Sometimes life getting overwhelming.
By Sallie L. Wysocki
Every morning I get up hoping it'll be better.
I go to my job hoping to make great tips,
but I only make enough to pay my daycare lady.
Time to pick my kids at school. I see my son's big smile
as he walks to the car. I hide my tears as he gets in.
My husband works so hard and so many hours,
we hardly see each other. I miss him so much.
We want so much to have a better life, but nothing's working.
I pray, "God, please help us." He doesn't seem to hear me.
I'm hoping for a miracle, but none come my way.
I check the mail only more bills. I keep trying
but there doesn't seem to be a way out.
I cry too much, my daughter tries to comfort me.
I can't get ahead, I don't know what to do.
I don't want charity.
I feel like a loser.
I made it through another day. Thank God for the night.
I'll pray another prayer and try not to cry.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
This is my original work -
I started this painting with something else in mind. Sometimes the paint takes me on a journey and I have to go where it leads me. The paint led me to here. Sometimes when I paint, the painting moves me emotionally and I have to put my thoughts into words. This is one of those paintings. Here is the poem:
No One Comes
By Sallie L. Wysocki
No one comes to visit anymore. Everyone busy with
their lives. It's lonely here for me.
No one comes or calls.
Another day of sitting alone, waiting for time to pass.
I don't feel like leaving the house.
I'm afraid being here alone. The nights are so long.
Memories of family sometimes ease the pain.
I wish some one would care.
It's getting dark outside, Still no one comes.
I'm hungry but food doesn't taste good when you eat by yourself.
I look in the mirror. I don't like what I see.
I look so old and tired.
Too much grey hair and too many wrinkles.
Is that why no one comes?
It's getting late. Time for bed.
Another night of restless sleep. I cry sometimes.
I miss the hugs and kisses. No one to say
I love you. Have I been forgotten?
The night passes so slowly. Will I die in my sleep?
Will anyone care?
This is my original work
This morning I was up early. I made myself a cup of coffee and went outside.
There was a frost covering the ground. As I looked around, I saw that the frost had covered everything, the table, the bench, the umbrella and even the metal sun hanging on the fence.
Everything was sparkling as though it had been sprinkled with diamond dust. I felt as though I were in a fantasy land where sprites and elves and pixies live.
Diamond dust glistening in the light of moon. I felt like dancing through the yard. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
I stayed outside for a short while longer in the aura of magical land created by the frost. Some much beauty in a drop of frozen water.
Next time the air is frosty and the moon is shining brightly, go outside and experience for yourself the beauty in a drop of frozen water.
Sometimes I take a break from painitng and write poetry, actually it's prose. I wrote this to my husband Ed. I called him my knight in shining armor. He said there were a few dents and the armor wasn't as shiny as it had once been. Even though the armor may shine like it used to he will always be my knight in shining armor.
My Grey Prince
By Sallie L. Wysocki
Sensitive, sweet, loving,kind, kisses of pure nectar,
My grey prince shines above all others.
No other has taken me to the places we have gone.
I knew you with a touch, my existence became yours.
I love you, my grey prince.
How can I tell of my love for you?
No words have been written to describe
A place so limitless there are no boundaries;
Emotions so deep, they know no end.
I am overflowing, never to hunger.
My tears of sorrow have transformed into tears of joy;
Sweet not bitter.
The wounds have healed, the scars are fading.
I realize that I am alive,
You brought me back.
I am happy. How can I tell you? I can't.
I will show you my love.
Remember when your kids wanted you to read them a story. Such a nice time together. Sweet memories.
My granddaughter Veda, who is in the 4th grade, has a reading assignment to read 20 minutes a day. This is something rather new and the kids get rewarded for reading. Sometimes her teacher takes them out to dinner or they have a movie night at the school and some other really nice rewards after a grading period of reading.
One night Veda asked if she could read out loud for her 20 minutes. She's reading the Haunting of Sunshine Girl by Paige McKenzie. I said "Sure." That was the start of something really special.
Each night she stays with us, she reads her book outloud while I prepare dinner and after dinner while I do the dishes. Occasionally when it starts getting dark, we go outside, light a candle and she reads by the candle light. What better way to read a ghost story? All creepy and shadowy!!
Veda stops reading. We talk about what might happen next. There is excitement in her eyes as we toss around ideas. She starts reading again. The tension is thick as the story unfolds. Ah she was right. A big smile beams across her face.
She reads a chapter or two and has exceeded her 20 minutes. She's quite pleased with herself. The book is put away and we both can't wait to start another chapter tomorrow.
This is such a special time, me and Veda taking a journey into another place together. Something we may not have done if she didn't have to read 20 minutes a day.
Homework can be a good thing.
My husband Ed came home from school, totally spent. He's a substitute teacher and some days are rougher than others. A computer crash took most of the day and part of the evening to resolve. I have a bit of knowledge and thankfully I've been able to fix our computers when we have a problem.
We prepared dinner together as we shared what had been an exhausting day. Ed teaching 4 - 1 one hour classes and a home room or activity period with an average of 125 students during the day. And me, working on the computer, feeling like a zombie, my brain was fried. Although I think I had the better day. Dinner was ready and we sat down to enjoy our meal.
After dinner we relaxed in the living room. Oh the comfy couch, so inviting. We sat there for a while enjoying each other's company and laughing a bit. We had made it through the day relatively unscathed.
Ed left the living room a for a short time. When he returned, in his hands were two glasses of wine. He left again and came back with two chocolate brownies and two peanut butter cups on a single plate. We lifted our wine glasses and made a toast.
The lights were dim. Sitting closer we shared the bountiful snack. How thoughtful and romantic, glass of wine, a chocolate brownie and peanut butter cup.
An ordinary night had turned into something special. Just being together, aware of each other and sharing an intimate moment.
Always celebrate the ordinary nights.
Ah yes, it's election year. So many candidates, nationwide over 1900 !! Wow!! Makes your head spin. I didn't know that there were so many politcal parties.
This year my husband Ed and I attended Donald Trump's political rally here in Grand Junction Colorado. It was a beautiful day lots of sunshine and a cool breeze. We stood in line for 2 hours chatting with some of the people while waiting our turn to get in. Some people had been waiting since 4 am.
After going through the security checkpoint, we finally got to the outside hanger where he would be speaking. The event was held at Western Star Aviation. An estimated 7000 people were in attendance.
Everyone was anxiously waiting for his plane to arrive. There was a spirit of comradery. We weren't strangers. We were friends. Talking and laughing and discussing. Then in the distance we heard the roar of the jet engines as the plane taxied in for a landing.
We all waited holding our breath to catch the first glimpse of Donald Trump. Every time some one came down the plane steps you heard: " Is it him?" Then finally, Donald Trump emerged from the plane. The crowd started cheering and clapping.
There were cars parked by the plane to transport Mr. Trump to the main hanger. There were whispers:"Is he going to ride in the car?" "No, he's walking into the building!" The applause got louder the closer he got to the crowd.
Mr. Trump made his way through the crowd to the platform shaking hands with the people. He started speaking, the crowd grew silent. Shouts of approval went out after each important point. His voice was sincere and compassionate.
He spoke for about 45 minutes. After his speech, he walked back through the crowd shaking more hands. He waved to the people outside the hanger as he walked down the runway, not missing anyone. He turned to go to the plane. Walking up the steps, he stopped one last time to wave. Then he was gone into the plane.
Ed and I had a blast. Listening, talking and observing.
If you get the chance, go see some one. It's a great experience. In doing so, we too become a part of history.
Are you ready to become a part of history?
Early morning. My favorite time. The inky darkness surrounds me. The cool air touches my face. The thickness of the quiet envelopes my senses. So much peace and calm.
In the distance I hear the birds wakening. Their song to each other gently breaking the quiet. The neighbor's pet kitty steps softly through the grass and rubs against my foot. She jumps in my lap, purring as I caress her silky fur. We converse a few moments. She jumps down to go about her day.
I sit in the glow of my candle, watching the flicker, growing taller, stretching into the beautiful colors of the flame. Blue, shades of brown slipping into golden yellow. A rather hypnotic a flame moves to and fro, stretching and contracting.
The shadows are soft, not threatening. I reach for my coffee. The cup warms my hands as I bring it to my lips. The mist from the warm coffee releases the fragrance of the brew. Oh the first sip, pure delight. I sit for a while longer in the candle glow, lost in another time, another place.
One morning when you rise early from your sleep, I bid you to light a candle, sit in a comfy place outside and experience the candle glow.
Every now and again we all need time to refresh. Get away from noise, the pressure of life and just shut down for a time.
Earlier this week, my husband Ed and I made a journey to the mountains. Living on the Western Slope of Colorado, the opportunity for a romantic drive is all around. We live in Grand Junction, the National Monument is a few miles down the road and the Grand Mesa is a few miles up the road.
The early autumn is bathed in glorious golden hues. The air is crisp. And the higher you go you might even see some snow. If you're really lucky you'll see big horn sheep or maybe a moose. This day we weren't that fortunate.
We stopped by a beautiful blue lake. So serene. The water was icy cold. No I didn't jump in, just stuck my hand to how cold it was.
Making our way down the mountain, we discovered a private area next to a stream. Walking back the short path and stepping ove a little gully, we found the perfect spot. Two flat rocks that served as a table. Ed set the table with our plates of cheese and crackers. He poured the the red wine and made a toast to romance. It was beautiful, the two of us alone, together. We sat for a while, enjoying the moment, savoring this precious time.
Finishing the wine and the cheese, we gathered our picnic backpack and started our drive back to Grand Junction, making plans for another romantic interlude.
Life is about living. Taking romantic journeys. Escaping for a time. Is it your turn for the journey?
Sallie Wysocki Art