patterns on my floor

Easter And Spring Poetry

patterns on my floor
moving with the breeze
sun from the West
highlights
branches of leaves

Time Of Singing
Volume 38, Number 1
Spring 2011

The vintage image is courtesy of Reusable Art.

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Growing Older: Reflections and Gratitude

How grateful I am to be growing older. There were significant health challenges for me in 2018. I think of this year as “Recovery Phase 2.” I rest in faith and good care. I also say “daily dedication and small steps.”

As I helped with my mother’s care, I saw that part of being older is the acceptance of how life changes. People we once knew “in person” may no longer be here.

In 1987, I earned the Doctor of Education (Ed.D) degree at Northern Illinois University. This past week, a fellow student, Gretchen, passed away. In the previous many years, Regina, and then Karen, also passed away. I help with an email newsletter, as professors and students have stayed in touch. They all have achieved so much, and continue to serve. We honor all.

Many ways to serve and make a contribution. A blog post that sends out light, joy, creativity, and hope is wonderful. I enjoy reading/viewing posts each day.

Karl’s photos add so much to my/our blogs. Here are a few from 2018:

Lake Michigan
Oostburg, Wisconsin
July 2018

Garden Journal
July 2018

I continue to pray the Psalms. They give me strength, hope, and are both familiar and always new.

Ellen Grace Olinger

“early will I seek thee” Psalm 63

Poems From Psalms And Nature

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O God,

thou art my God;

early

will I seek

thee

Psalm 63: 1a (KJV)

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The image is a sample from Seguy’s Art Deco Designs,
courtesy of The Dover Design Sampler (Dover Publications).

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I love to reread books . . .

Poems From Psalms And Nature

I love to reread books I first read years ago. 

New thoughts about what the writers were–are–saying occur to me, perhaps because I’m the same age, or older now, than they were when they wrote their poetry and prose.

At the same time, I don’t believe I completely missed what they were saying.

Rather their words helped create the strength to “see me through” when my turn to experience some of the same events, in my own way, would arrive.

What a beautiful mystery.  Language.  “In the beginning was the Word…”  John 1: 1

Photo of roses by Karl.

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