Gates For Thought – Thankful Thursday

Got to stop progression
And wait for things to come
The moment isn’t here yet
Evening hasn’t rung

Sometimes we have to slow down. We live in a world that wants instant gratification. Wants thingsĀ now and not later. We want that, too. We don’t want to wait and sit still, don’t want to acknowledge that we can’t run when it’s hard to even just walk

We want to do things, we want to do them when we want to.

But sometimes we need to slow down and wait. Not because patience is a virtue, but because we need to move slowly so as not to hurt ourselves. You don’t expect something broken and just glued back together to be hardened and solid for a while, after all. We need to remember that about ourselves as well.

This was supposed to be a post on how I’m still grateful for child gates as we have to use one to keep the dogs away from a section of drywall we have to replace while renovating the kitchen. Then I got tired and distracted. Still, I am grateful for the gates not just for how I’ve needed to use them, but also for when something like this makes me think.

Memory Stings

Before you can blink
And sharper than you think
Rips open the skin
But the slice is so thin

Had to slip off and then re-tighten some barbed wire in a corner of the pasture fencing. Just about sliced over an old scar on my left pinkie finger, but just barely missed it. The scar’s from a small line of stitches I received when I was nine. So it stings a little, but not too badly. It wouldn’t sting so much if I would stop pressing on it.

Memory is a lot like that. You go back on think on things, especially if they hurt. You hope that pressing on it, remembering it, will help lessen how much it stings. Forgetting that pressing on it too much makes it hard to gain distance and perspective. Give it time to seal up enough to withstand recollection. Although, sometimes, you’re able to stop a repetition of something with the scar for a reminder.

A Moment’s Thought

Low though I find myself
Only thinking with my rage
Various moments in mind’s eye
Even now, stealing wisdom sage

Letting myself get caught up
Into pain and hurt so bright
Keeping myself lost in a daze
Eve’s coming on such a sight

I spent many years being angry, so very angry to learn the lesson that you can love someone and not like them at all. I forgot the whole point of said lesson. Loving someone is about the person. Liking someone is about their actions.

I Prefer to Laugh

Lost in my pain I will not be
Anchoring though it is to me
Serving its purpose always
Taken as another path waves

The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache. –Marjorie Pay Hinkley

The last thing I want to do is give myself a dehydration headache from crying. Laughing also has the benefit of giving my lungs extra exercise, which they surely need to grow stronger.

Close Enough to See

Not going to say it was easy
Initially was pretty rough
Can’t seem to speak clearly
Knowing it could disappear in a puff
Not going to give up so easy
Actually going to cling
My friends still like to tease me
Even as together we fly on wing


This was what came to mind while I was readingĀ  a book about a group of friends.