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About busy lady

Once upon a time I was retired. But I came to live with my younger daughter and homeschooled her oldest son for two years. He went to school for 8th grade and now is in high school. I get to spend lots of time with my other three grandchildren. I write poetry and enjoy making books of them. I don't live with my daughter now; I have my own apartment which I love, and my own little kitty, which I named Shere Khan. However, unlike his name sake, he is not a brave, mean kitty. But I like it that way! I live only a few miles from my daughter and her family. I wish my other daughter was closer, but two hours away is not bad. Her three boys are all teenagers now. Its fun to be a grandma! My life is good.

SILENT PRAISE

As I was looking out my window at the trees which are still leafless, it seemed to me that they weren’t really silent, which gave rise to this prose poem.
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Tall and straight the tree stands, arms outstretched, reaching into the heavens to God, its silent voice shouting praise to the Creator of all things, heard only by those who have ears to hear. Its only movements are those that are in response to the rhythm of the wind. No matter how life has bent and twisted it, it stretches toward heaven, fulfilling its purpose assigned by the Creator: refuge for the birds, shade from the heat, oxygen flowing from its leaves, pleasure for children and animals in their quest to get higher. In winter and spring, it shows that life comes from death, and even when its life has been cut short and it exists only as a stump, new life forces its way from its body through the soil into light. Death proceeds from life, for a seed falls into the ground and dies before it truly lives. Season after season, through death to life, the tree serves its Creator, drawing life from the water He provides, shouting out its silent praise.

GIRLS ARE YUKKY

I’m a little bit late, but as they say (sorry about the cliche) better late than never. Here is my story for the Blog Event Finish It 5 from Author S B Mazing. Hope you enjoy it.

He tried to be as still as possible, peaking through the leaves, wondering if they were still out there.

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age 5
age 5

He wished he was invisible. Whenever he saw those girls, they looked at him and giggled. Why did he have to keep running into girls? Why did there have to be girls anyway?

He remembered the conversation with his mom when he said girls were yukky. “Well, my boy, that’s what you think at five. But when you are older, you will think differently.”

NO WAY! Girls were yukky and he would NEVER like them.

He peeked out from his hiding place. The girls were gone. He stepped out of his hiding place and hurried to the porch of his house.

“Hello, Nate,” said a voice.

Nate froze. A girl! What’s worse, it was that girl a couple doors down. Mom said he should be polite, even to girls. He turned around.

“Hey, Nate, want a cookie?” asked the girl. “Mom made chocolate chip cookies. She said I could bring you one.”

Nate caught his breath. Chocolate chip cookies. His favorite. He nodded and she came closer, handing him a cookie.

His mother’s voice resounded in his head, “Be polite. Say thank you.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

The girl smiled. “You’re welcome.” She turned and headed away.

Nate watched her go as he nibbled on the cookie. “Guess she’s not too bad,” he mumbled. He turned and headed up the porch, “But I’ll still NEVER like girls.”

Happy International Women’s Day

As I read this, I thought about women in my life that I admired. Of all of them, I must put my own mother and her mother at the forefront. They were women of faith who gave themselves, not as servants just to be used, but in the true spirit of love. They both taught me about strength and working with another human being. Neither my mother nor my grandmother did things the world may have considered important, but they taught others what it meant to love. I especially remember my mother’s strength in her relationship with my father. I hope that when I am no longer in this life, I will be remembered by those whose lives I touched that I was strong and loving, teaching others how to be the same.

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Apparently today is International Women’s Day. I was not aware of this until I read a couple of comments on my blog and some Facebook posts. Although I am not a crazy feminist, I see the point of a day on which we think about what a woman is, what a woman should be. The rights a woman should have and all those doors that should be open for women all over the world.

Today there are too many women still living in the shadows of men. Too many are being mistreated or not taken seriously. There are too many women, who don’t have any rights. Too many women, who get abused. There are too many women who fear to stand up for who they are or what they believe in.

In the spirit of the International Women’s Day, please do me a favor and check out this amazing article

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I’ve published some books!

Writing can be fun. Writing can be healing. Writing reveals myself often.

Awhile back, I wrote a book based on research I did on Ephesians 6:10-18 in the Bible on the Apostle Paul’s admonishment to put on the armor of God, called The Lord’s Battle. I self-published it through Xlibris Publishing Company. It was so much fun to see it in print. I know I share that emotion with many others. Now I have learned to publish through Amazon.com’s Kindle program and their new program for children’s books. I now have four books: The Lord’s Battle, two poem books (Sorrow and Solace and Spiritual Journey) as well as a children’s book (My House Is A Bear House). It was challenging and a great learning experience. Kindle has proven to be a great way to publish. I would encourage anyone who wants to publish an e-book (I know some of you have already done that), to check it out. It is a great experience.

And if you want to check out my books, go to Amazon.com, put in “book” and put in my name, “Darlene Estlow.”

WOW!

This is so fantastic. Wow is the word for it! I am reblogging it to darlenescorner.wordpress.com

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Lisa’s One Word Challenge

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I found a link to a video about a man who, for 25 years, has been digging beautiful caves in sandstone hills.  Although the creator of these monumental works of art didn’t mention the word ‘love’, I am sure that love is what drives him  – it certainly isn’t money, as he only charges $12 an hour.

The images of these caves filled me with wonder, and with love, and that is why I have chosen it as this months post for Lisa’s One Word Challenge.

It must be an a moving and unforgettable experience to stand in one of his monumental, sculptured constructions.

Nothing more needs to be said, as the caverns and walls speak for themselves.

This is the link.

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To the Mom or Dad Who Told Their Child Not to Stare at Mine – by Beth Hersom

Thank you for educating people. I am reblogging this to darlenescorner.wordpress.com

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To the Mom or Dad Who Told Their Child Not to Stare at Mine - by Beth Hersom Dear Moms and Dads,

I want to talk about something uncomfortable. It’s come to my attention that many of the best among you are making a big mistake. I understand. I was too, two years ago.

My daughter has a rare genetic syndrome called Apert syndrome. When she was a baby, the plates in her skull fused together. That meant there was no room for her brain to grow, and she needed surgery right away to relieve pressure. Her head is larger than average. When she was born, her fingers and toes were fused together. She’s had the first surgery to separate her fingers, so now her thumb and pinkie are released.  She has a tracheotomy, so she cannot talk yet. Because of various complications, she’s spent a significant portion of her young life in the hospital. She’s developing muscles she needs to sit up on her own and to…

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SORROW AND BLESSING

Here is the story for the Blog Event “Finish It!” #4 from Author S B Mazing.

They were standing on top of the mountain, overlooking the valley and the ocean. It was hard to believe that they were here after all they’ve been through
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They slipped their arms around each other. No words escaped their lips. The whole scene whispered peace. It had been a long time since they had stood in this place.

She sighed. “Oh, darling, it is so beautiful.”

He nodded, and then looked down at her from his 12 inches above her. “We have gone through a lot, haven’t we? How are you doing?”

“Great,” she responded and looked up at him with a smile. “And you?”

He smiled. “Great. Guess we should go to the cabin.”

They turned and walked hand in hand down the path. The valley and the ocean receded behind the line of the mountain, but it didn’t bother her. It would be there for a long time. Much longer than they would! Her mind went backwards over the last few years. As a young girl, her family had come to this place on vacation and spent the week in the very cabin they were headed to now. She and her new husband had honeymooned here. Then, they had come here after the first and second miscarriages and after the doctor’s words, “I’m sorry. You will never be able to have children.” Her days had been filled with prayer and weeping. Her pastor suggested they take some time away to receive God’s comfort. She was glad he didn’t mention adoption. It would have hurt too much to think about it right now. Her husband felt the same way. He had voiced it as they left the pastor’s study and made their plans to go to the cabin.

She cast a glance in her husband’s direction as they walked down the path. Was he remembering?

The cabin was warm and inviting against the cool mountain air. Her husband had built a fire just before they walked up the mountainside to view the valley and ocean.

“How about some popcorn?” he asked.

She nodded. Popcorn. How often she had eaten popcorn in this place!

He went into the kitchen and in a few minutes, she heard popping coming from the microwave. It was so relaxing to be here. A good place to recuperate. Or just relax with thanksgiving.

“Father God,” she said in a low voice, “thank you for the way you have worked in our lives. It was so hard to lose those two babies. And it was devastating to have the doctor say we would never be able to have a baby.” Tears rose in her eyes. The thought of it even after all these years brought  sadness. She smiled. “But you had plans for us. And I am so grateful. The way to joy in trusting you is not an easy one.”

Staying those few days in the cabin after the loss of her babies had helped ease her sorrow, but she had struggled with the doctor’s words. How could she accept that there never would be babies? As the weeks had gone by, adoption came into the conversation between her and her husband. It was hard to accept going this way. It was like a final sentence on giving birth. But finally, as she read her Bible and worshiped in church, she realized this was God’s plan for them. They had come back to the cabin to think and pray about the future. Then they had gone home and began the proceedings of adoption.

Her husband brought in the bowl of popcorn and sat down beside her. “A penny for your thoughts.”

She laughed. “Only a penny?”

“Well, maybe a nickel if they’re good,” he teased.

“I was thinking about the past, of course.” She leaned against him. “I was so sad back then. We both were. And God opened a door, not just for one baby, but for two. Little Carla and Daniel have made our lives complete. God’s gifts to us.”

“Yes. Daniel is in third grade and Carla is in first. They grow so fast,” her husband added.

She smiled. “God has taken us through the good times and the bad. I am so thankful.”

Her husband leaned over and kissed her. “Me, too. And I think it is time to bring them up here. Don’t know why we didn’t do it before.”

“Oh, that would be so great!”

Her husband put a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “Now, my love, eat your popcorn.”

LOVE IS

LOVE IS . . . a poetry challenge

I want to thank Lightwalker1 for nominating for this task.
The task is to write 10 lines about what you believe Love represents or as the title suggests LOVE IS…..!
Each line begins with the word Love and is only 4 words long. Once the poem is written – challenge 15 other bloggers to do the same.
Each person I challenge does not have to accept. This is for fun. I certainly had fun coming up with my list of what Love is.
I hope you enjoy my submission and those I have challenged.

Here is my “Love Is”
Love never stays inward
Love always looks outward
Love gives of itself
Love keeps its word

Love reacts in patience
Love never is rude
Love walks with manners
Love looks for the truth

Love listens to others
Love walks in respect

I would like to challenge these bloggers to write their poem:
Looking4Godtoday
Meredith’s Musings
Lightning Bug
no plain janie
Pure Glory
Nutstrok
fitly spoken
Author S B Mazing
My Thoughts on a Page
Passion through Poetry
trees of transition
luckiest
A Father, Writer, and Logistics Wizard
adoptingjames
Good Woman

FORTY-ONE YEARS EARLIER

My honey and me 1972
My honey and me 1972

Author S B Mazing asked if we wanted to share our stories. Here is mine.

My husband was such a romantic. He came to our church and decided that if he was to find a girl, he would join the choir! So that is what he did. After a couple choir practices, he invited me to go out for coffee after the practice. I agreed. We did that a couple times, then I guess he decided to go a little farther on that path! He invited me on a date. When he arrived at the house to pick me up, he had a single rose bud in his hand. It was probably more effective than a whole bunch of roses! He even opened the car door for me! We went to dinner and then to a performance of flamenco players. It was such a neat evening–one to be remembered!

That was in March of 1965. A whirlwind courtship followed and we were married in December of that year! We were married for forty-one years and it was so neat to have a romantic husband! Not that other things didn’t matter, but that was an extra.