If I dabble in thrills.

This is a wordle I wrote about six months ago. I am quite pleased with it as I have used the words in the order they were given, and then in the reversed order. There's no deep meaning, it's just an attempt to simply use the words. I would love to hear any opinions :-)

If I dabble in thrills will 
someone whack me over the head because 

I run through hallowed spaces 

blasting my way 
through stained glass windows 

my hunt for whatever will unfold 

brings a shallow conviction that 
I am the center of all this that 
my skills can reveal what 
I am searching for 

But this revelation that 
my skills were given to me so 

I could center myself sets 
all shallowness aside 

my life unfolds and 
my hunt slows down 

the stains that came from the blast 
are hallowed and 

whack by whack they are multiplied 

until the thrill is gone and 
I'm back to dabbling.......

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Wordle 171 - playing with these words:
dabble, thrill, whack, hallowed, blasts, stained,

hunt, unfolds, shallow, center, skill, reveal.

I watched you die

Norsk tekst under bildet

I watched you die

Your body was

jaded and slashed by disease but

your life spark still burned

In that grey hospital room

cold rain poured down over 
the two of us standing there by 
your bed 

knowing that your last breath 
was imminent

That grey hospital room

that had been buzzing with action all night, now

there was only the hiss of life support

24 hours earlier you

loved me and

your life journey 

was victorious and magnificent

You were still magnificent

but your battered body was overriding 

your beautiful consciousness 

Time was running out

You and time 

were slipping through our fingers

there was nothing we could do to 

hold you back

Your time had come 

and you left us

your wife and your daughter

The two of us who

still have lives to live

but they are lives already scarred by

a son and a brother who went ahead of you

You saw him and

you knew he was waiting for you and

you went to be with him

Now you two have your own time

The agonizing pain of missing you both 

keeps driving holes through my heart

Jeg så at du var i ferd med å dø

Kroppen din var herjet av sykdom

men livsgløden var der ennå

I det grå sykehusrommet

strømmet kaldt regn ned over 

oss to som sto der ved
sengen din

og visste at snart ville du trekke ditt
siste åndedrag

I det grå sykehusrommet

som hadde vært fullt av aktivitet hele natten

hørtes nå bare lyden av respiratoren

24 timer tidligere

elsket du meg og

din livsreise var en seier og vidunderlig

Du var fremdeles vidunderlig

men din herjede kropp seiret

over ditt vakre sinn

Tiden var i ferd med å renne ut

Du og tiden

rant mellom fingrene våre

det var ingenting vi kunne gjøre

for å holde deg tilbake

Din tid var kommet

og du forlot oss

din hustru og din datter

Oss to

som fremdeles hadde liv å leve men

våre liv er arret av 

en sønn og en bror som dro før deg

Du så ham og

visste at han ventet på deg og

du dro for å være sammen med ham

Nå har du og han deres egen tid

Det smertelige savnet av dere begge

fortsetter å brenne huller i hjertet mitt

© Inger-Marie Sæverud

April Love 2015. Day 29. My Eyes

I am near sighted and have worn contacts since about 1976. As I have grown older, I also need reading glasses, so they are permanently hanging around my neck (I never got bifocal lenses to work for me). Due to hyperthyroidism, my eyes are not symmetrical, and my eyelids are very heavy. So heavy that in 2006 I had eyelid surgery, courtesy of our national health. Since then they have dropped down again. I also recently found out that I have starting cataracts on both eyes, and will probably need surgery for that, maybe soon.

April Love 2015. Day 28. Clouds

I wrote earlier about my current obsession, which is collecting found hearts. This little heart cloud was one of the first ones I found, about 4 1/2 years ago. I was sitting on our deck, Sigve was home from hospital, recovering, and life was good.

April Love 2015. Day 27. Love is...

Love is a journey,

not a destination.

April Love 2015. Day 26. Something beginning with A...

For this one I have to go with Artwork. 

Here is one of my doodles.

April Love 2015. Day 25. Simple pleasures

Today I wore a skirt (well, anything other than jeans actually, for anything other than a special occasion) for the first time in years, and last night I had a glass of wine in a plastic cup in my hotel room. I'm at my practical spirituality workshop, which is amazing.

April Love 2015. Day 24. Trees

I have lots of tree photos in my archives, but I can't access them right now. I'm on my way to a weekend workshop on practical spirituality, and walking in our inner landscapes. This tree was my view as I was waiting for the ferry to get off the island I live on. Photo taken through the car window. It was cloudy and raining, but I'm excited for the weekend.

April Love 2015. Day 23. When I was small

It was the early 50's, and my parents and I lived in the south of Norway. My dad was adventurous and the job market was difficult, so he and my mom decided to try for a life in the United States. My dad went first, to get a place to live, a job, and get settled, and my mom and I followed a year later. While we waited to go, he would send me presents like pretty dresses, and when I got this doll, I was over the moon. Those kind of things were not that common in Norway back then. 

We lived there for three years, from I was 3-6 years old. I went to kindergarden and first grade, and the english I learned while there made me bilingual ever since. 

However, my mom was homesick and not comfortable being so far away from all of our relatives, so they decided to move back to Norway. My mom, my 2 year old brother and I went back first, while my dad stayed on to work and save up more money before he joined us two years later. 

April Love 2015. Day 22. Spring/Autumn

Leon, our youngest grandson is just starting out in life, and he was 2 months old when this photo was taken, six months ago. It was 5 days after my husband Sigve's 59th birthday, and 11 days before he died. I am so glad Sigve at least got to spend the 2 months with Leon, but at the same time I'm sad that he won't get to see him grow up.