You are gifted with a different sort of blog this week. My muse insisted this be the message. I look forward to hearing from you. Stop in and chat with me Tuesday at Vintage & Modern Books from 12:30 – 2:30.
Category: Nostalgia
OBSERVATIONS #18 – 12.24.24
Call – Color Feel Response – I Must Do To Be By – Mimi Peterson I Must Do To Be I must do to be, Things move, change waits, Words interrupt, hands interpret, Bodies heal, thoughts roam. Before you, after me, Sands drift to form dunes and valleys, Swirling shapes shift with times motion, And…
OBSERVATION #11-10.26.24
Call – Don’t Dis Me, Theme of the Month Response – Musings on Nobody’s Perfect, Anecdotes by M By – Mimi Peterson My Musings on Nobody’s Perfect with Anecdotes by B, C, J, L, M,Like butterflies, words escaped the cocoon of the story teller’s memory,Like fairy tales, transformed and captured under my pen. mp Meet…
OBSERVATIONS #10 – 10.19.24
Call – Don’t Dis Me, Theme of the Month Response – Musings on Nobody’s Perfect, Anecdotes by – Mimi Peterson About the Arts and Humanities Happy National Arts and Humanities month! The White House issued its yearly proclaim that states: “The arts and humanities bring people together and show us that we have more in…
OBSERVATIONAL INTERLUDE
Call – 10.5.24 Response – Flubbing Around By – Mimi Peterson Flubbing AroundIt is always a challenge,To find where to begin,What to say and do.Although the list starts short,Words form in quick succession.Each a cue of what follows,Too many additions block lively ambition,On the list of things to do.As perceived by the Do-ers, Waves of…
OBSERVATIONS #8 – 9.21.24
Call – Don’t Dis Me, Theme of the Month Response – Musings on Nobody’s Perfect by – Mimi Peterson About Me Alone, only the distant street sounds penetrate my thoughts, Only the skylight’s my mood, Only coffee, cooling in my favorite mug, Waits within reach. I sit at the old family table of notorious memories,…
Drug.Abuse.Resistance.Education
My very first essay entry was for the D.A.R.E program. A program that was introduced into the schools to inspire the youth to refrain from drug use and violence. I was in the 5th grade attending North Park Elementary School in Racine, WI. Even though I was a child, I felt like it was my…
Dirty chucks
I dreamt that I was walking down the halls of an unfamiliar school. The school may have been unfamiliar but the way that I carried myself in my pupil days was not. I’ve always had a big spirit, but growing up I didn’t always know that or know my purpose or how valuable it was….
Prayer and offerings
Family gathering for the living and deceased Table spread with savory foods, rich bread, and sweets A voided space between realms filled with laughter Candles lit for prayer, protection, and to guide our loved ones along the way Water poured into fancy glasses for libations and hydration Music playing to raise the frequency of the…
All That’s Left/All I’ve Ever Known
by Jessie Lynn McMains All that’s left of my youth is a stack of notebooks with secrets scrawled in fading ink, a shoebox full of cassette tapes I’ve played so many times the sound has faded to ghost-static, and a plastic bin of zine flats, every word and picture peeling off one-by-one as the glue…
