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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

Picky Eater

Picky Eater

I can’t stand mushrooms, abhor liver.
To dine on brains just makes me shiver.

Drinking milk’s against my wishes.
Fish is simply for the fishes.

Raw tomatoes? I’d rather die.
And one more mouthful I won’t try?
I have no taste for humble pie!

For the dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge: Shiver

Pierced Dove

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Pierced Dove

Art historians aver
and modern artists would concur
her paintings are a visual feast
inspired by the dreadful beast
that consumed her from within.
She painted it time and again.
Her sketches were a handbook of
pain of body and of love.
The thorn, the arrow, the pierced heart—
the years together and apart—
her happiness oft on the wing
prompts the cash register’s cha-ching
more than sixty years since she
finally set her spirit free,
leaving part of her unfurled
in paint, on canvas, for the world.

This is the piece I did for an exhibition in Mexico City honoring the 100th year since Frida’s birth. Its title is “Painterminable” (Pain, Painter Interminable.) I was very honored to be one of two non-Mexicans invited to exhibit. It coincided with a retrospective of her work. Sorry that my piece is so much larger than two of hers. I wanted to exhibit all three of her works as a gallery. Click on them to enlarge them. 

Prompt words today are cha-ching, handbook, sketches, aver and feast.

San Juan Cosala Women’s Art Invitational

Here are the eleven ladies and girls who participated in the Women’s Art Invitational in San Juan Cosala, along with the retablos they constructed. The show may be viewed for two more weeks, through February 5,  Tuesday through Saturday from 10-2 and 4-8 at Isidro Xilonsochitl’s Gallery, Porfirio Diaz #120 in San Juan Cosalá, 1/2 block west of Viva Mexico.

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All of the work was original and well-executed and it was a difficult job choosing, but below are the three winning entries.

Existencia by Goretti Chavira

Azul Marina by Cristina G. Sanchez

 

Intratervenos by Nora Rios

Little Jobs

Little Jobs

Why is it that just as I find a time for resting,
I think of another job life seems to be requesting?

Little jobs pursue me, destroying all my fun.
Life comprises all of them until my day is done.

Dogged and determined, I fulfill all of them,
tolerating constant toil, my life filled to the brim.

I am a proper martyr. I toil with little resting.
I have no time for joyful acts like partying and festing.

Tasks that are debilitating to much lesser folks
are to superior ones like me, merely nature’s pokes

to spur me on towards greatness—to glory and to fame.
In the annals of history, you’re sure to see my name.

So thank God for little jobs, for they add up at last
into that great accomplishment within which fame is cast.

 

Prompt words today are debilitating, doggedresting, comprise and tolerate. Image by Irena Carpaccio on Unsplash.

Now and Then: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning: Wordle 537

Now and Then

In cracking the present to reveal the past,
it shimmers, triumphant, expansively vast.
I tend to remember the moments most happy—
successful and positive, silly and sappy,
but when I remember it using a filter,
it leans to one side, completely off-kilter.

The same number of memories from days gone by
if remembered at all, are recalled with a sigh.
I reach into my heart and remember again
the more negative moments of days that have been.
Then I quiver with passions, now full of dejection
of the losses and failures  and pains of rejection

It’s the way of the world to give us one day
what in the future it will take away,
but nonetheless, we must live for the present
and accept all it offers—both painful and pleasant.
When we pin all our thoughts on past sadness and fun,
We fasten ourselves to a life that’s undone.

This is my answer to John Donne’s “A Valediction Forbidding Mourning.”

The Sunday Whir Wordle 537 prompts are: undone cracking triumph expansive reach quiver shimmering filter way reveal sigh moment

Corn Husk Flowers: FOTD, Jan 23, 2022

These are the award ribbons I made for the Women’s Invitational Art Challenge I sponsored in San Juan Cosala yesterday. Come back later to see the ten entries and photos of the opening reception. (The flowers are made of corn husks by ladies on the other side of the lake.)

For Cee’s FOTD

In Memorium

In Memorium

Disputes in terms of burial often may arise
when a family member meets with their demise.
Some crave a tasteful marble slab engraved with just a name,
while others wax panegyric, professing lives of fame.
The freedom to adorn the grave of one who’s gone above
with  flowers and with carvings of angel, lamb or dove,
is stretched as far as human taste allows one to express.
and as much as families are willing to confess.
Some histories are written clear. Others we have to guess.
In death as in their lives, showing their natures, more or less.

Prompts for the day are freedomdispute, tasteful, panegyric and burial.