Welcome Jill Rothman to The Poet's Corner
Jill Rothman: We 4 Four Generations
I love and identify with Jill’s true
and continuing story of the gift of
We Four Generations.
In my very large family I have “marveled at the majesty” of the
enchanting experience of being in the presence of four generations.
Listen to how Jill embraces life as she tellsher tale of We Four Generations
Jill Rothman: We Four Generations
Because my Mother survived a difficult beginning and the loss of her Beloved and still lives fully,
Because I
have danced the foxtrot
with death and embrace life,
and take pleasure in most moments,
Because my Daughter
values the past and enlivens the present journeyed and returned
sings like the Mama that she is.
Because my Grand Child
has an exponential mind
and a jeweled essence
and belly laughs at most everything,
We 4 gather weekly,
The Fashionista, The Chronicler, The Chanteuse,The Sorceress. Stacked civilizations.
Each Herstory a world worth noting.
A thick rope, no mere thread,
runs through us,
ties anchor to the past,
connects us to the horizon.
Once… the 4 was
my Grand Mother,
my Mother, my Self, and my Daughter, my Grandmother
who fled the Cossacks
and arrived at Ellis Island
by herself at age 11
and carved out a life for us all.
Now…
The Ancient, The Middle,The Youth,The Babe, we dance and sing,
play and laugh,
eat pizza and drink smoothies,
marvel at the majesty.
We 4 were given this luxury,
this rarest of gifts.
We 4 know a gift
when we see it.
3/4/17 Jill Rothman
Jill Rothman: We 4 Generations
Jill Rothman: We 4 Generations
Denise Kester: Forest Spirit
She walks through the doorways
that feel like barriers
to those –
who are not fine-tuned in the art
of seeing the multi-dimensional quality
of life teeming with offerings of assistance
and filled –
with the helpful assurance of alignment
that reinforces the connected bonds between living things –
allowing access to the sacred source
of all things –
adding to the overall strength and fortitude of the Forest Spirit’s ability to steadfastly protect the birds and other small essential beings
of the forest –
with a little help from her friends.
Denise Kester drawingonthedream.com
The fire burned hot
Everything gone
Nothing left
Nothing to hold on to
She had to let go
A bitter longing release
Yet
Out of the devastation
comes the alchemical
chain of events
that allows the
unexpected to take root
and rise, when it could not
rise before
The fire burned hot
Everything gone
Nothing left
Nothing to hold on to
She had to let go
A bitter longing release
Yet
Out of the devastation
comes the alchemical
chain of events
that allows the
unexpected to take root
and rise, when it could not
rise before
I am the sister of the moon and
kin to the silent owl in the night
that seeks the sleeping bear.
Quiet and reverent in the exquisite wonder of life,
with its cycles of death and birth.
Traveling through time, again and again,
With splendor and grace,
stumbling, again and again
I am here, recycled and transmuted for the glory
of the earth and the earthbound things,
that the Universal God Mind chooses to experience.
Ah, the beauty and depth of the dance that never ends.
So it is. And so, may it always be.
Denise Kester drawingonthedream.com