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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Everyday Canvas
"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
David Whyte
This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
August 2, 2018 at 11:10pm August 2, 2018 at 11:10pm
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Prompt: Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don't see what goes on underground - as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don't see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree. - Joyce Meyer
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Yes, trees and humans are both living things that inhabit our earth.
People through the ages have looked at trees and have seen the connections between humans and trees. Trees resemble humans and have awe-inspiring qualities that enrich the existence of this planet.
Visually speaking, both people and trees stand upright and have hair/leaves on their heads and while people have legs and feet they walk on the ground, trees have root systems that explore the underground. The rings of a tree across its trunk reveal the age of a tree just like the bones reveal the biological age of a human.
Trees also signal for us a sense of place. Many times, I have found spiritual and emotional healing under the trees wherever I have lived. The fig tree and a huge plum tree in our backyard, while I was growing up, was there behind my first family home. Huge oaks and an apple orchard depict the place where my husband and I raised our children, and the palm trees where we now live adorn our present state.
People’s interconnectedness with the trees is more evident when we view them through an abstract or rather psychological and spiritual sense. While the people’s education, upbringing, and moral and ethical values may show in their behavior, we find in the trees beauty, fruitfulness, and the quality of providing shelter from the sun for any living thing.
No wonder, trees are sometimes planted to commemorate special occasions and they are symbols in our myths like the tree of life. And even to depict our ancestral backgrounds, we have come up with family trees.
Then, we can rarely figure out what can go inside a person, which also is true for a tree. We can’t know what scars or feelings a person may carry inside. We can’t easily see what’s hiding inside the trunk or the roots of a tree either.
Furthermore, like the sap running through a tree, blood runs through our veins and lots of things run in our head, as our inner speech, which is much faster than our verbal speech and more condensed. But then, who knows what runs inside a tree to correspond to that? Maybe we’ll find that out someday because some tree specialists and scientists now insist that trees have a language with which they talk to one another.
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August 2, 2018 at 12:28am August 2, 2018 at 12:28am
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Prompt: What is your playground as an adult?
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Wherever I can read is my playground. I read in bed every night, using my Kindle e-reader, and I invented a dark tent to hide under, not to bother my husband. I was going to start this entry by saying my bed, but I worried about some imaginative connotations.
Coming back to my reading places, if it is a print book, I read it inside the covered porch at the back of the house, only if the weather permits, but usually, someone finds me there. Sometimes I snuggle on the couch and read, but that, too, doesn't last for very long before someone finds me.
Then sometimes, I read on the computer, but that is rather rare in comparison.
Prompt: "The family is one of nature's masterpieces." George Santayana Do you know any families, maybe your own that are like masterpieces? Write your thoughts about this.
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I am not sure about the masterpiece part but the family is always there as the single most important influence on a person’s life, especially if one comes from a large family. A family is where our earliest memories are born as well as our view of the world in general.
Good families are the ones that receive you with open arms when you are hurt or in trouble. This is because they know us better than anyone else as they have seen us grow into who we are.
My extended family is very important to me. They helped me greatly during my growing up years, taking extra care of me since my parents were separated. I learned a lot from my uncles and aunts as they went out of their ways to cater to me. In addition, they were all morally straight people likes of whom I have rarely encountered in my later life, and they still kept their humanness, never losing their sense of humor or their goodwill toward everyone.
My cousins, too, are wonderful people. In fact, my best friend ever is a cousin who is my age. Now, although long distances separate us, we never feel the separation because we are always in touch and we still laugh at the silliest things as if we are still teens.
I don’t know if my family is nature’s masterpiece or not, but I certainly am glad I belong with them.
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