If I Had My Life to Live Again I d Find You Sooner if I Had My Life to Live Over Again Poem

Hello there.

How is your Monday going? I found a poem titled If I had my life to live again by Nadine Stair on one of my favorite blogs Swiss Miss recently. Nadine, 85, writes:

If I had my life to live once more,
I'd dare to make more than mistakes side by side time.
I'd relax.
I'd limber up.
I'd be sillier than I've been this trip.
I would accept fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances,
I would eat more than water ice cream and less beans.

You can scroll down to read the full poem in the Verse Corner. Just something in Nadine's words stirred me, considering the year has been about realisations and confrontations, and because I actually want to change how I speak to myself. To live more, regret less.

The poem also made me call up of some solid advice from author Louise Hay:

"Yous've been criticizing yourself for years and it hasn't worked. Try accepting yourself and see what happens."
- Louise Hay

Every bit nosotros walk into the futurity, together and alone, shall we requite self-acceptance our 100%, if only to see what happens?

Poetry Corner

Some deep poems about the time to come, age and moving forward to proceed you visitor on cold winter nights:

Artwork by Eleanor Coen

If I had my life to alive over again by Nadine Stair, Louisville at 85 years of historic period
(via Swiss Miss)

If I had my life to live over over again,
I'd dare to make more mistakes side by side time.
I'd relax.
I'd limber up.
I'd be sillier than I've been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances,
I would eat more than ice cream and less beans.

I would, perhaps, have more than bodily troubles simply fewer imaginary ones.
you see, I'thousand i of those people who was sensible and sane,
hr afterwards hour,
day after day.

Oh, I've had my moments.
If I had to practise it once more,
I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have null else- just moments,
one afterward another, instead of living then many years ahead of each twenty-four hour period.

I've been i of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot-water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute.
If I could do it again, I would travel lighter than I accept.

If I had to live my life over,
I would beginning barefoot earlier in the spring
and stay that mode later on in the fall.
I would go to more dances,
I would ride more merry-get-rounds,
I would pick more daisies.

Futurity Plans past Kate Barnes

When I am an former, one-time woman I may very well be
living all alone like many another before me
and I rather look forward to the day when I shall have
a tumbledown house on a hill top and behave
simply as I wish to. No more demand to be proud—
at the tag finish of life i is at last allowed
to be answerable to no i. Then I shall article of clothing
a shapeless felt hat clapped on over my white hair,
sneakers with holes for the toes, and a ragged apparel.
My house shall be always in a deep-drifted mess,
my overgrown garden a jungle. I shall keep a crew
of cats and dogs, with perhaps a goat or two
for my agate-eyed familiars. And what delight
I shall take in the vagaries of day and night,
in the wind in the branches, in the rain on the roof!
I shall toss like an old leaf, weather condition-mad, without reproof.
I'll wake when I please, and when I please I shall doze;
whatever I call up, I shall say; and I suppose
that with such a habit of speech I'll exist let well solitary

to mumble plain truth like an old dog with a blank bone.

Haiku by Helen Ogden

climatic change
against all odds
I plant seedlings

New Every Morning by Susan Coolidge

Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of onetime sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Have heart with the mean solar day and begin again.

The Eyes Of The Future by Terry Tempest Williams

The optics of the future are looking back at us,
and they are praying
that we might run across beyond our own fourth dimension.
They are kneeling with hands clasped
that we might act with restraint,
that we might leave room for the life
that is destined to come.
To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle.
Mayhap the wildness we fear
is the break between our own eye beats,
the silent infinite that says nosotros live only past grace
wildness, wilderness lives by this same grace,
wild mercy is in our easily.
Let this be our prayer, reimagined.

Loading the Woodshed — 2012 by David Budbill

I finished loading the woodshed today. Every year
I tell myself, This is it, the last time. It'south just also
much work, too painful, and I'g besides sometime.
And and so, the next year, when fall rolls
around, the air gets cold, and the geese get south, I
load the woodshed once more.

How long will this get on? I'm 70-two.
Every yr it takes me longer to recover,
nevertheless every yr I keep doing it.

Information technology's just, now that I'1000 washed, I tin can leave into
the woodshed, sit in a chair, and look at all those
neatly stacked rows, six and a half anxiety high, half dozen feet
long and 16 inches deep, 2 sets of rows like that,
left and correct, four full cord — not much by some standards —
but enough to go along us warm all winter.

When I leave and look at what I've done, I go such a deep
sense of satisfaction from this backaching labor that I can't
imagine a year without going through all that pain again.

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Curated past Bose Krishnamachari, the starting time-ever edition of Lokame Tharavadu (The World is One Family unit) features over iii,000 works by 267 artists who trace their roots dorsum to the coastal town of Alappuzha in Kerala, India. The testify explores a variety of artistic perspectives, beyond mediums and styles, on home, gender, identity, belonging, and the universal spirit of humanity in the midst of a global pandemic. A commemoration of the diversity of artistic practices coming out of Kerala, information technology has introduced art and aesthetics to a pocket-size boondocks in South India past thinking locally and interim globally.

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Poetry for climate change

Ane of my poem seeds was picked up for Ñaat? When Is Now, a global, collaborative work of linked verse and murals. Ñaat? comes from Marshallese, meaning "When?".

More than any other time in human history, the climate crisis forces us to live today with the echoes of past actions and the uncertainty of our futures. We are Here: in the midst of simultaneous biophysical, socio-political crises that demand the remaking of our world in a At present, where the boundaries between technical policy, scientific discipline, art and stories no longer hold.

The Agam Agenda, a special project of the Establish for Climate and Sustainable Cities (ICSC), is inviting poets and artists around the world to express the question "When?" to unlock doors that atomic number 82 to reckoning and acts of restoration. When will globe leaders listen and act with the urgency required by the climate crunch? How presently? How quickly? An answer exists. For those already experiencing the impacts of climate change the answer is now--or fifty-fifty yesterday--and every bit fast as possible.

Yous tin read more than most the projection on whenisnow.org and answer to my verse form seed with your ain verse in the link below. I'chiliad also working on a mural for the project this week with a friend! More details on that presently. :)

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