Posted in Life

A Bit of Faith

I am not really a religious person.  I have my beliefs and try to live my life the best I can.

But When it comes down to it, isn’t it all based on faith?

When do we really feel secure?  How long does it take for a child to feel secure the first time they let go of their parent’s hand?

Are you secure, wrapped in your blankets at night; sure there will be no fire, or intruder?  How many paychecks are you away from being homeless?  Most of us are not many.  Are you secure that your children will not be bullied or molested when they leave your home?

What gives us security is our faith.

It’s Faith to look in the eyes of our beloved and believe what they say.  Faith to send our children to school and pray they will come to no harm.

We are a society of faith.  We believe the walls of our society will not crumble.

Faith is what holds us together.

Have Faith, my friends. Your faith will keep you strong.  

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

Posted in Life, Poetry

The Sound of Songbirds

To listen 
to my heartbeat 
and feel my lungs 
fill with air. 

To have nothing 
I have to do 
no place 
I'm expected 
to be. 

I want to listen 
to the 
quiet. 

The noise 
of this world 
has grown  

and I cannot endure 
much more. 

I wish to listen
as the stars 
find their path 
across the sky. 

I want to watch 
the morning dew 
dissipate 
with the rise 
of the sun. 

The sound 
of songbirds 
is enough 
for me. 

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
Posted in Life, Writing

Spring and New Beginnings

With today being the first day of Spring, I thought it a good time to write of New Beginnings.  Spring is my favorite time of year.  All around us, we see new birth new growth and new beginnings.  

My last post here was in November.  Since that time, a lot has changed for me.  In early December, I lost my job.  It was a mutual parting of the ways and it’s a good thing.  I was burnt out and ready to do something else.  So I retired. 

I put my house up for sale and with the equity I had in it I was able to pay cash for a home away from the hustle & bustle of the city.  I bought a “fixer-upper”.  My house is about 100 years old.  It said 1925 in the listing, but looking at some of the woodwork, etc., in it, I’m told that it’s probably older than that and that accuracy of building records back in 1925 were iffy at best. 

I love the house and could drone on and on about it here, but that is not my purpose of this post.  I was speaking of New Beginnings. 

When I lost my job, it was quite a shock to me, but it ended up being a blessing in disguise.  I went through a period of having a self pity party.  I also had a milestone birthday approaching, which did not help my mood.  So I crawled into my cave, quietly pouted and licked my wounds.  

Now, having emerged from that cave, I see life with a different point of view.  A New Beginning with new opportunities and new winding roads to explore.  

My dining room (my favorite room in the house), has the most amazing morning light.  That, I have decided, will be my place to write and create once again. 

Writing is something that feeds my soul, exhilarates me, consoles me and gives me purpose.  I need it.  

You will be seeing me around WordPress more often, my friends.  As I crawl, then stumble my way back into an upright position in life.  

As Always, Thank you for joining me on this journey.  

Penny ❤

Posted in Life

Doing Nothing

This past Thanksgiving weekend was a very different one for me as I’m sure it was for most everyone this year.  It’s 2020.  What more needs to be said.  Right?  My weekend was different for me for reasons other than the ongoing awfulness (I don’t know if that’s a word) that is the year 2020.  This was the first weekend since I bought my house 3 years ago that I didn’t plan some major project to do during the 4 days that I had off.  I can’t hardly believe that I’ve been in my house now for 3 years!  It’s gone by so fast!

Rather than painting a room or laying flooring or building shelves, I rested, relaxed and Enjoyed my house and myself.  Other than some laundry, there wasn’t a thing that I HAD to do.  So I didn’t do anything much.  Certainly nothing constructive and I think that just doing almost nothing was good for me!

I puttered in the kitchen and cooked a nice meal for myself for Thursday.  I took my dog to the park for walks.  I watched TV, catching up on some shows and I watched a couple of movies.  I started a new embroidery project.  I called and talked to both of my brothers and my BFF and had nice conversations.  I sat on my swing chair on the back deck and watched my little dog wander the yard and soak up the sun when he could.

I don’t remember the last time that I had a weekend that was as relaxing and peaceful as this past one was.

I think that with the state of the world these days, most of us tend to look at things differently.  We see the value in the little things more.  At least I think that most people do.

I am feeling very Blessed and quite happy and content with life.

Yes, I think that sometimes, doing nothing, is just exactly what we need to do.

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Posted in Poetry

Inner Interrogations


My interrogator 
was ruthless 
casting doubt 
on answers 
lies 
I had told 
myself 

I denied 
denied what I saw 
right 
in 
front 
of 
me

The rituals 
repeated 
my history 
looking 
me square in the face

Wringing 
the facts from me 
one 
at a time

Finally 
spent 
and weak 
from 
validity

I stood 
tall and erect 
to face tomorrow 

leaving 
the past 
behind 
me

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
Posted in Poetry

Unity

Just under
the surface 
lies hidden 

Hatred   

Hatred 
fogs the mind  

Hands 
that can build 
that can breath life 
into each of us 
turn to 
fists  

Voices 
cry out 
against 
the hate  

Two strides forward today 

we pray
only
one stride back 

We stumble 
seeking answers
seeking
unity

Today
and tomorrow

Forward  

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

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