In the story of Providence: A Story of Hope, political and religious unrest reaps persistent turmoil, perpetuating global estrangement and discord. Raging planetary climate change brings mass devastation to land and life. But the most transcendent Universal Force of Love ushers humanity toward a sweeping world revolution full of possibility and Hope…the dawning of its New Age.
Welcome to My Orchard. For many years this eighty-some-year-old lady has found it easier to share her life interactions with words in written form, either prose or poetry. For years they have only been like seeds planted in the soil of book clubs, cafes, and public readings plus some that were recognized and published mainly on the Internet, but the bulk has now grown into trees and their fruits wait to be enjoyed. If fruits that have ripened are not collected and shared, they will fall to the ground. But if they are collected and cared for quickly, they can still be savored. Once they have lain on the ground without receiving any attention, everyone loses...the fruit never has a chance to fulfill its purpose. So I am offering a variety of poetic trees from which to select an assortment of life-flavored fruits . . . you just have to find and enjoy those that you relate to or have a taste for. There is no hurry. Take your time and savor some from all the different orchards. The first orchard I titled “Seedlings” because, as Phineas P. Quimby stated, “Thought like the seed germinates and comes forth, like the tree, in the form of an idea. It then waits like the fruit to be eaten.” There are a few more orchards beyond the “Seedlings” and I hope you visit them all often . . . enjoy their special fruits and share them with my blessings!
After eighty-some years of being a student in this Schoolhouse of Life, I felt an emotional urge to document both to myself and my world that I truly was here - that I was more than the author of another poetry book. Grandma's Memory Lane fulfilled my purpose, and also became a way of acknowledging some important people who helped make these memories with me. My family's history is like a prize-winning forest of hybrids. The dominant one that influenced my life the most was an Oak Tree - my dad. It was 1931. The United States was just a few years into the deepest and longest-lasting economic downturn in its history. And even though my strong Oak Tree worked double time to keep food and care for his new family, his first daughter felt like her world was a make-believe magical fairy tale. Her dad, though tired from a long work day as a truck garden laborer, still found time and energy to make little child-sized furniture, a homemade sack and trapeze swing, and a little riding car that ran by push-power and was the envy of neighborhood children. My first home was located in a small truck-gardening community where neighbors were more like extended family members. The women did quilting bees and hosted homemade ice�cream parties. Kids played outside after dark, and parents didn't worry about them. Though the feeling of fear was predominant in most of the States, my first dozen years were a blessing of rich soil this Acorn needed in order to be ready for her own future family of Saplings and Acorns. So now, let me in poetry form, introduce you to how this family was formed. Remember, we're all constructing our own Memory Lanes and will have shared them with others. But you are the Memory Keeper . . . so love yourself and enjoy the life you were given.
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