Visiting Portland's Japanese Garden

Japanese Garden Pond

sheltered by green trees,

stone pagoda guards quiet

garden pond, dancing

waterfall sings harmony

invites peaceful reflection

by judy Beaston

August 11, 2013

Chalked

No Body Here

Morning calls,

my groggy body replies;

first the cat's demands

meted out from a tin can,

then yogic breathing,

stretches loosen limbs,

eyes open wider;

blood flows, creaking,

groaning joints move free.

I open my front door,

cross the threshold, step

onto an accident scene,

the body's outline chalked

upon the concrete walkway

mere inches from the doormat

bidding all "WELCOME!"

Chalked images of shoes rest

next to the figure, lined up

as if he were merely sleeping,

a transient who stopped by

having heard about a party,

or so I speculate when I notice

the party popper in – no "on" –

his chalked hand. You know

the ones – they send confetti

and more into the air at the pull

of a simple string. Poor guy

appears nude, his butt outlined

in soft, curved, yellow powder.

A heart placed near the house

completes the picture, perhaps,

or as a message that all is in fun,

a non-malicious game by teens

at a summer party, their thrill

my shock as I take gentle steps

past this crime scene outline

and retrieve my morning paper.

summer pleasures

polished

feet, glorious feet

guide our walks from here to there

toes freed or toes crimped

inside socks and pointed shoes

or laughing with painted nails

by judy beaston

July 1, 2013

With summer comes the pleasure of exposed feet and toes and an opportunity to decorate toenails in bright colors, even add flowers. My feet smile when the weather allows for more freedom. There's just no breathing inside winter's socks, no matter how thin the fabric. 

The above photo represents three generations enjoying the fun, and we each included flowers on our toes. I must admit, that was/is a first for me. I'm not generally one to gravitate toward painted nails on either hands or feet, but the opportunity to share the experience with my daughter and granddaughter could not be passed up.

Bonneville

Tonight I watched Bonneville - an old movie. I've seen it several times over the years. But, it spoke to me again tonight - about the importance of releasing the past and of embracing life right now.

So easy to hold on to the physical connections to memories, good times and puzzling ones, joyous adventures and those we'd sooner forget but hold on to them because they are threaded with important parts of self.

By releasing, we - I - make room for today, for new adventures and for reasons to weave the old into the new - opportunities to create a beautiful new pattern in the tapestry of my life.

Who Ordered Pizza?

A new tale wove into existence this month, sparked by a flash fiction challenge created by my writing friend Mysti Parker. She posted it on her website today and I'm smiling. There's just something special about finding my stories living a life of their own, out there where at least a few others will read them, hopefully feel a bit of pleasure for having read them.

If so motivated, you can find the story here:
http://mystiparker.blogspot.com/2013/05/call-me-maybe-flash-fiction-19-who.html?spref=fb

Family Album - Full Circle

Full Circle

connections sing three-part harmony,

from the shadows, a deep bass resonates

accompaniment - wisdom and love

passed on from father, mother

to daughter, son

each awed by the presence of the others,

bonded by invisible elements

linked by genes, blood, the essence

of human existence.

by judy Beaston

May 2, 2013

Poetry - Devil's Lake, Wisconsin

Devil’s Lake, Wisconsin

on the cusp of fall

remnants of summer still tempt

boats wait on sandy shore

hills promise tranquil journeys

fair weather guests have gone home

 

Photo by Judy Beaston, September 2012

Poem by Judy Beaston, April 2013