Jul 01 2010

Swiss Notebook

Category: PoetryBrenda McCartney @ 10:15 pm
Inspirational Writing - Vacation

Photographed by Susan Koster

“We are often pulled in different directions by our personal desires and our duties to family.”  No matter where we go or what we do in spite of the physical distance we know that our family and friends are always with us. Then there are moments when we come together and time fades, i.e. you did not realize that you were away from each other for that long, and new memories are created.

The  strong scent of smooth thick chocolate in

…Swiss Alps in Swiss chalets exudes

Lifts over ice with alpine in bloom

As altitude of emotions assumes

Connects, imparts sunny moods

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Ocean spray, children hike, grandchildren play

Murmeli, marmots , highland cattle little fingers sort

Fond memories ties like precious bouquets

Peals  with  deep sea thoughts

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The light spreads with unvarying richness of the Creator

The tenderness of family time closely expresses

Scores of blossoms with feast of colors cipher

Mild climate many feet upon its vivid green ledges

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No herbage can rival a mother’s star-like grace

With melting warmth her gentle love allots

As the sun rushes bravely on her cheerful face

Towers with mountains of  forget-me-nots

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Mountain barbecue in Saas Fee Forest

Family, charming friends on well-stocked larders

Risotto, cheeses,  sausages in  Swiss chorus

Under depths of laughter’s  pavilion in pleasure

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Electric taxi crawls like insect on familiar terrains

Chats float on white air, different world, interesting spaces

While trees eagerly eavesdrop again and again

Granite millstone back yard barbecue  embraces

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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney

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May 13 2010

Heartfelt Habits

Category: EnvironmentBrenda McCartney @ 9:01 am
habits by nurture

Photographed by Alex Shalman

Okay, I was in the kitchen frying some plantains and was too lazy to use the fork to turn them over, so I used the knife in my hand. My grandmother’s voice echoed in my ear as my husband peeped over my shoulder and said you will make the knife dull. My reply was no I should not use the knife in a hot pan because mama said doing that would giving me ‘cutting in my stomach.’ He said that he is sure that is not the reason why she didn’t want me to use the knife for cooking. He said maybe she just wanted you to use a spoon and that was the reason she gave you. Who can tell if that was her real reason or who can tell how far back generationally this ‘cutting in your belly’ tradition goes back? When you really think of it I was dependent upon and trusted my grandmother and her advice was written in stone. I did not think what she said was invalid or even question the concept. I adapted anything and everything from her. This story is like that ham story where people for years have been cutting off the ends of the ham because of tradition or habit, but the real reason was that originally both ends of the ham were cut to fit in a small pan. As my friend Susan puts it so eloquently “how rich our lives become as we learn each day, from our assumptions, lack of knowledge, oversights, and even mistakes.”

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