Self-made; Serenity

Self-made; Serenity
4/20/2014
The snow melted, the ice drifted away,
Soft ripples curled, and gently swayed,
Water flowing smoothly, yet curving along,
Slipping, etching the shoreline, like a lullaby song.
As he tackles his tasks in his current home,
Preparing for the day he will onwardly roam.
An antique tractor, fine-tuned like a clock,
A garage organized, hanging tools, fully stocked,
Walls and ceiling, insulated and sheet-rocked,
Finished, painted surfaces, with light shades of grey,
Busy, full, ambitious working days.
Contrasted with peaceful moonlit nights,
With warmth of crackling, wood-burning, fireplace light,
Cherishing his lady with embracing holds,
Preparations continue, faraway dreams, nearer unfold.
The river is symbolic of life’s bends and turns,
Life is a journey as time passes and burns.
Sometimes we ford too strongly against the flow,
If we relax, the river’s current knows,
The natural, instinctive, path to go.
Like a knight on a horse with a sword and a shield,
His story has chapters yet to be encountered and revealed.

Setting Boundaries

grmaval

You know what you are looking for.
There are qualities in each-other that make a good match.

Myself, I cannot tolerate people who think it is okay to be temperamental and short-fused. I have experienced that emotional roller-coaster before. I’ve cautiously walked on eggshells to prevent the inevitable explosion.
Power and control. I refuse to fall victim to that.

A mature person recognizes their emotional challenges. They don’t dismiss their outbursts and impetuous behavior as just an inherited trait. I’ve seem tempers in people from all cultures. That is why there is war. I have also seen self control and kindness in all cultures. That is why there is peace.

Do you put blinders on when you are confronted? Do you cut quality people out of your life quickly without careful thought? Do you treat others impulsively, and quickly dismiss them?
Do you place them in a position to beg…

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Setting Boundaries

You know what you are looking for.
There are qualities in each-other that make a good match.

Myself, I cannot tolerate people who think it is okay to be temperamental and short-fused. I have experienced that emotional roller-coaster before. I’ve cautiously walked on eggshells to prevent the inevitable explosion.
Power and control. I refuse to fall victim to that.

A mature person recognizes their emotional challenges. They don’t dismiss their outbursts and impetuous behavior as just an inherited trait. I’ve seem tempers in people from all cultures. That is why there is war. I have also seen self control and kindness in all cultures. That is why there is peace.

Do you put blinders on when you are confronted? Do you cut quality people out of your life quickly without careful thought? Do you treat others impulsively, and quickly dismiss them?
Do you place them in a position to beg or plead with you?

When you know what triggers you and how quickly you make assumptions about others, then you may begin to search within yourself to find solutions.

I cannot fix you. Only you can fix yourself if you can become introspective enough to see what needs fixing. I am worthy of respect. I will not tolerate disrespect. I am healthy and choose to remain so physically and emotionally.

That is why I set “boundaries.” If you can grow and learn and become respectful and loving, only then will I give you a chance in my world.

Self-made; Spring Thaw

Self-made; Spring Thaw
April 10, 2014

As winter dragged on, frozen deep into the ground,
The man still beckoned to have his lady around.
Peaceful, quietness, and
sharing through a seemingly endless, wintery season with grace,
Only one graveled road lead up to his warm-hearthed place,
Through snow-sweeping blizzards, past an oil-train stalled on the tracks,
Deer crossings, and feeding of his myriad of pie-shaped country cats.
With warm coffee, he shared photos and maps of the progress on his land,
Including, the tall pine ridge facing a ravine where his log home will stand.
A semi-loaded with lumber, tools and a tractor,
Sisters visits with food, love and laughter,
Progress shown on a skillfully built shed,
Plans going onward and forwardly lead.
The majestic, mountainous region crowned with shadowy, shelters of pine, as they skywardly reign,
A heavenly view, contrasting the flatness etched with the wintery drifts in bleak, dust-ridden plains.
Teasing, the season thawed and slowly melted in places,
Till freezing rains, sleet, and snow interrupted and pelted our faces.
Eventually, the riverbank revealed a watery edge,
With a Canadian geese pair paddling and dipping under their heads.
They slid up and stepped onto the ice,
Fanning, drying their feathery wings once or twice.
The squirrels scurried around in the trees,
The wind-chimes tinkled slightly in the faint breeze.
As the fields await their spring furrows and seeding,
Another trip westward to the man will be greeting.

My mom’s cousin’s prairie farmland, her photo.

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