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Sharon Canfield Dorsey – A Day At A Time…The Journey Continues … July 21 – July 31, 2019

JULY 21, 2019: The new theory of decluttering is…hold the item in your hands…if it doesn’t give you joy, out it goes! So far, I’ve thrown out a magnifying mirror and a size 8 bathing suit.

JULY 22, 2019:  Mother nature sent a mini tornado our way late tonight. Heard the “train” noise then loud thumps on roof and deck. Too dark to see damage. No leaks so far. Can’t sleep.

JULY 23, 2019: Up at daylight. Looks like half a tree on roof. Deck covered in limbs, debris, can’t open door onto deck. Called my great lawn guys – on their way. Scared about roof.

JULY 24, 2019: Chris and Terry worked all day yesterday. Got tree off roof and most limbs off deck. Chain saws going all over neighborhood. Roads open. Debris everywhere.

JULY 25, 2019: Roof guys came today. No major damage, Whew! So far the lawn guys have hauled away four trailer loads and four truckloads of limbs. They estimate two more of each.

JULY 26, 2019: Drove around neighborhood today. Huge trees twisted out of ground and tops of trees twisted off. A couple of houses with trees through roof. So lucky my damage wasn’t worse!

JULY 27, 2019: Had a minute to reflect today. Wonder where the deer herd huddled down when the trees were blowing away. Saw a doe with three fawns a few days ago. Hope they survived.

JULY 28, 2019: Learned something new about myself today. It only takes one slow-moving person in a three-person-deep grocery aisle to turn me into the “Grinch.”

JULY 29, 2019: Paid for all the tree removal today. Need to either move to a condo with no trees or get a third job. I’m thinking?!  I’m thinking?!

JULY 30, 2019:  Another great Tuesday swallowed up by work and responsibilities. Need more ice cream or chocolate, or maybe both.

JULY 31, 2019: Who stole July? Guess I can partially blame it on Mother Nature and her storms. Please Mother, no more temper tantrums for a while. Need peace and quiet.

SHARON CANFIELD DORSEY is an award-winning poet and author of four children’s books, Herman the Hermit Crab and the Mystery of the Big, Black, Shiny Thing; Revolt of the Teacups; Buddy and Ballerina Save the Library; Buddy the Bookworm Rescues the Doomed Books; a memoir, Daughter of the Mountains; and two books of poetry, Tapestry and Captured Moments.

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Sharon Canfield Dorsey – The World Needs A Talking Stick

I was carved from a piece of cedar wood — chosen for my interesting shape, the grain and strength of my wood.  I was carried to a drying building, where I was allowed to season for several months. Then, a talented carver whittled and sanded me into a talking stick.

            I am descended from a Native American tradition. The elder of a tribe or village would hold the talking stick and begin a discussion. When he was finished, he would pass me to the next person and the next, until everyone who wished to speak had done so. Whoever held the talking stick held the power of words. Everyone else had to remain silent and listen.

            This allows quiet members of a group to speak their truth too. Holding the talking stick provides uninterrupted time to collect thoughts. In those quiet moments, the speaker may discover feelings or ideas they have never acknowledged or shared. The talking stick is a powerful reminder of the validity of other points of view.

            We find answers to difficult questions through listening. We learn that life has many options. If we allow ourselves to be guided by the wisdom of others through the talking stick, we may be given an opportunity to grow through alternative routes. Perhaps it’s now time for our congressional leaders to adopt the empowerment of the talking stick and actually listen to each other. On a broader scale, the United Nations could benefit from a very LARGE talking stick.

             In the past, in Indian Territory, I have helped to mediate territorial disputes, avoiding wars. We could create a new cliché, “TALK softly and carry a big stick.” Throughout centuries, I have helped to create equality and respect for other opinions through the art of listening. Imagine that – listening to someone else’s opinion! Our angry, ready-to-explode world has never needed a talking stick more.

SHARON CANFIELD DORSEY is an award-winning poet and author of four children’s books, Herman the Hermit Crab and the Mystery of the Big, Black, Shiny Thing; Revolt of the Teacups; Buddy and Ballerina Save the Library; Buddy the Bookworm Rescues the Doomed Books; a memoir, Daughter of the Mountains; and two books of poetry, Tapestry and Captured Moments.

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Sharon Canfield Dorsey – A Day At A Time… The Journey Continues… July 11 – 20, 2019

JULY 11, 2019:  One of my friends recently lost her son very unexpectedly. What can you say? I told her I loved her and called my own son to tell him the same.

JULY 12, 2019:  I was watering the flowers this morning and disturbed a tiny frog hiding in the rocks. It was 90+ degrees, so I watered him too. I think he smiled at me.

JULY 13, 2019:  Dear Week-end: I love you!

JULY 14, 2019:  I just learned, today is “All American Mac and Cheese Day.” It’s like “Flag Day” but delicious.

JULY 15, 2019:  As I’ve getting older, I’m gradually getting shorter. Does that mean I’m now “fun size?”

JULY 16, 2019:  Rich people splurging, “I think I’ll buy a yacht.” Me splurging, “I think I’ll add an appetizer.”

JULY 17, 2019:  I’m on the Board of our Homeowner’s Association. I’m still trying to find a resolution that forbids the deer from eating my flowers.

JULY 18, 2019:  My poetry group met today. Someone read a “chicken crossing the road” poem… “Chicken. Road. The crossing is within. There is no other side.” Profound or bad?

JULY 19, 2019:  Sometimes I think we should limit all politicians to two terms – one in office and the second in prison.

JULY 20, 2019:  Today is the 50th anniversary of Apollo 11’s landing on the moon. I wonder if the astronauts’ footprints are still there, along with Old Glory?

SHARON CANFIELD DORSEY is an award-winning poet and author of four children’s books, Herman the Hermit Crab and the Mystery of the Big, Black, Shiny Thing; Revolt of the Teacups; Buddy and Ballerina Save the Library; Buddy the Bookworm Saves the Doomed Books; a memoir, Daughter of the Mountains; and two books of poetry, Tapestry and Captured Moments.

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Sharon Canfield Dorsey – A Day At A Time… The Journey Continues… July 1, 2019 – July 10, 2019

JULY 1, 2019:  One of my neighbors retired recently, happily anticipating a life of leisure. Not so! Now he works for his wife.

JULY 2, 2019:  We’ve been having violent thunderstorms, several nights in a row. My Grandad used to say the thunder was God bowling. God needs to get another hobby!

JULY 3, 2019:  We’ve often been told we need to live in the moment. That’s fine if it’s pleasant. If not, I’m going to need ice cream.

JULY 4, 2019:  My wonderful across-the-street neighbor decorated every yard in our neighborhood with American flags this morning. May the 4th be with you too!

JULY 5, 2019:  My husband used to accuse me of snoring.“Not! “I argued, “I’m dreaming I’m a motorcycle.”

JULY 6, 2019:  If your wife ever ends an argument with the words, “That’s O. K.,” BEWARE! She is thinking long and hard about how and when you will pay for your transgressions.

JULY 7, 2019:  Single living isn’t always conducive to cooking fancy meals. I found the perfect sign today. It says, “I know how to cook. I just don’t want to.” Amen.

JULY 8, 2019:  My windows are rattling again from the latest scary thunderstorm. Really, God, have you thought about taking up painting or poetry?

JULY 9, 2019:  Today would have been my mother’s 96th birthday. I miss her, especially on shopping days. Nobody loved it more or did it better. “Shop ‘till you drop,” was her manta.

JULY 10, 2019: Went a little crazy at the Farmers’ Market. Carried home enough fruits and veggies to feed a small village. Good news is…most don’t have to be cooked. Yah!

SHARON CANFIELD DORSEY is an award-winning poet and author of four children’s books, Herman the Hermit Crab and the Mystery of the Big, Black, Shiny Thing; Revolt of the Teacups; Buddy and Ballerina Save the Library; Buddy the Bookworm Saves the Doomed Books; a memoir, Daughter of the Mountains; and two books of poetry, Tapestry; and Captured Moments.

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Susan Williamson – A Many Splendored Thing…

Love is. A trip back in time and place last week allowed us to reconnect with many dear friends and relatives. We travelled to Lexington, KY in order for me to do a book signing at the Lexington Junior League Horse Show at the Kentucky Horse Park. We love the horse park and Junior League and hadn’t been to either for many years.

We stayed with my husband’s nephew who has a beautiful home, just minutes from the park. He is single and was away for most of the weekend so we were free to come and go.

The first day we drove to Bowling Green, KY where our son and his fiancée live. He has a new job he likes and seems to be doing well. We had a meal together and spent some time helping him with a few chores.

We saw many horse friends from Kentucky and North Carolina at the horse show. On Saturday night we reunited with two of my former roommates and one’s husband for dinner at Spindletop Hall which was the site of our wedding reception. We hadn’t seen them for many years and it was so good catching up with them and their lives and families. Wallace took a picture of the front of the hall and posted a very loving comment about the memories and the time since. Spindletop is the faculty and alumni club for the University of Kentucky, my alma mater. It had not changed and the food was wonderful. In case you were wondering, the wedding was 44 years ago. . .

What a treat for us and the best part was that we connected as if we had never been away from our friends. Later that evening we met some other friends with whom we had shown horses for many years. It was so good to see them as well.

On Sunday, my sister-in –law ( her husband, now deceased, was my husband’s brother) treated us and her family to dinner at a local steakhouse—so we were able to catch up with all of them and meet our nephew’s fiancée.

 I know we are fortunate. We have many friends in many places and what a joy to be able to see them. We stay in touch sporadically through email and social media. We all change through our life experiences (or at least we should), but the humor, joy and love we share remains.