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The Beauty of a Changing Perspective

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Got this great close-up of a Common Aerial Yellowjacket Wasp yesterday

Today’s poem:

Garden Crescent

 

Each day of my youth on those crisp cold winter nights

I could see each star, all the stars afforded the place

Where I grew up; a gift of living in the north

 

While walking home from the store; finished with

My noisy spaceship fantasies imaginings banged out

On computers encased in wooden boxes to which

 

I would feed quarters.  There was the big dipper

I was blind to Mars and Venus, Jupiter; even my own

Sign; not the dawning of Aquarius but Saggitarius

 

The big dipper was the only constellation I knew

I almost saw it as one thing, not stars as far from each

Other as they were from me.

 

Often on those days the dancing sheets of light

Would come to amaze amuse astound

It was only one block home but in a young boy’s mind

 

It was a billion light years travel time

And everything seemed so real, so much more alive

In the insignificance of my own existence

 

Stars by the millions light travelling over eons and decades

Some gone before I was even born so I could

Catch their light at the precise moment it reached Earth

 

I wonder then as I wonder now

How so many celestial bodies could exist

Just far enough away to barely see them

 

And not see them in the day

Night was my time then as it is now

This poem my guide into darkness

 

 

Leif Gregersen

May 10, 2016

 

Hello and good morning to all those who like to follow this blog.  I had the most amazing experience today.  I went to teach my Monday creative writing class, and I felt an incredible connection to the adults with mental health issues I was working with at the mental health club where the class takes place.  There was one young man who is brilliant in many ways and always participates in exercises.  He also has a great reading voice.  The sad part is that he lives with a diagnosis of schizophrenia, and it has been a huge barrier to living for him.  He told me that he wished the class would go on permanently every Monday not end in a few weeks.  There is a woman in the class who is a bit shy though very mature who didn’t think she could ever write anything worthwhile and in the first class I taught we had a mini poetry competition, and her poetry won.  She has been coming ever since and today brought three pages of beautiful rhyming poems to show me.  The class went incredibly well; I felt like I was really in command of the subject and that we were doing something that benefitted all of us.  It made me want to call my sister who has a Master’s in Education and teaches in Toronto and attempt to describe to her how great teaching makes me feel, but I think she understands.

Things seem to be happening so fast lately.  In just a few more weeks I will be on a plane to London, England.  Next week I will be working on the setup of an outdoor Beyonce concert to pay for my trip and then there is something that I am stressing over a bit, I am going to head to a Junior High School and lead a poetry workshop.  I think I have prepared enough to handle the event, but still I feel a bit nervous.  I have been doing so many public talks and teaching jobs that it really shouldn’t be a problem, I think I will even have fun with it.  I am conscious though of the possibility that I am taking on too much at once.  It really is getting hard to sleep.  Today I got my bus pass and London map in the mail.  At 11:30 pm I got out of bed just to google the Hostel I will be staying in to see if they have lockers.  I think though, that all I really have to do is act like Santa Claus for anything that stresses me like classes or trips or anything.  Make a list, and check it twice.  Then do something I learned from the wealthy people in my hometown.  If there is any kind of a problem, just make sure and throw money at it and make damn sure you have enough.

Aside from all that, I did do something that I think was really helpful.  I needed to get a few things, and I have been thinking a lot about how ripped off people are when they live in inner city areas and need to buy their things at private drug stores, cash their cheques at rip-off finance outfits, and buy their food at convenience stores.  It can be really expensive to be poor in this world.  So I elected to hop on the bus which I knew would take an hour to get to the discount stores and just brought a book.  It was one I bought some time ago that I had put down but not because I didn’t enjoy it.  It is a book about Buddhism called “Wherever You Go, There You Are” and it was such a nice feeling to get away from all distractions and just sit on the bus, the blocks rolling past as I enjoyed looking at my own thoughts and actions from a different perspective.  Reading really is such an amazing, healing process.  Writing isn’t far behind.

LG

 

The Birds Are Returning and There Is a Song In My Heart

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                      This Beautiful Little Flier Came To Help Me Enjoy My Breakfast This Morning

please scroll past today’s poems (Haiku) to see today’s blog

 

Spring Haiku

By: Leif Gregersen

 

Brilliant fields of green

Summer trips to mountain peaks

Finally it is Spring

 

Time to love and smile

Linger in the park a while

All too short a time

 

Cycle all day long

Stop to contemplate a pond

Beauty like nowhere

 

My heart sings at night

Seeing the Northern Lights

Sky carry me home

 

Little bits of words

Gentle longing to be heard

Mourn the loves we lost

  

One thing understood

This land is perfect and good

Love those who share it

Today’s Blog Post:

Hello to all my loyal followers.  It has been a fair time since I have posted anything.  I haven’t felt much in the mood for writing poetry, I have been very busy.  At the moment I am settling into a new job as the Editor of two magazines that deal with mental illness, called SZ and Anchor.  The job itself isn’t too difficult, but I have been pushing myself to learn all I can about mental health issues doing research online, taking a course that my new employer has put together about recovering from an illness.  Here and there I have also been doing some presentations for the Schizophrenia Society.  Just the other day I had to go give a talk to about 40 police recruits and it was actually a wonderful experience.

I can’t say enough about all the things that have been happening and how great they are.  I have always wanted to travel to the Maritimes, which is the East Coast of Canada, and my boss has made a commitment to send me to a conference in Halifax, all expenses paid.  I am also going to be travelling to Toronto in the summer for two weeks and it looks like it will be an exciting year.  Whenever I travel, I am reminded of my trip to Hawaii.  I stayed in a traveller’s Hostel then, but it was a fairly nice one.  They had air conditioning, cooking facilities and they were very close to Waikiki Beach.  There was no feeling in the world like not being able to sleep and having the option to go take a dip in the ocean to clear my head and tire myself out a bit.  Toronto and Halifax will be different, but likely no less exciting.

One thing I was concerned about was the stress involved with my work and such things as a short story manuscript I have submitted in hopes of getting it published.  The amazing thing is that not only do I have a great boss who suffers from a mental illness as well, but I really like doing what I do (being an editor).  It isn’t a massive salary, but it will suffice for my needs and there is a chance that I can get some other work giving presentations and holding poetry or creative writing workshops to supplement my income.  All I can say about this is to repeat what I am learning in the course my new boss has laid out, called “The Bright Future Program” by Bill MacPhee, is that you have to be persistent, you have to find something you love, you have to work towards getting opportunities and be able to ask people for help, you need a good work ethic and there is almost no end to what you can accomplish, whether you have an addiction or mental health issue or you are just not satisfied with your life.

Well, I will leave off there.  There may be some of you out there who want more information about this program, and some who either suffer from a mental health issue or have a family member who does, I would encourage you to write to me.  There is a good chance I will have a place in one of our magazines to tell your story, we do pay contributors, and I am always willing to help people with mental health issues in any way I can.  Email me at viking3082000@yahoo.com and stay happy, stay healthy!

Leif Gregersen