Reflective thoughts and poems

I'm so happy this was successful for you, Patti. I also appreciate the details you gave in case I will need this procedure someday.

Heal quickly and keep your head up. 🌹
Thank you, @RadishRose! I remember going on the threads here, looking for information on cataract surgery and did not see much. So I thought I would add my own "adventure!"
 

I am glad to hear that it was a success. Thank you for such a good description of the procedure. It always sounded like such a mystery to me.
Thank you, @katlupe! I also felt it was a mystery to me. That is why I decided to include the descriptions here, for those who were interested.
 

So I'll be doing cataract surgery on my other eye soon. This time, I decided not to go with laser. I learned that the ring of red around my eye from the cataract surgery was caused by the suction of the laser. The redness has been receding but it is now two weeks later, and there is still redness underneath the pupil. The vision is good and I have no pain or anything else that is uncomfortable. It is just unpleasant to look at the red eye.

I have decided to have the cataract surgery done manually by the doctor instead of with laser. Besides, it also saves me money because insurance does not pay for the laser cataract surgery, only the regular cataract surgery. I am grateful that my neighbor is taking me once more. She is a good soul! Wish me luck!
 
So I'll be doing cataract surgery on my other eye soon. This time, I decided not to go with laser. I learned that the ring of red around my eye from the cataract surgery was caused by the suction of the laser. The redness has been receding but it is now two weeks later, and there is still redness underneath the pupil. The vision is good and I have no pain or anything else that is uncomfortable. It is just unpleasant to look at the red eye.

I have decided to have the cataract surgery done manually by the doctor instead of with laser. Besides, it also saves me money because insurance does not pay for the laser cataract surgery, only the regular cataract surgery. I am grateful that my neighbor is taking me once more. She is a good soul! Wish me luck!

Best of luck to you and hopefully you won't need it. Looking forward to your good news and a compare and contrast between the two methods if anything jumps out at you.
 
So I'll be doing cataract surgery on my other eye soon. This time, I decided not to go with laser. I learned that the ring of red around my eye from the cataract surgery was caused by the suction of the laser. The redness has been receding but it is now two weeks later, and there is still redness underneath the pupil. The vision is good and I have no pain or anything else that is uncomfortable. It is just unpleasant to look at the red eye.

I have decided to have the cataract surgery done manually by the doctor instead of with laser. Besides, it also saves me money because insurance does not pay for the laser cataract surgery, only the regular cataract surgery. I am grateful that my neighbor is taking me once more. She is a good soul! Wish me luck!
Prayers for a safe and successful surgery.
 
Thank you for your well wishes everyone! The cataract surgery was successful. There is no red eye! I think, though, they gave me more anesthesia than before, because when I came to, I was not steady on my feet and my friend had to help me get into the car. She also helped me get into the house. I am resting now. Have a beautiful rest of your day!
 
Sending my latest poem to my friends on SF!


Garden of Hope

Claim what belongs to you.
Do not give it away,
Cherish it, forever and ever -

Shining dreams
Do not depart
Amidst the rain,
But grow a garden
Filled with hope
That nurtures the soul.

Grow what belongs to you.
Do not lose the way -
Cherish it.

Shining hope is like
A spade in the fertile ground
Creating a loving path
So others can find
Their way
Home.



P.A., Jul 13, 2024
 
The Sun is planning to die

The Sun is now planning to die.
It's will to live is near its end.
Man has triggered its destruction.
Once thought of as a loyal friend.

Evil, famine, unholy wars
Have escorted man to Hell and back.
Preying upon self survival,
Like rabbid wolves in a hungry pack.

The Sun will soon disintegrate,
And finish nourishing life on Earth.
Once spreading light on all mankind,
Even before it's stellar birth.

The Sun will soon eclipse itself.
Man has angered it to its core.
Now one less human race will live ---
Perpetual light will shine no more.
 
The Sun is planning to die

The Sun is now planning to die.
It's will to live is near its end.
Man has triggered its destruction.
Once thought of as a loyal friend.

Evil, famine, unholy wars
Have escorted man to Hell and back.
Preying upon self survival,
Like rabbid wolves in a hungry pack.

The Sun will soon disintegrate,
And finish nourishing life on Earth.
Once spreading light on all mankind,
Even before it's stellar birth.

The Sun will soon eclipse itself.
Man has angered it to its core.
Now one less human race will live ---
Perpetual light will shine no more.

Seems a little pessimistic to me. I tend to think with E.E. Cummings that every day is the sun's birthday:

..this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

From: “i thank You God for most this amazing” by E. E. Cummings
 
The Sun is planning to die

The Sun is now planning to die.
It's will to live is near its end.
Man has triggered its destruction.
Once thought of as a loyal friend.

Evil, famine, unholy wars
Have escorted man to Hell and back.
Preying upon self survival,
Like rabbid wolves in a hungry pack.

The Sun will soon disintegrate,
And finish nourishing life on Earth.
Once spreading light on all mankind,
Even before it's stellar birth.

The Sun will soon eclipse itself.
Man has angered it to its core.
Now one less human race will live ---
Perpetual light will shine no more.
Thank you for your poem, @ohioboy! I tend to write optimistic and inspiring poems, and I see you have your unique style also, as do others here on SF! We learn from each other.

Your poem's vivid imagery captured my imagination. I can picture the death of the Sun affecting humanity. It's interesting how the Sun is often taken for granted. Was there something you saw or heard that triggered this interesting poem? Just curious! Thanks again!
 
Thank you for your poem, @ohioboy! I tend to write optimistic and inspiring poems, and I see you have your unique style also, as do others here on SF! We learn from each other.

Your poem's vivid imagery captured my imagination. I can picture the death of the Sun affecting humanity. It's interesting how the Sun is often taken for granted. Was there something you saw or heard that triggered this interesting poem? Just curious! Thanks again!

Nothing in particular captured the thought. Was just watching the news one day, and all the evil in the world. I just said to myself, when the Sun depletes it Hydrogen, mankind will cease to exist, which will not be for billions of years, then evil will cease to exist. Then I thought, what if the Sun was not going to wait, and was tired of shining over injustice and evil, and decided to extinct itself due to sadness!
 
Nothing in particular captured the thought. Was just watching the news one day, and all the evil in the world. I just said to myself, when the Sun depletes it Hydrogen, mankind will cease to exist, which will not be for billions of years, then evil will cease to exist. Then I thought, what if the Sun was not going to wait, and was tired of shining over injustice and evil, and decided to extinct itself due to sadness!
Your response was poetic! Well said.
 
Hi everyone!

It has been a while since I posted here. Between getting my sunroom built, having cataract surgeries, and visiting my mom and family in Florida this summer, the time flew by quickly. Then, I started teaching online English classes in August. So here I am, trying to figure out what the most important thing to write about is because so much has happened.

Let me tell you about my sunroom. My plants face the south section, where the sun pours in. A few weeks ago, I planted a couple of beans from a bag of beans I bought at the grocery store. I wanted to test them, and the two beans have been growing nicely, sprouting flowers at first, and now they have become long beans. My geranium finally has red petals. I had it in another room, and it had not flowered all this time. It is flowering in here.

Other plants are flourishing in the sunroom. I also bought a Meyers lemon tree. It dropped some leaves the first week after it arrived, and a few had curled inward. Feeling perplexed, I looked up why it was doing this on YouTube, then figured out its watering schedule, and it is doing fine. One day, I will buy a larger pot for it. I am glad I initially added a mini-split to the sunroom, as it keeps the temperature steady at 65, even when it gets cold at night, as it has done lately.

Another thing I did was make my sunroom an art studio. The light is so much better there. I added a folding table facing south with a view of my flourishing plants and the outside. I found the rectangular table upstairs in the office, tucked away, and brought it to the sunroom. It can accommodate two chairs. I bought watercolor paints from Etsy - Renesans (Poland) and Amazon - Schmincke (Germany), and the Arches 100% cotton paper. I placed my paints, brushes, and papers on the table.

Even with this ideal arrangement for painting, I did not have the luxury of time to sit and enjoy it because of my commitments with classes. I snatched a few minutes here and there between grading papers and household chores, but I felt rushed in my painting. My work was affecting any free time I had. I had never thought that teaching would be so time-consuming.

Recently, I told my supervisor that starting Jan. 2025, I can only teach one class per term and not two. I did not explain the reason. I just want to relax and enjoy my hobbies (music, painting, and writing). Being creative is an important aspect of my life, and I need to nourish that part of myself.

Each morning, I look forward to opening the sliding door to the sunroom and stepping into a magical world untouched by stress, commitments, or time. I love looking at the sunlight as its rays coat each plant with sheer delight. I catch myself smiling as I water the plants, stroking their leaves and talking to them. The plants feel alive, almost as if they are my pets. Can they be?

I am surprised it took me so long to decide to have the sunroom, but I'm glad I did. One day, I plan to paint my plants. As the days grow shorter and the winter sun comes in from a different angle, I will have the joy of watching the change.

In the future, I will share photos and paintings. But in the meantime, I have to return to my work. Until next time.
 
Hi everyone!

It has been a while since I posted here. Between getting my sunroom built, having cataract surgeries, and visiting my mom and family in Florida this summer, the time flew by quickly. Then, I started teaching online English classes in August. So here I am, trying to figure out what the most important thing to write about is because so much has happened.

Let me tell you about my sunroom. My plants face the south section, where the sun pours in. A few weeks ago, I planted a couple of beans from a bag of beans I bought at the grocery store. I wanted to test them, and the two beans have been growing nicely, sprouting flowers at first, and now they have become long beans. My geranium finally has red petals. I had it in another room, and it had not flowered all this time. It is flowering in here.

Other plants are flourishing in the sunroom. I also bought a Meyers lemon tree. It dropped some leaves the first week after it arrived, and a few had curled inward. Feeling perplexed, I looked up why it was doing this on YouTube, then figured out its watering schedule, and it is doing fine. One day, I will buy a larger pot for it. I am glad I initially added a mini-split to the sunroom, as it keeps the temperature steady at 65, even when it gets cold at night, as it has done lately.

Another thing I did was make my sunroom an art studio. The light is so much better there. I added a folding table facing south with a view of my flourishing plants and the outside. I found the rectangular table upstairs in the office, tucked away, and brought it to the sunroom. It can accommodate two chairs. I bought watercolor paints from Etsy - Renesans (Poland) and Amazon - Schmincke (Germany), and the Arches 100% cotton paper. I placed my paints, brushes, and papers on the table.

Even with this ideal arrangement for painting, I did not have the luxury of time to sit and enjoy it because of my commitments with classes. I snatched a few minutes here and there between grading papers and household chores, but I felt rushed in my painting. My work was affecting any free time I had. I had never thought that teaching would be so time-consuming.

Recently, I told my supervisor that starting Jan. 2025, I can only teach one class per term and not two. I did not explain the reason. I just want to relax and enjoy my hobbies (music, painting, and writing). Being creative is an important aspect of my life, and I need to nourish that part of myself.

Each morning, I look forward to opening the sliding door to the sunroom and stepping into a magical world untouched by stress, commitments, or time. I love looking at the sunlight as its rays coat each plant with sheer delight. I catch myself smiling as I water the plants, stroking their leaves and talking to them. The plants feel alive, almost as if they are my pets. Can they be?

I am surprised it took me so long to decide to have the sunroom, but I'm glad I did. One day, I plan to paint my plants. As the days grow shorter and the winter sun comes in from a different angle, I will have the joy of watching the change.

In the future, I will share photos and paintings. But in the meantime, I have to return to my work. Until next time.
It sounds lovely! So happy to hear from you. I figured you were busy and would be back when you could.
 
Hi everyone!

It has been a while since I posted here. Between getting my sunroom built, having cataract surgeries, and visiting my mom and family in Florida this summer, the time flew by quickly. Then, I started teaching online English classes in August. So here I am, trying to figure out what the most important thing to write about is because so much has happened.

Let me tell you about my sunroom. My plants face the south section, where the sun pours in. A few weeks ago, I planted a couple of beans from a bag of beans I bought at the grocery store. I wanted to test them, and the two beans have been growing nicely, sprouting flowers at first, and now they have become long beans. My geranium finally has red petals. I had it in another room, and it had not flowered all this time. It is flowering in here.

Other plants are flourishing in the sunroom. I also bought a Meyers lemon tree. It dropped some leaves the first week after it arrived, and a few had curled inward. Feeling perplexed, I looked up why it was doing this on YouTube, then figured out its watering schedule, and it is doing fine. One day, I will buy a larger pot for it. I am glad I initially added a mini-split to the sunroom, as it keeps the temperature steady at 65, even when it gets cold at night, as it has done lately.

Another thing I did was make my sunroom an art studio. The light is so much better there. I added a folding table facing south with a view of my flourishing plants and the outside. I found the rectangular table upstairs in the office, tucked away, and brought it to the sunroom. It can accommodate two chairs. I bought watercolor paints from Etsy - Renesans (Poland) and Amazon - Schmincke (Germany), and the Arches 100% cotton paper. I placed my paints, brushes, and papers on the table.

Even with this ideal arrangement for painting, I did not have the luxury of time to sit and enjoy it because of my commitments with classes. I snatched a few minutes here and there between grading papers and household chores, but I felt rushed in my painting. My work was affecting any free time I had. I had never thought that teaching would be so time-consuming.

Recently, I told my supervisor that starting Jan. 2025, I can only teach one class per term and not two. I did not explain the reason. I just want to relax and enjoy my hobbies (music, painting, and writing). Being creative is an important aspect of my life, and I need to nourish that part of myself.

Each morning, I look forward to opening the sliding door to the sunroom and stepping into a magical world untouched by stress, commitments, or time. I love looking at the sunlight as its rays coat each plant with sheer delight. I catch myself smiling as I water the plants, stroking their leaves and talking to them. The plants feel alive, almost as if they are my pets. Can they be?

I am surprised it took me so long to decide to have the sunroom, but I'm glad I did. One day, I plan to paint my plants. As the days grow shorter and the winter sun comes in from a different angle, I will have the joy of watching the change.

In the future, I will share photos and paintings. But in the meantime, I have to return to my work. Until next time.
Yes, it sounds like you are filling your life with what you need. Making changes to our environment as we change within is great way to include your immediate environment in how we want to feel. Your sunroom sounds/looks beautiful! :)
 
Well, it's December already and so much has happened since I last wrote on here. My sunroom has held up and I eat breakfast there every morning, greeting the sun. My plants are thriving and the temperature has been consistently 67 degrees F even when it's 20 degrees F outside.

I taught two online English classes this past term, which consisted of 58 students, and teaching and grading papers was taking up so much of my time that most of my other activities fell by the wayside.

Teaching an English class is extremely time-consuming because I have to grade 3 assignments per student each week. That averages to over 170 assignments weekly, or about 42-60 hours work time. I am getting stressed just thinking about it.

I am not one for just giving a grade and not commenting. My comments cover all aspects of the students' writing and I have been quite thorough. A couple of days ago, I worked 12 hours trying to have all the papers graded and the grades in by Friday's due date. I know I love to work, but at my age, it feels counterintuitive. Yet, my student evaluations have been very positive and uplifting, and that's rewarding for me.

I have decided that I will slow down a bit
and teach one class per term.
That will allow me more time to be creative,
and write,
paint watercolor,
and play music.
Being creative allows me to nurture
my humanity and to share my art with others.

When I am not being creative,
something in me withers,
like an abandoned plant
that has not been watered.

I haven't put the Christmas tree up
or wrapped the gifts yet. Usually
I do it the beginning of December.
Will do these in the next few days.
Just thinking about this brings me
joy.

By the way, two of my poems were accepted for publication recently, so I'm happy about it. I'd like to do more writing now that things are slowing down.

Well, that's it for now. Hopefully, I'll be able to contribute more in the near future.

Thank you for stopping by!
 
Lately, when I become too busy, I don't have time to write my thoughts and poems down. So I thought, I'd start
writing here, and it will give me the incentive to do so. You are welcome to come sit for awhile and read my words.
Hopefully, you will leave refreshed and feeling better than before.

When I write a poem, I usually sit still for awhile, and look out into space, and let words flow through my mind.
The words don't need to make sense. They come at me, and I picture them together. I can hear the sounds of
the words, and if the sound is followed by an image, the beginning of the poem has begun. It's almost as if I'm
in a trance. The same feeling I get when playing a musical instrument. I co-exist with this world and my creative world.
Sometimes I write a poem while listening to music, but then the music restricts me because I am moved by the music.
Freewriting seems to nourish my creativity better.

Recent poem:

Going Nowhere

I
The train left
And didn't take me
With it.
I sit and watch
The rails, hoping for
Another chance
Another hope
To leap ahead and grow
Through lessons learned.

II

Do show the time
And let me know
When the next train
Will come whistling by
Or will it chug along
Like grasshoppers, long-legged
Creatures blending in the grass
To be lost when winter comes
The train is late. I fear
It will never reach here.

III

I sit in the train
Peer out the window
To have a look, sitting,
Watching, seeing
The sky from inside
Moving forward slowly
Chugging along,
Long-legged creature
Going nowhere

P.A. 10/25/22
Your poetry is elegant. It comes from the heart and engages the mind.
 
Well, it's December already and so much has happened since I last wrote on here. My sunroom has held up and I eat breakfast there every morning, greeting the sun. My plants are thriving and the temperature has been consistently 67 degrees F even when it's 20 degrees F outside.

I taught two online English classes this past term, which consisted of 58 students, and teaching and grading papers was taking up so much of my time that most of my other activities fell by the wayside.

Teaching an English class is extremely time-consuming because I have to grade 3 assignments per student each week. That averages to over 170 assignments weekly, or about 42-60 hours work time. I am getting stressed just thinking about it.

I am not one for just giving a grade and not commenting. My comments cover all aspects of the students' writing and I have been quite thorough. A couple of days ago, I worked 12 hours trying to have all the papers graded and the grades in by Friday's due date. I know I love to work, but at my age, it feels counterintuitive. Yet, my student evaluations have been very positive and uplifting, and that's rewarding for me.

I have decided that I will slow down a bit
and teach one class per term.
That will allow me more time to be creative,
and write,
paint watercolor,
and play music.
Being creative allows me to nurture
my humanity and to share my art with others.

When I am not being creative,
something in me withers,
like an abandoned plant
that has not been watered.

I haven't put the Christmas tree up
or wrapped the gifts yet. Usually
I do it the beginning of December.
Will do these in the next few days.
Just thinking about this brings me
joy.

By the way, two of my poems were accepted for publication recently, so I'm happy about it. I'd like to do more writing now that things are slowing down.

Well, that's it for now. Hopefully, I'll be able to contribute more in the near future.

Thank you for stopping by!
It;s so good to hear from you! Congratulations on your poems.
 

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