Yes, the rest from pressing myself to write higher and higher wordcount posts definitely helped.  However, I am not cured.  Yes, I am a ham but not cured.  I’m just hanging out in the smokehouse of all my loosely connected brainstorms, twisting over that final blast of the curing fire of editing discipline!!  However, I am a softer ham, a less pungent ham, a less singeing-of-the-pscyhic-nose-hairs ham than two days ago.  Here are some ways I have accomplished this better-hamness:

1)  Reading outloud the lines before stopping for the day;

2)  Meditating for about one minute between each coupld of stanzas;

3)  Resisting urge to call friend to read poetry post online (after too-hasty posting!);

4) Walking, skipping, jumping, twirling, lying down, kneeling, etc. as called for by any given line metrics;

5) Whisper-chanting the lines.

Also, taking more time to participate more thoughtfully in my favorite blogs (see for links) before beginning writing and taking time to visit briefly with a few “significant others” or new friends has definitely grounded me much better.  I need to stop being such a “know-it-all” and consult more with others, not just bounce off them.  Humility contributes to inner peace, which frees up a lot of mental/emotional/spiritual capacity for creative work.  May the Force be with me!

Now, I will take a deep breath and tackle some delayed contact with links found at, such as exploring the 31 days of writing challenge seen on yesterday’s post, found here:

P.S.  The honesty and humility found at really helped me today!

Will be posting soon about emitting sparks to light up social justice fires in my near vicinity!



This senior citizen (walking with white hair? THAT senior citizen!) unhesitatingly, vigorously, GLEEFULLY, claimed the calming, indeed restorative power of poetry this morning after spending the past 24 hours seeking at least temporary solutions for one of the many (many, many, many) local fellow citizens who cannot resist the urge to TELL ME ALL THE GORY DETAILS (completely unsolicited!).  Coupled with my sometimes-unwelcome “gift” in discernment, this proved yesterday to be emotionally fatiguing.  So this a.m., I walked around waking up with java and four-legged ones like this:

“Yada, yada, yada, Tweedle-Dee-Dee and Tweedle Dee Dum knocked me off the wall:

I splatted all over and spilled by XXX rated guts.

Twinkle, twinkle little star, guess what I made by ex-do last night in the moonlight?

Are you still listening, still there….hello? hello? Oh, shoot, I’m going to cry”, said digitized voice way too early.


“Oh, really, oh no, oh my goodness gracious–Oh no, no, no, no, NO!

How awful for you, yes I’m listening, I said, yes, yes, YES!

Are you really sure you want to tell me this, yes this, this, this, THAT!

Oh, I have another call coming in, I MUST take it, so sorry, sorr-urr-reeeeee, clickety clack”, said my yesterday-growing-older-quickly self.


SEE WHY I FEEL MUCH BETTER NOW?  I am more than ready to be an outrageous, improper senior citizen again.

Why?  Because I actually do care, actually came up with 4 useful/somewhat successful manuevers about yesterday a.m. phone call, and actually am newly energized.

See the power of aged wisdom?

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