Overturn Roe v Wade?

Religion and Politics went to bed one night and created ignorance.

Ellespeth

The Unicorn’s Secret – A Poem

The Unicorn’s Secret

To me,
he was a unicorn.

Wasn’t that a unicorn
grazing on my virgin field that day?
Or,
was it just some Zeus
disguised again some other way?

None of that matters
now.
I’ve gazed into his face
a millions times
wondering why.
Today I know
that I will gaze no longer.

Ellespeth

I Highly Recommend It…

Ellespeth

Fire Dr. Fauci?

Let’s get rid of the – I can’t think of a PG word to call them – in Congress first. Then, check back with me about Dr. Fauci.

Ellespeth

One Of The Only Words I’ve Ever Honestly Disliked

These days it’s become a lazy word and used in grammatically incorrect ways. I just can’t stand it! Wake up! What about not minimalizing the word woke? Stop it!

Ellespeth ♥

Your Marriage For A Monopoly Game?

One year into the pandemic and we’ve decided to play Monopoly tonight. It’s making us laugh. We’ve been getting along so well for such a horrible year.

I grew up in a family with 5 kids so…I’m remembering rainy day Monopoly chaos. More later.

Ellespeth♥

Big Small World

I really do believe that poetry and music can soothe and heal. Do a little Quarantine Dance:)

Ellespeth

There’s Hope

My husband’s younger brother (aged 74) committed suicide the other day. There seems no end to the pain and the trauma this pandemic has brought.

Ellespeth

Hard Times Come Again No More 
Author: Stephen Foster

Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears
Oh hard times, come again no more

It’s the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times, come again no more

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times, come again no more

It’s the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times, come again no more

There’s a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
With a worn heart whose better days are o’er
Though her voice would be merry, it’s sighing all the day
Oh hard times, come again no more

It’s the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times, come again no more

It’s a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave
It’s a wail that is heard upon the shore
It’s a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times, come again no more

It’s the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times, come again no more

Ring Out, Wild Bells (Tennyson)

“Ring Out, Wild Bells”
(1850) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

So …

This Is What You Get When…

1.  You can’t breathe because of smoke from the wildfires and
2. You’re housebound  5 months because of the pandemic and
2.  Your brothers are looking Hurricane Laura in the eye and
3.  You have a president who doesn’t believe in climate change or medical experts and
4.  You text your sister, in Mississippi, asking what’s up with your brothers and
5.  She replies:

6.  So you assume all is well.

Ellespeth ♥