Category: Healing

National Doctors’ Day – March 30: My Grateful Reflections

We learned about National Doctors’ Day from Aurora Health Care Foundation, which we support. I am grateful for my nurse practitioner and doctors. For everyone who helps me – the entire staffs where I receive kind and excellent care.

When I was in the hospital last summer, I experienced grace and peace. I said thank you to all who helped me. I thought, “Where did I learn how to do this?” And I thought of my overnights in a Milwaukee hospital with my mother, and her care in general. She taught me. And my heart was full, because I pray the Psalms. I was not able to read then, for a time. Some of the authors I read a lot are Jan Karon, Luci Shaw, Barbara Crooker, many memoirs over time. Our blogs. Poetry journals.

So good to do our work as we can, read, view art – our gifts and their expressions vary. Everyone has a gift.

And when I cannot write, I review my blog archives. I’ve started a few lists of poems for large print chapbooks. These will be gifts for my caregivers and fellow patients. Anyone who needs a simple book in a time of need – or simply a busy day.

I am on a new journey, with Karl’s faithful help too. Better now. Work to do. Appointments on the calendar, and grateful for care. I can no longer be a caregiver, in terms of the physical work. Follow-up care is very important.

My parents passed away years ago – Dad in March 1983, and Mom in January 2004. It is a profound Mystery that I continue to feel their unconditional love. Love is eternal. My parents modeled what I call Big Picture Faith. We shall meet again. And I hope for a very long life, as they would wish for me, and I work towards this goal every day. I call this, Daily Dedication and Small Steps.

I am just beginning as an artist. With great-gratitude.

Emotionally and spiritually, I continue with the Psalms and Nature – the theme of this blog. I am watching Spring! And still need my winter coat by Lake Michigan in Wisconsin. That’s OK.

But he knoweth the way that I take:
when he hath tried me,
I shall come forth as gold.

Job 23: 10 (KJV)

Wait on the Lord:
be of good courage,
and he shall strengthen thine heart:
wait, I say, on the Lord.


Psalm 27: 14 (KJV)

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Ellen Grace Olinger

The Vine

I am the vine, ye are the branches:
He that abideth in me, and I in him,
the same bringeth forth much fruit:
for without me ye can do nothing.

John 15: 5 (KJV)

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“they that wait”

“…they that wait upon the LORD
shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk, and not faint.”

Isaiah 40: 31 (KJV)

I took this photo yesterday, and posted at Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin. This is my first photo in awhile. We bought the flowers at a store, and the light was so beautiful.

Ellen Grace Olinger

books and music

books and music
from over the years
live on these shelves

even if I don’t
reread or listen again

somehow their
healing influence
is in these words

older now
and when I shop
and when those who
help me are so kind
I am truly blessed

Poems from my archives

Through Pandora, I have been introduced to new music. Some of the artists are Helen Jane Long, Brian Crain, and Karen Marie Garrett. I bought a few CDs from Amazon. I like seeing the designs of the CDs, reading the notes, and being able to listen to a whole work by one artist.

And I am so grateful for kindness – here with our blogs, in our town, and other places. Thank you!

Ellen Grace Olinger

The Snow Falls

the snow falls
and the sun rises

I see the sun reflected
in a neighbor’s window

the snow falls
on everything

evergreen branches
picnic tables, rocks, grass

planters left untouched
for just this reason

the snow falls
on everything

also the graves
the fields that were
parched

this gentle healing
snowfall

Published first at Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin
December 2012

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Ellen Grace Olinger

sometimes

sometimes
it is enough
to simply hold
one of my
well-worn Bibles
and thank God
and then reread
a Psalm I’ve read
more times than
I know and still
discover something
new

From my archives

Ellen Grace Olinger