July, the seventh month of the year, named by the Roman Senate in honor of Julius Caesar. Quintilis ‘fifth month’ in Latin, was his birth month, which represents where this month originally fell in the Roman calendar. It was renamed when Julius Caesar died.
Working From Home
I remember the days when I’d speculate
That working from home would simply be great.
No need for the car, the tie and the suit,
No need, ever again, for that daily commute.
Of all the public places, dear
to make a scene, I’ve chosen here. Continue reading
Feeling too safe, too quickly
Forgetting the ones we lost
What’s going to be the price I wonder
Restarting life at all costs
Days later it struck me that I had watched a man die when I saw George Flyod’s begging for air. The video showed George Floyd, the man, at his most vulnerable moment and I witnessed it -unable to help, unable to change the outcome. Continue reading
There is always one somewhere. An ordinary man or woman, who shows extraordinary strength when it’s needed the most. Continue reading
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
My blogging friend Lisa, who I call “The Birdlady” as a form of endearment, posted this beautiful piece on her blog A DAY IN A LIFE. The following text resonated not just with me, but with many of my friends who I forwarded it to. I don’t like the reblog function, so with Lisa’s permission, I repost this here on my blog.
This is the apocalypse
A daffodil has poked its head up
from the dirt and opened
sunny arms to bluer skies
yet I am filled with
dark and anxious dread
as theaters close as travel ends and
grocery stores display their empty rows
where toilet paper liquid bleach
and bags of flour stood in upright ranks. Continue reading
Stay home, they say and I do.
Don’t stress out, they say and I try.
We are in it together, they say
and I know they are lying. Continue reading