Reflective thoughts and poems

Today, I felt creative and designed a new video. This one is about forming a writing group. I think it's something that many people don't know how to do. Get people together to sit and write. I used a similar process as my previous video, only this video is much shorter. It gives you tips on how to get started in forming the group:
 

Friday was the end of the week for the senior center experience! Today, I attended the "Fitness Gold" class, and boy, was it a work out. She basically kept us going for an hour, no lie. I think she was older than me! With music in the background, she walked us through the steps. We lifted our arms while walking back and forth, then our knees, and then we walked the grapevine to the right and then to the left several times. We did the mamba forward, to the right and to the left, and walked forward and backward. We were constantly moving our legs and arms.

The pace was brisk,
and there was no stopping.
If my arms got tired,
I rested them on my waist
and only used my feet.
Doing these moves
made me feel young again.
I used to do aerobics
and all kinds of exercise
when I was young
(even took Modern Dance in college),
so these moves perked me up.
It was as if certain neurons that had died
were waking up again!
This is a keeper!

After this class, I had a break and went for lunch and stopped at the Dollar Tree store and found some solar lights to put outside my house and a few other items.

The second class was the strength training class that was similar to a previous one I had earlier in the week. I was finished by 2pm today. Sore muscles, sore legs, but happy heart.

Came home and sat down to write this.
 
It sounds like a good experience for you. Enjoying it and getting movement in is so good.
Yes! I was worried I would be sore after all that exercise, but getting rested on the weekend seemed to take care of things. This week is sort of a repeat of last week, although I added two more events to my schedule- took guitar instruction (yesterday) and played chess (today), and that was additional fun! Am meeting new people; beginning to recognize faces and names is also a perk! It's as if I have stepped back in time and feel like I am in high school, where everyone is around my age and we are taking classes together but we're all doing it at a slower pace, if that makes sense!

I have been extremely pleased with this experience. However, I will start teaching in a few weeks, and have to prepare fo the classes. As a result, I will likely have less time to spend at the senior center, and this will force me to have to choose between classes. But I will deal with it as it comes.
 
As I start preparing for upcoming English classes, I decided to make a video on the art of reading assignments. I have noticed students that don't take the time to read their assignments or texts thoroughly and miss out on the learning process. This video was inspired to encourage such students (and life long learners) on the value of reading:

 
Sharing my latest creation using watercolor paints. This image was inspired by an image of a bird on a wall calendar.
I decided to stop painting when I saw that anymore additions might change the balance.
Here's a short poem I wrote to go along with the watercolor:

Bird in a Painting

Lovely bird, sing your songs
Share them with us

As pink flowers, dipped with angel dust
Flutter in the breeze.

You cheerfully greet them
As if they were long lost friends

Are you ready to pluck one
To take home to your love

Yet you are as beautiful as the flowers
Your presence brightens my day.

P.A. Aug. 5, 2023



So between painting this, preparing videos for my classes, and washing clothes, I spent my day productively!
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Used to always "bite off more than I could chew" ...so happy that I've learned to enjoy peace and contentment
without running from one thing to another. Was just swinging on the back deck watching the cardinals and
nuthatches enjoy the bird seed in the feeder and basking in the lovely morning breeze.

Life is good, having the time to enjoy it is wonderful.
My mother used to say "treasure each golden hour".
 
Used to always "bite off more than I could chew" ...so happy that I've learned to enjoy peace and contentment
without running from one thing to another. Was just swinging on the back deck watching the cardinals and
nuthatches enjoy the bird seed in the feeder and basking in the lovely morning breeze.

Life is good, having the time to enjoy it is wonderful.
My mother used to say "treasure each golden hour".
Thanks, @Liberty for sharing your lovely day with us! "Basking in the lovely morning breeze" is such a good feeling! I agree with your mother "Treasure each golden hour." Have a wonderful day!:)
 
This is a poem I wrote in 2020 during Covid.
"Letting Go" - reflects the emotions running through me at that time of this pandemic (rejection, scorn, isolation). I revised it today and made it into a video. I love the music!


Letting Go

You never knew
You had it in you
To walk the tightrope.

Spurned,
The scorns of others
Pushes you away

To be rejected -
Fleeting moment
Vanishes upon sand.

Why do you bite,
Oh, stinging bee

Are you not part of
Mother Nature?

Nature doesn’t reject
But embraces, respects,
And abides by natural laws.

Irises in bloom do not scorn,
Their blossoms tilt upward
Worshipping the sun.

Their fragrance coats the air,
Giving joy abundantly.
Like a young woman In love.

The echoes of a lone harmonica

Traces your aging heart’s
Hills and valleys.

And I pray you’ll find Peace

When you search

For it in your heart.

P.A. 2023
 
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I have not been to the senior center since my fall last Thursday (during table tennis). I want to make sure all soreness is gone before I attempt playing there again.

Now that I've had a few days to rest from attending senior center activities, I have looked back and reflected on what I experienced. I couldn't help but notice a pattern among several older people at the senior center. They like to tell you what to do!

In my watercolor class, the lady who sat nearby, told me what needed to be done with my painting. I told her I wasn't finished yet.

When I was playing chess, two other guys who had finished their chess game came to our table and hovered over us and one of them started telling me what moves to make, which distracted me. I told him "If I make your moves, then it's not my game, it's your game." I smiled at him and he sort of slowed down on his comments. He was nice, otherwise.

In the corn hole game, the person who chose me as his partner was pulling me to the side to tell me what moves to make. Come to think of it, he didn't do too well, either! The lady next to me (opposing team) was telling me to throw higher.

In the square dancing, people were pulling and pushing me to step in line constantly. There is a lot to learn in that dance!

Besides all that, in just about every competitive game, I lost to others who had been doing this continuously for years. Was it fun? It was fun at the time, but looking back, I wonder how much it can affect my self confidence. Do I need to do these activities? I thought so at the time.

Exercise is good for me. I was curious and wanted to try them. However, I have to weigh the pros and cons of being around people who are bossy. I never did well with authority figures, especially people who were not my boss telling me what to do. I have my own mind and am an independent individual.

Another other issue that has popped up with the senior center is that they have a table with pastries, and another place where they offer free breads and goodies. I don't eat that stuff. So it's a constant temptation each time I pass by and see people partaking of those refreshments. I am ok with it, but it's a temptation, nevertheless because I'm on a low carb diet.

Finally, another issue is that they expect us to donate a dollar for each activity. If I do three activities, that's 3 dollars a day, and for a week, it becomes 15 dollars. In a month, that's 60 dollars. I could literally go to a gym instead. So I have to weigh that in.

Meanwhile, I have become very busy writing my syllabus for the English class and preparing for classes in a couple weeks. I look forward to the classes.
 
I have not been to the senior center since my fall last Thursday (during table tennis). I want to make sure all soreness is gone before I attempt playing there again.

Now that I've had a few days to rest from attending senior center activities, I have looked back and reflected on what I experienced. I couldn't help but notice a pattern among several older people at the senior center. They like to tell you what to do!

In my watercolor class, the lady who sat nearby, told me what needed to be done with my painting. I told her I wasn't finished yet.

When I was playing chess, two other guys who had finished their chess game came to our table and hovered over us and one of them started telling me what moves to make, which distracted me. I told him "If I make your moves, then it's not my game, it's your game." I smiled at him and he sort of slowed down on his comments. He was nice, otherwise.

In the corn hole game, the person who chose me as his partner was pulling me to the side to tell me what moves to make. Come to think of it, he didn't do too well, either! The lady next to me (opposing team) was telling me to throw higher.

In the square dancing, people were pulling and pushing me to step in line constantly. There is a lot to learn in that dance!

Besides all that, in just about every competitive game, I lost to others who had been doing this continuously for years. Was it fun? It was fun at the time, but looking back, I wonder how much it can affect my self confidence. Do I need to do these activities? I thought so at the time.

Exercise is good for me. I was curious and wanted to try them. However, I have to weigh the pros and cons of being around people who are bossy. I never did well with authority figures, especially people who were not my boss telling me what to do. I have my own mind and am an independent individual.

Another other issue that has popped up with the senior center is that they have a table with pastries, and another place where they offer free breads and goodies. I don't eat that stuff. So it's a constant temptation each time I pass by and see people partaking of those refreshments. I am ok with it, but it's a temptation, nevertheless because I'm on a low carb diet.

Finally, another issue is that they expect us to donate a dollar for each activity. If I do three activities, that's 3 dollars a day, and for a week, it becomes 15 dollars. In a month, that's 60 dollars. I could literally go to a gym instead. So I have to weigh that in.

Meanwhile, I have become very busy writing my syllabus for the English class and preparing for classes in a couple weeks. I look forward to the classes.
Yes, its what is important to you. Sounds like typical type gatherings. We used to belong to the garden club. Reading your post reminded me of some of the reasons why we stopped our membership. Different strokes and all you know. Enjoy!
 
I have not been to the senior center since my fall last Thursday (during table tennis). I want to make sure all soreness is gone before I attempt playing there again.

Now that I've had a few days to rest from attending senior center activities, I have looked back and reflected on what I experienced. I couldn't help but notice a pattern among several older people at the senior center. They like to tell you what to do!

In my watercolor class, the lady who sat nearby, told me what needed to be done with my painting. I told her I wasn't finished yet.

When I was playing chess, two other guys who had finished their chess game came to our table and hovered over us and one of them started telling me what moves to make, which distracted me. I told him "If I make your moves, then it's not my game, it's your game." I smiled at him and he sort of slowed down on his comments. He was nice, otherwise.

In the corn hole game, the person who chose me as his partner was pulling me to the side to tell me what moves to make. Come to think of it, he didn't do too well, either! The lady next to me (opposing team) was telling me to throw higher.

In the square dancing, people were pulling and pushing me to step in line constantly. There is a lot to learn in that dance!

Besides all that, in just about every competitive game, I lost to others who had been doing this continuously for years. Was it fun? It was fun at the time, but looking back, I wonder how much it can affect my self confidence. Do I need to do these activities? I thought so at the time.

Exercise is good for me. I was curious and wanted to try them. However, I have to weigh the pros and cons of being around people who are bossy. I never did well with authority figures, especially people who were not my boss telling me what to do. I have my own mind and am an independent individual.

Another other issue that has popped up with the senior center is that they have a table with pastries, and another place where they offer free breads and goodies. I don't eat that stuff. So it's a constant temptation each time I pass by and see people partaking of those refreshments. I am ok with it, but it's a temptation, nevertheless because I'm on a low carb diet.

Finally, another issue is that they expect us to donate a dollar for each activity. If I do three activities, that's 3 dollars a day, and for a week, it becomes 15 dollars. In a month, that's 60 dollars. I could literally go to a gym instead. So I have to weigh that in.

Meanwhile, I have become very busy writing my syllabus for the English class and preparing for classes in a couple weeks. I look forward to the classes.
I think I am the same way. I never liked playing games because people would push you and tell you what you should be doing or what you did wrong. I started playing Bingo downstairs in our community room because it not for money or prizes. Just for the social aspect.
 
I think I am the same way. I never liked playing games because people would push you and tell you what you should be doing or what you did wrong. I started playing Bingo downstairs in our community room because it not for money or prizes. Just for the social aspect.
I've always liked Bingo! They do have Bingo at the center, so I might opt for that instead of the strenuous exercise. Good idea!
 
I decided to create a children's video (fun and uplifting) for my nieces and god-daughter. They're around 5 and 6 years old. I will share it with you when it's finished. I might do rhyming poetry which is easier for children to understand.
 
Had a friend many years ago that would bring a cassette of commercials to my house and stick it in the recorder for her kid to watch...those were the days when kids loved commercials....lol.
 
Beginnings

Rest on the earth’s brown blanket, and allow
The tranquility to begin.
Ready yourself with serene delight, touched
By a kaleidoscope of beauty-

Bold magentas, velvety violets, brilliant oranges,
Unholy reds, pure blues, and lush greens that have sprung forth
Entice the eye to feast upon
This luxuriant summer landscape.

Taste the succulent vegetables, bursting forth with nutrition,
Indulge in those juicy fruits that provide the right sweetness,
Drink the nectar of youth in the sparkling water,
Do satisfy your thirst and hunger, for

Overhead, bright sounds of chirping birds arouse the heart
While your bare feet brush against the soft, silky grass, and
The scented breeze ruffles your hair and kisses your face
To intrigue your senses; all do compete with

The sun’s rays that effortlessly lull you to sleep;
Such a relaxing state of existence causes you to
Float, light and airy, along the eternal sea of
Pure and ethereal tranquility.

P.A. Copyright 2010
 
The Gospel according to Death

In a macabre morgue lurks a half dead soul!
Still frozen with faithless flowers.
But achieving Sainthood is its goal!
So it prays to the highest powers.

Occupying time in clever ways,
Counting sheep or rosary beads.
Or counting centuries by the days,
Or reciting out the ancient creeds.

Death will salute the flagless pole.
While marching to a tapless bugle.
Then hang by its own umbilical soul.
Last meal, milk and apple strudel.

His deathmask, a color known as pale.
His heart pronounced itself deceased.
Like tipless fingers scanning Braille ----
Life is never owned, just merely leased.
 
The Gospel according to Death

In a macabre morgue lurks a half dead soul!
Still frozen with faithless flowers.
But achieving Sainthood is its goal!
So it prays to the highest powers.

Occupying time in clever ways,
Counting sheep or rosary beads.
Or counting centuries by the days,
Or reciting out the ancient creeds.

Death will salute the flagless pole.
While marching to a tapless bugle.
Then hang by its own umbilical soul.
Last meal, milk and apple strudel.

His deathmask, a color known as pale.
His heart pronounced itself deceased.
Like tipless fingers scanning Braille ----
Life is never owned, just merely leased.
Thanks, @ohioboy for your poem! Getting ready for Halloween? All kidding aside, it was very good on many levels! Lots of images here (flowers, sheep, rosary beads, pole, bugle)! The idea of a last milk being milk and apple strudel made me pause my reading to relish it!

I found the image of a "half dead soul" rather intriguing. I couldn't conjure it in my mind, although "Still frozen with faithless flowers" gave me a hint.
 
These are some of the watercolor paintings I did recently at the watercolor class at the senior center. Watercolor is so different from acrylics and it takes time to get used to. But I have enjoyed myself tremendously. The other artists are very nice and quite
talented, and I love going from table to table and seeing their paintings (as they do the same to mine).

The most difficult colors are black and white. I can never get it black enough (see the butterfly) or white enough (see the whites). Although my previous watercolor instructor said it is best to use the background white as your white, I often have difficulty keeping the white boundaries. Sometimes I will add white acrylic paint over the white parts to make it stand out a bit more. I did that to some of the butterfly wings.

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Well, it's been quite a busy time for me! Instead of one class this term, I have had to teach two classes. Right now, I took a break from grading and thought I'd share a poem I wrote last year. The inspiration behind this poem was an image of my late husband's hazel eyes. I used to love watching them change color in the sun. This poem pulls together the colors in his eyes, the sun, and the beach - all happy memories.

Sunshine

Sunshine, the color of your eyes
Shades not the truth from deep within

-To tease is not to love

Let love gather you in its fold
Let trust build crystal-clear connections

Yet softness gains a million smiles
The ocean’s waves thus do not rest

Moving fluidly, continuously, as
Amber specks within your eyes

Now spilling gently, rays of light
Upon the sandy shore of hope

Light up your sunshine eyes
And let the love within them glow.

P. A. Nov. 2022
 
Woven Dance

The sun has been shining brightly these days
And the temperature has been very forgiving,
All I wanted to do was find excuses to be outside
And raise my face to the sun, and breathe deeply.

I did go to the center earlier today and
Attended the social square dancing class.
It is an intricate dance, almost exotic,
With no room for daydreaming.

Did I tell you we were short on men?
My partner was an older woman.
At this age, the woman outnumbered the men.

Whenever I felt a jab or pinch
From one of my well-meaning partners,
I knew it was time to move.
But where to go? I had not heard the call.
We stop and start over again.

I realized either the antihistamine
That I took just before the class
Was affecting me, or the time change.
Whatever it was, I was not my usual self.

I took a break and sat down,
While someone else (you guessed it,
another woman) took my spot
Waiting for the music to begin.
The caller called the moves,
His voice smooth as honey
As he sang along with the music.

I watched their arms lift in unison
To promenade with their partners,
Going around the circle, then back home,
As if they had done this hundreds of times
In their sleep.

I tuned into their intricate, graceful moves,
Watching hands holding hands, warm but firm,
And they would weave in and out, like a loom.
Just like we weave in and out of
Everyone's lives, only these
Were more like knitting needles,
That built bonds and lasting memories.

P.A. Nov. 5, 2023
 

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