If I Had My Life to Live Over I Would Do It Again

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How is your Monday going? I found a poem titled If I had my life to live over over again past Nadine Stair on 1 of my favorite blogs Swiss Miss recently. Nadine, 85, writes:

If I had my life to live over again,
I'd dare to make more mistakes side by side time.
I'd relax.
I'd limber up.
I'd be sillier than I've been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances,
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.

You lot can scroll down to read the full verse form in the Poetry Corner. But something in Nadine'southward words stirred me, because the year has been almost realisations and confrontations, and because I really want to modify how I speak to myself. To live more than, regret less.

The poem as well made me think of some solid advice from author Louise Hay:

"You've been criticizing yourself for years and it hasn't worked. Effort accepting yourself and see what happens."
- Louise Hay

Equally we walk into the future, together and alone, shall we give self-acceptance our 100%, if only to see what happens?

Poetry Corner

Some deep poems about the time to come, age and moving forward to continue you visitor on cold winter nights:

If I had my life to alive once again past Nadine Stair, Louisville at 85 years of age
(via Swiss Miss)

If I had my life to live over once again,
I'd dare to make more mistakes side by side time.
I'd relax.
I'd limber up.
I'd be sillier than I've been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances,
I would eat more than ice cream and less beans.

I would, peradventure, accept more than actual troubles just fewer imaginary ones.
you run across, I'm one of those people who was sensible and sane,
60 minutes after hour,
24-hour interval after twenty-four hours.

Oh, I've had my moments.
If I had to do it once more,
I'd have more than of them.
In fact, I'd try to have aught else- only moments,
one after another, instead of living so many years alee of each 24-hour interval.

I've been 1 of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot-water canteen, a raincoat, and a parachute.
If I could do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had to live my life over,
I would start barefoot earlier in the spring
and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances,
I would ride more merry-get-rounds,
I would option more than daisies.

Futurity Plans past Kate Barnes

When I am an old, erstwhile woman I may very well exist
living all alone like many another before me
and I rather wait forward to the twenty-four hours when I shall have
a tumbledown business firm on a loma top and behave
only as I wish to. No more demand to exist proud—
at the tag end of life one is at last allowed
to be accountable to no one. So I shall wear
a shapeless felt hat clapped on over my white hair,
sneakers with holes for the toes, and a ragged clothes.
My house shall exist always in a deep-drifted mess,
my overgrown garden a jungle. I shall go on a crew
of cats and dogs, with perhaps a caprine animal or two
for my agate-eyed familiars. And what delight
I shall take in the vagaries of twenty-four hours and night,
in the wind in the branches, in the rain on the roof!
I shall toss like an old leaf, weather-mad, without reproof.
I'll wake when I delight, and when I please I shall doze;
any I think, I shall say; and I suppose
that with such a habit of speech I'll be let well alone

to mumble patently truth like an old canis familiaris with a bare bone.

Haiku past Helen Ogden

climate change
against all odds
I plant seedlings

New Every Morning past Susan Coolidge

Every mean solar day is a fresh offset,
Heed my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.

The Optics Of The Future by Terry Tempest Williams

The optics of the hereafter are looking back at us,
and they are praying
that we might see beyond our own fourth dimension.
They are kneeling with hands clasped
that we might human action with restraint,
that we might leave room for the life
that is destined to come.
To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle.
Maybe the wildness nosotros fright
is the intermission betwixt our ain heart beats,
the silent space that says nosotros live just past grace
wildness, wilderness lives by this same grace,
wild mercy is in our hands.
Permit this be our prayer, reimagined.

Loading the Woodshed — 2012 past David Budbill

I finished loading the woodshed today. Every twelvemonth
I tell myself, This is it, the last time. It'southward just too
much work, also painful, and I'm too former.
And then, the next year, when fall rolls
around, the air gets cold, and the geese become s, I
load the woodshed once more.

How long will this go on? I'm seventy-two.
Every yr it takes me longer to recover,
yet every year I proceed doing it.

Information technology's just, now that I'm done, I can leave into
the woodshed, sit in a chair, and expect at all those
neatly stacked rows, six and a half feet high, half-dozen anxiety
long and sixteen inches deep, two sets of rows like that,
left and correct, four full string — not much by some standards —
merely enough to keep united states of america warm all winter.

When I become out and await at what I've done, I become such a deep
sense of satisfaction from this backaching labor that I tin can't
imagine a twelvemonth without going through all that pain again.

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India correspond!

I wrote about Lokame Tharavadu for Hyperallergic's The Best of 2021: Our Top 10 Exhibitions Around the World year-terminate listing! :)

Curated by Bose Krishnamachari, the first-ever edition of Lokame Tharavadu (The Earth is Ane Family) features over 3,000 works by 267 artists who trace their roots back to the coastal boondocks of Alappuzha in Kerala, Republic of india. The show explores a variety of artistic perspectives, across mediums and styles, on home, gender, identity, belonging, and the universal spirit of humanity in the midst of a global pandemic. A celebration of the diverseness of artistic practices coming out of Kerala, it has introduced art and aesthetics to a small town in South India by thinking locally and acting globally.

One of my poem seeds was picked upwardly for Ñaat? When Is Now, a global, collaborative work of linked verse and murals. Ñaat? comes from Marshallese, pregnant "When?".

More than than whatever other time in human history, the climate crisis forces usa to live today with the echoes of past actions and the dubiousness of our futures. Nosotros are Here: in the midst of simultaneous biophysical, socio-political crises that demand the remaking of our world in a Now, where the boundaries between technical policy, science, art and stories no longer agree.

The Agam Agenda, a special project of the Institute for Climate and Sustainable Cities (ICSC), is inviting poets and artists effectually the world to express the question "When?" to unlock doors that pb to reckoning and acts of restoration. When will globe leaders heed and deed with the urgency required by the climate crisis? How presently? How quickly? An answer exists. For those already experiencing the impacts of climate alter the reply is now--or fifty-fifty yesterday--and as fast equally possible.

You tin read more about the project on whenisnow.org and respond to my poem seed with your own verse in the link below. I'yard also working on a mural for the projection this calendar week with a friend! More details on that soon. :)

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