Tuesday November 25 2015  TWO OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS

This week feels as if it is disappearing before I can even experience it.  I actually wrote “Monday” on the top line of this blog before I realized it is already Tuesday night.  I have just one day to prepare for my grandson’s birthday party here on Thursday evening.  I’m hoping the boys will be able to stay overnight afterwards so we can have a slumber party.  When they come for a slumber party I allow them to stay up a little later than usual and watch a DVD movie that I pick out for them.  We put a big quilt on the floor with lots of pillows and they love sleeping there all night.  We do have a spare room that they often sleep in but I think they enjoy the floor better than our sleep number bed.  Besides, they can eat popcorn on the quilt and not in the bedroom.  And I like it when they come over because I get to eat popcorn smothered in coconut oil right along with them, not to mention the fruit smoothies we always make.  I so look forward to actually being a full time grandma when I finish the closure of my business.  I can hardly wait.  Sorry for sounding like a broken record but if you count the times I mention it you can see how important it is to me.

I still have all the wonderful wisdom from my “older friends” that I captured on my IPhone Saturday night.  I haven’t had a chance to investigate the recording as of yet. I just need a window of time in order to sort it all out and transcribe it to the blog.  It is already getting late this evening and I still need to prepare dinner, finish my work downstairs in the computer room, and get to bed on time.  I find that health wise, getting my proper rest is one of the most important things I can do for my body.  Perhaps needing more rest just comes with aging.  Fortunately I sleep hard and deep but my body only sleeps certain hours.  If I am not in bed those hours in the early night I am shortchanged of sleep because I wake up so early and there is no going back to sleep past 5:30 or 6:00 a.m..  I wish I had learned that earlier.  Actually my favorite time to get up would be 4:30 a.m. but I love waking up with Dave so we can have our morning talks before we arise.  He is slowly cycling around to becoming more of a morning person too. 

As of right now I plan to write my blog through the remaining of this year.  I do it mostly for an outlet and reason to write.  But, I find that I do not do as much creative writing in my journal when I budget my day to also write the blog.  After the first of the year I will reassess and see if I will continue to write the blog or sit down in my library and write my heart out by hand.  I just hope my hands will remember how to do so without becoming too tired or painful.  I love holding a pen in my hand and just allowing the words to come.  It is a slower process, I speak more intimately about what is going on in my life and relationships, and I pour out my soul because I think it is a safe place to release my feelings and thoughts.  As long as I am living I don’t suspect anyone else will read my journals and after I am gone I will be leaving a little something of the personal me behind.  And perhaps even after I am gone no one will ever read the volumes I have written.  And I mean volumes, stacks and stacks of journals, thick and big!  But there is one thing I would like to accomplish before I die, and that is to go through my journals and transcribe and edit all the poems that I haven’t yet done.  My poetry seems much deeper and meaningful when it is written on my lap with slow deliberate thinking.  I can definitely tell a big difference in the kind of poetry I write each day in my blog verses what I write in my journals.  When I include poetry in my blog dated before 2015 it was all written by hand, line by line, thought by thought.  Writing poetry is one of my favorite things to do.  I just like to see what will be captured when I start writing.  And I never know when that might be.  I just love to do it.  Even if there was no one else to read it I would write it for God and for the pleasure I receive from creating something that didn’t exist before.

It causes me to ponder when people say to me they do not, or cannot write.  If one is literate, why can one not write?  You simply let your pen bring into focus that which is going on in your heart and mind.  That is the beauty of writing. 

As my husband was proof reading this part of the the blog he made this comment: “One reason I think people don’t write is that they don’t really think they have anything worthwhile to write about”.  Hmm…well, it never stopped me.  Not even tonight.

TWO OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS

By Kathleen Martens

November 25, 2015

Revealing thoughts on paper

Seems such an easy way,

To capture what comes from within,

Making it easier to say.

Blank pages beg to be filled

With passion, love, and life,

Always accepting what you write

Whether joy or strife.

Paper and pen seem to be

Two of my closest friends.

For what comes out to fill the page,

Is what my heart doth send.

Time has an interesting way

Of distorting the memory of now.

But if I write it while it’s fresh

Clear truth it will allow.

And when my thoughts are captured

I’m a bit lighter inside.

For now I will not forget

All which I did confide.

Good night and God bless you.