poetry, Poetry Month, Spring

Is There A Poem in Your Pocket?

Hello,

I hope this month finds you better in mind, body, and spirit than last month.

Masks are coming down, venues are up, and people are venturing into museums, concerts, and other large inside gatherings. I’m excited about the avenues opening and cautious at the same time.

Unknown Bird in the Garden

The month is ending and rolling into May, bringing a sunnier springtime and birds I’ve never seen before into the garden. We usually have crows, sparrows, and other birds in varying shades of gray, so spotting this red-headed beauty had me tip-toeing for the camera.

But before we slide into May Day, Cinco de Mayo, Mother’s Day, my own mother’s birthday, and Memorial Day, I’d like to commemorate April’s Poetry Month.

April 29th is the day to share a poem (Poem in Your Pocket Day). I found this one, or it found me:

Instructions on Not Giving Up by Ada Limón

More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the world’s baubles, and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.

Patient, plodding…growing over whatever winter did to us…living despite the mess of us

I love the colors and visuals in the poem. What strikes me most are the words the greening of the trees. This makes me think of growth even when a plant is dormant.

The rebirth, despite the mess of us. Despite the collective state of the world and our miniature worlds. The verse points to the beauty of life’s realism and the not very appealing aspects. This makes me think of how joy can live after hurt, how the emptiness can be filled, and how we can blow life into dying embers.

The poem reminds me that we can nurture the strange idea of continuous living. I want to remember that instruction.

So, to remind me, I stare out my window and see the succulents in the garden. They were various shades of green until they bloomed their flowers. Now, we have an abundance of butterflies and bees that makes our cats give us attitude when it’s time to come inside. They too would rather be in the sunshine.

Heidi Ho in the Garden

Writing Life: 14 months to Publication

A couple of months ago, I re-worked my sixty-word description of my novel. Yesterday, my publisher notified me that my manuscript title will have to be ‘retitled.’ The current title is the one I’ve had for soooo long.

I’m a flexible person, so I brainstormed titles with my writing group and came up with a group favorite: Accused. I submitted that one and will hope for the best.

I’m lucky in drawings, and last week I won a 10-minute video session with an editor to go over my query letter for my second novel. The Zoom call was helpful (and humbling). This was sponsored by Manuscript Wishlist.

Next month, I may surprise you with a newsletter format. I’m not a techie person, so wish me luck.

Stay healthy, don’t give up, and enjoy the sunshine, literally and figuratively. See you in May and thanks for reading.

Bravery, Goals, Roadmap to My Dreams, Spring, Strength, Wisdom

Spring Renewal





Three days ago the sun shone brightly enough to push me outside and set myself to weeding, mulching, and pinching my potted geraniums. 

I wanted to plant the freesia that is getting too big for its britches, but I couldn’t bear to move it from my patio table to a place where I wouldn’t be able to see it from my bedroom window.

Today the gray and gloom of impending rain waits outside my patio door.That’s typical Southern California coastal weather for you. 
That’s spring here in my hometown.

This had me thinking of the winter months, renewal, the new season, new beginnings and the possibilities that await. 

From the pinned postcards, papers, calendars, and inspirational quotes littering my bulletin board, I unpinned the 8×11 sky blue Roadmap to My Dreams that I filled out in January. 

I had answered all of the questions under the “Where My Heart is” and “The Real Me”: 

Love is the strongest power on Earth. I will show and share love by…
What makes me happy…
My dreams… 
My talent and Skills…
and Friends to call on when the road gets bumpy…

Hmm, I’ve managed to remember the answers to these 75% of the time and take the appropriate action to get to these goals. That’s progress. 

But I noticed I procrastinated on two questions. Well, procrastinated isn’t the right word. I didn’t even fill in the blanks. 

The blank spaces await my response. Both questions are in the “Bravery” department:

Bravery is a matter of belief, and I believe I can…

Something new I will do…

These are areas to ponder on as the new season begins. 



What will I be brave about, how can I be brave, what fear can I let go of, how will I feel when I attempt bravery. 

Lots of questions and the chance for lots of new beginnings.