Monday 31 January 2011
Thoughts about Jim-Anita Holzberg
Love walks in
a path never traveled before
Love hones in
a carpenter building a roof
Love stakes out
a detective looking for every nuance
I loved you Sat., Sun., Mon., Tuesday, Wednesday
every day of the week
every hour
then you got sick
I loved you
more.
Anita S. Holzberg
for Jim, if words could speak
A sign - Anita Holzberg
In these moments
when the dark rainy night
finds Picchu the cat
hankering to come in
when the quiet of the quiet
house
hears a pin drop
when I wait for a sign any sign
of Jim's recovery
and there it is.
He ate regular food and swallowed
after 50 days
One might call it "a fighter who
has not given up", a story that is
unfolding, a sign from God that he
is not ready for Jim to go.
In this quiet arena
I rejoice
I put it out into the universe
prayers help big time
love and prayer
that's where I am at.
Anita S. Holzberg
A sign from G-d.
Sunday 30 January 2011
Saturday 29 January 2011
Writing is a Daily Commitment - Anita Holzberg
Writing is a daily commitment I make with myself. I surround myself with words, dictionaries, thesaurus, children’s books, poems, newspaper articles, novels. I find that I write better when I read, whatever it is.
Writing gets to the heart of the matter.
Writing tells a story of the life of the writer.
It is my story that I represent. I should be
able to keep up appearances and images.
More than that, I should be able to tell the truth.
Writing takes its own form. It is not forced. It
goes with my ebb and flow. It captivates the sadness,
reinstates the saneness, cheers the happiness, and stands up for the melancholies. In French they have a word for that,
“malaise”. Good writing should tell about suffering too.
I write to give a record of my life. I first give this to myself and
then give it to others, if they ask to read my work.
Writing is a daily reconciling. Every moment can be written
about because every moment in a life is important.
Writing should be shared. Just as life should be shared. I have a friend Isabelle who likes my writing. It is her support that cheers me, makes we want to write more. I love her for that and many other things as well.
Lastly, writing brings the peace. When good writing encompasses the soul, there is a sense of deep understanding and a sense of serenity, too.
“In truth I come to thee
like the budding rose
The sea of humanity deep
The daily steps
On the ground that was sinking
revisited
the words write themselves
of Jim’s story
which is unfolding
as we speak.”
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
January 28, 2011
Friday 28 January 2011
today
HI Ann,
love these sunny faces
cloudy today
fog covering
after over a week of sunny "Spring" weather
rain coming
the clouds will burst
somewhere else the sun shines.
anita
Thursday 27 January 2011
Wednesday 26 January 2011
Anita Holzberg
On this Winter morning
Picchu wakes me up
it is 7:15 AM
her chorus resoundes
through the house
On this Winter morning
I have renewed hope
2 days Jim more and more
alert
even though taken to the hospital
His doctor asked questions
Jim could respond
He mouthed words
After the interplay of dying and not
of slee\ping like a bear in hibernation
after days of lethargy and no reaction
The bear awakes
its a New DAY!
(I am witness..........God my Redeemer, my Rock)
January 25, 2011
Anita S. Holzberg/ watchdog for JIM
Whoever is reading this, please offer up a prayer for Jim's health x
Thursday 20 January 2011
Wednesday 19 January 2011
Monday 17 January 2011
Sunday 16 January 2011
Uncharted waters - Anita Holzberg
In the waiting
and watching
in the eye of the storm
I see my life unfolding
God is working in my life
direction unknown.
Anita S. Holzberg
January 15, '11
and watching
in the eye of the storm
I see my life unfolding
God is working in my life
direction unknown.
Anita S. Holzberg
January 15, '11
Saturday 15 January 2011
Friday 14 January 2011
Aspirations or not - Anita Hozberg
Aspiring to nothing
is a good place to be
less stress
less or no expectations
laziness sets in
a welcome sit down
Aspiring..................the word is like
a bird on a wing
I played some piano at the Rehab center
Those old folk enjoyed
Me too
Just doing what I do
no aspirations.
Anita S. Holzberg
January 13, '11
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Wednesday 12 January 2011
A January Morning - Anita Holzberg
A January morning frost on my car
I wait for visibility The compromises I make with myself are few and far between Life is a straight shot My vision is to go daily to Rehab To hope for your progress To be the voice even though you can not speak In a sense the whole big life around this has less meaning I watch my garden carefully the trees cry with me You on tender hooks Make your comeback I wait and watch. Tuesday 11 January 2011
Sunday 9 January 2011
Saturday 8 January 2011
Friday 7 January 2011
Anita poem for Ann
In the open spaces
across the miles
I see your face ...
cheering me on
to the finish line
and beyond
across the miles
I see your face ...
cheering me on
to the finish line
and beyond
Thursday 6 January 2011
Wednesday 5 January 2011
Tuesday 4 January 2011
Monday 3 January 2011
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