we read a book on the subject. I thought I had taken care of everything when my attorney in Chicago drew up Power of Attorney forms for health and finance along with a new will before I moved here to my new home. Just to be sure, I went over these forms and discovered they were already obsolete. They were created using Illinois forms and in my previous married name. I went to the Senior Center to get Ohio forms and start over. I even picked up a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) form for good measure. A trusted friend referred me to an attorney who would help me draw up a new will as well as check out the Ohio forms I had filled out. At our first meeting the attorney explained that I did not want a DNR at this time. This stopped me short. I had filled out and sent mine to my doctor who now has it on file. I had put my copy of the DNR on my refrigerator door where the EMS squad knows to look in the event of an emergency. After my attorney counseled against my having one at present I thought about the days before there were such forms. My mother had congestive heart failure and was taken to the hospital in an unresponsive condition. The doctor revived her and she lived three more good years before her heart failed for good. I went home and called my doctor to revoke the DNR he had on file for me. Then I removed my copy from the refrigerator door and tore it up – for now. Having an open-ended future and playing it by ear is a relief. I feel free to live and enjoy my good health and strong mind. I could be wrong but I’m willing to take that chance.

My attorney, who really knows her stuff, discussed a new will with me. She plans to make it so financial bequests to my sons are not subject to probate. She advised that personal bequests of family furniture and other such objects be included in a letter I’ll write that is to be referred to in my will. This letter sheds new light on my Last Will and Testament. It will be my last chance to surprise my sons with gifts – written in my own words instead of legal language. I look forward to writing it. Altogether I am looking ahead to aging in a new light. It’s like I will have training wheels to assist me but freedom to ride with the wind in my hair.