Monday, March 25, 2019

"Laundry"


one pile expands in the bedroom
a second blocks the hallway’s path
a third’s stuffed into a hamper
another explodes in our bath

mutating exponentially
as every day passes by
an alien infiltration
makes all our clothing multiply

on Saturday mornings I climb
over mountainous stinky stacks
by shifting and swiftly sorting
they yield to my vicious attacks

whites swirl into boiling water
while colors churn in icy cold
then they tumble in fluffy air
once dried, each gets a tidy fold

the end of a tedious day
finds every item in its place
fatigue anchors me to the couch
where I know I’ve won the race

 . . . until next week!




Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman 

Sunday, March 24, 2019

“Positive Energy”




                Technology brings us possibilities. I sit at a keyboard, blank page before me, and write down my thoughts and beliefs knowing that I will transmit my ideas around the world with one click. What will I say? Who will I reach? What impact will I have?
                The wall technology builds between us allows invisibility. Through this anonymous distance, I can wound. I can easily divide humanity into otherness. Will I denigrate? Put down and pull apart? Can I spew out cruelty? Chip away and minimize the hopes and dreams of another?     
                Or will I stay true to my inner core? Can I thrive by crafting kindness? Can I blossom because I grow towards gentleness and grace? Every day I deliberately decide to nurture and nourish. I hone down my words to a spiritual force of positive
energy.


 Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
  

                 

Saturday, March 23, 2019

"Making Change"




            Over the last few months, several older friends unexpectedly fell into life changes due to medical issues. Nothing life threatening, but still a diagnosis that meant change must come sooner, rather than later, into their routines.
            One of the main changes dealt with whether or not they could continue to work. A necessary knee or hip replacement turned into hours of physical therapy after the surgery. For a couple of friends, the promised “cure” from the procedure didn’t result in anything more than a little less pain. Their range of motion remained less. Plus, no one talked about the fact that after a certain age one’s overall stamina and energy don’t return to the same pre-surgery level. The promise that things would be “as good as new” simply didn’t hold up. For these friends, a loss of income coupled with extraordinarily high medical bills meant they now ride on a roller coaster of anxiety.
            For me, I started counting my blessings daily. During the spring semester last year, the plague (aka allergies) knocked me down for the count. By the long, lazy days of summer, I resolved to hedge myself against another rough spring by joining my son on his lifestyle change. I dropped flour from my diet. No bread. No cereal. No cookies. No cakes. No pastas. No battered or gravy laden meats. In the process of avoiding flour, I pulled away from most processed and preserved foods. This dramatic diet change resulted in more energy. I worked more consecutive days this fall and winter than I have at any other time in the past. Was this change easy? No. Was this change necessary? Definitely.
            As I viewed friends grappling with health issues that led to their ability to work, I began wondering what would happen if I could no longer work at my post-retirement job.  What could I do to generate income if I couldn’t jump into a car and head out? I recently sat back and reflected on the things I love to do—my writing and photography topped the list. In what way could I combine these two pleasures into generating a little income that would shift me away from a total dependence upon my current occupation? My son, always a creative soul, suggested a few days ago that I could use my photography, combined with my love of words and phrases, to generated unique t-shirt designs that I could sell online.
            Today, I began another change in my life! I opened an online store called Ms. Liz Designs. (https://teespring.com/stores/ms-liz-designs)
            With my blog, I hope to share the tales of my adventures as I discover the ins-n-outs stepping out of my comfort zone and into new possibilities.

Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman




              
             


Thursday, November 29, 2018

"No News . . . "

            I fear turning on news broadcasts! Every day another administrative atrocity bombards my sense of morality. I can’t stomach seeing or hearing others defend the amoral monster who resides within the White House. I no longer follow Trump’s twitter tantrums because he demonizes all and praises only himself. His repugnancy demands rejection by all honorable souls.

            POOF!

            He is nothing.








Copyright 2018 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman



Wednesday, November 28, 2018

“Your Silence”




I have no excuse for hurting you
Saying
“I didn’t understand”
doesn’t erase your pain
When you stripped bare
our differences,
I built a defensive wall
to shelter our friendship
to protect us from the World’s invasive
discord and discontent
I begged for less
Your silence honors me


Copyright 2018 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman