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Houghton, Michigan… souvenir… haibun


there is so much good

Enjoying a day of garage sale-ing about town a couple of weeks ago; I filed through this box of old postcards and misc. ephemera.  I found this (1903) leather, wood-burned and painted ‘postcard’ souvenir, from way up north in the UP.   The guy at the sale said he figured it was his grandfathers, cause that box was old family miscellaneous stuff.  He also said, he wished he’d paid attention to what was in the box cause he really liked the saying on the card and wished he’d kept it.  (**NOTE… Originally I said this was from the maybe the 50’s/60’s.  There an old one cent stamp on the back of Ben Franklin.  That stamp is from 1903.  WOW.  cool huh)

Tho’ I wanted it, I offered it back to him.  He declined, and said it was meant for me and to give him a dollar for it.

It touched me with its message and reminded me that I am a little bit of All-that-is, with all the goodness and graciousness of Being,  sprinkled with periodic crankiness ,with an edge of distain every now n’ again.  And, that when I witness all the variables of people, and the vast array of personalities in my life and those that filter past me in my days; that I am of the ‘same clothe’ in certain sort of way.  I am part of this Oneness that they are a part of.  I don’t have to like the flow or constraint of another.  I don’t have to engage with any negativity.  I get to choose and feed the life I desire.

When I notice the goodness and grace of others to be reminded of my own goodness and grace.  And when I witness the disturbed, ugliness of other, that within me lurks some piece of that too.  Again, I get to choose, my way of Being in my moments, and realize that living in a world of Duality and polarity, It’s all a dance of Light and Dark and many colours in the in-between.  I’m fond of that Rainbow Bridge.

So many stories get made up about what we imagine something is or isn’t in the context of our feelings and observation of a moment.  And really… I know I haven’t a clue of that ‘truth’ of what I see, and feel outside of myself , till I ask, or I decide to let it go.  It might be wise to shut-up about it cause it IS false perception and likely my rambling idle gossip elaborating.

Heed the Light and Dark

Truth is a colourful trickster

Know your own story

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GARAGE SALE BABY… OH YA…


I think it’s a garage sale morning… Which means… I may have little to share here this morning.  Startling I know.  I’m calling out to the poet muse to zip on in here and git me busy flirting with some snappy little words cause I gotta… just gotta do it.

 

GARAGE SALE BABY 

 

I’m a garage sale baby I can’t help my self

It’s just a fever that takes me from house to house

People don’t want it I just might

find me a deal that is so very right.

 

Their calling me like a siren in the wind

Garage sale fever has hit again

I can’t shake it off. I can’t shake it down

All I can do is jump in my car and 

head all over town

 

I feel a quickening of a fever

I want for some junky stuff

It’s a madness I can contend with

junkin’ for some more useless stuff

 

I’m a garage sale baby I can’t help my self

It’s just a fever that takes me from house to house

People don’t want it I just might

find me a deal that is so very right.

 

Now don’t get me wrong here

It’s some mighty good stuff

I’m a clever shopper ask my friends

they know I know my stuff

 

Egads, I gotta get dressed

I might wear what I wore to bed

Oh sure make a judgement on that one

LIke I care when the fever hits my head

 

I’ll have me a new wardrobe before the day’s out

You’ll be askin’ where I got all that goodness

cause I’m looking so very cool in what coolness I tout

and I’ll tell ya how I sought it out

 

I’m a garage sale baby I can’t help my self

It’s just a fever that takes me from house to house

People don’t want it I just might

find me a deal that is so very right.

 

 

 

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