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It’s been a busy month. As usual, we have had some snow days in April. Some have even prevented me from going to ABLE. One day we went from 80°F to the next day of 30°F. I guess that’s Minnesota for you though. We’ve also had some flooding of rivers and lakes. Even though all the snow has melted, it’s still in the low 40s. I’m not sure what the forecast looks like over the next couple of weeks yet, but we may still get more snow.
At least when it was nice for a while, I was able to take Everett out for walks. He’s been coming in to his own this past month. He still needs lots of attention and to be taken outside on leash. I haven’t quite gotten to the point where he listens to me, but I know that will come soon enough. It took Brody a couple years and to be hooked up to my wheelchair. He is a great dog, although needs some training still. He’s going to go for a “vacation” at the trainers’ house for 4 days starting tomorrow.
I’ve been reading audiobooks one after the other to and from appointments. I’ve also been keeping busy by writing more poetry. I pasted some of my poems I recently wrote below. I put writing my book on hold for a while. The format is good, but I need to write more content and that will come in time.
Jenni
The poem below is written for a photo contest based on the one at the beginning of my blog post.
Reflection
Across the river by the golden valley
stands a tree with limbs of certainty,
all gravel roads race to picture it
sunrays arrive to highlight its arches
Shapes and patterns come and go,
embracing the grooves in its bark
leaves stretch showing their veins,
while water droplets reflect light
Curving round its extensive branches
squirrels scurry to their leafy nests
whispers of the dusk draw near
all shadows from the tree disappear
Trapped
I'm like tiny bugs
caught in a spiderweb
Mind trapped in a
body that can’t move
Taking time to heal
within this brokenness
Feelings After Survival
After crash landing in an open minefield
I’m losing the struggle to regain survival,
as shadows cross my path to take me up
waiting for the hardest hours to come
Unable to bear the demons I face,
whispers of the air pass through me
tiny voices share secrets from hidden pasts,
opening canals like passageways afar
Subtle changes behind pain and agony
realizing there’s more behind the masks,
that I put on creating false representations
immersing myself beyond recognition
Now intertwined like the roots of a tree,
sinking further down feeling grounded
connecting myself deep into the earth
anchored keeping me straight and solid
