In 2023 we are more uncertain than we knew how to be before
Day: February 11, 2023
I did not lift my head
Drawn towards the tunnel deep and dark
if I entered then my life was done
My voice was mute my choices few and stark
I looked for help but no help had then come
Paralysed by grief and fear I stayed
The time went by and I sat still and dumb
I did not lift my head nor say a prayer.
Until I learned a golden light had come
I was wrapped in love and comfort warm.
No words were spoken yet I seem to hear
I felt absorbed in love and held in calm.
Turn back to Life he said for I am near.
He changed my heart because it had turned black
Love had entered through a little crack
How to Get Past Your Fear of Writing Poetry – The Poetry Salon
The patient woman killed her husband dear
When she spoke never seemed to hear.
She hit him with a frying pan, it broke
Full of eggs and bacon , but not toast.
The husband had long hoped to kill his wife.
Yet he could not cook to save his life.
The house was far too small to kill a cat.
What will the judge and jury say to that?
Do not be too patient with your mate
Otherwise you’ll both called the late
I am patient
A good few years ago I had to have surgery on my eyes and and it was not totally successful but I can see ok with my left eye. In fact that my husband used to complain about this if I could see better than someone with both eyes. It took me a year to recover from the surgery because of my eyes went oval.
When I was recovering I took up knitting and made what I thought was shawls but I found people were hanging them on the wall. I think I think it was the colours.
Be more ambitious I thought. I decided where you started off with one then you had three because that was easy and from then on you increased twicebin the middle of the row. I had a lot of leftover mohair so I decided to to to make the shawl striped.
As I knitted the number of stitches increased and when I got to about 60 stitches sometimes I wasn’t sure where the middle was and I had to count all the stitches on the needle which was circular to make sure I was in the right place so all went well until I got to about 90 stitches and I need needed to count them again so I began to one of the 49 50 51 52… 80 81 82
Before I got to the middle my husband me a question about something else so I answered him but then I had to start counting the route again. That happened about 5 or 6 times and I began to feel annoyed.
I said to him,will you look at me. And then I said can you see all this kniting on all the circular needle I am trying to count the stitches and I’ve tried 6 times no lw but you interrupt me before x in the end
Please look at me before you speak and if I am counting do not ask me a question but if I am just knitting you can talk to me or ask me a question
I felt like hitting him on the head with any implement to hand. Then knocks on the head are dangerous especially if you are short sighted.
I didn’t lose my temper and I think if I had lost my temper it would have taken me a long time to recover from it because he didn’t know what I was doing but I wasn’t reading so he thought you could talk to me I wish I could remember what he wanted to ask me now that I am alone. How I wish he was here to interrupt me.
The Skill of Patience – Columbia Metropolitan Magazine
Learning to accept daily frustrations
By Thomas Barbian, Ph.D.
Patience is a virtue! Or, at least that is how the saying goes. But is it really? Patience is defined as “the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble or suffering without getting angry or upset,” a definition with several important components. Patience is also a skill. We can work on increasing our ability to be patient and engage in practices to become a more patient person.
Before looking at how to develop more patience, it is best to define what we are actually talking about. Patience (or the lack thereof — impatience) occurs in response to some sort of difficulty or delay in life that is not going according to expectation. A day can hardly be lived without encountering something that interferes with our plans, and so we might say that the “interferences” or “disruptions” are a normal part of life; to expect otherwise will make it difficult to be patient.
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The suffering of the old
The pathos of her howl cuts through my bones
Dementia is the illness noone knows
For hours of night and day she calls again
The staff are underpaid,yet care remains
Yet should sick people have to hear her. cries
As some of us will live yet some will die