“THROWBACK THURSDAY”

“THROWBACK THURSDAY”

“Throwback Thursday” and telephones:  When I was a child living in Montreal, I remember we would call my mother’s parents in Florida once a month and use an egg timer.  Yes, literally an egg timer – to make certain the phone call didn’t go over our family’s three minute limit.  Long distance phone calls were expensive!  I remember my brother Gerry and I staring at the tiny grains of sand drip, drip, drip through the teeny hole, and my mother talking more quickly to her mother and father as the grains became fewer and fewer and then Gerry and I would quickly say “Hi Grannie. Hi Grandad” (and not much more) and the phone call would be over.

Decades later, a phone call from an island on the west coast of Canada to the Netherlands can go on and on and on for hours as laughter bursts forth with the stories that are shared … like this photo I took of my dear husband Hans in our Studio talking on the phone to his siblings in Zeist.  The invention of the phone and the under-four-dollars for several hours of conversation cost allowed us to stay well-connected with our Dutch family without concern that we would be going over our phone budget. 

Thank you Alexander Graham Bell and Thomas Watson for being the earliest developers of the telephone and thank you to all who have played a part over the years in creating portable phones, lower long distance phone rates, free 911 calls, etc.  You have brought countless people a sense of security that practical help can easily be contacted in case of emergency, and brought much joy as the voices of loved ones are heard and conversations are shared.  And while I know that phones can be frustrating these days (what with the increasing prevalence of scammers), I’m very grateful they exist.  “Throwback Thursday” … I  love it!  

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“TOMORROWS”

“TOMORROWS”

People ache at the escalation of political deception and lies, racial inequity,  economic consequences, bullying, religious persecution, sexism, cultural confusion, injustice, hatred and more.

Spirits grieve and minds shut down, holding on to beliefs without openness
to scientific research, reason, wisdom, history, knowledge, fact. Sometimes it seems as if there is more that separates than unites.

May the focus be more on the Good that unites than that which divides.  May Love be felt and awe experienced in the midst of pain and distress and desolation.  May logic and reason and fact educate, inform, guide.  May there be hope for tomorrow … and the tomorrows which follow.

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(Text adapted from my poem published in “RACE AND PRAYER: COLLECTED VOICES, MANY DREAMS Malcolm Boyd and Chester Talton, editors
Morehouse Publishing 2003   ISBN 0-8192-1909-6)

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“GOING SOMEWHERE”

“GOING SOMEWHERE”

There she was … strutting her stuff across the street … looking oh-so-certain of her destination.  Then she stopped.  She didn’t move  … at all.   Camera in hand, I watched her  … watching me.

Ms. Black Cat and a quote (“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere.” <Groucho Marx>), were gentle reminders that life offers moments of reflection in the most commonplace situations.

Today will bring unique opportunities for each of us to ‘go somewhere’ and appreciate the precious gift of life in new ways.  Will we stop, as did Ms. Black Cat, and look?  Will we make time to reflect?  Thank you, Ms. Black Cat for capturing my attention, for inviting me to take your photo and for offering yet another opportunity to reflect on the gift of life, the wonder of creation, and the hope that tomorrow … I will be “going somewhere.”

Whether that “somewhere” is simply … getting out bed and into a chair … brushing my teeth … getting groceries … going to work … having a play day
… enjoying a visit with a friend. Whatever the “somewhere” is, I will go … with curiosity … with gratitude … and with hope … that many tomorrows will follow tomorrow.

WM-BlackCat

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“WHEN CHAOS PERVADES”

“WHEN CHAOS PERVADES”

When chaos pervades
may
breaths be deep
fears be released
peace enfold
hope sustain
wisdom surface
courage be given
and boldness
to face
to confront
to challenge
replenish souls.

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“HELLO THERE!”

“HELLO THERE!”

I almost missed them, but then I saw them.  “Hello there,” I said ever so quietly.

As I moved closer and looked at the baby swallows perched inside a rolled-up carpet in a friend’s carport, they came closer and closer to the edge and looked back at me.  “Hello there,” they cooed or whatever swallows do.

We didn’t speak one another’s language. but we had made a connection. Not a human connection, but a connection – one living creature to another.

I dream of the time when human beings can make a connection with other human beings and say “Hello there” – without fear.

 

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“MISTAKES”

“MISTAKES”

I made a mistake and the words I’d written to a friend who made a mistake that proved to be financially and emotionally costly echoed in my own ear: “Take a deep breath. Stop dumping on yourself.  Realize that Every. Single. Person makes mistake.”

To mark the first anniversary of my husband’s death, I planned a time of visiting friends and learning a new art technique: eco-printing.  What was my mistake?  I didn’t purchase cancellation insurance.  It never dawned on me to do that for this trip because my friends and the art workshop venue were not only in Canada but in the same province.  And besides, I was healthy, so why would I cancel?

The day of the trip arrived.  I loaded the car and headed to the ferry terminal and for about an hour, wandered through outdoor boutiques and craft booths at the terminal.  But soon after being on the ferry, I started feeling dizzy and nauseated and disoriented. I knew I had to lie down.  The next thing I knew, I was in a wheelchair and being taken to the infirmary where the crew member asked me questions like “Did you eat breakfast?”    Yes.  “Are you diabetic?”  No.  “Are you going to continue the trip or go home?”  Go on the trip.

But as I rested and prayed, I knew the decision I had to make … I didn’t know if the dizziness would return while I was driving and was concerned that if I continued on my trip I might cause an accident, hurt someone or myself.  For health reasons, going home was the right decision; but financially, as the French would say, “pas de tout”  because there would be no refunds.  There was nothing I could do about it except learn from the mistake and I remembered the words I had said to my friend when she had made a mistake:  “Mistakes can’t be changed, but they can teach.”

This is one mistake I won’t make again.  It taught me well.  But I’ll make other mistakes in life and hope that I will always remember that “mistakes can’t be changed, but they can teach.” 

WM-MistakesCanTeach
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