I've been dreaming about my mom and dad a lot lately. Maybe it means I'm finally beginning to accept that he is truly gone. Or that I am more at peace about it anyway. I recently tried my hand at sketching Dad from a photograph I have of him - just a snapshot really - but it is one of my favorites because he is so happy in it. I wish I could capture him better, but it's a passable likeness. Definitely from a time when he was a picture of health. A good time to remember.
I also wanted to share the following "glance into me" that was Inspired by Lisa Jordan and her post today. If I were, as I feel today. Funny, as I post this here on my blog, I realize that each line starts with "If" - and that is the name of the poem which is my last answer too. Maybe a message to me today to remember that anything is possible, If only....
If you join in too, let me know in the comments please, so I can read all about your "ifs".....
If I were a month I’d be October.
If I were a day I'd be Halloween!
If I were a time of day I'd be mornings.
If I were an animal I'd be baby bunny..
If I were a direction I'd be "You can do anything if you try!".
If I were a piece of furniture I'd be a feather bed..
If I were a liquid I'd be yellow green fluid acrylic.
If I were a gemstone I'd be an opal..
If I were a tree I'd be a Japanese Maple..
If I were a tool I'd be a watercolor brush.
If I were a flower I'd be lavender.
If I were an element of nature I'd be lightning.
If I were a musical instrument I'd be a flute..
If I were a color I'd be bright yellow-green.
If I were an emotion I'd be hopeful.
If I were a fruit I'd be a red raspberry.
If I were a sound I'd be the peepers on a summer night.
If I were an element I'd be cobalt.
If I were a car I'd be a white Sebring convertible..
If I were a food I'd be fresh asparagus.
If I were a place I'd be my Gramma's house.
If I were a material I'd be angora.
If I were a taste I'd be sweet.
If I were a scent I'd be bergamot.
If I were a body part I'd be a brain.
If I were a song I'd be "In the Tower of London" sung by my family.
If I were a bird I'd be a hummingbird.
If I were a gift I'd be a jackpot lottery ticket.
If I were a city I'd be a city where my sister lives closer to us.
If I were a door I'd be a set of French doors.
If I were a pair of shoes I'd be worn in Oz - ruby-colored of course!
If I were a poem I'd be "If" by Rudyard Kipling..
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
