Break Time

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I will be taking a Blog Break for a while. I need time to focus on some things that have been needing my attention. In hindsight, I think it is overdue. I am not sure how long I will be away from the computer, but you will be the first to know when I am back.

You know where to find me. Take care of your loved ones and be sure to take care of You! HUGS!

On the Clock

Sometimes we have a job to do. Maybe it is doing an old job, but it is in a new place. We prepare; we are ready. We know our job and we are determined to do our best. Then, it seems something goes wrong. We need all the support and encouragement that we can get; but, it really comes down to just us. So, we buckle down and work through the problems. Time is of the essence. We know others are counting on us; that is our driving force. We do what we need to do, in our very own way, because it works! If we care enough and do our own personal best, everyone benefits.

Enjoy your weekend, whatever you do. See you soon!

A-Z: Seeds

Scattered, like seeds
in an elusive breeze,
are moments.
Throughout life
we sow seeds—
memories—
putting down roots
to weather the storms
that blow in on
the winds of change.
We tend our lives
like gardens,
weeding out the chaff,
painful and stifling,
to harvest moments
ripe with sustenance,
in which to carry us
through inevitable
droughts of loneliness,
and inescapable flooding
recollections of regret.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

I have always related to the seasons. Their relevance to life is obvious to me. This is in part what drives my book, Weeds. You can find this poem there, too. Each season, every year, I assess myself and my life. Now, Spring brings renewal and growth. I look forward to the things it offers, knowing that I will need them later.

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“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph
K= Knowing
L= The Loan
M= Mirror
N= Number
O= Ozark
P= Mr. Peabody
Q= The Queen
R= Requiem

A-Z: Mirror

The mirror will not hold lies.
The truths are there, in her face.
A map of lines etched by time and sorrow,
it shows not where she is going,
but where she has been.
The mirror cannot reflect what is in her heart,
hidden in yesterday’s shadows.
She remains guarded, ready to withdraw,
to fold within herself, to survive.
She knows that the lines in her face are nothing
compared to the breaks in her heart.
Tears follow the lines on her face,
channels carrying sorrow away from her heart.
She closes her eyes in silent resignation.
Having nothing left to give, she gives up.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

With age, I learned that tears release many emotions. But, I also have come to realize that tears can cleanse our spirits.

M

“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph
K= Knowing
L= The Loan

 

A-Z: Impasse

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I hear the cry of the mourning dove,
calling my soul to rise above.
I reach for the spirit of the season before,
recalling the dreams held there in store.
All is forgotten, all is for naught.
Impasse is reached; refuge is sought.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

Sometimes no matter what we do, we cannot move forward. Yet, we cannot go back, no matter how we wish it. It is then that we seek refuge, in order to contemplate.

I

“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist

A-Z: Final Departure

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Riding the rails for almost seven decades, Frank had seen far more than he could ever recall. He loved the freedom of going where and when the rails took him. But, times had changed and so had old Frank.

With a worn out sigh, he struggled to board the rusted out freight car. Deep in his aching bones, Frank knew this was his final departure.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

Riding the rails has been a colourful part of American history, especially during The Great Depression. Frank is a composite of some “Bindlestiffs” that I came to know through family lore, while I was growing up. My characters are all very near and dear to my heart, including Frank.

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“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist

A-Z: Exist

Moments are imprinted within us,
become a part of us,
through the blood of each heartbeat,
each bead of sweat, each teardrop.
Memories fade into the eternal
abyss of time, while others are
archived forever in our hearts.
The soul mirrors what is within,
sustaining us through the
inescapable wasteland
of existence.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

This poem weighed heavily on me while it was forming.  When I write, it is always from my heart. However, it is often inspired by something external, taking time to form and reveal itself. This poem still makes me feel the rawness that I felt when I wrote it. I hope it moves you, too. Exist can be found in Weeds.

E

“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought

 

A-Z: Believe

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Winter had set into their lives with age. Cold seeped into their bones, as drafts seemed to whisper of what was to come. Their time on earth was fading, as time together on the old farm was slipping away quickly.

She asked how she would go on without him, as she fussed over his medication and keeping him comfortable. He told her that he would always be there. He would always be a part of her life. She said she wasn’t sure of that. How could she hold onto that, as she could him? He assured her that she would see reminders, and would know he was still there. He promised her and said she only had to believe.

One bitter morning when she awoke, he was gone. In the night he had drifted away, leaving her alone. The cold was deeper, and the night was darker now. Winter seemed it would never end. She again wondered how she could go on without him.  She could only feel the harsh loneliness of his absence.

Finally, spring came, but she only had more to do now. As she went about her endless chores, she suddenly noticed the sunshine. Looking up, she saw the birds nesting in the full green trees. Beneath her feet, she felt the lush green grass again. Life was coming back to the farm, and to her.

From somewhere deep within her heart, she recalled his words. He would always be with her; she just had to believe.

Story & Photo:  McGuffy Ann Morris

This is a story of fiction. However, this couple is near and dear to my heart. Being married for thirty-seven years I understand the depth of this love. As I age, I understand the fears of losing that love. Love does not conquer all, but it can become our purpose. Love can give us reason to continue, even when we think we can’t go on. Deep and abiding love surpasses even death. I believe. Do you?

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“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments